The Summer of 1965

 (Brief note, this story isn't quite a true account. It was as they say on TV inspired by true events. In truth we never even kissed, but we did flirt and she always had me ride in the front seat right beside her. Truthfully, I have no idea why she liked me so much - other than I was an easy no downside flirtation and maybe a little fun due to my lack of understanding.)

It was the summer of 1965, the Rolling Stones were amazing the world by flat out stating that they weren’t getting any satisfaction. Yeah, right, but you can be sure I wasn’t even though at 15 “Satisfaction” and “What the World Needs Now” were about the only things I thought much about.

Oh, I had a girlfriend and we took every opportunity to make out. It is amazing we didn’t lose more brain cells from lack of oxygen, but we never did more than incredibly hot and heavy just short of first base petting and that is just going to hurt after a while. We probably would have done more, but we really didn’t know how or what to do next. I mean we *knew* we just didn’t know how to get around all of the social conditioning that had been programmed into us. Good girls etc. So it was 3 or 4 times a week smelling her sexy hairspray, making out on the couch in her house while her folks were upstairs (“Don’t kiss her I’m coming down” her dad would boom out. ) and driving each other completely crazy in the back seat of my best friend’s car.

But what could I do? Day times would find me with friends at the local swimming pool surrounded by developing female bodies, newly exploding breasts, long exposed legs  and if we were really lucky perhaps an occasional peek of hair from the bottom of a swim suit. The real reward was, of course, the long awaited and as far as I could tell, never to happen, breast baring suit top slip from a dive in the pool.

The war in Vietnam was heating up, but no one seemed to notice. We were still in shock from the Kennedy assassination, and still locked in the denial of the Eisenhower years. Life was good even if it was a little dull and mundane.  Summer time was filled with long hot days that drifted quite aimlessly from one to another punctuated only by long hot nights.

I had my chores and did them with as little passion as possible. Getting out of the house for the day was a major goal. I would go hiking in old strip mines, drop into the library or hang out with friends during the days. Nighttime would find me with my friend Larry, his girlfriend and her best friend, my girl by default. Not that I complained, we had fun, but I can’t recall anything we had in common other than our friends.

So it was that I found myself one Monday in July showing up at my friend Jimmy’s house. Jimmy wasn’t my “best friend” as he like me couldn’t drive yet so my “best” friend was Larry who had a car, but Jimmy and I were about equally nerdy and hung out from time to time, besides his mom was cool and never minded our choice in radio stations. It was a hot day, blue skies, fluffy white clouds. It was the kind of day that always shows up in movies. I rang the bell and Mrs. Richter answered the door.

“Oh hi, Mrs. Richter. Is Jimmy home?”

“Hello Pete. No, didn’t he tell you? Of course not or you wouldn’t be here. Silly me. He went to his Grandparents, they left yesterday after mass. And you have walked all the way over here in this hot sun. Won’t you come in and cool off? Let me get you a soda.”

“Gee thank you ma’am, but you don’t need to.”

“Nonsense I would be happy to, after all if my son had taken to courtesy to let his friends know what he was doing, you wouldn’t be here right now, Right?”

What could I do? Hot day, cold drink and Mrs. Richter was always so nice to me. Like the time Jimmy pretended I had been kicked out of the house.  She didn’t even bat an eyelash in offering a place for me in their home. That’s just the kind of really warm lady she was. Kind of good looking too. Jimmy’s mom at 35 was younger than most of the moms in the neighborhood and always dressed like one of those movie stars or singers like Sandra Dee or Connie Francis. She was right, lively, fun and cool.

“Damn” and a crashing noise of glass from the kitchen brought me to the present and scurrying to the kitchen. Mrs. Richter was standing with a broken glass all around her and blood coming from her right hand. There was blood everywhere and a nasty looking cut on her palm .

“Pete! Hand me that towel, over there. Please quickly”

I grabbed the towel and gave it to her. She stepped to the sink and let water flow over the wound then wrapped the towel around it. “Can you get that for me,” She said pointing to the glass on the floor. “I am so sorry. The glass broke in my hand as I was getting it from the cupboard. I am so sorry.”

“No, it should be me. If I weren’t here this wouldn’t have happened.” I said as I knelt down to pick up the glass from the floor. Carefully, we didn’t need any more blood flowing here.

“You are so sweet, really. Here you can put the glass in here. I guess you will have to pour your own now.”

