Mark and Micki, Julia and Fitz.

Fitz and Michaela.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward,

“H…Hi… I’m Fitz,” said the young man to the pretty girl in the pink hoodie he’d hadn’t been able to take his eyes off for the last forty-five minutes. She was dark-haired, high cheek bones crowned by the brightest blue eyes and just so amazingly ‘pretty’ – he was captivated by her, “can I… err… top that up…” He nodded towards her almost empty glass.

“Babe?!” shouted a hot blonde from across the bar, “Come on Hun, you’ll need to finish your beer!”

The pretty girl looked at the boy, who despite his stuttered approach and rather nerdy look she actually thought was rather attractive and had noticed him noticing her, his bright blue eyes framed by his black Clark Kent glasses had a spark all their own and he looked actually rather sweet and she started to wish that she’d made more of an effort.

She looked at the glass, pondered and spoke,

“I’m with a group of friends but please…” She handed her glass forward to him.

“Babe!” shouted the hot blonde again, “We’re moving on Michaela!” the almost empty glass was snatched from her and handed to him as the girl’s arms were grabbed by two of her mates and she was pulled towards the door. She smiled back at him almost apologetically then she was lost to sight behind the huge forms of the two bouncers covering the door.

He was still halfway through his raised-hand ‘hold on a second’/goodbye gesture when he was joined by one of his mates.

“Wassup Fitz?” said Dan, one of the four lads stood at the bar waiting for him to get the beers, “You trying to chat up the girly in pink there?”

“Yeah,” he said watching the tuft of her ponytail just appearing in the pub window as her group continued their crawl towards at least another four possible hostelries.

“Too slow mate,” said Daniel, “you should have gone straight over there and bought her a drink not waited half an hour!”

“Shall we follow…” said Fitz.

“No! Andy’s just ordered a few plates of cheesy chips mate.”

It was almost as if Fate herself was calling him to follow the girl but a quick look out of the window and she was gone.

“Chips Fitz!” said Andy and a plate was thrust into his chest.

And that was that.

*

Julia and Fitz.

Julia’s husband left her for the bitch, a 29 year old (yeah right!) surgically-enhanced 40-30-36 bottle blonde that would shag him stupid. Their love-life had been pretty good and had taken a step-up once their second child had moved out but not enough for him it seemed.

She had a feeling that once the bitch had used up his energy and more importantly his bank balance she’d dump him as fast as she’d picked him up. When he was packing his clothes and digging out his golf clubs she told him that she knew for a fact that the bitch was only taking him because she’d told a friend of a good friend that she could, bragged about her bank-loan surgery and how she was going to make up the money for her huge bosom and stupid pouty lips from the first couple of blokes she snagged.

His staggering gullibility and his ‘it’s really not like that Julia’ had her fuming and all but kicking him out the door.

He wanted a divorce, initially so he could settle with the bitch but it seemed rather more about hastening the sale of their large town house and she took her half of the money and bought a nice semi out in the sticks with no mortgage. She waited to hear about the ex’s new marriage but somehow that never came along.

He new place was small but lovely and had a converted loft room that the estate agent said was used by the last owner as a student rent for extra income and she figured it was just the thing to make life that little bit easier.

It was her neighbour Carol that first introduced her to Fitz, the young post-graduate student studying hard over his doctoral thesis and now homeless thanks to a significant flood that had rendered the big house he’d rented a room in not fit for occupation for the last two months of the term.

His best mate and a previous resident in the house Dan said that his parent’s new neighbour had a student loft room and was bound to accept him, and she had. Their discussion and Dan’s description of him and his quiet and sensible habits was enough of a recommendation for the last few months of his course. He was bloody gorgeous and turned her head the second her friend brought her prospective lodger into her kitchen.

Tall, dark haired, with a slightly darker skin tone courtesy of second generation North African Mum, while his Dad had given him high cheek bones, strong jaw and eyes that looked electric blue behind his thick framed glasses.

“Julia this is our Daniel’s friend Fitz that that I was telling you about; Fitz, this is my neighbour Julia Moore.”

“Mrs Moore!” he said with a deep rumble towering over her by about a foot, “such a pleasure,” he took her hand and shook it, “thank you so much for offering me a roof over my head. I’m David Fitzroy, but I generally answer to Fitz!”

The ‘Mrs’ Moore stuck in her mind as she had spent lots of time, money and heartache on that divorce,

“I haven’t been ‘Mrs’ for a while now,” she said with a grin, “Call me Julia.”

She blanched, she couldn’t believe she had said that! This boy, gorgeous as he was must have been half her age and how must she have sounded to him, some horny old bitch he was just about to move in with.

He bowed slightly, his grin was soooo nice.

“Julia then.” He smiled again, “I’ll get my bags out of my car.”

Stood by the kitchen door, she watched as he opened the boot of his car and leant in for his bags and boxes, and Julia’s neighbour Carol spoke what she was thinking.

“Just look at the arse on him Julia,” she whispered, as he leaned in to grab an errant book escaped from open box and his khaki cargo trousers pulled tight, “he was on the same degree course as Daniel and they went travelling together after.” Carol stepped even closer, “according to drunken hints on Dan’s Facebook page he’s hung like a HORSE!” Her neighbour giggled, “Danny and his other mate Andy were always quite surprised he never took advantage of that particular talent…” Carol sighed, “virgin,” she hissed, “such a shame!”

Julia looked at her neighbour in some shock, and the best she could manage was a rather gasped ‘ooh?’

“He’s such a shy boy Jules,” said Carol, “He probably needs someone to hold his hand for the first few trips up that particular mountain.”

“Wh… what?” said Julia, still speechless.

“He’s going to be staying in your house until April Darling, why not make use of him,” Carol was a good fifteen years younger than her, second wife to hubby and step-mum to Daniel and had often been quite chatty and occasionally a bit cheeky-rude telling her neighbour over coffee what chats she had with her younger friends, what fun they had on girls’ nights and hen weekends, something Julia hadn’t known since she was young and single and hanging out with her girlfriends. “You could help him relax as he completes his thesis, take his mind off of the timelines, and let’s face it – it’ll help you sleep all the sweeter as well?” She folded her arms and looked up, “I’m guessing you haven’t had… any, since your divorce?”

Even though she was struggling so much with the discussion she still shook her head to confirm the negative.

“Well then, do you both good — besides,” she bent down to Julia’s cat and rubbed under its chin, “you’ll be training him up for the next girl — a gift to woman kind! come with me,” Carol had often used that definition when she recounted one of her single friends occasional ‘one-night relationships’ so it was a concept she was aware of. Carol walked down to the car taking Julia’s hand. “Anything we can help with Fitz?”

He was already pretty well loaded up,

“Only these few things, the rest is all pretty much sorted.”

“Well I’ll leave you in Julia’s very capable hands then Darling,” she turned to her neighbour and winked, moving in to put a hand flat on her friends chest and reaching up to kiss her cheek, “See you soon!” She stepped across to her step-son’s friend, “See ya Fitz, behave now!”

He grinned and waved,

“See you Carol!”

Carol walked away with her usual feminine swagger and even though late thirties, church-going, staunch supporter of the Neighbourhood Watch was an extremely happily married woman she wondered if SHE might be thinking about taking advantage of the PhD student.

Julia shook those thoughts out of her head and helped him with his suitcase, bags, boxes of books and bits and pieces, and he was most grateful.

Fitz looked at the attractive older woman as she stepped forward and pushed the front door open, stepping into the hall and up the stairs. Christ, her arse was bloody amazing and loaded with boxes he hoped she wouldn’t notice his eyes peaking over the top of them, glued to her perfect bottom with the light brown material of her slacks almost clinging to it as she swayed up each step.

She peaked back over her shoulder at the boy whose eyes went from her arse up to her face and she smiled back at him.

For Fitz he was still too bloody terrified to even consider whether it was a come on. He thought about what his good friend, recently graduated teacher and founder of this particular feast, Daniel would have suggested.

“Always be a GENTLEMAN Fitz,” he’d said, “Girls might pretend they like the rough and ready type but that isn’t you. Trust me, offer the girl dinner, then offer her your arm.”

He thought about it, he was very hungry after all. He closed his bedroom door on the last of his boxes and left his washbag and towel in his bathroom on the first floor. Julia had an ensuite apparently.

He looked around once more and as he stepped down the first landing. He continued his walk downstairs thinking about Julia, the lady that ‘seemed’ to have given him a few looks and a bit of a come on since he arrived and walked into the kitchen seeing her looking in the fridge. His heart pounding he stepped forward.

“So Julia, I can’t thank you enough for all of this; look, I haven’t eaten since breakfast, could I… that is… would you like to go out to…” he didn’t think he could pull off Dan’s suggestions not for a minute, The lady smiled sweetly and folded her arms drawing even more attention to the great cleavage she was showing. Temporarily thrown, he eased back a bit, “…for a meal?” She looked a little shocked but not outrageously so, “I know there’s a very nice pub restaurant a short walk from here, my treat.”

“Why Fitz,” she said with a grin, “that would be lovely!”

They walked down to pub, his car safely parked on her drive next to hers,

“Two pints of the Hooky please!” he said to the waitress who’d shown them to their table for two. She returned with the beers and two menus.

“This all looks lovely Fitz,” said Julia, running a finger down the list and settling on the beefsteak.

Yeah, a rare ribeye with all of the usual, she could really do justice to that.

“I’ll have the ribeye, medium rare please!” she said to the waitress, “with a small salad.”

“I’ll have the same!” said Fitz, “but with chips.”

They made small talk about themselves. The boy explained that after training to be a teacher initially, he was now working on educational psychology. He’d shared a house with Dan from his first week at Uni and they were old friends.

She spoke about her moving to the smaller house after her divorce, the beer helping her to unload to this boy she hardly knew more than she ever had to anyone else, how the Ex had been the love of her life and hurt she had felt at his cheating and his abandonment of their life together. The sun started to settle and he ordered another two pints.

The food arrived and was delicious. The beer was equally good and was the just the best sideshow to the whole meal and Julia felt it hit the spot, no question.

Sat at the table while Fitz was deciding on whether to have a sweet course, Julia looked around the room and out of the patio doors saw a Friday afternoon couple lying down on the grass that led down to the stream in the beer garden, hugging and smooching and the man was getting very handsy with his very pretty girlfriend. She was wearing a skirt that even when she was stood up straight would have barely covered her bottom, the fact the man was stroking her thigh and her curvy arse made it ride up so the thin lacy nylon panties showed the bulge of her mound and a hint of camel toe.

