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Please Note: This is part 3 of a continuing story.I strongly suggest you read part 1 & 2 before you read part 3.
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The Sailor's Wife III: Regression
By Adam Gunn

Nine days! He'd been gone nine days already, and there was only eight months and 21 days to go.

Stephanie had been good, even though she didn't quite know why. Maybe she was waiting for the ship to make its way to the Philippine Islands so Glenn would have the first chance. Or perhaps it was because she harbored, deep within her soul, a shred of hope that she could go nine months without being unfaithful, that she could just put that part of her life behind her.

More likely, it was that she hadn't had a real opportunity to stray, not that she'd tried very hard. The first weekend Glenn was gone, she saw a movie with some of the navy wives, went to a "party" that her friend Joann threw. The cruises always started this way-the wives got together often, keeping an eye on each other-but then things happened, trips back home, work pressures, new acquaintances. Particularly new acquaintances. In the midst of it, she'd made a run over by Alameda beach, hoping to get together with Chuck, but it was late in the afternoon and he wasn't anywhere around.

She'd thought about going down to Kelly's bar, but she hadn't been in the mood to have just any guy flirt with her. She was lonely for just one man, the one she loved, and she knew talking or dancing with another guy who just wanted to pick her up wasn't what she wanted. So, despite the loneliness of the apartment at night, she'd stayed home working on a jigsaw puzzle of a California mission.

And there she was, trying to find the piece with the pink flowers that had a strange shaped nib when the phone rang. She picked it up, and it was Chuck! "Hi, how are you?" she asked. "I was just thinking of you, wondering if you were ever going to call."

"I've tried a few times, but you weren't home, or it was busy."

"Well, what's going on?"

"Not much. School started this week. I've got senior classes, and they're a real bummer. How have you been?"

"Okay, I guess. A little bored. Work's the same."

"Well, listen, could I come over some time?" he asked.

"Sure. What are you doing tomorrow night?" She wanted to ask him over right now, but it was after 9:00, and she was afraid he'd have to leave quickly. It was a school night.

After she hung up, she dithered for a moment, then decided to draw a bath and get ready for bed. As she stroked her legs with the rusty razor, wondering why she was bothering, she reviewed the "agreement" she had with Glenn. He'd insisted she didn't need to be faithful to him, that it was okay for her to see other guys, and in return, she'd said he could go to bed with some of the prostitutes in the Philippines. Then she started thinking about Chuck, and began looking forward to the next night, the opportunity to play games with him again, have his company. Knowing that she'd have a companion the next night, she dropped off to a dreamless sleep.

Mr. Donegal, her boss, came over to her keypunch machine the next day and asked, "Would you mind staying a little later tonight? We could use the help."

"Oh." She remembered her "date" with Chuck, but also that she still owed the company some time to make up for Mr. Donegal's kindness just before Glenn shipped out. "Well, I've sort of got plans right after work, sir."

"Can you postpone them, Steph? We're really behind."

She considered the request, or was it an order? But she couldn't reach Chuck, and if she didn't show he'd be left standing there.

"What if I came in early tomorrow morning? Would that do?"

"Sure, we can make that work." Mr. Donegal was a darling, he always tried to make everyone happy. "Tell you what, can you be here at six?" She nodded. "And maybe, just a half hour later tonight?" Reluctantly, not seeing a way out, she agreed.

After work, she drove hurriedly to the rendezvous, hoping that Chuck hadn't thought she'd stood him up, was still waiting for her. Sure enough, he was sitting on the grass, his back to a palm tree, and he sauntered over to the car and hopped in. "Sorry I'm late, they made me work overtime."

"Don't sweat it. I'm hungry." They decided to stop at a Chinese takeout, and when Stephanie began to get her wallet out of her purse, Chuck stopped her. "Let me buy, okay?"

"No, you don't have to."

"Please, guys always buy dinner on dates, don't they?"

"Sure." He really was a nice guy, wasn't he?

