When we woke, early that morning, the sun’s first rays were peeking through the pines.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Mom said from beside me.
“It’s too early,” I moaned.
“I know it is, honey, but I don’t want Erin to come back to the cabin and see us… together.”
“Thank you for last night,” she said, quietly disentangling herself from the sheets.
I smiled. “Thank you too.”
She stood and reached down to pull me out of bed. I extended my hand and felt the warmth of her grasp. When I stood beside her, she looked up at me seriously.
“Thank you for your promise, Paul.”
I nodded and smiled sadly.
She stood on tiptoe and gave me a quick, and chaste, kiss on the cheek.
“Now… do you know what you want for breakfast?” she asked cheerfully.
“Another couple hours of sleep?” I asked, yawning.
She frowned at me playfully.
I grinned at her, “Pancakes?”
“Pancakes it is!”
“I’m gonna take a shower first,” I said.
“With no hot water?”
“You’d be surprised how fast you get used to it,” I replied glibly.
“Okay. Breakfast’ll be ready in about fifteen minutes.”
She opened the cabin door and pushed open the screen door. I watched for a while as she walked down the hill, then turned to take a shower. The water was cold, and shocking, and just what I really needed. It cleared my head quickly. I lathered and rinsed hastily, not wanting to spend too much time under the cold spray.
I dried off, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and headed down to the clubhouse.
The damage from the storm wasn’t as bad as the one from two weeks before. There were the usual pine needles and small branches, but nothing larger than my index finger. While it had rained just as hard, there hadn’t been high winds.
The day was shaping up to be a beautiful one, not a cloud in the sky and cooler after the storm. After our early breakfast, I shot a couple of games of pool by myself. Mom had gone up to the cabin to get her toiletries and when she came back, I enjoyed watching her lather herself up in the open shower area opposite the game tables.
After a couple of games, Gina and her mom came in. Gina saw me and came over to talk and I stopped playing.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey yourself,” I said with a smile.
She grinned bashfully.
“I really had a lot of fun yesterday.”
Her shy grin threatened to melt me. I wanted to tell her that I wanted to do it again. Immediately. In my mind, I relived the hug she’d given me yesterday, enjoying every nuance of the memory.
“What?” she asked, seeing my expression change.
It was my turn to grin bashfully. “Nothing.”
“You wanna play?” I asked, indicating the table.
“Gina?” her mom called from across the clubhouse.
She pouted, beautifully, and shrugged. “Yeah, I do want to play, but I can’t. I gotta go grocery shopping with my mom.”
Opening my mouth to speak, I froze. She looked at me expectantly, and I shut it again with a grin, blushing. “Have fun.”
She nodded, resigned. Then her face brightened. “See you when I get back?”
I smiled quickly, bobbing my head enthusiastically.
She grinned again and turned toward her expectant mother, tossing her hair and waving over her shoulder.
I returned to my game, mostly. I might have been hitting the cue ball, but the entire time I was watching Gina. She was so beautiful that my heart ached. I kept thinking about what Mom had told me. Thinking and hoping. Hoping and thinking.
I hung around the clubhouse a while after Gina and her mom left, and eventually decided to head down to the lake. Manfred and Jenny were nowhere to be found, so I decided I’d see what kind of fun I could find by myself.
I was walking down the hill when I met Susan coming the other way.
“Morning,” she said brightly.
“Hi. Sorry I never made it back yesterday.”
“It’s no problem. How’d your mom take the news?”
“She wasn’t real happy,” I said, “but there wasn’t much she could do about it. So I guess we’ll see Dad on Tuesday. Are you looking for Mom?”
She shook her head. “I was actually looking for you.”
“Mmm hmm. I wanted to see if you’d help me clean up the courtyard. You interested?”
“You mean clean up the courtyard as in sweep up and generally straighten things up? Or clean up the courtyard as in…,” I asked, making a vague gesture with my hands, “something else?”
She grinned mischievously. “Maybe a little of both?”
“That’s cool and all,” I said, “and I’m happy to help clean things up. But can we maybe talk instead?”
“Are you okay?” she asked, concern coloring her voice.