“No problem. Let me help with that. Pressure is supposed to help.” I stood up after pitching the glass in the garbage can. “Here, let me,” I took her hand and after checking to see that there was no glass in the cut, held it between mine and set her down at the kitchen table. I raised her hand up to head level applying pressure over the towel like I had been taught in the Boy Scouts. Sitting like that I was aware of several things: her eyes, brown; her hair, soft curled and brown; her lips, ruby red and full. It was an awareness accompanied by a stirring, a familiar stirring that caused my jeans to be fitting just wrong as I developed a hard on like never before. A hard on fueled by a vision as soft and vulnerable as the scent of her perfume. Oh my God, this is so wrong and yet I did not move.

Well, I must have moved. I was moving my legs trying ever so discreetly to nudge my cock into a more comfortable position. I prayed she wouldn’t notice. She did of course, but she wasn’t cruel. She gave me a chance to take care of my predicament. “I hate to be a bother, but can you get me glass of water? And you can still have that soda if you want it.” I went to the sink carefully adjusted my cock to a more upright position and grabbed two glasses, poured a coke into mine and having fetched some ice cubes from the icebox got her some water. Discreetly, I thought, I untucked my shirt. She noticed that as well.

“I know this is hard for you, taking care of an old lady like me. I really do appreciate it. Here I am home alone and now my hand is messed up and I have to drive to my sister’s in Bethel Park. She has to have her chafing dish back today. I hate to ask,”

“Ask what?” What could I do? I was 15 it wasn’t like I could drive her or anything.

“Oh, it is really too much, you have other things to do.”

“Not really, I was just going to go over to the Dairy Queen with Jimmy and maybe hang out in the park. My mom doesn’t even expect me back before 5.” Five o’clock was like the magic hour in our family. Dad was home by a quarter past and by 6 we were having dinner, but it was just now after noon and I really had no plans. “What do you need?”

“To be honest, I need your hands, or one of them to be precise, but we can’t just leave the rest of you here now can we?” She said laughing, a bright smile that radiating from her eyes. I had seen that look before it was playful, teasing. “This hand is just too sensitive to use and I might need help shifting gears in the car. I can tell you what to do. I am afraid it is just going to hurt if I try. What do you say? Are you up for it?”

Hey why not, I thought, something different and I hadn’t been to Bethel Park in ages. Sounded like fun. “Sure,” I said, “You just lead the way.”

“I’ll be right back just have to phone my sister.” And she walked back to her bedroom giving me a chance to catch my breath. Did she just say “must be hard for you” and “Are you up for it?” Surely she didn’t mean that, or did she? My mind was officially jelly. Hormones were boiling out into every pour and cell of my body. “You might be a boy genius,” I thought, “but you are definitely in over your head right now.”

There wasn’t much time to reflect on that thought as she returned with a roll of Gauze and a sterile gauze pad. “I think it will be fine the bleeding seems to be letting up,” she said, “But we should probably get it dressed for now. Can you help?” she smiled that increasingly familiar yet tantalizing smile. I felt it right down to my crotch.

So there I was standing right up close to my friend’s mom, with half a hard on. What was I getting into? I wrapped the gauze quickly and using some tape attached it at the rear. The wound didn’t seem all that bad, in fact it was barely bleeding. Who was I to turn up a chance to do something, anything on a lazy summer afternoon?

“The chafing dish is right over there. Can you get it and put it in the back seat? You are so sweet.”

“Uhh, no problem.” Sweet? Why did women find it necessary to use words like that?

She stopped for a second, she seemed to be thinking about something. And then, “Oh Pete, do you have a cigarette for a poor invalid?”

“A ciga, what”, “Oh no”, “aah, I, uhh”  Words weren’t coming on that bombshell.

“Oh don’t be silly, I have seen the outline of the cigarette pack in your pants pocket. Oh, don’t worry I am not going to be one of those girls that smokes and tells. It’s just well . . . I could really use one right now and my hands aren’t exactly working well.”

So what could I do? I turned and pulled them from the pocket where I normally carried them. What I hadn’t connected yet was that if she had seen the cigarettes, then  . . . she had been checking me out and  . . . well. Oh shit!

“Winstons! I would have put you for a Marlboro man. Well aren’t you going to light it for me?” She was all ready to go, purse over her arm, cigarette in hand, smiling slyly. I was beginning to get an appreciation for the insight in this woman. She didn’t miss a trick. I lit the cigarette and eyeing her just a bit, said to myself “what the heck” and lit my own and off to the car we went.