They drove up to the apartment, and as Steph got the plates out, Chuck looked at the uncompleted jigsaw puzzle. "Been keeping yourself busy, huh? Need some help on it?"

For the next forty-five minutes, they sat on the floor, eating the sweet and sour chicken, and searched for pieces of the puzzle. Their hands would often meet as they hunted, and a few times their thighs would bump under the coffee table; neither thought much of the friendly touches. Finally, they were done with the repast, and Steph stepped over him to take the dishes to the sink. Playfully, she rubbed his thigh with a bare foot. While she cleaned the food up, Chuck continued to work on the puzzle. The phone rang, it was one of her navy wife friends, Joann.

"Hey, do you want to go to a movie tomorrow night?"

"Sure," Steph responded. They made plans to meet at the theatre.

There were only 60 pieces or so of the puzzle left, and it looked like they'd finish it in no time. Steph came back over to the table, and playfully sat on the floor in front of Chuck, so that he had to reach around her to complete the task. While he was using his eyes to search the remaining pieces, he easily rested his hand on Steph's shoulder. Fifteen minutes later, Chuck reached over her to place the final piece into its slot, and they clasped hands in congratulations.

She slumped back, resting her head against Chuck's shoulder, and sighed, "Boy, I'm tired, it's been a long week." He began to rub her temples, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the attention. After a few moments, he changed to stroking her neck, and then the bare skin below her throat, just above the first button of her blouse. For the first time, the caresses changed from simply friendly to exploratory. Stephanie considered getting up, bringing the titillation to a halt, but she was enjoying it too much; she let him continue. He fingered the edges of the fabric, tracing the border, and still Steph let him continue, her eyes closed, making no objection, but at the same time, not encouraging him either. When he slid the first button from the hole, she still failed to obstruct his progress, and he slid his hand under the cloth, feeling the sensitive skin where the shoulders met the breasts. Soon his fingers were attempting to reach to the bra, but the opening was still too small to allow him full access.

For the first time, Steph moved. It was a very simple gesture with a very clear meaning-she unbuttoned the second button, then placed her hands on his thighs. Chuck moved his hand under her blouse and stroked the skin that met the bra, then fingered the silky fabric. He was still constricted by the blouse, so he casually undid the rest of the buttons and slid the front open. When he went back to stroking her skin, languidly enjoying the sensation and the view over her shoulder to her cleavage, she remembered how little experience he'd had in the arts of romance. This might be the first time he'd ever seen a woman in a bra! He seemed to be enjoying himself, gently cupping a breast, stroking her belly, sniffing her hair, occasionally making a foray into the waistband of her slacks, She allowed him the boon, relaxing, not moving, letting him caress her. Before long, he was nibbling an earlobe. She twisted her neck and they were kissing gently, brief meetings of the lips, touching their tongues together, tasting the sweetness. For long minutes they cautiously held their mouths together, and then the busses became rougher, deeper. For the first time his hand delved inside her bra, tweaking her nipple, exploring the smoothness of feminine skin.

Most of Stephanie's emotions were concerned with enjoying the attention, the petting, but another, separate part of her brain was considering the options. If she let this go any further, they'd be making love again. She was sure that's what he wanted, but did she? Did she need him in her bed again? Would it be cruel not to let him make love to her? What about his innocence, his youth? There was still her husband, did he really mean what he said about her needs, her desires? She was confused between the craving and the trespass.

She broke off the kisses, raised and strolled to the refrigerator. "Do you want anything, a coke?" she asked, opening the door and letting the light spill onto her body in the dusky light.

"Yeah, sure," he huskily replied.

Steph got the bottle out and closed the door. She poured the soft drink into a couple of glasses and placed ice cubes in them, considering all the while what she should do, balancing her objections against her desires. Walking back to the boy, she realized her body glowed in the remaining light from the picture window, the whiteness of her bra shining phosphorescently. His longing gaze excited her, increased her lust. She made up her mind.