“Yeah, I think so,” I said. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind, and you’re the only person I can talk to about most of it.”
She put her arm through mine and turned me toward her house. We walked the entire way there in silence. I guess she had decided to let me start where I wanted to. When we got to her house, I noticed idly that the courtyard did indeed need a good picking-up. But we went straight into the house. The cool of the air conditioning was subdued because the air temperature outside was lower than usual, but it still felt good to get in out of the humidity.
“You want something to drink?” she asked.
I shook my head.
“C’mon back?” She indicated the back of the house.
I nodded and followed her to her bedroom. She left the door open but gestured for me to have a seat. I sat on the edge of the bed while she crawled up to sit cross-legged on one side. She did keep her bikini bottoms on, I noticed, which gave me the feeling that she was taking me seriously.
I absent-mindedly scooted up the bed and lay down next to her. I was already thinking about how to begin. As I lay back, I tried to compose my thoughts.
“I’m sorry about not coming back yesterday. I wanted to, but…” I knew I was stalling. But it seemed a good enough place to start.
“I understand,” she said gently.
“After I told Mom about Dad, she fixed me lunch. And then Gina found me, and she and I, and Manfred and Jenny, went hiking. And then when we got back it was dinnertime, and then, well…”
“I wondered what had happened to you, but I figured you’d get back here when you could.”
I nodded and then lapsed into a contemplative silence. And then, almost suddenly, I said, “Mom and I had sex last night.” Out of the corner of my eye I could see the surprise on her face. “Erin was staying with the Jordans, and… well… it just sorta happened.”
I told her about everything. She listened quietly, just letting me get my story out. She didn’t interrupt or fidget or ask questions. Lying there in Susan’s bed, telling her about the events of the night before was sort of a catharsis for me. A way for me to come to terms with the changes in my life that had occurred so rapidly. After I finished telling her, we both sat there in silence for several minutes. She knew I’d speak when I was ready.
“I think she’s right,” I said quietly.
“About the two of us not having sex.” Susan knew I was talking about Mom, not her.
“Why do you think she’s right?”
“I can’t explain it really. I saw the look in her eyes. I heard her voice. I knew.” I looked at Susan, trying to will her to understand.
“A lot of people say doing this or that is wrong, but they can’t tell you why it’s wrong. You know?”
She nodded again.
“I guess there are some things that aren’t really wrong in general, but they’re wrong for the people involved. Does that make sense?” I asked.
“I know she enjoyed last night, but I also know that she couldn’t have sex with me. I don’t know how I know that, but I just do,” I said softly. “I mean, she told me she couldn’t, but I know it now. I mean really know it. You know?” I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts. “Am I making any sense at all?!” I asked, looking at her pleadingly.
When I looked up at Susan, I saw that she had tears in her eyes. I didn’t understand why, but I smiled up at her and put my palm against her cheek. She closed her eyes, squeezing a single tear out of each one, and put her own hand over mine.
“Sometimes I forget how young you are,” she said in a voice thick with emotion. Then she opened her eyes and wiped her face, sniffling.
“And I think I know what you meant when you were trying to tell me,” I continued, “about the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.” I was silent for a moment, thinking about it. “I love Mom, and I love you, but I don’t think I’m in love,” I said. “I thought I was, but now I’m not so sure.”
Susan smiled at me again and put her hand on my shoulder. Neither of us moved or spoke for several minutes. My thoughts were a chaotic mess. I was trying to sort out my feelings for Mom and Susan, not to mention Gina, or Stacy.
“Why do you think Stacy likes me so much?” I suddenly blurted out, thinking about the young woman.
“What makes you ask that?” Susan asked, blinking at the apparent non sequitur.
“I dunno. She really does like me, I think. She said that I make her feel safe.”
“Probably because you’re not a man,” Susan said.
I frowned. “Huh?”
“All the men in her life have been complete shits. She’s been beaten down, but she’s come out the other side pretty strong.”
“And I think she reached a time in her life when she needed a man, but she was afraid of getting hurt. So you’re perfect for her.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Well… It’s probably a lot more complicated than this, but basically you’re nice to her, you don’t treat her badly, and you’ve got the right equipment.”