I put the dish in the back and started over for the passenger door when she said, “It’s easier this way,” pointing to the driver’s door. She must have read my hesitation for she continued, “You are helping with the shifting, my hand , remember? And beside the passenger door is too close to the wall to open easily.” followed by that smile. So I crawled in and there we were just like girlfriend and boyfriend, except reversed. Actually that was not so new to me as my first girlfriend had her license, but that was a little different, wasn’t it?

“Uhh Ok, Mrs. Richter, whatever you say.”

“Mary,” she said. “My name is Mary and with just the two of us, why don’t you just call me that?”

“Uhh, Ok,  .  .  . Mary!” (Mary was the name of the first girlfriend above, how weird!)

“That’s my . . .guy. Now for this shifting thing. I sort of exaggerated this is after all an automatic, but still the shifter is a little sticky If you can get it in, I’ll take care of the rest.”

Ignoring that one for the moment, I pulled on the shifter. Noted that I needed to be a little closer for a good angle and now our thighs were touching. “Oh God I thought, no boners now” I could smell her. I could feel her warmth. This was going to be a long drive, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, a bad thing or a great thing. Pulling on the shifter I got it in reverse and back down the driveway we went. Back onto the street, quick pull of the lever and off we went. I started to move over, her hand stopped me.

“Stay, it is so nice having you there.” And her right hand gripped my thigh. The blood couldn’t flow fast enough. I thought I was going to faint.“Off we go then” She gave my leg a pat and off we went. It was a bit weird, but with the radio going and wind from the windows whipping away the heat, we talked a bit. It was beginning to feel a bit like a date.

“So, I hear you are interested in space? Do you want to be an astronaut?” she asked.

“Well, I have been taking classes at the Planetarium during the past few summers, but I am not so interested in being an astronaut as perhaps an astrophysicist. I think it would be cool enough to work from earth.”

“Not to mention not so lonely,” she added.

“Exactly, but to be honest the whole idea of a society in space . . .” She had me on my little pet project and to her credit continued to urge me on with head nods and much to my delight an occasional squeeze from a hand that seemed ever closer  as we drove. I lit another cigarette for her, and one for myself. At some point my hand and hers caught up to one another. We touched. I gave a start when I realized what I was doing.

“That’s OK it feels nice. Your hands are so large and strong, very  . . .  sss-attractive.” “

Sexy, she was going to call my hands sexy. Oh My God!” I thought.

“They are nice, really” and with that she put my hand down in her lap as she needed both hands for a turn. She may not have known it but that hand was just then closer to heaven than it had ever been before.

Neither of us spoke for a while we just sailed along listening to the radio. All I could do was feel the texture of her cotton sun dress and imagine. Finally I pulled away, put my hand over hers, looked at her and smiled. This was going to be a long day.

Soon enough we pulled up at her sister’s and I discreetly slid over to a mouthed, “Thank you,“ accompanied by a wink. We got out of the car using separate doors.  I ran around and got the dish as Mary walked up to her sister.

“Hey, what’s up? And just who is that?”

“Oh you know me. Can’t resist helping out on summer day. So I brought you your chafing dish.”

“Chaffing dish?”

With that Mary moved carefully slipping in front of her sister so I couldn’t see – or hear too well. All I could hear was something about cradles and Mary’s response of  “Oh he’s quite big enough” which was followed by the sister leaning around and giving me the once over and it wasn’t my eyes see was looking at.

“You’re sure . . .?”

“Sure enough. Bye, Love you, I will call later.”

“OK, you be careful”

“And if I can’t” Mary added laughing. We got in the car. I tried working the lever from the passenger side. No use. So I slid over a bit and steadied myself with one hand on the back of the seat. The lever moved into reverse and I ended up with my arm around her shoulder. Her sister from the yard made a gotcha move with her hand. Mary responded by pulling my leg even closer.  As she backed up her face was inches from mine. Once out the driveway she brushed her lips against my ear and whispered, “Thank you.”

“For?”

“When a woman says thank you, never ask. It can’t be bad. Just smile and say ‘You’re welcome.’”

“You’re welcome.”

“Splendid, let’s get some ice cream.”

As we drove along she said, “This is turning out to be a lovely day. I am so glad you came over. Of course, this” holding her hand up “isn’t exactly lovely, but the day itself has turned out quite nice”

“Well it isn’t as hot as it could be,” I added.

“It is hot enough, but there is something nice in the air,” she replied.