The Hook Norton Brewery special she’d just cleared two pints of was a strong one and whether it was responsible, the couple making out by the stream or Carol’s suggestion she ‘help the boy out’ Julia was feeling majorly horny and yes, she wanted the boy that had just bought her the tastiest steak she’d eaten in years; when he’d raised his eyebrows when she pointed out that she was single, when he’d struggled to ask her out for dinner — all of that had been sooo cute.

They decided against the sweet course and finished their beers.

Once outside Julia realised quite how strong the beer had been when the fresh air hit her.

“Oh I say, I may need to take your arm Fitz! I have the wrong shoes for being this tipsy!”

He stepped across and offered his arm.

So close up he could smell her light and delicate perfume and she pushed close up against him he was sure he could feel her breast flesh pushing against his elbow, almost as if… she was grinding it against the tip?

They were back to the house quite quickly and she fumbled with her door keys. She dropped them, backing up into the light to get them and pushing her arse right into his groin.

Hmmm…

She retrieved them, opened the door and stepped aside to let him in, closing and locking the door and stepping into the hallway and turning on the light. She leaned forward to remove her shoes and noticed that Fitz was looking down the front of her blouse, and when she stood up she could quite see why. Two buttons that would have kept the cotton favourite safely closed at her clavicles were undone and there was cleavage and the hint of the lace of her white bra exposed.

How the fuck had that happened?

For the last two hours she had been showing her cleavage and part of her bra to this very nice young boy! She thought back – Carol had put a hand on her chest when she kissed her cheek, the minx must have done it then!

She put a hand to her chest and saw an amount of what just had to be lust in her new lodger’s eyes and rather than cover the line of flesh that indicated where he boobs pushed together, she instead forced her hand to the gold ‘horn of plenty’ pendant she was wearing from the chain around her neck and fiddled with it.

He looked really nervous now,

“Thanks for coming out Julia,” he said with a hint of a stutter and the most gorgeous flush of embarrassment to his cheeks, “I’ll go…” he gulped, “I’ll head up to my room and start to unpack, I have to run a couple of the new paragraphs past my tutor on Monday morning!”

Julia felt a relaxation come over her as the pressure was lifted and beamed a smile at him.

He saw it and figured she was either being nice or was glad he was leaving.

He left.

Had he been lusting after her? How could he — he was twenty four or twenty five with a dazzling look and a body she was lusting after. He MUST have a girlfriend at his age surely, must have been shagging lots of women with that big cock of his that Carol had hinted at.

She went up to her bedroom with some confusion, for something to do more than anything, and stood in front of the tall wardrobe door mirrors checking herself out, especially the cleavage he’d been looking at.

It wasn’t bad, even she had to admit that, pretty bloody good for a late forties bird and just to confirm unfastened the few remaining buttons before slipping the blouse from her shoulders.

It was one of her better bra’s she was pleased to note, one that she’d bought in the good times, during that great rediscovery of sex, their sexual renaissance; femininely lacy, still very white and holding her big boobs in the very best way. She looked at the tops of her slacks that although tight around her waist weren’t digging in or giving her a belly bulge above or below.

She unbuttoned the slacks and pushed them down, stepping out of the hoops on the floor and hands on hips, twisted and turned checking out her waist line and belly, still good and relatively flat considering the two children she’d had.

With her back to the mirror she checked out her bottom; everyone had said, ex-husband, old boyfriends, girls from work, all had complimented her on her arse and the great shape it still had. She turned side on and thought about the tiny panties both of her daughters wore now they were both grown up, graduated, at work and pretty much moved out now. She wondered if she could get away with the tiny stringy bikini things they wore, the lacy shorts that rode high up on their cute bottoms, just as shapely as hers had been at that age.

She reached back and pulled the sides of her white panties in to ride high over her bottom like the girls had, turning and looking and smiling. Hell yeah, she could definitely get away with a few of those.

She turned to face the mirror, still with her hands holding the stretchy cotton high and lightly caressing buttocks that hadn’t had that kind of attention since that bastard had left. She smiled at her reflection, then up and into the shocked face of Fitz.

*

Fitz had unpacked his books and emptied his suitcases into the chests of drawers and wardrobes.

Despite it being at least half an hour since he’d finished his beer he still felt a bit of the impact on a system that still wasn’t fully used to being back on the beer again after graduating his first degree so long back and only seeing his few remaining mates on the occasional weekends these days.

He looked at his mug from before lunch and figured he’d take it down to the kitchen and bung it in the dishwasher. He was a really tidy person and couldn’t stand mess, something he’d learned from his Dad and his lovely late Mum who’d died not two years before, killed by the leukaemia two weeks to the day after she’d come to his Masters’ degree graduation not sixty miles away in the nearby city.

He stepped out and down the stairs stopping to stroke the cat purring at him for attention and as he looked at the humming feline he could see through a marginally open door on the next landing, the reflection of his landlady posing in the mirror then taking off her blouse. As he looked closer it was to see her stroking her breasts and turning to admire them.

He just had to get closer and see what was going on, thank heavens none of the stair treads or the floorboards of the landing squeaked to announce his presence.

Finally, as he stepped to the top of the next flight of stairs he could see her pushing down her trousers and step out of them, again twisting and turning to appreciate what he was appreciating, she had a great body and he could now see all of it!

Just as he thought it couldn’t get better, she was pulling the material of the bikini panties high up into the crease of her fantastic arse giving him an even better view. He felt his erection strain against the elastane of his boxers.

Just when he decided he couldn’t watch anymore and he really should be less pervy and put his mug in the kitchen, her heard a meowing and the cat pushed the door further open and he was no longer admiring a reflection but looking directly at the perfect arse of his landlady and at her pretty face staring back at him with a mouth as wide open as his.

“Hi… Julia,” he said dumbstruck.

She turned a hand on her chest and the other on the front of her panties.

“Fitz, I…” the discussion with her neighbour that afternoon came into her head and she decided to brave it out and the first excuse rolled out, “sorry Darling, we… we tend to be rather relaxed about clothing here, always have.”

Shit! How false did that sound, ‘We’ — who the fuck were ‘WE’?!

OK, it was mostly true, in the old, wonderful family home there was a certain relaxed attitude to clothes and they had all at one point pottered around the house in undies, nightwear, towels, dressing gowns and no one turned a hair. She decided she was going to brazen this out, “please, don’t be embarrassed, this…” she waved a hand around, “this is my room.” She tried to think of what else to say that didn’t seem like she was jabbering.

“Sorry Julia,” he said, thinking on a believable defence, “The cat, it pushed your door open, I wasn’t…”

His discomfort made her feel braver,

“Don’t worry Fitz, honestly, please,” her brain thundered, “come in, take a seat…”

WHAAAAT!?! She was stood in her bra and panties and her panicked brain had just told him to SIT DOWN!?!

Strangely enough he did, perching on the bed next to the slacks and blouse she had discarded.

She could feel the heat radiating from him on her bare skin, not even two feet away from her.

“That beer was rather strong I think Fitz, I feel a bit woozy!” Must be the beer, she figured and went with it, sitting on the bed next to him with a bit of a pissed fall.

“Julia!” he said reaching for the unsteady woman and grabbing her with an arm around her shoulder.

“Thank you,” she said, feeling the excitement of a man’s hand on her bare skin after so long.

The silence was deafening, so she turned her head to peck a thank-you kiss on his cheek, instead he turned his face and their lips met instead.

Their eyes closed slowly with Julia very much in charge making the peck a proper lips and tongues kiss, her first such passionate embrace in many years.

For Fitz it was his first real kiss of this type. Yes he’d been grabbed and snogged by the occasional pissed female classmate at a few Christmas parties and they lasted a few seconds but this was slow and sexy with his arm around a virtually naked older woman.

They were both evidently enjoying the moment so much, so she turned to face him, took his arm not around her shoulder and put it to her waist and he squeezed slightly.

OK, she was hardly a fashion model but she had to be the sexiest image he’d ever clapped eyes on, internet porn and all, and he was arms around her. To make matters better, she moved her hand down to his gently pressing on her waist moving it up to cup her right breast. She gave it a squeeze just to let him know it was OK to do so.

The kissing continued until they had to stop for breath. He straightened up and looked down, his hand still massaging her boob, making up his lack of subtlety with enthusiasm and Julia smiled.

“So where you Impressed with the view through the door Fitz?” she said with a girlish grin.

“You look amazing Julia,” he said with a smile, “nicest I’ve ever seen.”

“That I don’t believe,” she said with a chuckle.

“Nope,” he gave an honest eyebrows-raised shrug, “First I’ve seen not on a beach, honest.”

She paused,

“You can’t be a virgin Fitz? Looking as gorgeously hot and handsome as you do, you must have girls throwing themselves at you.”

“Yes…” he said after a few stops, “yes, I am, and no I don’t; at least I don’t think I do!”

She could almost feel the blood thundering in her veins,

“Well, I think you look pretty gorgeous too, what I can see of you of course.” She leaned back at bit and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh… right,” he said, standing and nodding to himself. She stood as well and stepped across to the windows. The boy was doing what he was told, this boded well and Julia felt the buzz of control with her horniness.

He reached for the belt on his chinos, stopping then starting again as he realised that despite only having known this quite sexy MILF for less than five hours, she was quite pissed and it looked very much like he might get his first shag. He pushed his trousers down and stepped out of them, then it was the T-shirt straight over his head standing there with a bit of a silly grin conscious that his erection was straining against the front of his briefs and the older woman stood across the room closing the curtains, semi-naked in front of him as well, would be able to see it.

“Cooooor Fitz!” she said admiring his muscles and slim build and that bulge in his pants; Carol’s step-son Daniel hadn’t been lying.

“No girls trying to take advantage? Well, that’s their own stupid mistake isn’t it.” She turned around and leant to her right hitting a light switch that made the two beside lights come on, illuminating him in just his grey shorts and her in white lace panties and bra, the subdued lighting throwing her cleavage into a perfect contrast. “You aren’t looking so bad yourself, and goodness gracious – Fitz,” she said as she moved closer to the bed and looked down, “Is that a baseball bat in your pants or are you REEEEEALLY pleased to see me?”

She nodded her head to the bed having pulled the duvet down, and he climbed onto it nervously, settling himself roughly in the middle, bviously not having the first clue on what he should be doing.

She knelt next to him on the bed, drawn to the bulge in his pants. Without a word being said she grabbed either side of them and dragged them down, causing him some temporary pain as the helmet caught in the waist band, and he flinched.

“Oh Fitz!” she said with a squeak, manoeuvring the band around him and pulling them down to his knees, “Are you OK?”

