Devil's Bargain
by Ann Douglas


"How could I have ever done anything so stupid?" Angela Giordano
asked herself, the question unanswered in the silence of the empty room.

Not that the forty year old blonde really needed to ask the question. Her
answer was as clear as the reflection in the mirror on the bedroom wall. She
had allowed sentiment to overcome good judgment and made what was proving
to be a disastrous decision.

Last month, two days before he was supposed to deliver a check for
their son's tuition at Kingsbridge Military Academy, Angela's ex-husband, Sal,
advised her that he didn't have the funds to cover it. A business deal had gone
sour and it would take another few weeks for him to recoup.

Angela had gone ballistic, raging at her former spouse, but in the end
she knew that was futile. The money wasn't there and like the old saying went,
you can't get blood from a stone. It was her own fault, she knew, because she
agreed to forego alimony in exchange for Sal taking on the full financial
responsibility for Paul's education. She knew she would eventually get the
money, but not in time for the Fall semester.

She'd called the registrar's office and tried to work out a payment plan,
only to be told that was against policy. Kingsbridge had a long waiting list, they
said, and if she couldn't pay the amount in full, Paul's space would go to one of
the applicants on that list.

Her parents, with whom the fourteen year old lived because it was closer
to the school, offered to give what they could, but even with their contribution
Angela was still a thousand dollars short. A sum that, even in 1972, was
considerable. With any possible option quickly exhausted, her likelihood of
raising the money seemed slim indeed. So much so that, in her desperation,
Angela was willing to make a deal with the devil.

Not that Tony "the Hook" Moretti was really the devil, but depending on
whom you listened to, he was damn well close to it.

She'd first met Tony back in the summer of '70, a few days after she'd
started working at Romano's, one of the neighborhood's more popular eateries.
The 'alleged mobster', as he was always referred to in the newspapers, had a
weakness for the old world cuisine that the restaurant was famous for, and made
it a habit to frequent it at least twice a week. The well dressed seventy-four year
old had taken an instant liking to the buxom waitress, insisting that she wait on
his table whenever he came in. Since he always left a sizable tip and, aside
from a playful pat on the ass now and then, left her alone, Angela thought
herself fortunate.

It so happened that Tony had come in the night before Paul's tuition was
due and couldn't help but notice the look on the waitress's face that said
something wasn't right. Unable to enjoy his meal, the balding hood asked her to
sit down and tell him what was upsetting her so.

"Is that all?" Tony asked with laughter as Angela finished recounting her
story and what to, her at least, was the insurmountable amount she needed.

Angela watched in astonishment as Tony looked over his shoulder and
gestured to one of the three men who always seemed to accompany him
everywhere. The dark suited man stepped over from the spot where he had
been surveying the dining room and leaned low to listen to the older man's
instructions. He nodded his head as he listened, then reached into his jacket
and produced a roll of bills thick enough to choke the proverbial horse. Sitting
across the table, the stunned blonde could see that every bill in the roll was a
hundred, the total easily twice what she made in a year.

'Omigod, is this really happening?' Angela asked herself as Tony's
associate laid ten bills on the table before putting the roll away and stepping
back to his original vantage point.

"Just think of it as a loan," Tony said with a broad smile as he slid the
small pile of bills toward Angela.

"No, I couldn't…" Angela hesitantly replied.

Before the words left her mouth, Angela's mind filled with the risks of
incurring an obligation to a man like Tony Moretti. She'd been around long
enough to know there was good reason why he was called "the Hook", and the
price some people found themselves paying to get off it.

"Of course you can," he insisted, not making any attempt to withdraw
the money from in front of her. "It's just a little loan," he repeated, pausing for
effect before adding, "for your son's education."

Staring at the money for what seemed a very long time, Angela found it
hard to resist the temptation to simply pick it up and solve her money problem.
Only the thought of what the loan might ultimately cost her stayed her hand.

If nothing else, the predatory smile that Tony gave her should've
convinced her that this was not a good idea, but even that seemed to pale
against the idea that Paul wouldn't have to leave school.

"I'll tell you what," Tony said, seeing her hesitation, "since you are my
favorite waitress, why don't I give you thirty days without penalty to pay me
back?"

"What exactly does that mean?" Angela had asked, her resolve
weakening the longer she thought about it.

"You pay back the same amount you borrow," Tony explained. "It's as
simple as that."

If Angela had taken her eyes off the money on the table and glanced in
the direction of Tony's money man, she would've seen a look of astonishment on
his face. A loan without any points meant that Moretti wouldn't make a dime off
the transaction - something that was, in his experience, unprecedented.

"And if I can't pay it back in thirty days?" Angela asked, a small caution
still remaining.

"Then we'll work something out," Tony smiled. "Don't you worry."

Nevertheless, worry she should've.

True to form, Sal called her a few days before the note to Tony was due,
saying he'd had another financial setback and she would have to wait a bit
longer. So it was with trepidation that she'd gone to tell Tony that she didn't
have the money to pay him back.

When she'd served Tony his lunch that afternoon, he didn't say a word
about the loan being due, at least not until he had finished his meal. Then he
simply said that she should have a seat and the two of them would talk. When
she nervously sat down across from him, she was surprised when he waved
away his ever present bodyguards, as if he didn't want them privy to their
discussion.

"That is not good," Tony said when she finally told him that she didn't
have the thousand dollars to pay him back.

"I can give you about half right now," Angela said, "then the rest and
whatever interest you think appropriate in a week or two."

"It's not that simple," Tony replied, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"The deal was that you would pay back the amount in full. I can't go back and
change it now; people might get the idea that I was getting soft."