She placed the glasses on the coffee table, letting him gaze inside the folds of her blouse, and then stripped it from her shoulders. Gracefully, she lowered her slacks, pulling them from her shins, and she stood in front of her lover. He gaped at her, the brightness of the bra and panties contrasting with the skin darkened by the fading light. "Do you want to go into the bedroom?" she offered. He took her hand, and followed her into the dark bedroom.

They could barely see each other. 'This', Stephanie decided, 'is how I want it to be.' She reached to Chuck, pulled the shirt off his arms, and unzipped his pants and made him sit on the side of the bed while she pulled his shoes, socks and then slacks off of him. She climbed onto the mattress and he joined her.

She curled into his arms, and they resumed. As he fumbled with the clasp of her bra, she kissed his eyelids, forehead and nose. When the fastener refused to give way to his inexperienced maneuvers, she reached behind her and performed the magic of unhooking it. He began to kiss the small of her throat, then further down, taking the loose bra off of her, investigating the swell of her breast, lifting the heavy globe in his hand, pulling at the nipple.

She stroked his neck, then his back, and reached inside his underwear to take his erectness in her palm, petting it. After her initiative, he put his fingers on her panties above her pussy and applied friction, kneading her sensitive area with his knuckles. He wanted to excite her, please her, participate in the act of love.

Steph flipped to her back and pulled him on top of her. Their crotches met, protected from full contact by the twin cloths separating them, but he applied pressure, and mocked the movements of love. This was what she wanted, the excitement of the body's touching, but not locked, and she held his hips to her, reveling in the tension. It wasn't enough to bring her to orgasm, but it prepared her, and she pushed his head down to suckle on her nipples, twisted her groin so she could pull her panties off, and when she was naked, she pushed his head further down.

He wasn't sure what she wanted, still being a virgin in this respect, but he was inventive, and he'd read a few articles in dirty magazines, so he took a guess and started licking around the edges, tasting the moisture emanating from her innards, exploring the crevice. He tried, he really did, but without education and experience, he had little chance of satisfying the woman. But she was aware of his dearth and stretched the lips wide, exposing the button she needed him to irritate. He began to explore the newly opened territory with finger and lip, once in awhile hitting the mark, more often missing it. Still she wanted it, so she placed a finger directly on the clit and said, "Right here, baby." Once he'd been given a road map, he followed it and licked her button while she responded with moans and slight pushes into his mouth.

'What would she do if I bit it?' he wondered, and so he experimented. The additional friction was what she needed, and it set her over the edge. Lightning struck the depths of her mind, and her throat growled like thunder. Over and over again the orgasm swept over her, through her. Slowly the vibrations receded, and still Chuck licked and nibbled her nubbin until it no longer excited her, but started to rub her the wrong way. She pulled an arm, and he laid on top of her. She reached down and pulled the elastic of his waistband down, as far as she could reach, then he took over and kicked off his briefs. They were both exposed to each other now, he between her legs, the rod of his manhood inches from her chasm, feeling the heat of their desire.

"Come on, sweetheart, nice and slow." She placed his tip just below her button and was gratified to feel him ease into her, slightly at first, just a hint of fullness between the legs, then a little more, sliding gently into her, just a bit at a time.

Chuck had been waiting for this moment for weeks, since the first time he'd been with her. Then it had been sudden, explosive, and he'd wondered, afterwards, just what it had been like. This time he wanted to make it last, experience the sensations, so he held himself above her and entered her slowly, feeling the heat of her womb surround him, letting himself go deeper and deeper until he finally seemed to be buried in her and his pelvis bone met hers. Still he pushed, trying to see if he could get further, and when he was sure he couldn't, he pulled out until he'd disengaged and began the process of entering her again. Five times he performed the maneuver, amazed at the way the bottom of his penis warmed each time he sunk in, reveling in the sensation of the tip hitting a yielding barrier at the end of the stroke.