Fitz smiled and blew out,

“A close one!”

“Tell you what,” she said dropping her head down, “Let me kiss it better.”

Fitz had never known such an exciting moment in his entire life as he watched her red-lipped open mouth drop down to his groin.

She took hold of him by the shaft and pulled it up, her complete focus on his knob. She smiled and her tongue slid out to lick around him.

“Just building up some moisture on it Fitz,” she said, “It’ll make the whole thing so much nicer and way more fun!”

He just nodded stupidly and watched as his prick changed texture as she licked wet swathes around it making him cringe and squirm at the most amazing sensations he’d ever known or even thought about. He all but folded up when she lowered her mouth a final time over him and he felt her lips and tongue work their magic on his cock.

Fuck but it was amazing, and he wasn’t sure for just how long he was going to last as he watched her mouth slide up and down his cock — just as all of the MILF’s did in the porn.

“Julia,” he said with a pleasured hiss, “there’s a very real chance that I’m going to come quite soon so…”

“I’ll slow down a bit then,” she said with a wrinkled nose, “I mean, that is the aim of the game Darling, but I want you to enjoy yourself a bit first.” Her smile lost as her open mouth closed over his helmet again.

“Julia…” he said feeling his sap rising for real, “could you…” he nodded to her chest and waist and caught his breath, “take your bra and panties off?”

Ooh. Fucking. Yeah.

Julia felt the complete femme fatale; Mrs Robinson, Stifler’s Mom, Heather Locklear, Christa Miller, all of the movie and TV sexy older women, MILF’s and Cougars and it felt absolutely brilliant.

She sat and reached behind to the hooks on her bra, unclipping it and sliding it down her arms freeing the large boobs he’d been so pleasantly groping a few moments before. Then raising herself up she slowly slid her panties over the curve of her bottom then down to her knees, before dipping to one side to slide them over and down her calves and off of one foot then the other.

A quick glance down showed just the hint of her crack and the hints of the very short pubic hair she kept trimmed if not totally shaved down there for her regular trips to the gym and the pool with her friends, who all had a similar look to her after all.

Now naked she leaned forward, down to take him into her mouth again, slowing the action and licking the places that she had done with her ex-husband when they licked, teased and sixty-nined each other back in the good old days; days not so long past in fact.

She carried on though, thinking on how she might introduce Young Fitz to the concept of cunnilingus. Yes he was a virgin but he was writing a doctoral thesis after all, only made sense that he was a bright lad that would learn fast.

She paused and thought about her own schooling at the all-girls Church of England School she’d gone to and the bitchiness about boobs, bums and pubic hair, or the lack of it that had proliferated.

“So did you go to an all-boys school Fitz?” she smiled at him as she said it.

“No, mixed,” he had a slight tremble to his voice as she all but dived down on his cock again.

She rubbed her tongue against his frenulum running to the tip and was pleased at the reaction.

“So did all the girls want to go out with you when the word got around you were hung like a horse?” she grinned cheekily and sucked him again. She was really starting to like watching him squirm in the pleasure she was bringing to him, her ex was more used to it and while he’d enjoyed it, she couldn’t remember him being this sensitive.

“I got rather teased Julia,” he said gripping the bed sheets either side of him.

“Really?” she said looking surprised, “How long ago?”

“Oh, right my way through secondary school.”

“Boys or Girls?” she sat up but continued wanking him.

“A bit of both, but mostly boys.”

“Well,” she said, “How’s this for revenge…” she wrinkled her nose in understanding then opened her mouth, licked her lips and dropped over his knob, licking, sucking, mouthing before starting to fuck him with her lips and tongue.

“Shit!” he flinched, “Julia!” She carried on regardless “Julia I’m gonna come!”

Julia leaned back slightly then looked up at him with a smile either side of his cock that let him know she knew that and he watched as her splayed index and middle finger pressed down on his groin and stretched the skin tight, and she sped up maintaining eye contact with him until his uncontrollable thrusting spasm let her know she had done well and his semen started to pump into her mouth in spurts and she was able to tame him, continuing to suck and draw out his seed, sucking then licking at the last trickles coming from his snake eye and running down his length.

She licked her lips catching the last escaping drips,

“You were saying about how much they teased you Fitz?”

“Yeah…” he gasped looking down in shock at the naked, big titted, smooth skinned beauty that had just blown him.

“How many of them do you think have a huge dick that any woman I know would die for, that’s just been blown all the way to orgasm by a MILF?”

Fitz smiled and shook his head and gulped,

“A… MILF?”

“Yeah,” she said proudly, “you do want to fuck me don’t you?”

“Yeah… I mean… Christ Julia,” he breathed out, “I mean… WOW!”

She crawled up the bed on her hands and knees, large dark-nipples breasts hanging down perfectly and he reached out for one.

“Oh please feel free to touch what you like Fitz,” she said, “or taste, whichever floats your boat… oooh that’s very nice!” she said as a man softly held and squeezed her sensitive breasts for the first time in well over two years. She lay down next to him her arms on the pillows under her head. “Fitz…” she said quietly and quite deliberately, “would you… and only if you want to, please… would you…” she paused for effect, “would you suck my nipples, only I really like…” she stopped short as he rolled across her, his mouth falling in her left nipple and greedily sucking it hard into his mouth. “Ooh yeah!” she cradled his head in her hands and stroked his cheek just as she had with the two infants that had suckled there all those years before.

He could only mumble a ‘hmmmph-mmumph’ as he did as instructed.

“That’s it Fitz,” she said, “suck harder… yeeeeeah! Oh fuck that’s nice.” She felt a shiver run through her and just knew it was a taste of things to come.

He sucked and nipped at her hard points and she started to tremble, moving a finger down to her pussy, dipping in to get some lubrication before moving up to her clitoris.

Fitz watched out of the corner of his eye,

“Here,” he said reaching down to strum, “let me.”

She figured he probably had never done this before so took his finger and using it as a sex toy frigged herself to her first climax in many months, Fitz still sucking on her rock-hard nips, and seeing how she diddled herself until her groin was up and off of the bed, thudding back down with a deep sigh and deeper breathing.

Her thoughts on the research student on her bed were proved exactly right, as he let her nipple slip from his mouth,

“Julia,” he said inquisitively, “please, show me what you did there…”

This was going to be good.

*

Michaela and Mark.

Michaela watched as the new guy entered the office, tall, with light brown hair that thanks to the hints of grey looked almost metallic. He was very tall and looked extremely hot!

“TEAM! TEAM!” called out Julian her line manager in that whiney voice of his that she had started to hate the first day she heard it. He was an arsehole of the first order and bitched and bullied where his knowledge or instinct let him down. He was the king of the 1-2-1 meeting and he would call them at the drop of a hat. She’d had colleagues that had suffered two or three a day just so he could whinge and whine at them, and they would go on for hours while he went over the same shit because he liked the sound of his own voice.

“This is Mark!” he said in his reedy voice, “Mark is joining us after having a career break, I’m sure it won’t take him long to settle into how we do things here!” That was Julian, things had to be done his way!

Julian introduced him to everyone and it was almost like an electric shock when he took her hand and she was sure she blushed at this good looking older man, old enough to be her Dad at least. He had tonnes of banter for them all and was very well received, and she could see Julian aching to get the attention back to him.

“Ooooohkaaaay,” said Julian with a single raised eyebrow.

‘Here we go’ she thought.

“Just one thing Mark, we don’t wear denim here,” he wrinkled his nose in that patronising way of his. Just to make it clearer, he leaned forward and tapped Mark’s hip.

“Really,” said Mark.

“Yeah… REALLY,” Julian affected his ‘I’m the boss’ look, and turned — job done, “OK team a few things…”

The huge newbie leaned forward and tapped Julian on his hip — just as had been done to him,

“Err… Julian, I can see two people over there wearing black jeans, three now actually…”

Julian looked down in shock where the man he considered his underling had touched him. His underling folded his arms and smiled straight back at him. This suggested rebellion so they all suddenly paid attention. Julian saw this and gave a deep sigh,

“THEY aren’t MY team,” he said with a hint of contempt.

“So black jeans ARE OK then,” Julian sighed and made to roll his eyes, “only I did read the policy and terms and conditions when I signed them on Friday and it does say smart casual is OK, wouldn’t have worn them otherwise.”

“Yeah well I don’t consider it smart and it’s waaaaay to casual!” he said with a denigrating laugh.

“In your opinion.”

“In my opinion,” said Julian with a hand on his chest, emphasising that his opinion was the only one that mattered.

“Aren’t opinions great?” said Mark, “absolutely everyone gets to have one and everyone gets to choose whether they wish to agree with it.” Mark’s smile now had an edge to it.

“Well this one you don’t have a choice to agree with, moving on…”

“Julian, the policy states a list of clothes that are unacceptable for work and black jeans aren’t on it. I’ll continue to wear mine until it does.” He smiled a big smile, “sorry to interrupt, please carry on!”

Julian’s face flustered at this unaccustomed challenge to his authority.

“Eerrrr…” he put a dramatic hand to his forehead and closed his eyes as if he really didn’t have time for all this, “will you come into the interview room with me for a moment?”

“Why?” said Mark with innocently raised eyebrows, “if it’s just so you can tell me about your opinion on black jeans I already know that so it would be a bit of a waste of everyone’s time wouldn’t it.” He perched on the edge of Michaela’s desk casually.

A crowd from the other team had picked up on the body language and were at cupboards, cabinets and the multi-function printer-copier and ‘not quite gathering’.

Julian’s face was at its most put upon.

“I told you my feelings on black jeans and…”

“Feelings, just like opinions Julian,” said Mark, “when its policy and written in black and white you come back and tell me, always happy to discuss things sensibly, you were saying?”

“Didn’t I just tell you that I said black jeans were totally unaccept…”

“Now here’s this nice lady from the Adults team, looking just amazing I might say, in her black jeans Julian, she works for the same department and she CAN wear them?” Michaela looked and saw Katie, her blonde drinking buddy from those few weeks before.

“She’s a girl!” he snapped.

“Julian!” Mark said dramatically right back at him, “why I do believe that’s a blatant breach of the Equality Act 2010 for you treat me any differently to…” he paused and looked at the gorgeous blonde with the mischievous smile, a messenger bag and carrier bag of files who had stopped to watch the fun.

“Katie!” she said holding out her hand which he took and held.

“…For you to treat me any differently to the lovely Katie here because of my gender!”

To add to the fun the lovely Katie stepped closer to Mark, and the watching Michaela envied her for it. Katie waved to her friend Rachel who was wearing black jeans just as tight as the ones Katie had on and she took up station the other side of the new hero of that morning.