I blinked at her, still confused.
“You remember when she said she thought she hated men?”
“But she realized that she didn’t really?”
I nodded again.
“I think she wanted the man, wanted the sex, but didn’t want the kind of man she’d had in her life. So you’re not yet a man, an adult man,” she hastily corrected, “but you can give her what she needs right now. And she doesn’t feel threatened.”
“So she’s afraid of men, but she’s not afraid of me?”
“Basically, yes. I think.”
“But I’m a man too. Or I’m close enough,” I said with a touch of indignation.
“Yes, you are,” she said, smiling at me. “But you’re not the kind of man that she knew before. You’re not like Randy, or her father.”
“So she just likes the sex?” I asked.
“You tell me!”
She was teasing me with her eyes and I blushed furiously.
“No, I think it’s more than that. But I don’t know if she realizes it yet,” Susan said. “I think you’re showing her that there are caring and thoughtful men out there in the world. That’s important to her, whether she realizes it or not.”
I blushed again.
Susan grinned at me wryly. “Didn’t realize that screwing her brains out was actually important, did you?!”
I think I blushed two or three shades deeper.
“And speaking of screwing someone’s brains out,” she said, lifting her hips to slide her bikini bottoms off. “If you’re done talking, I think I need to have a certain helpful young man screw my brains out.”
“As a matter of fact, I wasn’t done talking yet, thank you very much,” I said with as much feigned tartness as I could.
She saw that I was teasing and stuck out her tongue at me. And I was teasing, mostly. I’d wanted to talk to her about Gina, but I decided that that conversation could wait until later.
Susan quickly moved around toward my legs, leaned forward, and wrapped her warm lips around my still-flaccid penis. She could easily fit the whole thing in her mouth, and did so quickly. As her tongue danced over my sensitive dick, however, I quickly became aroused. In seconds, I was completely hard and she was teasing me with her mouth.
I raised my head and looked down at her. Her lips forming an “O” around the head of my penis, she locked eyes with me and winked. She was in a teasing mood, and I suddenly wasn’t.
I waited for her to take me completely in her mouth, but she didn’t. She kept circling my glans with her tongue. I jerked my hips up at her, trying to get her to swallow more of my erection. I looked down my torso at her and she winked at me again.
Sitting up quickly, I grasped her shoulders. I unceremoniously pulled her up the bed and rolled her onto her back. The whole time, she was grinning at me. I don’t know why my mood had suddenly shifted, but all I wanted to do now was to fuck her. And when all she wanted to do was tease me, I guess I kind of snapped.
“You know what happens when you tease me?” I asked, lifting her ankle and kneeling between her spread legs.
“Tease you?” she asked, batting her eyelashes as innocently as she could.
“Yes. Tease me,” I said, grasping the base of my penis and aiming it at her pussy.
“Was I teasing you?”
I growled and rammed my erection into her. Her eyes flew wide and her mouth opened in surprise. I withdrew and quickly slammed into her again. As she stared at me, still in shock, I began slamming into her.
Susan closed her eyes and bit her lip, my sustained thrusts jarring her against the pillows behind her head. Without slowing my pace, I grabbed her ankles and raised them over my shoulders, spreading her wider and tilting her hips up to meet my thrusts.
She was now moaning each time I penetrated her. I kept ramming myself into her as I pushed her legs back further, folding her almost in half. Holding them with my arms, I leaned forward and continued pounding into her, burying my dick all the way to the root with each stroke.
Her face was a mask of pleasure as I pounded my cock into her, hell-bent on coming within the depths of her pussy. Her moaning was almost constant, punctuated only as I slammed into her and knocked the breath from her lungs. Finally, I felt my imminent release and thrust into her one final time. With a moan of my own, I came. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as spurt after spurt of my semen filled her.
We lay like that, her bent nearly double beneath me, for a few minutes, simply panting from the intensity of our coupling. Finally, I lifted first one arm and then the other, letting her straighten her legs somewhat. I was still fairly hard, and still buried inside her.