“I did promise an ice cream” she said. Just on the edge of South Park was an Isaly’s Ice Cream store. We stopped, I got out the passenger side. We walked close, but not touching to the store. “Two vanilla cones, single scoop.”

She paid and we took a booth in the back she on one side, I on the other. “I really love these cones.”

“It is good ice cream” I added, but that isn’t what she meant.

“Yes, that is true, but what I really like is this.” Looking each way to see if anyone was paying attention and winking at me at the same time, Mary stuck out her tongue, ran it up the side of the cone. (I should mention that Isaly’s cones were shaped not into balls like most, but into cone shapes, skyscraper cones they were called.) She licked it up one side, came back down swirled her tongue around the base and came up moving the tongue from side to side. She then opened her lips and covered the cone and drew back from the base pulling the melting ice cream as she went.  I sat mesmerized. 

 “Like that?”

Ice cream would never be the same. We finished out cones, left the store, got in the car.

We had turned into South Park, a large park area in the South Hills of Pittsburgh.  Since it was a weekday it was fairly empty, Mary pulled into a shady spot and stopped the car. I popped the car into park. This was familiar territory, a boy a girl alone, I had done this before. I turned expecting to see her turned my way. For once I was right. I looked into her eyes. She had her eyelids partly closed. Our lips met. Our tongues became entangled and we became lost in a fog. My hand went along her waist I brought it up, she moved just a little and I was suddenly aware of the warm heaviness of her breast. I could feel the seams of her bra.  

She must have felt my hesitation. “Feel good? It’s all right we wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want that. Don’t be so shocked, women have needs to” and she kissed me again. The next thing I knew her hands were exploring new territory as her fingers  brushed the outline of my cock. She pressed with the palm of her left hand. I moaned.

Meanwhile my hands had found her backside and were gently kneading at her cheeks. With just the cotton of her dress and underpants, this was smoother, and felt so much better in my hands. As we twisted around her dress rose and I was now holding her thigh just below her buttocks my fingers reached higher and pushed the fabric up. My hand slid beneath the cotton. She was warm.  I brushed against the front of her panties.

“Oh yes, press there, now rub, small little circles, yes now just a bit faster. Ohh, yeah!”

“Let’s get you more comfortable,” she said as she undid my belt and popped the buttons on my Levis. Those fingers seemed to be working fine now as she pulled on my jeans. This was uncharted water, I had no idea what to expect, but my cock wasn’t arguing. It jumped loose as she pulled at my briefs, I raised my butt. “Just relax,” she whispered in my ear as she wrapped her hand along my cock and gave it a tug.  Her fingers slid over the head, sliding across the wetness of pre cum that had been building all day. 

“In for a dime, in for a dollar” she said. What did that mean I wondered as her head sank down and her lips engulfed me. It was my first time. I flinched. My whole being seemed to be inside her mouth. Her tongue was my mistress. 

“Just relax.”

“Yeah right,” I thought but found my hands playing in the soft curls of her hair enjoying the gentle bobbing of her head. It didn’t last long. 

“I, Uhh, Uhh, I” I wasn’t really sure what was happening. “I Uhh. Ooooh. Oooh.” I slid back on the seat, every muscle in my body had simultaneously contracted and relaxed. It felt like a strobe light had gone off in my dick. I was wiped out. My balls ached. Mary just looked up at me and said “Umm nice?“

“Nice? Nice doesn’t even start .  .  . “she put her finger to my lips, kissed the head of my softening dick and said, “Let’s take a little walk.”

I rearranged my clothing. We got out of the car. Mary put her purse in the trunk and grabbed a blanket, tossed me the blanket and keys and said, “Let’s go!”  Grabbing my hand she led the way up a little hill, through a few trees to an opening and a grassy field. I spread out the blanket and we sat down.

“There are so many things I should tell you. So many things. Some people might say I shouldn’t be saying them at all, but you need to know that I didn’t plan for this day to happen and yet I am so incredibly happy at the same time. “We were stretched out on the blanket lying on our sides looking at each other. “Your first blowjob.” She smiled, I froze, turned three shades of red. “Shh. It’s kind of sweet. I could tell. You were so surprised by the whole thing and a guy as nice as you would have warned me, if you knew what was going to happen. Oh it’s OK. Really! I enjoyed doing it. In fact you should know that in sex giving and receiving should always be fun. If they aren’t, don’t do it.”

She put her hand on mine. “I really didn’t mean for this even though everything that has happened to me in the last year and a half has prepared for it.” She paused, her eyes were sadder now glistening with the start of a tear and yet she looked determined to go on. “I doubt that you know it, but Jimmy’s dad is,” I looked at her questions in my eyes.