“What?” the team leader snapped back.

“A breach of the Equality Act, Julian; gender my friend, one of the nine protected characteristics of the Equality Act. You must have heard of it?”

“Of course I have!” he snapped, “but this has nothing to do with…”

“I’m sorry Julian,” said Chris, one of the older guys on the team, “it has everything to do with it. The Girls in the Adults team wear them and no one cares, but we can’t even though we’re dealing with the kiddiwinks.” He looked around at nodded heads around him and inspired he carried on, “I’d love to wear black denim, very comfortable, cheaper and much harder wearing — if I had a pound for every time I’ve had to go home with another rip in my £40 or £50 smart work trousers from some house or garden or playground I’ve had to clamber through, I’d be much better off. So tell us about the policy please Mark.”

Julian had lost control of the airspace, grunted loudly and turned to walk away. The team clerk and his unofficial PA Maria gave him a maternal look that pretty much screamed, ‘this is it — if you walk away now your little Junta in this corner of the office is OVER!’

He tried to retake the high ground.

“Mark,” he said with a sigh that all of this was below him, “my office please.”

“You don’t have an office,” said Rachel, the black-jeaned senior social worker from the Adults team on Mark’s other hip. She was a bit older and had taken the same long route as Julian but worked outside of his sphere of influence.

“Why?” said Mark just as simply as he had before, “if you think you’re going to give me a bollocking for not agreeing with your own personal interpretation of policy then like I said, No.”

“If you force my hand this will result in a disciplinary…” he said slowing at the end at the portent of such a terrible thing to happen to a man on his first day.

“Force your hand to do what? Julian, you have a problem with me wearing black jeans in your team, something that YOU have unilaterally banned without authorisation or indeed the power to do so, so HOW will this become misconduct on my part and result in disciplinary action against me, I’m intrigued — but…” he smiled a direct challenge across the room, “you do what you think is right mate…”

His mouth flapped a few times as he tried to come up with something in response, the entire office waited with bated breath.

“Mr Royston!” said Julian.

“That’s Doctor Royston if we’re not on first name terms Julian, my PhD was on my application form.”

“DOCTOR Royston, there is a small item at the end of your contract of employment that clearly states…” Julian paused and prepared to count on his fingers.

“Oh that old chestnut! The bit that states I might be called upon to carry out any duties not necessarily listed in the job description or person spec. It doesn’t mention what I wear, clothing is in the corporate policy; I know, I read it. Perhaps you should?”

Julian stormed off leaving the floor to the rest of the crowd.

“So where did you work before your career break Mark?” said Rachel with a grin, breaking the silence.

It was enough and he went on to tell them how he’d been a team manager at the large authority across the county from them but had left to care for his late wife through her illness, treatment and last few months of life after it proved unsuccessful.

There was a silent ‘awwww’ as they all apologised for his loss in that way that the English do.

He was coming back to work part-time, head-hunted by the Director that had worked with him before. Michaela guessed that Mark must have been comfortably off and was able to play the game with Julian and risk gaining the boss’s disfavour to the extent that he had.

“Lunchtime I think!” he said looking at his watch, “Costa coffee anyone?” and walked away with a few of the team.

The early spring sunshine was rather pleasant and Michaela walked having taken Chris’s arm, a lovely chap and very much the office ‘Dad’ and heading towards his retirement.

The chat continued with a bit of a tongue in cheek telling-off from Maria to Mark for pissing of the boss so succinctly. As the walked, Mark hung his head and apologised to the seven people in the gang,

“But he’d been such an opinionated arsehole all morning Maria, tell me — does he talk to everyone like they’re straight off the school bus?”

Chris nodded,

“Famous for it Mark, I was doing this work when he was still in nappies, yet he still questions everything I do; think it gives him a buzz.”

“You’re too kind Chris, the man’s a dick — I would have strangled him by now if he was my manager, Rob our team manager can’t stand him, tries to avoid meetings with him because he’s such a knob.” said Katie.

“He asked me about my experience and I told him, he tried to get all one-upsy on everything I’d done.”

“That’s Julian,” said Katie, “if you’ve got a black and white cat he’s got one that’s blacker and whiter, twat…”

“He got rather upset when I pointed out that I was in charge of team that investigated a high-profile death in a childrens’ home, seems that he couldn’t top a Commission from the Home Office, WHICH boys and girls, was the reason I felt the need to rain on his ‘black jeans’ parade; not being talked down to by a newbie like him, I was wearing black jeans to work when he was wearing his school blazer and grey shorts.”

“Well done,” added Chris.

Michaela smiled, this guy was good and there was just something about him!

After lunch Rachel was in the ladies with the gossip, as she so often was.

Her best mate from her last job worked at his old authority and remembered Mark well.

“…and she said that no way would Mark put up with the kind of shit Julian is famous for, was never going to end well! Apparently he was one of their best Union representatives and used to win every case he took on. Changes afoot I think!”

Julian had written ‘WFH’ in his square on the whiteboard, that he was ‘working from home’ that afternoon so there was a general discussion and a decision on whether they were all going to wear their black jeans in the next day.

Maria said that it would be too cruel and perhaps those that wanted to could gradually phase them in over the week and they kind of agreed with Chris saying he would wear his the very next day.

Michaela wore hers on Wednesday, in fact she had left work early on Tuesday evening to go buy some after taking advice from the lovely and confident Katie on where she’d bought hers from. Michaela bought the same ones and looked down at her shapely arse, which was actually every bit as good as Katie’s. She bought a second pair seeing as they were half the price of the dark slacks she normally bought for work.

It came as a surprise on Wednesday afternoon just before she drove home that a 1-2-1 meeting appeared in her diary for 0900 the next morning then an emailed letter at half past five warning that a matter involving her was being investigated under the authority’s disciplinary procedure. She froze.

What the fuck?

“Ah Michaela, thank you for coming, this is Anna from Human Resources,” he looked across and shared a humourless smile, “just to make sure that everything is done according to the book.” He wrinkled his nose in self-satisfaction.

The door flew open,

“According to the book! What a fantastic idea!” it was Mark! “So sorry I’m late, please carry on.”

“Mister… no sorry DOCTOR Royston, can I ask you precisely WHAT you are doing here in this PRIVATE meeting?!”

“Yes of course, I’m Michaela’s Union representative.”

“What?”

“Her union representative, Michaela is a member and I’m an Employment Rights Act registered representative,” he handed a plastic card across to the HR lady. She looked, raised her eyebrows, nodded, smiled and handed it back.

“Thank you Mark,” said the HR lady, “that’s all in order. Carry on Julian.”

Julian looked momentarily apprehensive, shuffled his notes and carried on, his smile having disappeared now.

Mark was leafing through some paperwork, writing on it, grinning and Julian took exception to this contempt.

“Something you want to say Doctor Royston?”

“Yes Julian, the grievance procedure says that your victim will be given a minimum of 48 hours notice of any meetings and given the opportunity to ask along a colleague or union representative — seems that bit got left off of the letter. Looking at this,” he reached to the table and picked up the e-mail and the date and time, “Michaela’s had less than sixteen?” he looked at the HR lady.

“I can wait,” said the supercilious team leader.

“Nah, this’ll only take five minutes, let’s get it over.”

“Five minutes?” said Julian with contemptuous snort.

“Yeah sorry, perhaps I was being overly generous,” said Mark with an equally contemptuous smile back.

“Michaela, this hearing…”

“Meeting!” said Mark with some annoyance, “it doesn’t become a hearing until there’s a head of service in the room, PLEASE don’t try to intimidate my colleague!”

“I WAS NOT TRYING TO INTIMIDATE ANYONE!” Michaela could see that nasty Julian was starting to lose his cool.

“And don’t shout at me Julian,” said Mark gently, “I’m not some ‘easy to spook’ young girl that you can scare into confessing to some breach of something she clearly hasn’t done, so let’s get on with it.”

Michaela felt her confidence rise, she had laid awake half the night and been in a cold sweat all that morning at the scary wording Julian had written into his letter, and even she had thought he was picking on her because she was the youngest member of the ‘The Black Brigade’.

Julian hissed through his teeth and shook his head, and Mark just laughed,

“And this year’s most convincing ‘I’m not really worried about this’ speech in a badly managed and procedurally incorrect initial investigation goes to…” Mark smiled and sat back in his chair and folded his arms in triumph looking at the HR lady, “Anna, are you going to sit there and let him do this nonsense? It’s clear Julian hasn’t got the first clue what he’s doing here and I’ve yet to hear what poor Michaela’s act of gross misconduct is yet. Julian?”

Anna the HR lady looked at Julian and raised her eyebrows.

Julian sat back in his chair, wiggled his shoulders to suggest he was getting comfortable, coughed, shuffled his papers and spoke,

“On the date mentioned in the invite email Miss Michaela Robertson wore black jeans into work expressly against the verbal instructions of her team leader.”

“Oh per-lease!” said Mark slapping his thighs, “like these ones you mean?” Mark stood, “There’s four of us outside wearing these but no, you decide you’ll try and put the frighteners on a young girl still in her probationary period – you nasty, nasty little manager Julian.”

“I happened to be…”

“I’ve worn black jeans since Monday, Chris since Tuesday but you didn’t send US a scary letter did you?”

“This is about setting some stand…”

“Rubbish,” hissed Mark, “This is about you trying to flex you muscles and regain some ground with you colleagues, perhaps a desire to see someone out the door and to get a notch on your managerial bedpost and show the directors what a big brave boy you are.

Trying to scare the new girl so much that she resigns and you get to say ‘told you so’.” He faced the HR lady, “Anna? None of Julian’s staff are breaching any regulation on dress made by this authority.” He handed across a printed and hand-annotated copy of the council’s policies, “Not that I can see anyhow. Any instruction by him is without the express consent or approval of the management team and he’s making up rules to suit himself and show his team what a big brave boy he is and that he’s in charge. This is total rubbish and neither Michaela nor the Union will take any further part in this farce.”

The HR lady looked at Julian’s notes and raised her eyebrows, and Mark saw this.

“I am OFFICIALLY bored with this little panto Julian and I kind of get the feeling that Anna is as well, so just so EVERYONE knows where they stand if the authority decides to stand behind this… this RUBBISH, we will see you in an industrial tribunal, this meeting is at an end — Good Morning!” he said brightly and indicated that Michaela should stand also, she did and Mark opened the door for her. “Oh and Julian? Get some training in procedures mate?” He looked at the HR lady too, “or the next hearing you attend will be the branch taking advantage of the grievance procedure over you making up your own rules and upsetting staff members with your hissy-fits!” Julian’s eyes went wide, “Don’t believe me?” Mark leant forward over the table, “try me!” he looked at his watch, “three minutes twenty-five, told ya!”