“Wow,” she said.
“Yeah.” I swallowed hard. “Sorry. I don’t know where that came from,” I said sheepishly.
“Mmmmm. I don’t care where it came from. I enjoyed it.” With that, she clamped her legs around my hips, holding me against her. “I love feeling you inside me,” she said with a languid smile.
As if my energy had drained out of me through my penis, I suddenly felt my arms go rubbery. I quickly pulled my knees up to get a better base and virtually collapsed on top of her. I felt her nipples poke my chest as I slid my forearms under her shoulders and supported myself on my knees and elbows. Susan wrapped her arms around me and I dropped my head into the hollow of her neck, still breathing heavily.
We stayed like that for many minutes, simply enjoying the contact between our bodies.
Eventually, Susan broke the spell.
“I love the way you stay so hard inside me,” she said.
I lifted my head and gazed down into her eyes. “You do?”
She smiled and nodded.
“Then you should definitely like this,” I said, and began rocking my hips back and forth.
Because of the position we were in, I couldn’t get much travel. And because of the angle, I couldn’t get very deep. But what I could do seemed to excite her. Susan closed her eyes again and breathed deeply through her nose, her lips closed tightly with pleasure.
My cock quickly returned to full hardness as I gently thrust within her, a marked contrast compared to the pounding I’d only recently administered. She clutched me tightly and began thrusting her hips up to meet my strokes. I heard her ragged breathing in my ear as her pleasure built toward its climax.
I felt her pussy begin to contract around my cock, and I began thrusting against her clenching muscles as hard as I could. With an explosive moan, she tightened her legs around my hips and thrust against me one final time. Her pussy clenched around my shaft and sent me over the edge. Though it was less intense than my earlier orgasm, I closed my eyes tightly and rode the waves of pleasure flowing from my penis.
Susan’s pussy spasmed again, seeming to milk my penis and then she relaxed, breathing heavily. My erection, having done its pleasurable duty twice, finally began to shrink.
I pushed myself up on my arms, pulled my knees forward, then sat back on my haunches. I looked down to where our bodies were still joined, amazed at how swollen and pink her labia were. I marveled at the sight of my penis splitting her open, her inner lips puffy and pink as well. Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to withdraw my diminishing erection from her pussy. Susan moaned again as my softening length slid out of her.
When the tip of my penis finally eased free of her grasping pussy, a gush of our combined juices trickled from her swollen lips, running down to pool on the bedspread. Once again, I had literally filled her to overflowing with my come. I put my palms on her up-thrust knees and smiled at her. She smiled drowsily in return.
I rolled to the side and flopped onto my back next to her. Susan rolled over, lifted my arm around her shoulders, pressed herself against my side, and laid her head on my chest. We stayed like that for a long, languorous, wonderful time.
I don’t know how long we dozed together, but when I opened my eyes, I could tell it was early afternoon. I felt Susan stirring next to me and turned to look at her. She blinked her eyes open, yawned sheepishly, and then smiled at me.
“Hi,” she said.
“You feel like a shower?”
I nodded. Even though I’d taken a shower earlier, I’d already learned something important at the tender age of fifteen. If an attractive woman asks if you’d like to take a shower with her, there really is only one answer. Yes.
In addition to a large bathtub, Susan had a walk-in shower in her master bathroom. It was quite a bit larger than the shower in the hall bathroom. When I looked around, I marveled at the number of bottles that she had on her counter and in the shower. There were soaps, lotions, creams, oils, and a host of other products. I realized with a rueful grin that smooth skin and healthy hair actually took quite a bit of effort.
Susan turned on the water and stepped into the large stall. I stepped in after her and closed the door behind us. She luxuriated under the warm spray, letting it sluice over her neck and shoulders. With a guilty smile, she stepped aside so I could immerse myself.
When we finished the shower, she opened the door and grabbed two large, fluffy bath towels. I noticed with a wry smile that the towels in her bathroom were much nicer than the ones in the hall bathroom. We stepped out of the shower and I eyed the bathtub. Susan noticed the direction of my glance and arched an eyebrow at me.