The fifth time, instead of pulling out, he stayed within her, barely moving his pelvis, and pressed himself upon her, concentrating first on the crush of her breasts under his chest, then on the sensation of the smooth legs surrounding his hips, how she kept her heels on the bedspread, listening to her breathing into his ear, and then, while his rod was deep within her orifice, he kissed her, placing his tongue deeply within her mouth, mimicking above what he was doing to her below.

Stephanie wondered at his hesitation. Glenn never treated her this way, and certainly Jim, her only other lover, had been in such a hurry to bring himself off their one time together that she barely felt what was happening. She reveled in the gentleness of Chuck's approach, and when he kissed her she sucked his tongue, letting him feel the roof of her mouth. Together they concentrated on the locking of their bodies, above and below. They broke the kiss, possibly because they were running out of oxygen, and she heard him whisper, "God, this is so great!"

"Yes, baby, it sure is. Now, do me, slowly." As he began slow in and out movements, rolling a bit from left to right and then back with each stroke, she concentrated on the feeling of being alternately filled then emptied, and relished the ending of the movement, when he was as far inside of her as he could get. At that point, his pelvic bone pressed down on her clitoris, and stretched the skin around it, rubbing it. She made one small adjustment with her left foot, and the pressure became even greater, more enjoyable. She realized that she was going to come again, and she gave her secret away first by panting in her lovers ear, then by strongly tensing her vaginal muscles, and the rosy glow spread over her body and through her very existence.

Chuck realized he was exciting the woman with his movements, satisfying her, and concentrating on what was happening below him, within her, he felt the vibration begin in the lower extremities. He tried to will it back, to make it cease, but it was too strong for him; continuing to stroke first out then in, he felt the sperm explode strongly, flooding the woman and fogging his brain at the same time. He reveled in the rapture, spilling more into her with each succeeding push, sending strong shocks through his legs to his toes, until fifteen or twenty impulses later, only remnants seeped from him. Stephanie stopped moaning, laid still holding onto him, and he sank onto her. For minutes, they stayed there, kissing, hugging.

In unison, they rolled onto their sides. Chuck's penis was still firm enough to fill her, they managed to stay locked during the maneuver. She gently touched his neck, his hairless chest, kissed a nipple. He fondled her hair with one hand and a breast with the other. "Is that," he wondered out loud, "what it's all about?"

"Uh-huh, baby, that's it. God it was great for me, the best I've ever had."

"Really?" He was astounded. It had been so easy, so natural, and yet, somehow, it was better than the best thing that had ever happened to him.

"Really!" she responded truthfully. For twenty minutes they continued to play with each other, their bodies linked, and Chuck began to respond again, the rigidity which had never really left returning to its previous iron-like state, and he began to push once more in and out of her.

"Oh, you're not done yet, are you?" she smiled. And she twisted until she was on top of him. This time, it was she who controlled the pace, and she was in no rush. Up and down she rode, back and forth, circling, pleasuring herself and him in the process. She fondled his face, his arms, behind her to his balls just below her opening that he was filling. She sat straight up on him, then sank so that her tits were being excited by his skin with each push, back up with her feet on top of her shoulders, causing him to be as deep in her as he could possibly go, then back again to a kneeling position.

He could barely see her in the darkness, but he could smell her, and taste and feel her, and he took advantage of the situation, storing the memory of this night, one of the best in his life. A few times he thought he might orgasm again, but each time she shifted so that he receded from the precipice. When she began to breathe shallowly and then moan, he knew that she was satisfying herself again with his help, and when she was done he twisted her around until he was on top again, and this time he was so close that he rammed in and out of her, as hard as he could, until once again he spewed into her, less sperm than before, of course, but no less intensely.

This time, they broke from each other, lying sweating and panting, touching each other slightly, completely contented. At last, she broke the silence. "What time do you have to be home?"

"Ten."

She picked up the alarm clock and peered at it in the near blackness. "It's nine forty-five. Whew, we've been going at it for more than an hour and a half."

"Is that a long time?"

"Yeah, sometimes you do it for just a few minutes. It's best, though, when you take your time, like we did tonight." She bent over and kissed him gratefully, and he responded by pinching a nipple, sending a bolt through her one more time. "Stop that," she teased, "or you'll never get home."