Michaela stood outside the interview room her mouth hanging open, looking at the obscured glass and the shape of the HR lady leaning back with arms folded and the occasional hint of a wagged finger that pointed at the white rectangles just visible on the table in front of her boss.

“Mark, thank you…” she said still shocked at that morning’s events and the speed and ease the new guy had killed off Julian’s standard bullying that had kept her awake at nights on and off since the previous September.

“Don’t worry honey,” said the older man she was really getting such a crush on now.

“But how did you know?”

Mark looked across the room at the team clerk, who just grinned and blew a kiss.

“Young Maria and I are old mates and she phoned me at home last night so I knew to get in earlier. Come with me,” he said extending an arm for her to take, “you need a latte after all that.” She took his arm and went with him to the foyer coffee shop.

And that was indeed that.

Black jeans continued to be worn, Julian continued to be a bit of an arse but Union membership went through the roof after stories of Mark’s triumphs at his last council filtered across the miles between offices. It was added that not only did Mark have an honours degree in Social Work, there was also a master’s degree and PhD in child psychology.

If that wasn’t enough the union had sent him on a Diploma in Employment Law, then another in grievance and disciplinary hearings and he was on the county-wide councils/union joint working group where he was very highly thought of.

Michaela still thought he was hot.

The children’s services team ran several events throughout the year and newly qualified social worker Michaela was top of the list for attending and chatting with both troubled children and their troubled parents.

They’d spent the afternoon at the local zoo closed especially for the occasion and she literally ran around chatting with the attendees, which ranged from the struggling single parent to those pushing the wheelchairs of their disabled children or holding the hands of those with different life-affecting conditions.

This being her first year as a newly qualified social worker she soaked up the atmosphere and took advantage to chat with colleagues and parents alike and completed at least three pages of her logbook.

As she hastily scribbled notes into her notebook, there was a shadow to her side.

“Hi Michaela, getting some good stuff down mate?”

“Mark Hi!” she said with a beaming grin and a bit of a blush.

“Filling in more of that logbook shit?”

“Yeah,” she said with a sigh.

“If you need a hand with any of it let me know, I teach at the university and I mark logbooks for them and the Association,” he said with a wink.

“You teach as well?”

“PhD thing mate,” he said with a nod of the head, “doctorate means I can teach up to degree level, couple of old mates in a couple of Uni’s keep me in mind for when they want some ‘old hand’ input.”

“T…thank you Mark,” she said with a bit of a tremble in her voice.

“No worries honey,” he said.

She guessed he was trying to be parental but to her the term of endearment just made it worse.

“Where’s everyone else?” she said looking away from those electric blue eyes.

“They’ve put their cars into the long stay section of the car park next door and are walking down to the pub up the road there.” He nodded in the general direction.

“Would seem bad manners not to join them,” she said with some surprise at her own bravery.

“Excellent idea,” said Mark,

She looked up into his smiling face,

“I’ll meet you there!” she said and scooted to her car and drove home. There was a quick shower and a quick change and into blue jeans rather than the black ones she’d worn for the last two or three weeks then a taxi back to the pub.

The noise of the bar increased as the booze was consumed, it was a Friday evening and the ‘schools out’ element added to the jollity. What was to have been a few beers after work, ended as a spring team piss-up with more colleagues, friends and some partners arriving.

Mark considered himself to be the duty grown-up and stayed sober, as he had pretty much since he’d got married and his children came along.

The gang had gradually whittled down to the few hardcore party goers and were considering ‘going on somewhere’, and he looked down at the pretty girl that hadn’t left his side for the last hour.

“You OK Michaela?” he said to his giggling companion.

“I’ve had tooooooo much to drink Mark!”

“Then let’s get you home sweetie, think you’ve had enough.” He pointed at his watch, waved to Katie bopping along to the music and pointed down to the young girl and the blonde nodded.

He took Michaela’s hand and wrapped an arm around her waist foreseeing what would soon happen as soon as the stepped out the door.

“I’m fine Mark,” she said just in time for the fresh air to meet the number of shots she’d downed and unconsciousness to kick in, and he swept her up in his arms. He carried her over to his car that opened with a blip, folding her into the large front passenger seat.

He had no idea where she lived but was happy that tonight she could sleep in his spare room to no ill effect.

She dozed comfortably until he reached his place and he slowly pulled onto the drive, stepping out of the car and walking to the front door, opening it then back to her in his car. He opened the door and she woke.

“Oooh where are we?” she said trying to climb out of his car without removing her seat belt.

“At my place Michaela,” he said reaching over her and unclipping the seatbelt, “you can crash in my spare room.”

“Oooooooooh!” she chuckled loudly and it was most unlike her.

“Don’t worry Michaela,” he said lifting her out, “A trip through the sheets will see you right, with nothing more than a hangover in the morning.” He walked up to his open door and through it, kicking it shut with his heel still with the pretty girl in his arms.

“A trip through the sheets?” she said, “That’s a lovely way of putting it Mark, will I be on my own?”

He was walking up the stairs now.

“Yes mate,” he said, “You’ll be fine I promise.”

“Shame,” she pouted rubbing her face against his shoulder, “only… I have a terrible crush on you Dr Fitzroy!” she giggled.

“Do you really Michaela.”

“Yeah,” she gasped, “you have to be the most overtly sexual man I’ve ever met.”

He reached the spare bedroom that he knew was made up with clean sheets since one of his son’s friends had stayed. He laid her down on it.

“OK Michaela, that’s… err… nice of you to say so.”

“I have something I think I’d like the doctor to take a look at,” she giggled with a start and sitting up, putting a hand to his face, “It’s my… hymen!” she whispered quite loudly, “Still a virgin!”

“Really?” he said rolling her back onto the Bed again.

“A sissy VIRGIN!” she snapped, “only fucking girl to go through two years of college, four years of university and…” she hiccupped, “including a fuckin’ year of work placement in the middle of it!” She flapped a hand in the air, “not one fucking offer of sex, a few dates oh yeah, but no one there to pop my cherry…”

“Well undoubtedly lovely as you are Michaela, I really don’t think you’re in a state where you can make an informed decision about something quite so serious, so…” he gently pushed her shoulders back down into the bed, “sober up, then ask me again!”

“Will be too… embarrassed when I’m sober,” she hissed, the hint of tears in the background, “only reason I drank so much tonight!” She laughed again, “been in… been wanting to ask you to shag me since you rescued me from that twat of a team leader… went home and put my posh undies on tonight especially.”

The girl went limp and quiet at the same moment. He slipped out of the bedroom and returned with a bucket just in case and turned the girl, young enough to be his daughter, into the three-quarter prone position. The restriction of her clothes looked extremely uncomfortable, and he decided to at least remove the tight blue jeans digging into her waist.

It was one of the more complicated moments of his life as he popped the brass button, unzipped then struggled to pull down the skin-tight denim from the beautiful young woman comatose on his spare bed.

As he dragged them from her bottom it was hard not to pull down her panties with them and there just as she had said, they did look extremely posh, a filigree of white and tan over grey lace, the string running between and then high across her perfect bum-cheeks.

Fuck but she was pretty fucking spectacular and he rolled her onto her back to roll the clingy material off of her legs, he could see the hint of some trimmed fur at the apex of her thighs and the definition of her virgin pussy. He shook his head and smiled at the pissed kid in his spare bed and fought the material over her ankles and feet.

He folded the jeans and placed them on the back of a chair by the bed, the blouse she wore would look better the next morning for not having been slept in so he undid the buttons and pulled that off, hanging it over the back of the same chair.

And like she’d said her bra and panties matched with everything that modern culture allegedly suggested, the lacy bra had given her already large tits the most attractive cleavage. He opened the cupboard and removed one of the bath towels and a new toothbrush on the chair for the next morning, before laying the folded duvet up and over her, like he had with his own children so many times.

He went to bed, happy that he’d done the right thing and the pretty girl would see the sense of it the next morning. Christ, what a body she had on her though.

He was sat at his breakfast table drinking his tea when at 1030 the girl appeared.

“Hi…” she said with shower wet hair and an embarrassed look, “I hope I wasn’t too much trouble last night?”

He poured her a mug of tea and indicated the chair she should sit on and smiled kindly.

“You were sweetly pissed!” he said, “I will confess it was a pain taking your jeans off but trust me sweetie, I’m a parent of two now grown-up kids and it wasn’t so bad.”

“At least I had on my good underwear…” her face went even paler and she all but fell on to her chair, “Oh God, I…” she gulped and lost what little colour she had and put a hand across her eyes, “I told you everything didn’t I…”

“Sweet Michaela, you were very pissed and I’m enough of a psychologist to know when not to take too much notice of what an emotional person says.” He laid what he hoped was a reassuring hand across hers.

“Oh Jesus,” she sighed and picked up her tea sipping gratefully at it; it was Earl Grey, did this man know that was her all-time favourite? While still not making eye contact, she saw that he pushed a small box of Paracetamol towards her so she took the box with as much of a smile as she could manage and popped out two from the blister pack and swallowed them.

“Michaela, believe it or not,” he leaned closer to her and gently squeezed her hand as she flipped her head back, “I take it as a massive compliment, I was actually rather charmed.” She continued staring at the table in hungover horror, “Tell you what, you’re not a vegetarian are you?” She looked up at him and shook her head, “good, heavy duty fry-up needed, here,” he pushed that morning’s Guardian towards her and stood up and walked to the fridge removing a few packets, “teapot’s full look.”

As the grilling bacon started to give forth the most wonderful smells, he turned to face her,

“So, no dates all then.”

She put down her tea mug,

“A few,” she said, “but I was always really nervous, that or the boy talking to me was nervous as well, not sure really.”

The toaster popped in the background and he took out the four slices and lay them on a plate, scraping butter onto the first,

“Michaela, it’s not a prerequisite sweetie, you’re what… 23, 24?”

“24,” she said with a grin.

“Well then, that’s no age,” he flipped bacon on to the two slices of buttered toast, watching as the eggs finished and buttering the next two slices, “it’s not a bloody competition!” He flipped both eggs onto the waiting bacon, then broke both before sprinkling salt and black pepper, “There’s no prize for being the first in the class mate I swear to God, trust me — I’m a social worker!”

He cut both sandwiches corner to corner and put the plate in front of her, dropping another four slices of bread into the toaster.