“Yes?” she asked.
“Well, maybe…” I said.
She grinned at me and I blushed.
“Do you shave every day?”
“Do you think, maybe… um… Maybe one day, that… um… I could try?”
“If you’d like,” she said.
I nodded enthusiastically.
“Sunday,” she said thoughtfully. “I like to take a nice long bath on Sunday.”
I nodded enthusiastically again.
We finished toweling off and Susan smiled at me.
“I have to get some work done” she said seriously. “I’ve got a meeting with my accountant next week and I have a lot of paperwork to get ready. So you,” she said with an insouciant grin, “need to go do whatever it is you do when you’re not satisfying my desires.”
I grinned at her like an idiot.
“Run along now,” she said with mock sternness. “Shoo!”
Still grinning like the village half-wit, I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed for the door.
The rest of that day was as normal as they come. Manfred, Jenny, and Gina were at the lake. They had co-opted the raft for themselves and I quickly joined them. We spent the rest of the afternoon just being teenagers. With all that had happened in my life I really enjoyed being a kid, if only for a few hours.
The next day, Saturday, several new families arrived. I knew some of them, because they had kids my age, but not all. There were three families that I didn’t know that well, if at all; all with younger kids. For the most part, they were average people with average kids, boys and girls, from about age three to eight.
The one couple that stood out among this influx were Kevin and Leigh. They had been here the year before, and both of them stood out. Kevin was short; shorter than me. And he looked like an accountant, with glasses and a crew cut. Every time I looked at him, I chuckled to myself and wondered where his pocket protector was. The thing that really stood out about him, however, was his dick. Even soft, it was bigger than mine when I was hard. I could only imagine what it would look like when he was erect. Needless to say, Terri Dunbar (the short blond from under the counter) was very friendly with him.
Where Kevin was short and kind of nerdish, his wife Leigh was another matter entirely. She was a petite, beautiful redhead, less than five feet tall. Her flaming red hair fell in waves over her shoulders, with a flaming red triangle of pubic hair to go with it. She had the fair complexion and green eyes to match, and seemed to use sunblock in gallon lots. She didn’t tan so much as her freckles grew together. Leigh, for all her petite stature, had just about the biggest breasts I’d ever seen on a women her size. They looked like rocket nose cones, with large areolas and very pronounced nipples. If she weighed 110 pounds, I’d be shocked; and I think a substantial portion of that would’ve been her boobs.
Kevin and Leigh were nice people, had really well-behaved kids, and most everyone liked them. I liked them, they had always talked to me like an adult. But I couldn’t help staring at either of them whenever I got the chance. Wow!
There were two other families who arrived that day. They had kids my age, and had been to the camp before, so I knew them both.
Tom and Myra had twins, a boy and a girl, named Thomas and Theresa. Myra was a willowy blond who looked like she was only a few steps away from being a flower child. She was really sweet, but she always talked to me like I was on the same weird planet she was. It didn’t really bother me all that much, though; she talked to everyone like that. Thomas and Theresa, fourteen, both looked like Myra. They were fun to hang around with if I couldn’t find Manfred or Gina, but they had this annoying habit of finishing each other’s sentences.
The other family was the Paytons, Adam and Melissa. Adam was a tall, beefy cop. He and his family always came to camp in their Winnebago. Adam’s wife Melissa was taller than me, with straight brown hair and amazing breasts. They looked like something out of a Vargas painting; large, round, and firm. Their daughter, Kendall, looked just like a younger version of her mother; tall, with lustrous brown hair, large breasts, and long, long legs. I didn’t know exactly how old Kendall was, I guessed eighteen or nineteen, but she was about the prettiest girl I’d ever seen.
Way out of my league.
Their son Drew was fourteen. He was actually pretty cool to hang out with; when we could pry him away from the thirteen-year-old girls. As soon as their RV pulled up in front of the clubhouse, Erin and Trish were off like shots, to find Jill and Leah.
The fact that the whole family was just really attractive always kind of put me off. They were nice enough people, I guess (although Adam kind of scared me), but I just never talked to them much. Kendall was one of those girls that you worship from afar, Manfred and I both knew it. I much preferred the company of Gina, and I had no doubts about who Manfred would pick to spend time with.