They dressed in the darkness, identifying the clothing by touch, playing with each other unashamedly. They held hands down the stairs and got into the car. On the drive, she took his hand and placed it between her legs, letting him feel her pussy and she felt his semi-hard prick when she didn't need to shift.

As they drove to the drop-off point near his home, it was she that proposed the next meeting. "Tomorrow night?"

"Sure. About 5:30, like tonight?"

"I'll try, but my boss wants me to put in some overtime. I might be later than that. Try to wait for me, okay?"

They kissed, and he got out of the car and walked down the street. Steph watched his ass as he passed under a street light.

The alarm clock rang, as it always did, at 20 minutes to eight. Steph got out of bed, brushed her teeth and performed her other morning duties. Discovering that she was a little sore in the groin, she smiled when she remembered the exercise that caused the strain. She hunted around in her lingerie drawer for one of her better bra and panty sets.

When she walked into the keypunch room, five minutes early for her 8:30 starting time, Mr. Donegal walked up to her, wearing an unpleasant expression. "Where have you been?" he asked, a little angrily.

Then she remembered! She was supposed to come in early, at 6:00. "Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I just forgot, that's all. I'll work through my lunch hour."

"You sure will. And you'll work late tonight, too."

"Yes, sir," she agreed meekly, realizing that her job was on the line.

When quitting time passed, she was still sitting at her keypunch machine, diligently pressing the keys, and Mr. Donegal came up to her, his briefcase in his hand. "Sorry I was so rough on you this morning, Steph."

"Oh, it was all my fault. I'm really sorry."

"That's okay. How long can you work tonight?"

"Would 7:00 be all right? Then I can come in again tomorrow, if you want me to."

"That'll be fine. I'll meet you here at 9:00?"

"Yes, sir. Have a nice night."

"You too. See you in the morning."

Steph continued reading from the paper and punching cards, concentrating on not making mistakes, but worrying about Chuck with another part of her mind. Would he wait for her? When 7:00 came, she turned the machine off and packed up. With relief, she saw Chuck was still waiting for her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. My boss made me work, hope you weren't bored."

"I'm fine."

"Have you had dinner?" she asked.

"Yeah, what about you?"

"I'm okay, not very hungry."

"What do you want to do tonight?" he asked as they sped out of Alameda.

"The same thing you want to, I'll bet." And once again, her hand was in his lap. "Unless you're bored with that?" She watched him smile when he realized he was going to get laid again. They kissed at a stoplight, getting a honk in sympathy from a carload of guys behind them. As she unlocked the front door, Chuck boldly put his hand on her ass. There was no question about preliminaries-after she got soft drinks, they walked directly into the bedroom.

"Take your clothes off," she asked, "I want to watch you." The emotions she felt weren't quite love, not like she felt for Glenn, but they were tender, and quite strong. She sat on the bed as he quickly complied, blushing a little as she observed him pull his briefs down, letting his hard on spring into the air. "Come lie down," she requested, and he did that, too. She still had her skirt and blouse on, and she lay beside him and they kissed. "Chuck," she asked, as she gently stroked the proffered tool, "is there anything you'd like me to do tonight? Anything you're thinking about?"

He had been thinking all day, as he sat in class, about what this night might hold for him, and he had his fantasies. Many young men would fear that their dreams would be childish to an older woman, but Steph held his trust, and he felt he could tell her anything. "Yeah, two things, really."

"Tell me."

"Well, remember the other night, when you picked me up and took me over to the beach?"

She remembered. She'd wanted to make love to him, but there wasn't an opportunity, so she'd done the next best thing. "You mean when I gave you a blow job?"

"Yeah."

"You want another one of those?"

"Uh-huh." He looked a little like a puppy with a new toy.

"What else?"