“You don’t have to.”

 “No. I can do this.  Jimmy’s dad was in an accident a year ago in March. He didn’t tell you did he? Well I can understand that.  We don’t talk about it much. Anyway John, Jimmy’s father was in an accident and has been, Do you know what a coma is?” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head slightly. “A coma is like a deep sleep. He can breathe but has to be fed with a tube. He is alive and yet he might as well be dead. It would be better for all of us.” 

That was it she started sobbing and the tears came. At first I just lay there and let her. I was holding her hand and kept help of it giving it a squeeze now and then. Eventually she started to calm a little, I pulled her to me, I held her tight. I stroked her hair. I whispered, “It’s OK, It’s OK.” She turned and looked at me. I kissed the tears from her eyes. She looked up. We kissed softly. I held her for a while.

“It hasn’t been the best as you might imagine. Our finances have suffered, the insurance has been better than I expected, but the loneliness has been crushing.  The doctors have been quite honest there is no real hope and yet everyone tells me to have faith and believe. The Church has been as much a source of anger for me as a source of comfort. On one hand the hope of salvation and blessing and on the other, judgment and shame. I inquired about the feeding tubes. “They must stay in or he will die. I don’t want that. Who would? And yet, I am a widow in every sense except a widow after a year and a half can date and move beyond.”

“So that brings us to today. Jimmy left with his grandparents, John’s parents, yesterday. I thought the break would do me good. I was wrong, last night was too long, alone is not my style. So this morning when you showed up, smiling unaware, with those sparkling green eyes, so, so fresh. Well you must believe me, you were like a gift to me right then. So tall, good looking.” She smiled, kissed me softly and continued, “Then I broke the glass. I want you to know it wasn’t planned, it hurt, but you were so tender. The way you looked at me, asking if I was all right. Something stirred where nothing has been stirring for a long time. I told a little lie about my sister she didn’t really expect the dish. Will you forgive me?”

Forgive her? Forgive the woman who had just taken me on the ride of my life, who had altered my whole perception of the world, who had given me my first life shattering blowjob. “There is nothing to forgive, You are an angel.”

“Father Murphy might not agree with that, but then he hasn’t agreed with much of what I have wanted lately. The Church in the form of one Father Murphy has made it clear that I should be a celibate as a nun or risk eternal damnation. I’m not cut out to be a nun. I enjoy the company of a good looking and loving man.” With that she kissed me again. I offered no protest.

It must have been about three o’clock by then. We knew that we needed to be on our way. I got the blanket and hand in hand we walked back to the car. Quietly we got in. This time there was no hesitation I put my arm around her, watched as she started the car, then slid the lever into drive and off we went.

We didn’t go to her place directly. We stopped at a small park near my house. It was getting late and I needed to be home.

“Come over tomorrow? 10 o’clock? Come to the back door, it will be open. I’m going to miss you. Now scoot. Oh, and dress just like today-no after shave, nothing fancy don’t shower if you wouldn’t normally. Dress like you are going for a hike in the woods or something. Please.”

She kissed me and pushed me out the door. “Oh and one more thing, think of me, I’ll be thinking of you.” 

I had to work at pulling myself together. Mom was going to do her normal what did you do today and I had to at least make it sound right. Worse, I was supposed to go out tonight and I really didn’t feel like embracing teenage insecurity after this afternoon with a real woman. I would deal with it. I would have to.

I reached the house and went in through the garage, calling up from the basement. “Hey Mom I’m home.”

“It’s about time I was getting worried. Your father will be home any time now, go wash up.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

Dinner was not as much trouble as I had expected. I really didn’t want to eat, but I got through and then.

“Your father and I are going out this evening,” mom said to me. Dad hardly ever said much at the table, when he did it was either a bad joke poorly told or something sure to set me off. Tonight we would be spared. ”I need you to stay home with the girls,” (my sisters age 9 and 13).

“Oh mom, Jenny and I were going out to play miniature golf with Larry and Kathy.”

“I am sorry, but you will have to cancel. I don’t remember you asking if you could do that  anyway.”

“Uhh well, OK I’ll call Jenny. She isn’t going to be happy.” But I was.

“Jenny, Pete, look my folks have pulled a fast one on me, I am stuck babysitting the sisters tonight.”

“No, I don’t know about tomorrow either. Let’s talk on Wednesday.”