For all the influx of people, that Saturday was a fairly normal day. I knew Susan was trying to get her paperwork together for her meeting, so I left her alone. I knew I’d see her on Sunday.
I was really looking forward to Sunday.
The next morning, I was up early. I quickly headed down to the clubhouse and ate a bowl of cereal. I knew it was probably still too early to head over to Susan’s, so I reluctantly goofed off in the clubhouse.
One of the year-round residents, Mr. Kershaw, got up real early on Sunday mornings and drove to town, where he’d buy a bunch of copies of the Sunday paper. When he returned to the camp, he’d deliver them to some of the other full-time residents and leave the remainder in the clubhouse for everyone else.
I picked up one of the papers and sat at a back table, reading about the world outside the camp. I found, however, that I was doing more people-watching than reading. I don’t know why, but I’d always enjoyed watching people go about their everyday lives.
Finally, I judged that it was time to head over to Susan’s. I tried to be nonchalant about it, but I think I must’ve made it from the clubhouse to her house in record time.
Susan answered the door when I knocked and quickly invited me.
“Morning,” she said.
I just grinned.
“My, aren’t we eager this morning?”
I blushed, nodding enthusiastically.
Susan laughed at the expression on my face. I was in too good a mood to be put off by her teasing.
“C’mon back, then. I’ll run the bath.”
When I got to her bedroom, I saw the remains of a bagel and a glass of juice on her bed stand. The unmade bed was covered with this morning’s newspaper.
“Mr. Kershaw brings you a newspaper?” I asked, then mentally kicked myself. Of course he’d bring her a paper, you idiot, I thought to myself.
“Mmm hmm,” she said, already headed for the bathroom.
Her bathtub was a large cast-iron affair with big claw and ball feet. She adjusted the water temperature and filled it only a little before she called me into the bathroom.
“Here you go,” she said, handing me a disposable razor, fresh from the pack. “I think it’ll be easier for you to shave me if the tub’s not full yet. You go ahead and get in first, by the spigot.”
I quickly obliged her, sinking into the warm water slowly filling the tub. I spread my legs as she climbed in and slowly leaned back against the back of the tub. As she settled in, she reached over to the stand next to the tub and retrieved a bottle of bath oil. She poured a little into the slowly rising water. With her hand, she roiled the water and then wet her pussy.
With the water nice and sudsy between us, she looked up at me. “It’s easier to do this by feel than by sight,” she said, taking my hand and placing it against her mons.
I gently ran my fingers over her flesh, and I could feel the slight stubble of growth. I nodded and she continued.
“Make sure the razor is wet before you start. Press down firmly enough to do the trick; you only want to go over each area a couple of times. Don’t press too hard though, just enough to make good contact.”
I nodded again.
“First, feel the area with your fingertips, to tell which direction the hair is growing. Shave with the hair on the first pass, then against the growth on the second. Then, feel it with your fingertips again, you’ll be able to tell if you got everything. Okay?”
I nodded, grinning in anticipation.
Susan laughed in tolerant amusement then lifted her hips out of the water.
I wet the razor, as directed, and began shaving the top of her mons. I felt along afterward and could easily tell that I hadn’t pressed down hard enough. I guess that was better than pressing down too hard. I made another pass with the razor and quickly felt that I’d done better this time.
I rinsed the razor out, like I’d seen my father do hundreds of times when I’d watched him shave, and drew it over her mons again. The second stroke was better, and I quickly got the hang of it. In short order, I had her mons shaved smooth.
“Be careful shaving my labia,” Susan cautioned. “The easiest thing to do is to shave down the sides, and then out from the slit.”
I nodded and resumed. Her labia were much trickier, but I soon had them as smooth as her mons. I shaved all the way down past her labia, almost to her ass, and then ran my hand over her entire pussy. I felt a few spots that I’d missed, and quickly took care of them.
When I pulled back and looked up, Susan smiled at me and ran her own hand over her freshly-shaved pussy.