"I know, but I don't have it all," the waitress said, regretting not for the
first time today that she'd taken the bargain.

Tony didn't say a word, picking up instead the small cup in front of him
and taking a sip of his espresso.

"Wait a moment," Angela said, recalling something Tony had also said
when they'd made their deal. "You said that if I didn't have the money, we'd
work something out."

"Yes, I did say that," the older man acknowledged as he replaced his
cup on the saucer. "But that usually involves someone repaying their obligation
with a service in lieu of cash. Something that carries a value equal to what they
owe. Are you sure that you want to do that?"

Angela thought about it a moment, considering what other options she
might have. With few forthcoming, she figured she had little choice.

"What kind of service are we talking about?" Angela asked, a bit fearful
of the answer.

"A personal service," came the reply.

"Could you elaborate on that?" Angela asked, not liking the inflection in
the older man's tone or the look of satisfaction on his face.

He hesitated for a long moment, taking the time to look to his left and
right to be sure no one else was in earshot. Then he leaned in close to Angela
and, in a low voice, explained the exact nature of the service he required. As
she listened, Angela turned pale.

"Don't you have women who already work for you that would be better
for this sort of thing?" she asked once her composure returned, recalling
another business his name had been linked to.

"Do you think I would trust one of those whores with something like
this?" Tony abruptly replied, his voice rising in volume for the first time she
could ever recall.

Stunned into silence, Angela listened carefully as Tony explained
exactly what he wanted, a look of surprise filling her face as he expanded on the
reasons why. Following his instructions, she wrote her address down on a slip of
paper and passed it across the table. As she rose to leave, the aged gangster
told her to make sure she was available this evening.

"A car will come around about eight to pick you up," he said, raising a
hand to both dismiss her and at the same time call back his associates.

As she rose and walked away, Angela could feel the eyes of her
coworkers on her and wondered how they would react if they knew what she was
going to have to do to satisfy her debt.
-=-=-=-=-

A late model car with tinted windows pulled up in front of Angela's
apartment house at five minutes to eight. Spotting it from her front window, she
had no doubt that was the ride Tony had alluded to. Taking a deep breath, she
grabbed her bag and started downstairs hoping to make it outside before any of
the neighbors took notice.

The two men, both the driver and the one who had opened the back seat
door, said not a word during the ten minute ride to the east side. There, after
parking in front of a waterside luxury apartment building, the second man again
opened the door for her and said his first and only words.

"He's waiting for you in apartment 28D."

Stepping into the lobby, Angela was barely given a second glance by the
smartly dressed doorman. Evidently, the manner of her arrival was enough to
dispel any questions about her business in the exclusive building.

Nor was a word said by the elevator operator, almost an anachronism in
this day and age, as he took her up to the twenty-eighth floor. It took less than a
minute to find 28D, this high up there were only four apartments on each floor.
She rang the bell, waiting apprehensively for someone to answer the musical
chimes.

The steely haired gentleman, also in an expensive three piece suit, that
answered the door could've been interchangeable with the three who normally
accompanied Tony to Romano's. It was obvious from the onset that he was
more than just a butler.

"If you'll kindly wait in the parlor," he said, motioning to the room off to
the right.

As Angela took a few steps in that direction, she noticed him reach for
and put on a hat that had been sitting on a nearby chair. Then he stepped out
into the hall, closing the door behind him. Evidently, he'd been instructed not to
wait around for the festivities.

Alone for the moment, Angela paused at the large mirror on the hallway
wall and checked her appearance. She'd gotten her hair cut a few days before
by a beautician who was also a neighbor and willing to wait until payday, so no
worry there. Clothing wise, she'd chosen a moderate length, black skirt coupled
with a low cut, white peasant blouse - one that best displayed her most prized
assets. Finally satisfied that all was as it should be, she turned away from the
reflection.

Stepping into the sitting room, Angela felt her breath taken away. Not
only was it larger than her entire apartment, but it was decorated with antique
furniture that seemed more appropriate for a museum than someone's home.

A large bay window filled the far wall, beyond which she could see the
lights of dozens of small boats scattered across the lake beyond. It truly was an
awesome sight - almost enough to make her forget why she was here.

The sound of movement behind her reminded her as in response she
turned in the direction from which it came. Face to face with the new arrival, a
look of surprise filled her face. To say he wasn't what she'd expected was an
understatement to say the least.

"Hello, you must be Jeremy," she finally said, extending her hand in
greeting.

The young man, who looked much younger than the seventeen years
she knew him to be, made no attempt to reach out in return. Wearing a tan
short sleeved button down shirt and jeans over a slender build, the teenager had
short sandy hair and soft effeminate features.

"Yeah, I'm Jeremy," he finally said.

"Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Angela," the older woman said as she
withdrew her hand but closed the distance between them with a few steps.

"I know who you are," Jeremy said, a trace of irritability in his tone.
'This is not going to be as simple as I thought,' Angela mused as she
took note of it.

Her thoughts flashed back to what she had been told a few hours before
during that private conversation at Romano's. How late in life, well past his
prime, Tony had finally been blessed with a son to carry on his family name.
That he had received this blessing from a much younger woman who was not his
wife didn't seem to matter.

Sadly, the baby's mother didn't survive the birth, but the infant was
immediately taken in by Alyssa Moretti, who had already given her husband six
daughters, the youngest of whom was only now reaching maturity. In fact, the
apartment they were in now belonged to her, a place in town for when she
visited the city and didn't want to travel back out to their country estate.

"I can handle that the kid wants no part of the business," Tony had said
in a hushed whisper, "but the idea that he might not be all man, well, that's
something else."

"What do you mean?" Angela had asked.

"He's seventeen and has no interest in women," the older man said in
frustration.