“Hey, it wasn’t my idea. Fine. Sure, be that way.” She wasn’t happy and my little summer romance was pretty well done. It didn’t take but 10 minutes for the phone call from Larry. And he, too, was mad.

“Look you asshole, Kathy is mad at me ‘cause you screwed up with her best friend. I’m never going to get any now.”

“That’s your problem man. I have enough going on. Jesus, it’s not like I planned this. Lay off.”

I hung up the phone. Life had gotten much better, there must be a God.

The night went by pretty well, Mom and Dad were out at some John Birch Society meeting or another, the girls wanted to watch TV and that left me alone. I went upstairs to my room, slipped out on the roof of the porch and had a smoke. Wow. What a day. My brain, finally able to take back control from my other “thinking part,” was creating romantic scenarios faster than I could keep up with them. I fancied myself in love, and worked through a hundred ways that this was going to work out.

Sleep was not going to be easy. For one thing all of those romantic scenarios were ending with wild sex. Not that I had an idea of what wild or even tame sex really felt like, but the promise of sex was enough to fuel a lot of speculation and arousal.

The next day came none too soon. I had tossed and turned all night. The fact that it didn’t cool off didn’t help. My windows were open to catch the breeze but there really wasn’t much of one and the only thing that the open windows really accomplished was to let too much sun in in the morning when I finally was getting some sleep. Now I had to cool it in my room quietly for about two hours. If I went downstairs now, mom would know something was up. I never got up in the morning winter or summer without a lot of threats and two or three, “If you want breakfast you will get down here now.”

“Pete, if you want any breakfast you’ll come down now. I have to leave with the girls in 10 minutes.”

Ten minutes? Oh yes! Mom and the girls had a shopping trip downtown all planned and I wasn’t invited.

“Coming.” I yelled and hurried to get ready, Levi’s, short sleeved shirt, sneakers. All set. Though why Mary wanted me to dress like this I couldn’t figure out.

“Now there are fixings in the icebox for sandwiches for lunch. We’ll be home by 5:00. Stay out of trouble.”

“I will mom.  I’ll go over to the library for a while and probably see Larry – he wasn’t very happy about last night.”

With that they left. I looked at the clock. 9:30. Thirty minutes to go. An eternity by any teenagers’s standards and for one dreaming of a steamy romantic encounter even longer. I watched them pull out of the driveway and ran around to the back of the house for a quick smoke. Five minutes later I was back in the house, pacing.

Eventually the clock got to 9:50. If I was going to get there right at 10, I could leave now. YES!

From the clear skies and already warm temperature, it was going to be another hot one. In more ways than one I thought. 

Mary’s house was a split level on a quiet side street. Not too many big trees since the development was only a few years old, so lots of sun and nowhere to hide from neighbors eyes. The part of me that was scared silly lost out to the part that didn’t want to be discovered. There was a fence, I pushed through and went to the back door. At this point I was shaking. Despite the events of yesterday, I really couldn’t believe I was doing this. Couldn’t believe I was actually coming over here to make out with my friend’s mom. Make out, no I didn’t think that was what she had in mind. Overcoming the urge to run and I knocked on the door as I opened it. “Mrs. Ri, err, Mary?” 

“Come in, close the door I’ll be right there.”

I looked around. Saw where just yesterday I had picked up the glass, the table where we sat. How many times had I been here and yet it was the first time.

“Hey there handsome. Kiss?” She had come out of the hall barefoot in a blue silky robe. Short mid thigh. She leaned up gave me a quick kiss and said, “I’ll be right back. Make yourself at home.”

Make myself at home? That wasn’t happening, but between the lingering scent of Shalimar and the sight of swaying hips disappearing back down the hall, I sat at the kitchen table before I fell down.

She returned, coming up behind me and putting her arms around me whispered, “I am so glad you are here. You are going to have to trust me for a minute, OK?”

“Uhh, Yeah.” I had basically put my life in her hands yesterday and wasn’t interested in getting it back anytime soon.

“OK, I want you to go down the hall into the bathroom and take a shower. Keep the door open, no locks, please?” 

At 15 this sounded was bizarre. Why? What? But if the lady wanted that after telling me not to clean up first she had her reasons. I went down the hall, took off my clothes and looked in the mirror. I don’t think my prick every looked so red, so hard. It was so hard it hurt. I turned on the shower and got in.