“Pretty good,” she said, clearly impressed. “Normally, I do this at the end of a nice hot bath. The hot water makes the hair softer. You did a really good job, though.”
I chuckled to myself. I had plans for her pussy, I didn’t want to nick it up.
Susan took the razor from my hands and looked at me with a mischievous expression.
“Want me to do you?” she asked.
“Uh… well… um…,” I stammered.
Her serious expression split into a wide grin and she laughed at me. A look of chagrin on my face, I closed my mouth with a clomp. She laughed again and set the razor on the stand.
“You are just so much fun to tease,” she said, still grinning.
“Now, turn up the water a little,” she said, reaching for more bath oil.
I did, and we soon had the water up around our stomachs. Susan picked up the razor again and shook it in the water. Without warning, she raised her right leg and began shaving herself, beginning at her ankles. I watched, wordlessly, as she efficiently shaved her legs, then her underarms.
“Sure you don’t want me to do you next?” she asked, unable to keep the mirth from creeping into her voice.
I shook my head emphatically. She only grinned at me, and replaced the razor on the stand.
The stand had a small towel rack on it, and Susan reached over to retrieve a washcloth. She soaked it in the warm water and lathered it up with a bar of soap. She quickly washed herself, teasing her nipples to erection as she made eye contact with me.
When she finished, she rinsed the cloth and lathered it up again. She scooted forward in the tub and began to wash my arms and shoulders. She washed down my torso, and I wondered for the thousandth time why she was doing this.
Not the bath; all of it.
As she washed my legs, I looked at her face, a mask of concentration.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked, finally speaking my thoughts aloud.
She stopped moving the washcloth and looked up. “Hmm?”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I thought you wanted to take a bath with me,” she said.
“No, that’s not what I mean,” I said, trying to keep exasperation at bay. “Why me?”
She reached out and grabbed my flaccid penis. “Mmm. Because I don’t have one of these,” she said, pulling on me.
“I’m serious,” I said, pulling out of her grasp. “Why me?” She looked at me a moment in shock, then she realized I was indeed serious. “Why not someone older? Or more experienced? Or thinner?” I asked almost dejectedly, looking down at myself.
“Oh, Paul,” she said and slid toward me. She put her hands on my forearms and looked at me earnestly.
“Or is this just something you do?” I asked bitterly, blinking back tears.
“Paul, look at me.”
I raised my head defiantly.
She smiled gently and said, “You should know me well enough by now. This is not ‘just something I do.’”
I looked into her eyes and knew she was telling the truth. I blinked to clear my eyes and sniffled.
“And as for why you,” she said with a shrug, “I can’t really explain that. Why not someone older? I don’t know, really. I just know that I haven’t been attracted to anyone else.”
I felt my heart sink in shame at doubting her, then swell as I comprehended her words.
“Why not someone more experienced?” she asked. All of a sudden, she laughed. I looked up at her, tears welling anew. “You were just so cute,” she quickly said with a gentle smile of reassurance. “You were trying to act like a man, trying to be so serious. Yet you had this constant hard-on.”
I looked at her and blinked, sniffling again.
“Why not someone more experienced?” she repeated. “You had this expression of wonder on your face, like I was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen.” She shrugged, smiling. “Besides, seeing how you reacted to me, how your body reacted, was very… attractive. Women like to know they’re appreciated,” she said simply. “Trust me, as long as you’re not being obnoxious about it, most women like to know that they’re attractive. And your constant erection sure did that for me. It was very exciting.”
I finally smiled at her. It was a wan smile, but a smile nonetheless.
“And why not someone thinner?” she asked tenderly. “It wasn’t your body that attracted me to you. Although I’m very attracted to it,” she quickly amended. “And if I wanted just this,” she said, suddenly grasping my limp member, “I could get one just about anywhere I wanted.” She grinned and squeezed gently. “But what attracted me to you was this,” she said, releasing me and touching her dripping fingers against my forehead. “And this.” She moved her hand and held it flat against my chest.
“But you know what really got me?” she asked. “What really made me begin to look at you in a new way?”
I sniffled and shook my head.