"Well some boys are late bloomers," Angela had suggested, not initially
catching what the old man was insinuating.

"Not in my family they aren't," he said, his voice rising in volume for a
few seconds before dropping again. "I was fifteen when I had my first woman."

In a quick retelling, Tony told her of how he'd lost his virginity to a
woman more than twice his age while working at a restaurant not unlike
Romano's. In fact, in many ways, Angela reminded him of the woman in
question, which was why he probably had developed a fondness for her.

"You do this for me," he said, "you make my boy a man, and we'll call it
even."

It was, Angela thought, referencing a now famous line from one of the
year's most popular movies, an offer she couldn't refuse.

It wasn't that the forty year old divorcee had been celibate since she and
her husband had called it quits. Quite the contrary, she saw no reason to give
up sex simply because she was no longer married. But the men who
occasionally shared her bed had all been more or less her own age. Not even
on the coldest, loneliest nights had her fantasies ever involved someone little
more than a boy.

A boy who definitely didn't match the mental image she had formed of
him beforehand. She had considered the idea that Jeremy might have no
interest in girls because they had no interest in him - something a loving father
might easily overlook. Teenage girls could be cruel in that regard, especially if a
boy was considered unattractive or even just overweight. That had obviously
proven not the case, as just one look at the high school senior said that he
should've had those girls eagerly lining up.

That left the insinuation that his father had made, his concern that his
progeny might not be all man. Angela could certainly understand how the
youth's appearance and mannerisms might suggest that, but she'd also learned
long ago that appearances didn't always reflect sexuality. She'd known more
than one 'manly' man who'd actually turned out to be quite light in the loafers.

Another concern then crossed her mind. If Tony's worries about his son
were justified, what did he think she was going to be able to do about it - fuck
him straight?

Finally remembering his manners, Jeremy offered Angela a seat on the
nearby couch and, once she had taken it, took one himself on a adjacent chair.
Before he did so, however, he asked if he could get her anything, only to be told
that she was fine.

"Did your father explain what I'm doing here?" Angela asked, wondering
how she could ever explain it if he hadn't.

"He explained all right," Jeremy said, the petulance in his voice now
replaced by resignation. "The old man is worried that I might be a bit of a fruit
and he wants you to find out for sure."

"Are you?" Angela asked, deciding to go straight to the heart of the
matter.

"Excuse me?" Jeremy asked in turn.

"Are you a bit of a fruit?" Angela repeating, using the outdated
reference.

Jeremy was taken back by the question, then, instead of answering - he
laughed.

"You find the question funny?" Angela asked.

"No, not really," he said, his tone still reflecting his amusement. "I just
find it funny your asking it in the first place - no one's ever done that."

"Well, since I did ask, is there an answer?" she added.

"Only if I don't know is an answer," he replied.

"Care to explain that?" Angela said.

"I do look at girls," Jeremy said, "but there are times that I also find
myself looking at guys too."

"Have you ever done anything more than look?" Angela inquired.

"You mean like jerk off with another guy?" Jeremy asked, the tone of
his reply suggesting that had indeed occurred.

"Actually, I was thinking of something a bit more substantial," Angela
expanded, "more a manner of doing something to someone else rather than
simply with. Did you jerk off the other boy?"

"No, I've never done anything like that," Jeremy replied, confirming her
supposition.

"Have you every wanted to?" Angela asked.

"I'm not sure," Jeremy answered.

"What were you thinking about when you were jerking off with your
friend?" she asked.

"Jenny Marzetti," Jeremy said almost automatically.

"Well, that should tell you something," Angela smiled.

"Even if I was doing it with a guy at the time?" he asked.

"I would think who you were thinking about while you were doing it would
be a lot more of an indication of your interests than who you were doing it with,"
Angela suggested. "Also, I don't think two young men comparing masturbation
techniques, which is pretty much what I think you were doing, makes them
homosexual. It takes a bit more than that."

What Angela didn't say was that she'd had a similar discussion with her
own son just a few months ago. Evidently he and his roommate had done their
own comparison one night and it had left him feeling a bit ambiguous afterwards.

"Maybe so," Jeremy agreed, "but what does it make you when you find
yourself checking out other guys' equipment in the showers at school?"

"Curious?" Angela said with a smile, flashing back to her own high
school years. "Jeremy, you might not believe it, but back when I was your age, I
sometimes found myself looking at my classmates in the showers too."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," Angela replied. "All kids have a certain curiosity about
their bodies as they grow up and it's not uncommon for them to compare
themselves to others."

"Why would you have to compare yourself to anyone else?" he asked,
staring right at her large mounds.

"Honey, I wasn't born with these puppies," she laughed, emphasizing
the point by putting her hands beneath each and lifting them slightly. "Believe it
or not, I was one of the last girls in my class to hit puberty."

As Jeremy digested that particular bit of information, Angela dwelled on
the fact that much of this kid's confusion could've been avoided if someone had
simply sat down and just had a frank discussion with him, much as she was
doing now. All he really needed was some honest answers in place of the
misguided ones he had formulated on his own.

Over the next forty odd minutes, Angela endeavored to answer any
question that Jeremy could think to ask. She did so with the same honesty that
she used with her own son. When she had come of age back in the late forties,
she would've given most anything to have someone do so for her. Instead, all
she had to go on was the often wrong, sometimes disastrously so, advice
circulated among her classmates - a half score of whom found themselves
mothers before their twentieth birthday. That Angela hadn't been one of them
had just been luck.

"Anything else you'd like to ask?" Angela said after Jeremy fell silent for
a minute, digesting her answers to his last few questions.

"I can't think of anything else," he finally replied after thinking about it
for another long minute.