"Well, if you don't want to do this, it's okay, but . . . . "

As he hesitated, she wondered what it could be. She already said she was going to give him head. Could it be dirtier than that? She'd heard about people tying each other up; that wasn't going to happen. Not up her ass! No way, she'd never let Glenn anywhere near that, and she wasn't ever going to either. Was this guy, this kid, perverted?

". . . well, I've never really seen you close up down there, and I was sort of hoping I could go down and look at you."

Relief poured through her. "You just want to look? Not do anything else to it?" she teased.

"Well, yeah, I mean . . .

She giggled. "Oh, you'll take care of me, don't worry. Now, let's see, where should I start?" She decided to do the tough one first, and she began by kissing him on the lips, then moving down to his chest, where she titillated his boyish nipples, getting them to rise, and then down to his navel. As she stuck her tongue into the small hole, she dropped her hand to the sac below his penis. It was smooth, almost hairless, and the nuts within seemed a little softer than Glenn's. In a moment she twisted around to where she was kneeling between his legs, his balls still in her left hand, and she was gently stroking the underside of the penis with her right thumb, hard.

Suddenly, the ringing of the telephone disturbed them. "Ignore it," she said, and continued to fondle him. Five or six rings later, the intrusion halted. He responded to her touch, and she could see drops of pre-cum seep from the end. She liked looking at his dick. He was circumcised, just like Glenn was, and she decided the boy's prick was a little whiter, and maybe just a little thinner than Glenn. It hadn't felt like it last night. It filled her enough, more than enough, but it was interesting to compare. Soon she was licking it, firmly, all the way from the base to the tip, just the way Glenn liked. As she reached the top, she tasted the first drips, and decided that it wasn't gross, after all. Soon, it was in her mouth, and she was bobbing her head up and down, trying to get him to release. It didn't take long, he'd been dreaming about this all day, and soon she could feel the throbbing that indicated imminent release. Stephanie was planning to jump off at the last second, but Chuck did something Glenn had never thought of-in his excitement he put his hand on top of Steph's hair and pushed down. As he started to erupt, Steph could have let loose only by violent reaction, but she found, surprisingly, that she didn't want to, didn't mind the sudden filling of her mouth. She let him come, sucked it from him, stayed with him. In the midst of it, she tasted it. It was as if she'd never done that before, never tasted Glenn's sperm, and she found that buried somewhere in the stickiness there was a little sweetness, licorice perhaps. She decided, right then and there, that she liked the taste, and thought that when Glenn finally came home, she'd do that to him, and see if there was some variation, a slightly different flavor.

He was done, and Steph released him. She got a tissue out and spit some of the come into it, but she swilled a little bit in her mouth, swallowed a touch of it. It wasn't so bad. She bent down to kiss Chuck let him taste himself, and he seemed to like her new flavoring.

After she sipped a glass of water from the bathroom, she asked, "So, which do you like better, the blow job or being inside me?"

"I don't know. You're hotter down there, but maybe it's a little wetter in your mouth. I like them both."

"Good answer, so do I," she chuckled. "Well, now for your second wish." The bedroom, with the curtained window facing east, away from the setting sun was beginning to grow dark, so Steph clicked the sidelight on, then traveled to the end of the bed, in front of the dressing table mirror. Chuck reclined below her, and intently gazed at her as she began disrobing. First she unbuttoned the cuffs of her scarlet blouse, then, hesitating only a little for effect, she opened the front and revealed the black lace of her bra enclosing the swell of her breasts. Soon the blouse was shucked onto the top of the dresser. The side of her gray skirt was unzipped, and it joined the blouse. She placed her right foot on the bed, unclasped the fasteners of her garter and slipped the nylon from her leg. Following suit, the other nylon was removed, and then the garter belt was stripped away, leaving her only in bra and panties. "Is this all you wanted to see," she teased, playing with the elastic waistband, "or should I take some more off?"

"Take it all off," he pleaded.