She bit in to the first sandwich and all of the flavours hit her mouth at the same time, and she smiled.

“That’s better!” He grinned back at her slipping more bacon into the pan.

Their chat continued, with Mark trying hard to talk down the pretty girl sat across from him but little did he know that the nicer he was to her the more she wanted him to be the one.

“Mark,” she said with a sigh, “I’m not looking for a relationship here I just want sex; horny and really want a man that will slake my lust and teach me what to do.”

“Michaela, that bloke is out there honey, and you will find him,” He sat down with his two sandwiches the same as hers, “you need to stop worrying and just enjoy life! The right bloke is out there, really he is.” He took a huge bite.

She carried on with her sandwich,

“I did meet a really nice guy a few weeks ago,” she said, “it was the department post-Christmas girls’ night and we were on a bit of a crawl, saw this lad looking at me across the bar and I was really tempted to go and have a chat with him, but didn’t… and when HE did, well…”

“And thereby hangs the problem, you should have just gone and had a chat with him honey!”

“Yeah but!” she said loudly, “I was too scared, and as it turned out I think he was too scared.” She picked up her tea mug that he’d just refilled and took a sip, “I confess I went back to the bar a couple of times looking for him. No luck.”

“That’s kind of how it works honey, BUT next time you’ll know to wander across and just have a chat with him. You’re a social worker, you’ve spent four years learning how to walk up to people and have a chat with them.”

“Yeah I suppose so,” she looked out of his kitchen window and the large garden beyond, “But that’s not with people that I’m attracted to.”

“Point taken Michaela,” he said, “how about you st…”

“Mark please, just be my first, nothing else, I…” she looked up at him, “somehow I just know that with you it’ll great, it won’t be some drunken fumble and then kick me out the door so he can text his mates about me — I know that you’ll take care of me and make it really special.”

“Wow,” he said quietly, “You really are trying to get into my pants aren’t you.”

“I promise not to fall in love with you Mark, I want… sex, no embarrassment, no games, just a fuck, well a few fucks really, enough to get my head around it and give me enough confidence to just… well…. get out there and do it for real. Please Mark, I know it sounds weird but… just be my first?”

“And you swear it’s nothing else?”

“I had a bit of a Daddy crush on you to start with but now I think its straight up lust — will you help me?”

*

Julia and Fitz.

He woke a while later looking across his pillow and seeing the hints of grey roots at the scalp of his bedmate. Julia looked so rested and he watched as the duvet laying across her chest rose and fell gently, slipped down on one side to expose the right nipple that he’d sucked and nipped at.

After she’d blown him, he sucked and played with her full breasts as she used his finger to rub out her first orgasm and he was so impressed that he asked that he could have a turn. Julia said that he could return the favour and go down on her. He’d seen enough porn to know the basics and in the way of all good research postgraduates he reviewed his previous learning, asked questions, applied his previous learning, (his tongue and middle finger actually) observed again and noted his results — his lover’s groin pushing up off of the bed and into his face, howling into her orgasm as she tugged at his hair.

They both came down slowly giggling at their mutual pleasure sharing a few kisses and strokes of the others naked body, the softly panting woman pulling the duvet up to cover them both.

“You lay there and relax while I go and get us some coffee Fitz,” she said, “You need to get your strength back, if we’re going to lose that cherry of yours.” She rolled out of bed and he watched as her bare bottom wobbled across the room. He lay back resisting the temptation to punch the air.

The coffee was just what the doctor ordered and he felt he took full advantage of ogling the naked body laying next to him and feeling his penis start to harden again. Julia grinned at him as he looked at her big tits.

“I suppose it’s about time we got the prick of yours hard again so you can get shot of your virginity.”

“It’s pretty much there already Julia, just looking at that great body of yours.”

“Well let’s not waste it then.” She put down her coffee mug reached across to his shoulder and pulled him towards and over her, he pushed himself up on his arms and moved between her legs.

Knowing she would need to assist here Julia reached down for the massive dick she’d sucked to orgasm earlier. Fuck, but it felt bigger and harder than it had when she’d wanked him and placing a guiding hand to his arse eased him down until she felt his erection at her pussy lips.

She smiled up at him and pulled him forward, his cock slipping easily into her sopping sex and stretching her wider than anything she’d ever had in there before and she pushed up against him as he lowered himself onto her with his weight on his elbows.

“Easy Fitz,” she said as he pulled out and slipped back in a few times, “nice and easy Darling, I really want to enjoy this!”

“I don’t know how long I’ll be able to go without…”

She put her extended index finger to his lips,

“Don’t worry Fitz!” she said writhing beneath him as he moved in and out, “I haven’t slept with a man in three years, especially not with a guy as big as you are and I’m just enjoying it! If you need to come — come!”

“Hell yeah!” he said.

“Well fuck me then Fitz, do your worst mate!” She positively growled into his mouth as she pulled him down for a kiss, then feeling him start to pound into her puss in a way that no one ever had before.

The thrusting was incredible and she started to tremble beneath him, then raising and spreading her thighs to get him even closer and the slight tilt of her hips she could feel him deeper into her to her anterior fornix and the mouth of her cervix.

It was amazing and she cried out as he gave her a second earth-shattering orgasm, moments later feeling the wonderful hot splashes she knew to be his come shooting deep into pussy.

She woke at work o’clock the next morning, a sticky feeling between her legs and a damp patch at her thigh realising she hadn’t headed for the bathroom after their amazing sex and had ‘slept in the wet patch’, something that had never happened to the sexy but still very house-proud housewife in many years.

She’d had a great sex life, slowing slightly with age, work and children of course but lovemaking had been regular and lovely, always followed by the slow knees-together strut to the ensuite so he didn’t dribble out of her.

But not last night, as they kissed and cuddled through their final spasms she begrudgingly allowed him to pull his still quite hard length out of her flushed sex and then backed cosily into him, his wet cock touching her bottom and lower back then pulling his arms around her with a hand on her tits and the other to her belly and the gentle ache she could still feel there convincing herself she would get up in a while and head to the bathroom and the inevitable waddle.

She evidently hadn’t. She thought about the stain on the sheet but what the hell, it wouldn’t be the first and it wasn’t like either of her grown-up children where around to see it or comment.

And why the hell not? She was an adult, divorced from her cheating ex and quite entitled to have some fun, even with a boy young enough to be her son. She wasn’t going to tell anyone that was for sure and she kind of got the feeling that young Fitz wasn’t going to go screaming it from the rooftops either.

She looked to her right and the lightly sleeping boy that had fucked her to sleep the night before, he did look quite cute without his glasses. She looked further down the bed lifting her head slightly and, ooooh yeah, his morning wood was holding up the duvet. Thank God for young fit men!

Still mostly covered by the duvet she raised her left leg and climbed over him and lowered herself over that rock hard cock and impaling herself on him with two supporting fingers on] the first try, her damp puss making it so much easier and she cooed a very real ‘oooh yeah’, settling down across his groin seeing him struggling to open his eyes as she started to ride him.

He put his hands behind his head and yawned as he stretched, pushing even harder up and into her and she squeaked in surprise.

“Well Julia, a very good morning to you as well!”

She pushed herself down again, wanting to feel him brush against her A-zone and cervix again, and shivered with the pleasure.

“Seemed a shame to waste it Fitz,” she tilted her head back leaning forward with her hands on his chest as she took her turn to fuck him. “So are you impressed with this whole sex thing?”

“God yes,” he said pushing up against her.

“Glad you finally lost your cherry Fitz?”

“Well worth the wait Julia, and thank you very much for taking such great care of me!”

“Oh, that feeling is extremely mutual Darling, ooh…” she gasped as she ground down on him, feeling him where she wanted, “Fitz…” she beamed a huge grin to him as she wiggled her bottom around getting him to touch places she’d never known before, “Darling, this weapon of yours is amazing, I’ve NEVER had anything this big before!” She put a hand to the centre of his chest and reached back to his thigh and shuffled backwards and forwards with him inside her, “I’m just gonna… do… Oh God yes…” She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, “Oh shit… just lay still… few more seconds… OH FUCK!!” She howled to her orgasm, flipping her head back, and gasping an ‘uh’ to each of the final spasms of her cervix.

She lay flat down on him and kissed him.

“That was OK then?”

She laughed rudely,

“To coin your phrase Fitz, Hell yeah!” She kissed him, her tongue sipping into his mouth with real abandon.

His hands slowly crept up her sides and slipped around her back, and she quite enjoyed it, nice to feel a man’s hands on her again, improved when they slid down and started to stroke then caress her arse, and she wiggled just a little to let him know it was fine, pushing her hard-nippled boobs into his chest.

The moment was improved by the addition of him gently thrusting up and into her, and she remembered that she had begged him not to come and held him still while she ground her internal organs, well one in particular, against him.

She rested her head on him and nuzzled his neck as he started to get a bit braver, clutching and squeezing her arse as he fucked up and into her.

“Julia…” he said breathing slightly heavier and quicker, “Could you get on to your hands and knees?”

“Might do?!” she said with the sort of familiar girlish tease she’d used with her ex, “what’cha gonna do if I don…”

He laughed and flipped her onto her back him still fucking into her and leering down at her giggling face.

“Well if you’re going to get all masterful and manly with me Fitz, I suppose I’ll have to be a good girl and do what I’m told… won’t I,” She slipped a hand behind his head so she could push her mouth against his.

The kiss was passionate but short as she wriggled out of his embrace to adopt the position he’d requested. It was no great chore and happened to be her all-time favourite ‘sexy’ sex position and she rested her head in her pillows, dropped to her elbows, spread her knees just a tiny bit, closed her eyes and waited obediently for her lover’s insertion, the same way she had hundreds of times before.

She felt Fitz’s knees go either side of hers then his hand strongly grabbing her hip. There was the faintest fiddling of something at her pussy lips, then… FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

His hips slammed against her arse as he filled her deeper than anyone ever had before, and she cried out, doing so again as he withdrew then slammed back in to her again, then again, and again and again in an amazingly strong, sexy domination of the arse before him, pulling her backwards and forwards with both hands on her hips, exactly where she liked them.

“Oh Fitz!” she squeaked in a voice she could hardly recognise as her own, “Yeah, just like that, Oh fuck!”

“Oh shit, Julia… I’m gonna come… oh Jesus!” He pushed hard and deep into her, pinning her below him as he slumped forward with her, a second dose of his come pouring deep into her cervix, the hand she had been scrubbing at her clitoris with pinned under her as she finished herself, coming strongly and deeply just after him.