As he digested what he had just learned, Jeremy couldn't believe how
wrong the men he'd grown up around were about sex and women. He'd never
directly asked any of them the questions Angela had just answered, of course,
but he was an keen listener. Most of the time, his father's men barely noticed he
was around when they talked about their wives and girlfriends, of whom most
seemed to have both, and they spoke quite openly of their sex lives - at least,
what involved the girlfriends.

"So what are you going to tell my father?" Jeremy asked.

So involved had she been in educating the young man, Angela had
momentarily forgot the reason she was here. She was absolutely certain that
Jeremy wasn't what his father feared most, but would he accept that simply on
the basis of her discussions with the young man? And he was indeed now a
young man in her eyes, and not the boy she initially took him to be.

"I'm not sure what I'm going to tell him," she admitted.

"You could just tell him that we did it," Jeremy suggested.

That thought had occurred to Angela and the idea of lying to Tony
Moretti was frightening - even more so the consequences of him finding out she
had lied. A man like Tony lived in a very black and white world, one in which,
when he gave an order, he didn't expect it to be subject to interpretation.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Angela replied.

"You're probably right," Jeremy agreed after thinking about it.

Angela was in a quandary. An hour ago, before she had walked into the
apartment and actually met Jeremy, she'd thought that she'd give the kid an
emotionless, fast fuck and be quickly on her way. Now that she had gotten to
know him a bit, she couldn't bring herself to do it, if it wasn't something he also
wanted.

"I'll just have to find a way to explain to your father why we didn't," she
said, hardly convincing herself of the possibility, much less the teenager.

"I don't think he's going to be very understanding ," Jeremy pointed out.

"No, I suppose not," Angela agreed.

"So ... maybe we should give it a try," Jeremy suggested, this time with
much less hesitation in his tone.

Angela was about to repeat her desire not to lead Jeremy into something
he didn't want, but then realized that might no longer be the case. Things had
indeed changed in the time she'd been in the apartment. Whatever reluctance
he might have previously had, it was clear much of it had been based on his
flawed preconceptions about what happened between men and women. Now
that he had a different viewpoint, he genuinely wanted to give it a try.

"Are you now saying that you want me to..." she started to say, only to
be cut off in mid-sentence.

"Yes, I think I'd like that very much," Jeremy interjected, his voice now
conveying recognizable eagerness.

"You wouldn't feel more comfortable your first time with someone your
own age?" Angela asked, wanting to be totally certain.

"No," Jeremy quickly replied, "I mean, I want to have sex with girls my
own age, but... I think doing it the first time with someone who really knows what
they are doing would be a lot more fun."

'That certainly makes sense,' Angela thought, remembering the blind
leading the blind approach of her own first time.

She also now let herself admit the fact that the thought of having sex
with a young man barely older than her son had, after getting to know him a
little, indeed caused a wetness that had been long absent between her legs.

"You're absolutely certain?" she asked one last time, almost fearing the
possibility that she might change his mind.

When that didn't happen, it was hard to be certain which of them was
more excited at the prospect of what was to come.

"Is there a bedroom we can use?" Angela asked with the broadest of
smiles.

-=-=-=-=-

Taking Angela by the hand, Jeremy led her through the apartment and
down a long hall where there were doors leading to adjacent bedrooms - one on
the right and two on the left. All three doors were open. The teenager paused
for a moment at the single room and, looking over his shoulder, Angela saw that
it was almost as large as the living room and decorated in the same style.
Obviously it was the master bedroom and belonged to Jeremy's adoptive
mother.

She wasn't sure how she felt about doing it in his mother's bed, an act
that might open up all kinds of things best left unexplored. Thankfully that wasn't
his intent, as he then continued onward, coming to a stop and taking a step
inward to the second, much smaller room. It only took the briefest of glances to
know that this was his room, the décor being unlike the rest of the apartment and
reflecting the tastes of a young man.

As she followed him inside, Angela realized that there really shouldn't
have been any doubt as to which room he would take her into. After all, even
though it was only half the size of the master bedroom with only a small twin
sized bed, this his was his personal space. A place where he could lay night
after night and remember the loss of his virginity.

"You have a beautiful room," Angela said with a smile, trying to put
Jeremy at ease.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" Jeremy unexpectedly asked, his mind
obviously already on more than idle banter.

"Of course you can," Angela smiled, pleased with his desire to get
started. She took a few steps closer to where he was standing by the bed. "But I
want that to be that last time you ask me if you can do anything. I want you to
feel free to touch me anywhere, or in any way that brings you pleasure. This is
your moment, and I want it to be as special as I can make it."

Following her lead, Jeremy also took a step forward, bringing the two of
them close enough to embrace, and as their lips came together, he kissed her.
A kiss that was more than what you would share with a friend but still less than
one you would with a lover. A second kiss followed, then a third, each tipping
the scale more toward the latter until Angela felt the tip of the young man's
tongue press against her lips and eagerly opened her mouth to receive it.

'This boy's had some practice,' Angela thought as she brushed the
underside of his extended tongue with the tip of her own. She of course had no
idea with whom, but it was obvious that this wasn't his first time on first base.

That thought was interrupted by a familiar pressure against her left
breast and Angela didn't have to look down to know that Jeremy was already
making a move towards second base. The touch lasted but a moment, then it
was unexpectedly withdrawn.

'Obviously, whoever has been teaching him to kiss drew the line at
touching,' Angela thought, taking the withdrawal as a reflex action. Without
hesitation, she reassuringly took hold of his hand and placed it back on her
breast. A warm smile reaffirmed what she had said just a few minutes before -
that no part of her was off limits.