She turned her back to him, reached around and expertly unhooked the bra. Ever so slowly, she removed the straps from her shoulders, realizing that he was not only to see her back, but her front as well, reflected in the mirror. She didn't tease him too long, but removed the material from her bosom. She stood there, watching him in the mirror, letting him stare at her proud breasts and nipples, erect with excitement. She turned slowly, allowing him a silhouette before he was treated to the front view of her almost naked torso. He'd seen all this before, of course, the exposed bosom in the bathtub on their first date, and the panties revealed nothing that her bikini didn't show, the soft arch of the mound subtly protruding from her belly, curving back between the exposed legs, but, of course, this was all subtly different. He desired, needed, to view what was hidden by the flimsy black fabric.

Once again, they were interrupted by the insistent clamor of the telephone. "Let me go get that," she told him, "or whoever it is will be bothering us all night." She strolled into the living room and picked the receiver up. "Hello?"

"Stephanie, it's Joann. We're all over here at the movies. What are you doing there? We're all worried about you."

Suddenly, Steph remembered the appointment she'd agreed to. "Oh, I had to work late, and then, well, I just sort of forgot about it. I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired, that's all. I'm going to watch a little television and go to bed early."

"Okay. Do you want to do something tomorrow?"

"No, I've got to work again. And I'm reading a good novel right now. Why don't we get together during the week? I'll call you." And she hurriedly hung the phone up.

Returning to the bedroom in her state of near undress, she thought about Chuck, what she was going to do for him. It was odd, she thought, that he'd had both of his heads buried between her legs, but never had the opportunity to closely inspect the anatomy. Chuck looked at her longingly when she entered the room, and she resumed her position at the foot of the bed. "Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, fine. It was just one of my girlfriends. Are you ready for some more?" She didn't wait for his answer, but turned her back to him and slowly lowered the last vestige of her clothing, allowing him to see her rear end. She kept her legs tightly together, hiding her most secret part for a few more moments, and he sat up on the bed, attempting to view her front in the mirror. Quickly she realized his ruse, and figleafed her pubic hair with both of her hands. Again she turned to face him, and she observed his excitement, not only in his quickly hardening erection, but more importantly, in the glow of his eyes. First one hand was removed, allowing him to view the edges of the bush, and then the other, and at long last he gazed at her complete nakedness. She wasn't finished teasing him, though, and spread her legs, slightly at first, then wider. He could gaze at the hair spilling down into her groin, and a bright patch of exposed skin deep within the bush. Again she turned, keeping her limbs stretched wide. Only one last thrill awaited him, and she didn't make him wait long. Placing her hands on the edges of the dresser, she bent at the waist, pushing the mystery towards him, exposing it for his inspection.

After a full 30 seconds, she straightened back up, strolled to the side of the bed and sat down near his head, angled slightly towards him, her legs once again closed, hiding all but the hair covered mound from him. "Was that what you wanted?" A nod. "Are you done?"

"I guess so." He thought she was trying to tell him she was done exposing herself, but she was just teasing.

"You're sure you don't want to see some more?" And with that, she placed a hand over her crotch and lifted her left leg onto the bed.

He wanted to inspect it from just a few inches, to touch it, to explore. "Yes, I do."

"What's the magic word?"

"Please." And with the utterance, she removed the obstruction and lay back. For a full minute he beheld her, memorizing the folds of her skin, the way the lips enclosed the opening he knew existed but was currently hidden, the coarse strands of hair camouflaging it.

Stephanie let him look as long as she could stand it, then wanted more. "Chuck, touch me."

Tentatively, he placed his index finger on her nether lips, watching what happened as he stretched her wide, observing the hint of pinkness hiding within. He traced the labia, and then exposed the now engorged clitoris. He felt her shudder when he groped it, and asked, "That's what you like me to rub, isn't it?"

She'd had enough of the preliminaries, and desired more. "Yes, that's it, my clit. Make me feel good, please, make me come!"