“Two things,” she said. “First, the way you touched me the day we found the photo albums.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “You were so afraid to touch me, yet you weren’t.” She smiled, remembering.
I looked at her in shocked puzzlement.
She grinned and continued, “Second, you came on the mirror.”
I looked at her in confusion.
She opened her eyes, bright with emotion. “When you were running your hands over my body, I was on fire. There are so many parts of a woman’s body that are sensitive. Most guys go for the tits or the pussy, nothing else. When you ran your fingers over my neck, I almost came right then,” she said, closing her eyes and smiling at the memory. “The way you touched me… Mmmmm.”
She took a deep, ragged breath. She exhaled quickly and her eyes popped open. She shook her head and smiled at me.
I was still confused, and it showed. “I came on the mirror?”
She laughed brightly. “I guess you wouldn’t know about that,” she said.
I shook my head.
“That first day you worked here, when you went into the bathroom to masturbate…”
“When you came, you shot all over the vanity mirror,” she said.
I furiously thought back to that first day, horrified.
She laughed at the expression on my face. “I could tell you’d cleaned up quite a bit, I think there was half a box of tissues in the trash can,” she said, her eyes still laughing at me. “But I guess because you were in such a hurry you missed it. There were these huge splatters of your come on the mirror. Pretty high up too,” she said, giggling again. “I guess I was… impressed… by your…,” she smiled wickedly at me, “enthusiasm.”
I wanted to drown myself in the bath. I thought back and realized with growing horror that I hadn’t even looked at myself in the mirror before I’d rushed out of the bathroom.
“It’s okay,” Susan said earnestly, snapping me out of my embarrassed train of thought. “I thought it was cute,” she said, making sure I was paying attention, “and very sexy.”
I blinked at her and she nodded. Suddenly my mouth was dry, and I was so ashamed that I’d doubted her. She saw my expression change and slid forward further, the water sloshing around us. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me toward her.
“You are so special to me, Paul,” she said. “I do love you very much.”
I wrapped my arms around her in return and hugged. My emotions finally overcame my self-control and I felt hot tears sliding down my cheeks. Susan just hugged me tightly and rocked back and forth, gently crooning.
I blinked the tears out of my eyes and sniffled. “I love you too,” I croaked.
She pushed me back and looked into my red-rimmed eyes. Smiling tenderly, she closed her eyes. I watched, uncomprehending, as she slowly leaned toward me. She tilted her head to the side and I barely had time to close my mouth before her lips met mine. Her kiss was light and lingering, and if I hadn’t been as shocked as I was, I would’ve tried to return it better.
She pulled back, her eyes still closed, and I felt her hands close around my penis. She opened her eyes and looked at me, a mischievous grin brightening her face. She gently massaged my penis and I realized that the water had gone tepid.
She raised her eyebrows and gave me a critical look. I sniffled again and blinked at her.
“I think you’ll live,” she said.
I sniffled again and blushed, nodding and grinning.
We unstoppered the tub and stood to dry off. When we’d hung our towels on the bar, Susan reached out and led me back into the bedroom by my dick. With a quick sweep of her arm, she cleared the papers from the bed and pulled aside the covers.
She pushed me back on the bed and quickly crawled between my legs as I scooted into the center. Taking my penis in her mouth, I quickly became erect for her. She bobbed her head up and down on my shaft, gently fondling my balls with her right hand.
When I was good and hard, and slick with her saliva, she crawled up and positioned herself over me. With one deft motion, she steadied my erection and sank onto it. Her pussy was on fire, and very, very wet.
She started rocking back and forth on me, but soon I was thrusting up into her with powerful strokes. She bent over me, her breasts pressed against my chest, arms clutching me tightly, her face buried in the hollow of my neck.
I didn’t last long, and as I came, I felt the emotions of earlier draining out of me. All my doubts, all my fears, all my worries disappeared as I shot my semen into her. I knew that she loved me. Me!
When I finished spurting, we quietly held each other close for a few minutes until our breathing returned to normal.
Finally, she eased forward and I slid out of her. She rolled to my side and I put my arm around her. We were soon dozing peacefully.