Encouraged and finally getting the message, Jeremy unbuttoned the
middle buttons of Angela's blouse, creating a gap large enough for him to slip his
hand through. A loud gasp slipped from his lips as the tip of his fingers pressed
against her bare flesh. While his hand slid down the deep crevice between her
breasts, the blonde leaned closer and gave him the longest, deepest kiss yet.

Jeremy surprised Angela as, in response, he brought his free hand down
her back, slipping it under her skirt and against the cheeks of her ass, squeezing
that soft flesh. He had indeed gotten the message loud and clear and was eager
to explore all there was to explore.

"Mmmmm, that feels nice," Angela said in a soft, encouraging moan as
his hand moved across her cheeks.

Normally, Angela liked to be a more active participant, but right now she
thought it best to let Jeremy proceed at his own pace. Besides, she added, he
was doing quite well in that regard, she added as she felt him move his hand
around to the front of her body, caressing the dampened mound between her
legs through the equally wet panties that covered it. His body tight against hers,
Angela could feel the racing of his heart and the quickness of his breaths.

"Why don't I take these things off so they won't be in your way?" Angela
suggested, referring to the clothing that was limiting his explorations.

"I'd like that," Jeremy replied, withdrawing both hands and taking a step
back.

"What shall it be first?" Angela asked as she placed one hand on the
top laces of her blouse and the other on the side zipper of her skirt, "the top or
the bottom?"

"The top, please," he replied, his eyes riveted on the impression of her
nipples against the fabric.

"The top it is then," she smiled, having known the answer even before
she'd asked the question. From the first time she had let a boy take off her top
back in high school, few men had failed to view her breasts as their primary
object of interest.

Carefully, slowly, Angela pulled open the laces that held the blouse tight
against her bounty, while at the same time, pulling the bottom of her shirt out of
her skirt with her other hand. Then, taking hold of the sides of the white blouse,
she pulled it up and over her head.

"Oh wow," she heard the teenager say under his breath as he took in
her large breasts straining against the confines of her bra.

While dressing for the evening, Angela had specifically picked this
particular bra when she laid out her outfit. The material was firm enough to hold
everything in place, but sheer enough to allow the impression of her silver dollar
sized areola to be visible though her blouse. With the blouse off, well it left little
to the imagination. She normally reserved it for job interviews and certain first
dates.

Jeremy's eyes never wavered as Angela reached around and undid the
rear clasp, causing the garment to first fall loose around her arms, and then drop
off completely as she helped it along. If it was possible his eyes opened even
wider as, bringing a hand to each breast, Angela massaged them softly,
restoring the sensitivity that confinement had dulled. Slowly, she turned her
body a bit to the right, and then to the left, giving the young man a good long
look.

While she had no doubt that he'd seen a bare breast before - no boy
who'd grown up with six sisters could've failed to have gotten at least a few
glimpses along the way - Angela was certain that he'd never had the time to
really appreciate the view.

One that Jeremy now certainly was appreciating as Angela arched back
each leg just high enough to slide off her low heeled shoes. Once out of them,
she dropped to just about the young man's height, which suited her fine. There
were some things that just worked better if both parties were about the same
size.

"So tell me, my young friend, how do the old lady's boobs compare to
the ones you normally look at?" Angela asked whimsically.

"They're beautiful," Jeremy said, his eyes now focused on her fully
excited nipples. "They're even better than Francesca's."

Before Angela could wonder who Francesca might be, a flush of
embarrassment on Jeremy's face gave her the most likely answer. She'd bet a
night's tips that was the name of one of his six sisters. There had been a family
photo out in the foyer, and from what she had seen, just about all of his sisters
had been "gifted by the boob fairy", as she heard her son once remark.
Obviously, Francesca, whichever one she had been, had been gifted just a bit
more than the rest.

The best way to ease his discomfiture, Angela decided, was to give him
something more to look at. That in mind, she undid the zipper on her skirt,
letting it drop down to the floor. No sooner had she stepped out of the now loose
material around her ankles than she kicked it to the side. Then, leaning forward,
she slipped her fingers under each side of her panties' waistband and slowly
eased that down her legs as well.

By the time she'd stood back upright, the focus of Jeremy's gaze had
dropped considerably. From the expression on his face, the forty year old was
pretty certain this wasn't a sight he'd seen before - at least not outside of the
pictures in the magazines that boys his age always seemed to manage to get
hold of despite their mature rating.

Many women Angela's age, she knew, preferred to let their pubic hair
grow wild, much as their mothers and grandmothers had done in the old country.
Some younger women, however, preferred to trim it so tightly as to resemble
that of a prepubescent girl, or so she had heard. Angela preferred to just trim it
enough to keep it neat, especially since, with no ring on her finger anymore, it
was more likely to been seen and hopefully appreciated by more than one man.
From Jeremy's reaction, a lack of appreciation didn't seem to be a concern.

"Now it's your turn," Angela said after giving Jeremy a bit more time to
take in the naked view.

Without moving his eyes, Jeremy brought both hands up to the buttons
on his shirt and began to undo the uppermost ones. He'd gotten as far as the
third one when Angela suddenly asked him to stop.

"On second thought," she said as she took a few steps to bring them
only inches part, "it might be more fun if I do it."

After giving Jeremy a quick kiss, Angela picked up right where he'd left
off, slipping the shirt off him as the last button was undone. The buckle and top
button of his jeans followed, along with the zipper which, mindful of the valuable
asset beneath, she lowered with infinite care.

That accomplished, she slid her hand down his pants and under the
waistband of his briefs. She closed her fingers around the cock that she knew
she'd find far from soft, smiling as the touch caused Jeremy to let out a loud,
pleasing breath.