OK, she had needed to rub that last one out but fucking hell, only just and considering how he’d pleasured her since they’d semi-drunkenly stripped off and climbed into her bed the night before she really couldn’t complain. The 24-year-old virgin had well and truly fucked her brains out and she could barely move such were the amazing feelings and sexual response he’d triggered in her.

He rolled off of her sliding the huge penis from her and she groaned.

“You OK Julia?”

“Better than OK Fitz,” she said with a sigh and turning to face him, “Soooooo… you were really a virgin were you?”

“Yeah!” he said, “that’s why I could only manage half a dozen strokes before I came!”

“Bit more than that Darling, when I was getting into it this morning, I lost count.”

“I think I was concentrating so hard on what you were doing I didn’t even think about it.”

“Well you concentrate as much as you like if you’re going to bring me off like that, Wow!” she put a hand down to her flushed, swollen and sopping pussy, “That weapon of yours needs a warning on it.” She trembled a little rolling to her side and getting off of the bed and heading for the bathroom with clamped-together knees. He watched with interest. “This is the bit that never makes the porn films or the romance books,” she flung open the ensuite door and dropped on to the WC feeling his little gift drip from her and land in the pan with a thick splat. “Better here than all over my sheets.”

He looked down and the drying ring circled in white in the centre of the bed.

“Oh,” he said seeing the sex stain, “sorry.”

“Not your fault Darling,” she said with a smile across to the boy.

She relaxed and peed as well, not even thinking about that Fitz was laying on her bed and watching and listening to the whole show. They’d both sucked and fucked, there was no need for inhibitions surely.

She tore off some paper and blotted herself dry, standing and looking down into the pan before she dropped the paper in. There were several huge white blobs of semen either settled or sliding down into it.

Semen.

Hmmmm…

She had drunkenly slept with a young stud and he’d fucked her. He’d come inside her – twice, so fucking deep inside her in fact, no condoms, no pills, nothing.

OK, she was an older lady but her ex had been ‘neutered’ as he always called it, vasectomised after the birth of their second child and they screwed with great abandon from that point on. She knew that her clock was ticking and the first hints of the menopause had been noticed. Ah well, she’d see how it went and worry if she didn’t come on.

She dropped the paper and flushed away the evidence.

The concept of a pregnancy scare brought something else to her mind, she stopped at her side of the bed and picked up her water glass and took a sip.

“Fitz, last night and this morning was amazing, I mean probably the best sex ever, but…” she put down her glass, “that’s all it can ever be Darling, you know?” she folded her arms and raised her big tits.

“Yes of course,” he sat up resting on his right arm and looking little disappointed, “thanks, it was amazing.”

“Oh, I don’t think that’s it altogether Fitz,” she grinned, “as far as I’m concerned, if you’d like to err… perhaps have a bit of a rerun then you are very, very welcome, how many weeks are you here for?” she said slowly and sinking down to kiss him just as tenderly as they had when they were screwing moments before.

“Seven weeks!” he said, “If I can survive that long.”

“I’ll feed you up Fitz,” she said, “Don’t worry, I have my own reasons for needing to keep you… hmmm she looked down his great body, “Big and Strong?”

He pulled her down on top of him again, both laughing as they rolled together, kissing, cuddling and groping the other.

*

Michaela and Mark.

“So just sex Michaela?”

“Yes… please. I just want shot of this indecision, and my hymen of course!”

“And you aren’t going to be moping and mooning, and following me around the office with puppy dog eyes?”

“Swear to God,” she said, “just a few fucks Mark.” She gave him a really honest smile and he thought about the gorgeous sexy girl he’d undressed the night before.

“OK,” he said then stopped. He picked up that mornings Guardian and handed it across to her. “Just write me a note on there — next to the date saying just that.”

“What?”

“Michaela, no disrespect honey but the last thing I want is you turning around tomorrow morning and accusing me of rape and blackmailing me!”

“Mark… I…” her instant look of shock was enough to convince him that wasn’t what she had in mind at all.

“That’ll do it,” he said, “Don’t worry, just a bit of test.” He could feel his erection growing in his pants. He’d not slept with anyone in two years, not since his beloved Layla had died, and this was a smart kid and her apparent innocence in bed with that drive was actually quite a turn on. Yeah, why not. “Sooooo would you like to go out for dinner and a drink or…”

“No,” she said, “I’d much rather we just… got on with it, you know?”

“Of course,” he indicated towards the kitchen door, “step this way?”

She followed him up the stairs and into his large bedroom, the long dormer windows in the sloping roof casting bright sunlight across the room and the huge king sized bed in centre of it.

“Bathroom is just there honey.”

She grinned and nervously stepped in to it, pulling the door shut behind her. She used the facilities, washed her hands and stared at herself in the mirror. The night before’s make-up had been washed off in that morning’s shower and she only had a lipstick in the small clutchbag downstairs on the kitchen table. She had been planning this shit in her head now for weeks, and nervous slighty hungover sobriety on a Saturday morning hadn’t been part of it.

She peered into the mirror again, was she really ready for this?

“Michaela, if you’re really not sure, more than happy to drive you home honey?” She heard him call from the bedroom.

Bastard, trying to psych her out was he? No fucking way, she’d come this far and wasn’t about to back out now. She pushed the door open and there he was, lying on that huge bed against a stack of pillows, still dressed.

“So Michaela,” he said, evidently using his college lecturer voice, “Michaela… I’m going to call you Micki.”

“I’d much rather you didn’t,” she replied.

“Sorry Micki, if I’m making love to you then it’s personal!”

She looked up at him with narrowed eyes, then grinned.

“Ooookay!”

He looked at her reflection again,

“So Micki, what’s the problem, what makes you need to lose your virginity now?”

There was no humour or ridicule in his voice, she reminded herself she was in the room with one of the county’s leading psychologists.

“It’s something I feel I need to get through, some barrier I’ve put up in my own head I think,” she said, “just to get past it, build up the self-confidence, happy that I won’t be a disappointment with the first guy I sleep with.”

“But you can be a disappointment to me obviously?” he said with a grin.

“That’s hardly what I meant Mark!” he admonished him.

“Right,” he said, “some confidence building then. Look in the wardrobe mirrors Micki, tell me about the girl you see in there.” The entire wall was covered in fitted wardrobes, the centre three having mirrored sliding doors.

This man was good, no two ways about it.

“24-year-old brunette, plain and a bit hippy if I have to be honest.” She twisted and turned, seeing him watching her.

“OK, let me tell you what I see,” he pushed himself up and grabbed his knees looking at her in the mirror, “Stand up straight, weight slightly on your right leg,” he looked at her reflection straight in the eye again, “I see the most gorgeous young woman, what you call hippy I call one of the finest female bottoms I have EVER seen in my life,” he sat up some more, “now bearing in mind I’ve already seen you in your underwear, I want you to take your jeans off,” he said and rolled to his nightstand to take out a tablet computer and he tapped the screen.

“You’re not taking photos Mark, are you?” she held the unbuttoned flaps of her jeans across her belly.

“No, much as I’m outrageously tempted to; jeans Micki?”

She cringed a bit,

“Still struggling with the ‘Micki’ bit Mark.”

“I know,” he said, “bet your parents insisted didn’t they;” she nodded, “brother or sister?”

“Big sister Veronica…”

He paused,

“Who gets to call her Ronnie?” said Mark.

“Only her husband and some of her mates.”

“Yes!” he snapped, “because it’s more personal and that’s part of our game, we’re going to bring that barrier down so you can let someone in!”

He tapped on the tablet screen a few more times

“Jeans! Off!” He said, “I’ve seen it all before honey, and to be honest losing your cherry is going to be complicated with them on!”

He was quite right, she woke in her undies in the strange room that morning and the thought that someone else had stripped her had turned her on quite a bit. She slid them down her legs, almost with as much trouble as he’d had the night before. He stepped off of the bed and walked towards her.

“Face me,” he said handing her the tablet, “who’s that?”

“Jennifer Aniston,” she said simply.

“Do you think she looks hot?”

“Obviously!? She’s Jennifer Aniston!”

“Look at her bottom Michaela,” she did so, “now look over your shoulder,” she did so, “What’s your hip, waist and bust measurement?”

“I’m a 36C, 26 waist and 36 hips.”

Mark put his hand on her shoulders, and slowly turned her around to face the mirror,

“So is she…” he whispered into her ear, “how tall are you?”

“I’m 5’9″ without shoes.”

She’s 5’4″ — same figure but you’re taller, now take your top off,” he said taking the tablet back from her and flicking on the screen. She did so, still facing the mirrors. “Recognise this picture of her?”

It was a still of the ‘Friends’ Star doing the striptease from the film ‘We’re the Millers’, and he held it up so she could look at herself then the picture of the movie star, there underwear not that far different. She twisted and turned checking herself out, hands on hips, a smile starting to form as she finally started to get it. He tapped the two short ‘pause’ dashes and Jennifer Aniston started to dance.

“I think you’re much hotter than her Michaela, I mean…” he flipped the screen around, “She’s got twenty five years on you!” he grinned, “Do you dance?” he said.

“Yes,” she said with a shy grin.

“Then show me…” he whispered, walking back to his bed and laying down and taking his phone and tapping the screen until ‘addicted to love’ was coming out of the wall mounted TV screen to her right along with the video of Robert Palmer and his female backing band, “dance for me Micki,” he said with the most lecherous look she’d ever seen from him; but then she was stood in his bedroom in just her favourite bra and panties.

As the music hit ‘the lights are on’ she swung her hips and gave it her all, thinking on what she’d just seen and the dancing she’d done at any number of nightclubs and Student Union parties over the years to try and attract men, her hips jigging in time to the music and she saw that Mark was really looking impressed now.

“Nice,” said Mark, “now dance to make you feel good, not me.”

He was stood to her left but moving back to the bed to sit down.

She bent forward and picked up her blouse by each sleeve flipping her long hair back as she straightened, pulling the silky shirt across her shoulders pushing her tits forward, then it was rubbed down her back then turning and bending forward to rub it across her arse. She saw in the mirror he was watching her closely now so the shirt was dropped.

Still facing the mirror she reached behind her to unclip her bra before turning back to face him, holding the cups across her tits and stepping closer to him, her body still writhing to the music as she slipped first one then the other arm out of the thin white straps. She moved closer to him as the repeated ‘might as well face it you’re addicted to love’ began and flung the bra at him throwing her arms up high to release her breasts, wiggling her shoulders at speed like all of the videos she’d seen of this kind of dance, stopping when she felt uncomfortable.