“You in there?” She said and stepped in behind me-OH MY GOD! She was naked. Her breasts pressed against my back as she reached around and held my chest tight, her hands upturned toward my face. “Easy lover, this is going to feel great.” She grabbed the soap and a washcloth and proceeded to wash me from head to toe and in between. The washcloth was rough but I wasn’t going to complain. “OK Turn around and don’t laugh at the bonnet, I want my hair to stay dry for you,” and she slid down to her knees and took me into her mouth quickly but briefly. “More later, your turn.”  

Where to begin? “Take the washcloth, a little soap, now right here” she guided my hands over her breasts. Over her nipples. I had never seen anything like them not even in the Playboy Magazines that my friends stole from their fathers. That was paper, this was real. Her breasts were simply amazing. They hung a little lower than the girls in the magazines but they were bouncy. I never expected bouncy! On down my hand went. I am not sure how to describe the experience. I had nothing to compare it to. My hand reached the place where her legs joined. There was a patch of hair where they joined that my hand easily covered. “Rub right there. Gently, that’s it. Easy. I’m sensitive down there just like you. Be gentle, touch lightly. Nice and easy. Now are you ready for more? Lean over and kiss my breast. Cup it in your hand. That’s it. Now lick across my nipple, Kiss it, suck it lightly, more tongue, oh yes. Oh Yes. Now easy, slowly get down and look at my pussy, Yes, on your knees. Look right at it. She doesn’t bite. She is made for joy, for love. That’s it run your fingers between my legs, now forward.” 

I could feel the slickness of her and knew that it wasn’t just the water. She put her hand on the back of my head lightly and said, “Now, kiss it. Kiss right where the fold starts. Now put out your tongue and run it back and bring it forward. Oh yes. Remember that sugar. It is your first taste of pussy and it won’t be your last. Now let’s get dry.”

Mary put her towel around my back and I followed her lead. Our bodies were tightly held together. We kissed. I cupped her breast. “Brush it with your thumb,” she urged. I brushed her nipple lightly and was amazed as it popped out. The towels went to work on our backsides, She wiped hers across my ass cheeks, It was so strange to feel the cloth sliding between my buttocks. Towels to chest and a chance to see how bouncy those breast were. “Suck on one, Yes, just like that. Oh, that is so nice, you are a natural.”

“And you are so beautiful. I never thought I would ever see anything like you.”

“Now, now” but it was true and my eyes showed just how much I was in awe of her beauty. She wasn’t real tall, maybe 5’5” and not super thin just a little round and ripe, but by the standards of the 60’s she was a goddess. I said as much and it was her turn to blush.

She ran the towel around my dick and over my balls careful not to rub too hard. “Is it always this hard?” Embarrassed, I had to admit, “When I think of you.”

“That’s sweet, keep thinking of me then.”

Once dry she took my hand and led me out the door and into the master bedroom. I froze at the door. The shades had been pulled tight and candles burned everywhere. The scent of her perfume permeated the air, heavy, sexy, intoxicating. She led me to the bed and said, “Just lie back for a minute. There is so much to discover. It may be a little overwhelming. We’ll go slowly.”

We lay down together and she proceeded to give me a tour. “Touch right here, feel the moisture. It means I am ready for you. Always feel for the moisture. If it isn’t there go back and kiss those breasts, whisper in her ear. Rub gently right there on the mound. Slip your finger across the folds. Like that, yes. I want you to smell the arousal, This is the scent of a woman. It is the finest perfume in the world, and you help to bring it out.” 

She held my fingers to my nose, “Inhale.”

“Now watch,” and with that she leaned around and kissed me on the head of my cock, coating it in saliva and licking it broadly just like she did the ice cream cone. I let out a moan. “Keep rubbing me with your hands. If it feels good touch it. Her breasts were at my stomach level, not easy to reach. I looked up and saw her legs, slightly apart. Her pussy was right in front of me. I took a closer view. The smell of her filled my existence. I ran my fingers over her sex. I rubbed where she had shown me.

Mary squirmed and moaned. Her legs quickly framed  my head and I tasted her as she slowly and lightly ground herself onto me. My mouth was full of her rich tangy oils. She gyrated slowly rubbing the mound across my mouth. Meanwhile she was tugging slowly at my cock and bobbing up and then stopping, teasing me, not on the attack like yesterday. 

“Not so fast, today we make it nice and slow. Run your tongue along the slit, find the entrance, lick deep, suck on me like a peach. Oh yes. Now be still, lie still,” She tossed her legs off of my neck and sat up grabbing something from the nightstand. A small packet. A rubber. “As much as I would love to feel you fully within me, it wouldn’t do to have an accident,” and she carefully slid the condom over my cock. I came immediately. Mary giggled. “Oops, we will have to try that again.”