'My, this feels impressive,' Angela thought as she judged the length and
width of his manhood, finding it more than she expected.

She stroked it a few more times, producing an even larger reaction from
Jeremy as it grew harder in her hand. Matching smiles filled both their faces.

Withdrawing her hand after a few more playful tugs, Angela turned her
attention to his jeans which, after she had pulled them down around his ankles,
Jeremy took a step back out of . He took a further moment to rid himself of his
sweat socks, dropping them behind him before stepping forward again. Close
enough for Angela to place the flat of her hand his shorts, the bulge in which she
again began to massage softly.

As she caressed his cock through the thin cotton, Angela reached under
his t-shirt with her other hand, stroking his lightly haired chest, rubbing the tips of
her fingers against nipples almost as hard as hers. The excitement of her touch
was evident in the increase in Jeremy's breaths and heartbeat, causing in turn
an increase of her own.

Pleased with herself, Angela gave his cock one last fondle before
bringing both hands to the sides of his undershirt to lift it up and over his head.
Leaning forward, she gently kissed each of his nipples, taking a moment to
caress each with the tip of her tongue. Until now, Jeremy had never realized
how sensitive they could be.

"You like that, don't you?" Angela asked as she pulled back just a bit.

Jeremy nodded his head in the affirmative.

"Good," Angela smiled. "I think we're going to find a lot of things that
you are going to like."

With that, she brought her hands to the sides of his briefs and in one
quick motion, pulled them all the way down to the floor. The sudden action
cause his erect cock to spring upward, bouncing a few times before coming to
rest at an almost perfect forty-five degree angle.

'That,' Angela thought as she took in his maleness, 'is one beautiful
cock. It would've really been a shame if he had turned out to be into boys.'

Lost in her appreciation, Angela didn't realize, at least for a few more
moments, that Jeremy was looking for her to say or at least do something. Once
she did, she simply smiled and turning to the bed, pulled down the spread and
sheet below. The invitation was self explanatory.

-=-=-=-=-

As they both climbed in the bed, it was obvious that, unlike the one
Angela had glimpsed in the master bedroom, Jeremy's small twin was not
designed for two people to use. Still, neither of them was about to complain. In
fact, having both of their naked bodies already pressed against each other would
probably more of a help than hindrance.

Jeremy wasted no time on reaching out to explore Angela's mature but
still enticing body. As she might have expected, his hands went right to her
breasts, discovering for himself their warmth and softness. With youthful
enthusiasm, he pressed his palms against the soft flesh, his fingers rubbing
against her nipples, discovering their hardness.

With one hand still on her left breast, Jeremy ran the other down the
length of Angela's supine form, across her stomach and down into the valley
between her legs. His eyes opened wide as his fingers came to rest on her wet
mound, the tips slipping past the fold to caress the deep wetness within.

Pausing to take a deep breath, Jeremy used his fingers to gently open a
path into her, his thumb sliding upward to where, according to a 8mm film he
and a few of his classmates had secretly borrowed, a woman's clitoris was
supposed to be. A couple of breaths later, a look of triumph filled his face as
Angela let out a soft moan, telling him he had indeed found it.

'Impressive,' Angela thought, recalling that her ex-husband hadn't even
bothered to learn where her clit was until well into their relationship, and then
only after she had finally complained that he kept missing the mark.

The thrilled teen played with it for a minute or so, observing Angela's
reactions to his touch. Reactions that excited him even more. Then, shifting his
position, he turned his attention back to her breasts, this time replacing the touch
of his hand with that of his mouth.

"Oh yes, that's also nice," Angela purred as she felt Jeremy's lips close
around her left nipple, his tongue sliding back and forth against the hard tip.

As he had been with her clit, he was a bit overeager at first, but soon got
the hang of what he was doing, especially after Angela whispered a quiet but
helpful instruction in his ear. Back and forth his tongue twirled, sending tiny but
pleasing ripples across Angela's chest.

Angela turned to give him easier access to her other mound, an
invitation he happily took. He did much better the second time around, his effort
bringing a broader smile to the older woman's face, reflecting an almost childish
delight as Jeremy continued to play with them. She had long ago realized that
she would never fully understand the male gender's fascination with big boobs,
but she was always more than willing to enjoy the benefits of it.

Shifting again, Jeremy rolled on top of her, pressing his body against
hers. Their mouths met once more and tongues fervently intertwined. She
could feel his hardness pressed against her core as he rubbed it back and forth.
Experience told her what was going to happen if he kept going, and while she
didn't mind him enjoying himself, she was sure she could show him a much
more enjoyable way to do so.

"Why don't we change position?" Angela suggested, her tone offering
the promise of even better delights.

Jeremy quickly did so, stretching out on the center of the bed while
Angela sat on the edge. Her hand closed around the base of his cock and gently
gave it a few strokes. Then her fingers dropped beneath his balls, caressing
them before running up the length of his cock, reaching the underside of his
crown, then reversing herself and moving back to the base, around which she
wrapped her fingers even tighter.

Leaning over his midsection, Angela's head dropped until she was able
to retrace her fingers' path with her tongue, sliding it up to the underside of his
cockhead and then over across the face of it. She hardly needed to turn and
look to know a look of bliss now filled Jeremy's face, or that it was about to
become one of pure rapture in just a few more moments once she took his
manhood deep inside her mouth.

"Oh my God!" Jeremy gasped loudly as he felt the wet warmth of
Angela's mouth engulf his cock.

Jeremy had of course heard men who worked for his father talk about
blow jobs, and there had been two boys at school who claimed to have gotten
them. But he never expected to be on the receiving end of one, especially
since, according to what he'd learned from overheard discussions between his
sisters, any respectable woman found them vile and disgusting.