The music was building up and she knew just what she was going to do next. She faced the mirrors again and wiggled her arse at him, peaking over her shoulder cheekily, then tucking fingers into the sides of her tiny panties she slowly pushed them down in time with the music and twerking, still peaking over her shoulder at him a few times.

At the final ‘addicted to love’ her panties were at her knees, her bare arse was point right at him and she spun on her crossed legs, dropping then kicking the tiny garment up and at him to stand naked before him, hands on hips and legs apart, breathing hard and perfectly naked.

He smiled and applauded.

“And you have confidence issues do you Michaela? Don’t fucking believe you honey!”

She folded her arms and giggled,

“You are the first person I’ve ever been naked in front of that I wasn’t either related to or being treated by,” she folded her arms and stepped closer to him, “It’s you Mark, the confidence you give me.”

“OK honey,” he said with a grin, “You are fucking gorgeous, I mean,” he pointed back at the mirror, “did you just see yourself?!”

“Yeah!” she said with a grin.

“So you can find your own man to go and make love to now?”

“Mark,” she moved closer to the bed, “I have never been so turned on in my entire life, and if you don’t relieve me of my cherry and fuck me right now I’ll probably…”

He pulled her closer to him and she dropped on top of him. Their lips met and pressed together passionately and tongues entwined wetly and sweetly.

She felt his hands all across her bare body, and she giggled as he lay his warm hand on her bare arse, the first man ever to do so.

“Mark, for God’s sake please!”

“Pace yourself Michaela, there’s no rush!”

“Really? You think?” she snapped back at him with another big smile pushing herself up a tiny bit.

He took her hands and had her unbutton his polo shirt and pull it off of him, next it was his jeans and he lay there laughing as she tried to carry out the same manoeuvre he had the previous night. Such was her keenness, his boxers came down with his jeans and, my-oh-my there it was and it looked just fine of rather large.

“Next lesson then Micki,” he said as he lay naked next to her, “This perfect body of yours, it’s way more than just intercourse; if you’re learning love making with me then it’s going to be the whole thing OK?”

“Yeah,” she said, amazed that she could be lying on a bed with a man she knew from work talking about sex, stark naked.

“So Michaela, tell me about how you touch yourself?”

“I… I don’t…”

“Liar,” he said with a grin, “close your eyes.” She did as ordered, “So tell me what you do when you wake up on a slow Saturday morning at home; you haven’t got to go to work, the house is quiet, the sun’s coming through the window, you’re wearing a T-shirt that’s ridden up around your waist and you’ve started to re-read that Mummy-porn book that Katie loaned you.”

“What?” she opened her eyes, that was fucking terrifying, he’d pretty much described her last Saturday morning, “How did…”

“Easy!” he said, “in the morning the book was proudly sticking out of the top of her bag just to tell the office that she’s a sexy woman and doesn’t care who knows it; in the afternoon it was stuffed in your jacket pocket over mine but still just visible, don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes for that one Honey.” He grinned and stroked her face and down her neck, “your wanking yourself to it at the first opportunity was a lucky guess and my limited knowledge of quiet women.”

She looked at him and blushed, biting her lip as she remembered last Saturday morning and when she rubbed one out, remembering her innocent flick through the on-line sex toy shop thinking about a huge vibrator and how she might buy a big dick-shaped vibe to take her own virginity if the situation didn’t Improve. Her blush increased when she remembered the wet smudge in her phone screen, her own wetness, from ‘down there’.

“Close your eyes again honey but keep those sexy thoughts;” This man could read her bloody mind! “so anyway, you’ve started to read the sexy bit and he’s either kissed her, screwed her or spanked her, which one by the way?”

“The third one…”

“Being?”

“He spanked her…” she hissed.

“Excellent! So she’s just gone over his knee and is feeling all submissive, and you’re really turned on by that — what do you do when you feel that stir deep down in your… oh yes,” her hand was between her legs and index and middle fingers were moving across her swelling vulva. He slid his stroking hand down her neck, between her fine breasts, her stomach and finally at the apex of her thighs brushing his knuckles gently against hers and feeling her flinch as his initial touch, “what shorthand do you use for this little place here Micki?”

Her breathing had speeded up,

“That’s… my pussy,” she said.

“Excellent, so you’re getting a feeling in your pussy, what do you do then?”

“I stroke it.”

“Show me,” he said rolling back a bit and seeing her sliding a finger between her labia and stroking up and down. He place a hand over hers gently cupping it. “So you’re a ’round and round’ girl rather than an ‘up and down’.”

“Too sensitive going across,” she said grimacing her face as she started to get into it.

“Now, THAT’S something that a lover needs to know, keep your eyes closed Micki;” she felt him move slightly, “for instance,” he said kissing her cheek then moving down her body leaving a line of electrifying soft kisses going from place to place, when he lightly kissed one of her tits she thought she might burst, but he continued doing the same until her reached her mons, “A good lover will want you to enjoy a mouth on your puss, not be driven mad by too much stimulation, I mean,” he gently raised her thigh and moved her finger just to one side as his mouth lowered to her vagina, “This is directly across your clit,” she felt his tongue bounce across her most sensitive place and she almost curled up, “while THIS is round and round…”

She’d never known such a feeling of pleasure as this amazing man gave her cunnilingus for the very first time.

“Oh shit, Mark!” she panted, her hands grasping and releasing the sheets either side of her, “Mark, that’s just… Ooooooh MARK!” she cried out as someone brought her to orgasm for the first time, her face pushing hard up into him as she rolled through a second come almost instantly.

“And it’s not just your clitoris of course,” he said, “Deep in your pussy you have a couple of other places that are particularly nice and I’m just going to have a little feel around until I find them later on, don’t mind me…” He sucked on her clit and she was off again and his fingers where into her and stroking, caressing, exploring.

She moaned her way through any number of orgasms and finished with her feet flat on the bed with knees akimbo and hands in his short hair, first stroking then pulling until he knew she’d had enough.

“There, that OK?”

“Ooooohkay,” she mumbled as she came down from his manipulation.

“Right then Micki,” he pushed a finger inside of her, “Shall we get shot of this virginity issue of yours and have some fun?”

“Please Mark, the rest of it has been amazing but that is kind what all of this has been about.” She pushed further up the bed so her head was on the pillows.

“OK then,” he said sliding across her, “let’s just see how this fits, just you lay there and relax and enjoy!”

“Will it hurt?”

“Perhaps just a bit, but you’re so wet and swollen down there I doubt you’ll even notice! Hey — it’ll feel really nice afterwards!”

“Oooh…kay then.”

She pulled him over her and watched as he lowered himself down and onto her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I had a vasectomy about fifteen years ago Michaela, so there’s no need for contraception. I don’t have any nasty diseases either.” Indeed hadn’t she seen him, Chris and Maria coming back from the adjacent community centre after they’d all given blood three days before.

“Please Mark,” she said but he could feel her hesitancy.

“There,” he said as he pushed up and she felt the slightest stretching as he entered her and before she knew it he was deep inside her and gently thrusting.

“Oh Wow Mark,” she sighed hugging him to her, “That’s so lovely! And it didn’t hurt a bit!”

“No, it wouldn’t have done honey, I pushed my thumb through what was left of your hymen when you had your… third orgasm?”

“Oh Mark!” she pulled him tight and kissed him, “Thank you,

They carried on, with Mark suggesting she raise her hips, lower them, tilt downwards so he could try clitoral alignment but it didn’t do anything for either of them, “Lets finish this Micki, let’s see if I can’t give you an orgasm.”

“Another one?”

“What?”

“Didn’t you notice me coming when I lifted my hips up and grabbed you with my thighs? You went so deep!”

“Really?” He looked rather proud.

“Oh yeah, you can do that as often as you like Mark.”

“Fair enough,” and he did precisely that feeling her clamp her thighs around him and squeeze.

“Fuck me!” she almost growled into his face as he pounded into her, “fuck me Mark! Shit! Fuck me, make me come again, like you did before, fuck me! Fuck…” he speeded up and increased the power as much as he was able, “Oh yeeeeeeees!” she screeched, “Oh fucking… Ooooh shiiiiiiit!” She held him tight, crying out in some surprise as she felt him come inside her, ending with a gentle “Ooooh Mark!” as she finished.

He rolled to one side taking her with him, beaming a grin at him, her eyes wet with tears.

“That was OK Honey?”

“Christ Mark, it was amazing — but then I knew it was going to be. From the moment you took my arm and walked me to the Coffee Express in the foyer, I knew you would be brilliant at it.”

“You aren’t going to fall in love with me Micki are you,” he said tapping her nose with his finger.

“Oh Mark!” she panted dramatically, flipping her hair to one side, “you really mean that you don’t? How could you…” She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, “not even remotely funny?”

“Bit,” he said returning her smile.

“No, you’re fine Mark, to quote Pretty Woman Julia Roberts, I’m just using you for sex.” She kissed then end of his nose and wriggled to one side. Putting a hand to pussy she leapt from the bed running towards the ensuite, flopping down on it just in time. “Jesus Mark,” she said looking down at her puss and into the pan, “was that all you?”

“Yep sorry, they never seem to warn women about that bit.”

“Fair enough… oh, looks like there’s some blood in there, is that me or you?”

“Probably you honey, I did break whatever was left of your hymen and there’s bound to be something. Besides I have been told I’m quite a big lad!”

“Oh really!” she stood from the WC and dropped her bunched tissue in and flushed, “That’s not just you showing off Mark?” he could hear her washing her hands.

“No, had it from several ladies of the town, I’ve always considered them to be experts.” She appeared at the ensuite door, leaning against the post her arms folded under her amazing breasts.

“So does that mean I could be a bit disappointed with the next guy that… err… looks after me?”

“No!” he said rolling to one side to fully appreciate her amazing body, “it doesn’t work like that, just make sure that he knows what you like and how, and it’ll always be amazing.”

She walked towards him, so pleased with his lecherous look at her.

“Thanks Mark,” she said with a grin, “Can we do that again?”

“Micki honey, I’m not a young boy anymore,” he overacted a sigh, “Give me half an hour and a mug of tea and I’m sure I can help.”

“I’ll go make the tea then,” she said feeling more refreshed than she had expected she would, skipping out of the room and down the stairs. She noticed his kitchen window had a blind that wasn’t down so she crept to it and strung it closed, just so she wouldn’t start any rumours in this part of town, wherever it was. She did feel good, more than she thought she would and filled the kettle, and she had a momentary thought about the hot girl that had danced and stripped in front of the guy that had fucked so wonderfully and whether she might roll the blind back up again, just for badness. But she didn’t of course, the department would have lots to say about that kind of scandal.