“I am so sorry, that just . . .  happened.”

“Shh, no problem, all for the best, you’ll last longer now.”

She got up and grabbed a warm wet cloth from the bath and washed me off. The heat of the water refueled the fire and between the warm cloth and her gentle lips I was ready for more and by more I was thinking of what was between those legs. My head was swimming, and I needed more. Mary was quite happy to oblige. As I licked she would push back and we soon had a rhythm. Her breath got short and suddenly It seemed like she was going to sneeze her breathing was short and hard, “Hhhh, hhhh, hhhh.” She started to shake in time with the breathing and her legs wrapped around my head holding it in place. “Ahhhh!” she sighed, “ahhhh!”

“Are you all right?”

“Oh much more than that.”

“But whaa?”

“That was an orgasm, and a very nice one, thank you. You just did for me, what I did for you yesterday.”

Now that I could identify with. “I didn’t know.”

“How would you. You probably think that women don’t even enjoy sex. That is what you have been told isn’t it?” I made to answer, but she cut me off, “Well it just isn’t true. Like I said yesterday it should always be good for both and that was definitely good.”

Her fingers cupped my balls. She ran one hand up the shaft and gave the head a sloppy wet kiss. “Let’s see how Mr. Mister is doing now.” And she unwrapped another condom as I lay back. She put one hand on my chest, holding me down. “Now this time I do it all, OK you just hang on. Well, maybe hang on to these.” She said giving her breasts a little squeeze. “Let me.” And she held my clock brushed it against her pussy, I could feel the moisture. “Now, relax” and she lowered herself around my dick, I could feel the pressure, the tickly roughness of her hair and then the slick warmth. She stopped. Her pelvis began rocking. My eyes were glued to her belly and to the slowly moving spot where we were joined.  

”Up here lover, look at me.” I looked at her big brown eyes and she looked back. “This is for you babe, it is all for you.” Slowly she raised the tempo, pulling up a little and then settling back down every so often. I felt a tightening, that feeling like I had to release. She sensed it. “Try to relax.” She stopped moving for a moment, the feeling passed. “Next time we just go for it, OK? You can work it back. Try it.” 

I began to rock my hips up and down, she ground against me in little circles. The feeling started up again. She started moving faster. I did too, exploding once more this time while looking right into the eyes of an angel.

Mary let herself down against me. Kissed my forehead, my eyes and finally my lips. “Now just hold me” she whispered as she carefully lifted up and I fell out. “Can’t leave that in there, even with the condom, it is too dangerous.” And she held me tight, our legs intertwined..

“My God it has been so long” she was almost crying “Why, oh why? “ I held her until she was cried out.

We made love twice more that day. She even let me be on top missionary style, but looking up at her angelic face framed with short brown curls, will always be a memory to savor. Before I left we had our version of The Talk.

“You know this can’t happen ever again?”

“Why not? I love you.”

“That is so sweet, but part of the problem. You don’t really love me, you are wildly infatuated and to be honest I feel the same for you, but it isn’t love and it cannot last.” Her eyes were filling with tears. Somehow I knew despite my feelings that she was right. She was 35, I was 15. She was my friend’s mother!

” Oh shit”, I thought of him for the first time in over a day. What was I going to do? “Oh Shit!” I repeated.

“There is something else you should know. I should have just said it from the beginning. This would have never happened and we would – no it happened and it was wonderful, I needed you, and you, well you are a different young man. One who made me feel like a woman again.” Mary smiled from behind those sad eyes.

“When I said we were OK financially it was more the hospital bills. The insurance will pay for that, but only so much for me. I had to sell the house, and I am moving to Cleveland. I’ll be living for a while with my parents until I can get a job and find a place for Jimmy and me. It is for the best, I need a new beginning, a job, and a way to get away from the bad memories. . . I know, I will be leaving some good ones too. You have been a special and tender lover and will make my memories sweet.”

“When?” I knew the answer even before she said it.

“This week, Friday. That is why I was so vulnerable yesterday. It’s not an excuse, it just is. I was suddenly so alone and you came into my life and believe me you leave me a happier and fuller woman. I will always treasure this time together.”

“NO!” but I knew better. I knew it couldn’t work and knew that this was the only future we ever had. The truth was a hot, blinding light. It consumed my soul and my empty heart ached.  Walking home all that I could hear was Brenda Lee singing “All Alone Am I."