Which had led to the question of, if his classmates had actually gotten
them, who had they gotten them from? That his father's employees knew
unrespectable women was taken as a given. But right now, as far as his
classmates were concerned, Jeremy didn't care if they had gotten them from
each other. Not with the wondrous feeling of Angela's mouth wrapped around
his cock and the unbelievable sensations her tongue was producing as it glided
against his skin.

If his attention hadn't been otherwise occupied, Jeremy might have been
interested to learn that, when she had been his age, Angela had viewed the act
she was now energetically performing in much the same way as his sisters did -
mainly something that nice girls didn't do. It hadn't taken more than a few tries
to change her opinion about it and a good many other things. Now she truly
loved the sensation of a man in her mouth.

She aptly demonstrated the skills she had learned in the years since,
sliding his hardness in and out of her mouth with practiced precision, never quite
losing her control over it. The pleasing sensations within Jeremy's body that
were unleashed by her efforts grew with almost frightening rapidity.

Like most young men his age, Jeremy had little self control when it
came to holding back an orgasm, something Angela well remembered from her
own teen years. That didn't worry her, though, because she also remembered
that nature had counterbalanced that with their ability to quickly recover. With
that in mind, she continued sending him hurdling down the road to Elysium.

On the receiving end of that effort, Jeremy was no less aware of the
limits of his self control, and how close he was at the moment to it. In a span
much less than he'd ever experienced by his own hand. The thought that he
should warn Angela of the fact occurred to him, but unfortunately it did so just a
few moments too late.

"Arrgggg!" Jeremy groaned loudly as he felt his cock explode, with
considerable force.

He could feel the eruption from the top of his head right down to the tips
of his toes, his body quaking in orgasmic delight. The intensity of which equaled
the speed with which it had appeared, setting a new high mark to strive for in the
future.

His eyes had closed tightly during his orgasm, the better to enjoy the
sensation. When he opened them what seemed like a very long time later, he
looked down at Angela and was shocked at what he saw. Since he had given no
warning, she had been unable to disengage in time and, as a result, globs of
sticky whiteness covered her face.

"Oh God, I am so sorry," Jeremy quickly said, even as Angela wiped
some of the thick residue off her cheek with the side of her hand.

"Sorry about what?" Angela asked with a look of confusion as she
moved her hand to the other side of her face.

His voice filled with an apologetic tone, he swiftly explained that he felt
guilty about not having warned her.

To his surprise, Angela laughed.

"Honey, this was hardly the first time I've done this to a man," Angela
said with a smile as she now wiped her chin. "What happened was hardly a
surprise."

"Then you're not angry?" Jeremy asked.

"Baby, sex is supposed to be wild, uncontrolled, and, yes, even messy,"
she further laughed. "If it's not, well then, you're doing it wrong."

"Then I did it right?" Jeremy asked.

"Did you enjoy it?" Angela asked in turn.

"Oh yeah," Jeremy said with a wide grin.

"Then I'd have to say you definitely did it right," Angela said with a
matching grin. "But just for future reference, I should point out that not every
woman likes that. So it might not be a bad idea to discuss likes and dislikes
beforehand, just to make sure you're both on the same page."

Two thoughts filled Jeremy's head. First, that there would be other times
like this in the future with other women. Secondly, and probably just as
important, Angela had referred to him as a man, the first time he had ever
recalled anyone ever doing so.

-=-=-=-=-

Angela excused herself for a minute, stepping into the small adjacent
bathroom to better wash her face and upper body. She returned with a warm,
wet washcloth and proceeded to clean him up as well. As she did so, she noted
the semi-hardness of his cock and considered how they could pass the time until
it returned to full vigor.

Finishing her task, she laid the cloth on the small night table and,
climbing back on the bed, gave Jeremy a light kiss. He responded in a similar
manner, taking the opportunity to close his arms around her and hold her tight
against him once more.

"Do you think you'd like to try doing that to me?" she suggested as they
laid in each other's embrace. 'You don't have to if you don't want to," she
added, "but trust me, any woman you do that for is going to be really
appreciative afterwards."

Jeremy didn't immediately reply. Instead, he recalled what the men
around his father, who, up to today had been his primary source of information
about women and sex had said about it. The words they'd used had made his
sister's description of fellatio seem downright appealing. Then again, so far
today, he had discovered that there had been little they had been right about in
that area.

"I'll give it a try," he finally replied, thinking, how bad could it actually
be?

Pleased with his answer, Angela said they should again trade places and
once she was spread out on the bed, she bent both her legs and lifted them as
far apart as they could go. The open space on the bed between them was just
large enough for Jeremy to squeeze into.

From that vantage, Jeremy had his first close-up look at a woman's sex,
a vast improvement over the grainy black and white image from that
instructional film. He studied it for a few more moments, then realized that it
didn't smell like he had expected it to.

Almost without exception, his father's men had described a woman's sex
as having a fishy odor, with more then one telling the joke about the blind man
who would constantly say hello to non-existent ladies as he passed the fish
market. In Jeremy's opinion, the scent was indeed striking, but was not
unpleasant.

Like he had done earlier, he reached out with two fingers and gently ran
them across the sensitive flesh. Again like before, the effect on Angela was
instantaneous. Pleased, he brought the tips of his finger to her clit and began to
play again with it again - with equal rewards. Finally, he brought his face up
against the sweet flower and reached out with his tongue.

Even though he made the same mistakes that most young men made
their first time, Angela made no move to correct him - at least not right away. It
was more important, she felt, to let him get comfortable with what he was doing
than for him to get it perfect right off. Eventually, she would correct his small
mistakes and both of them would benefit.

Still, even less than perfect was pretty good as she laid back against the
pillow and enjoyed the spreading warmth. She could tell that, with some
practice, he was really going to be a fantastic lover some day. For now, it was
enough to let him just build his confidence.

"That was really nice," Angela said some time later as Jeremy lifted his
head from between her legs. She had really enjoyed herself.

The look on his face as he stepped off the bed, however, said he hadn't,
at least not totally.

"Is something the matter?" Angela asked with concern.

"I didn't make you…I mean, you didn't have a climax," Jeremy said, a
touch of disappointment in his voice.

"Well, you can't expect to hit a home run your first time at bat," she said
as sympathetically as she could. "Trust me, you're off to a fine start."

That seemed to please the young man as disappointment turned to
appreciation.

"What's next?" he asked eagerly.

"Well," Angela smiled, "I think your not so little friend is ready to play
again. What say we finish what we came here to do."

Jeremy glanced down and sure enough his cock was standing at full
attention. He didn't say a word, the look on his face was answer enough.

-=-=-=-=-

Eagerly, Jeremy climbed back onto the bed and the space between
Angela's legs. This time, however, he was far enough forward for her to reach
out and take hold of his cock, guiding him into a position where the head of it
rested right at the entrance to her pussy. She then let go, letting him decide how
he wanted to enter her.

One thing was for certain, he definitely didn't need any urging or
instructions on what to do next. Like most young men, he had been imagining
this moment from the first time he'd realized that part A went into receptacle B.

Taking his cock in hand, Jeremy pressed forward, slipping his hardness
deep into her. He might not have brought her to orgasm with his oral efforts, but
he had certainly paved the way for an effortless entry now. If her mouth around
his cock had been heaven, then he was going to have to find an even better
word for how her sugar walls felt against it. It was so easy that at first he didn't
really realize that he was all the way in.

He took a deep breath and pulled back about half way, then moved
forward once more. The moment had come - he was no longer a virgin.

Angela waited until he began to move in and out of her with a bit more
regularity, not wanting to intrude on his moment. But once he did, she began to
meet each forward movement with a matching thrust of her own. It didn't take
long for the two of them to develop a rhythm, one which made their bodies
almost one, able to share each other's pleasures.

Angela reached out and grabbed the cheeks of his ass, pulling his body
even harder against hers. Jeremy instinctively responded in a similar manner,
wrapping his hands around her hips to accomplish the same. Back and forth
they rocked, the springs of the small bed playing a lively accompaniment to their
performance.

Hearts raced and sweat ran down their backs as Jeremy tried to
memorize every aspect of what was happening. As before, the pressure inside
him was building, but this time he was more determined to make it last as long
as possible. An effort Angela was more than happy to share in.

"Switch places," she unexpectedly told him.

"What?" Jeremy asked, unsure what she meant.

Rather than explain further, Angela pulled Jeremy tight against her and,
rolling toward the side of the bed facing the wall, spun herself on top of him.
The sudden movement took the young man by surprise, but not half as much as
the thought that it was now Angela who was fucking him.

Female superior had long been her favorite position, and once most
lovers got over the shock of giving up control, it became theirs as well. If for no
other reason than while in it, Angela was usually able to defer their orgasm
longer than they might have been able to do on their own.

Harder and harder, Angela rode Jeremy's cock, increasing the frequency
of their coupling but at the same time shortening their thrusts. With their bodies
only inches part, Jeremy could bring his hands up to her breasts and play with
them as they moved. Lifting them upward, he was even able to bring his tongue
into play.

"Yes, oh yes," Angela cried out, letting him know that she too was at the
edge of the precipice. This time, she would not be denied her own orgasm.

It only took another dozen heartbeats and a matching number of thrusts
to send both into the abyss as, with echoing cries of passion, they shared that
most elusive of goals - mutual orgasms. Or at least close enough to make no
difference.
-=-=-=-=-

Drained, the two of them laid in each others arms for at least a quarter
hour. Finally, Angela lifted herself off Jeremy's now drained cock and fell back
alongside him. Just that effort seemed to exhaust what the brief rest had gained
her.

"Are you okay?" Jeremy asked, concern in his voice.

"I'm fine," Angela assured him with a smile, "you just took a lot out of
me. Just give me a little time to rest and I'll be as good as new."

Reassured, Jeremy smiled back and then turned his attention to his
deflated manhood, as limp as he could ever remember it being and covered with
the mixed after-effects of their mutual exertions.

"I guess you were right," he said in a light tone.

"Right about what?" Angela asked.

"Sex is really messy," he grinned.

"But it was good, wasn't it?" Angela ask.

"It was very good," Jeremy beamed, pausing for a very long moment
before asking, "Could we do it again?"

A look of worry filled Angela's face. This was the one thing she was
worried about. Pulling herself up into a sitting position, she put as much space
between them as was possible in the small bed.

"Jeremy, you do know this was a one time thing, don't you?" she said.
"Lovely as it was, I really don't think your father would look too kindly on our
making this anything more than what it was."

"Oh, don't worry, I know that," Jeremy laughed softly. "I know I should
look now for a girl more my own age. I was just thinking that, since no one is
coming back to the apartment until tomorrow afternoon, we might as well make
use of it. That is, if you're up to it."

Angela's first reaction was embarrassment, that she had overreacted to
what Jeremy had suggested. Once that passed, she gave the idea genuine
consideration.

"Well," she said, after what seemed a very long wait, "I do owe your
father a good deal of money. It would only be fair to make sure he got his
money's worth. Just give me a little bit of time to catch my breath and, yes, we'll
give it another go."

END

 (c) Ann Douglas 2015





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