He stroked it, watched her arch her back, saw how the whole area became slightly darker as she became excited. With his other hand he poked a finger into the depths, and when he withdrew, he saw the thin white paste that coated the digit. He wanted to please her, so he quickened the movements, rubbing and circling the button, pounding in and out of her-she screamed loudly in her pleasurable release. He kept it up, and she gyrated her hips, not concerned that a man who wasn't her husband was violating her, looking at her ultimate recess. All she cared about was the heat between her legs, the bright flashes within her head. When, despite his continuing efforts, the thunderstorm receded, she realized that she'd never been able to come with Glenn like she did with this inexperienced cub and wondered why.

Chuck withdrew his aching fingers from the depths, and on a whim licked the area, tasting the escaping liquids. Steph reached to his prick, and felt once again the hardness, the smoothness, and decided on one more treat for him. "Chuck, stand beside the bed, will you?"

He didn't know why she wanted him to do that, but by now he trusted her, would do whatever she wanted. Steph placed two pillows at the edge of the mattress, then placed her ass on them, raising it a good foot above the surface, angling her femininity towards him. "Come to me, dear." He complied, and she put her hands between her legs, grabbed his prick and placed it directly at the opening. "Watch it, Chuck, look at it as it goes into me." He was at the exact perfect height, and had only to press his hips towards her to impale her. As he had the night before, he slowly entered her, enjoying the spectacle of his pink rod mingle with her blushing lips and dark hair. Still observing, he withdrew, gazing at the closure of the folds as he slipped out of her. Once again he repeated the display, and the third time Steph encircled his waist with her long, strong legs. "Faster, baby, faster," she implored.

She was aware she was satiated, that there were no more orgasms waiting for her, but she didn't care about that, she wanted him to satisfy himself within her.

He grabbed the underside of her thighs, and used the leverage to help him push in and out of her. Her voice implored him, "let it go, baby, do it," and he did. This time, he felt a tingling beginning in his nipples and wondered at the power within him. He closed his eyes, and grunted sharply with each stroke as he spent deeply inside of her. When there was nothing left, he spread his eyelids and welcomed the lewdness of the woman below him, her hair spread upon the coverlet, her nostrils flared, her lips opened in satisfaction, the rosiness of her throat, the breasts separating from each other, the flatness of her belly, the dark patch of hair mingling with his. He knew, for the first time in his life, the tenderness, even rapture, that can ride on top of lust. He placed his hands to the side of her shoulders and bent to gently kiss his lover.

She wanted this token of affection and they clasped each other, spooning, until he softened and she could no longer hold him inside of her. He slipped out, and she realized how sticky the skin around her groin was, doused in the escaping sperm and remnants of perspiration. "I'm dirty," she announced. "Let's take a bath together?"

"Okay."

"Relax there until I get it ready." She traversed to the bathroom, and drew the bathwater, mingling two capfuls of bubble bath with the stream from the faucet. While the tub was filling, she went into the living room and retrieved three candles. She placed them on the sink, the top of the toilet, and the side of the tub. The hot water was inches from the overflowing, and she called to him. When he entered the small room, he found her leaning licentiously over to extract clean towels. "Get in," she gently commanded, and he sank into the bubbles. She climbed in, her back to him, and reclined onto his chest. He encircled her with his arms, pouring water over her shoulders, clutching a breast. For well over half an hour they sat together, playing with each other, not in fervor, but contentment. When the water cooled, they refreshed it with more from the hot tap, increasing the temperature until they were nearly boiling. When the flame of one of the candles winked out, they realized time was passing, and they cleansed each other and rinsed.

As they reluctantly covered themselves they looked at a clock-it was nearly 11:00. "Oh, my mom's gonna kill me!" Chuck exclaimed.

"You can't stay out late on a Friday night?"

"They're pretty strict, sometimes."

Quickly they drove back to Alameda, and discussed the morrow's plans. "Can I come over tomorrow morning?" he asked.

"I'd love it if you did," she answered, "but I've got to work. I don't know what time I'll get out. I want to get some sun tomorrow, too. Why don't we meet on the beach? Maybe two or three o'clock?"

Near his house, she pulled into a side street, and they kissed a few more times in the darkness, petted a bit more, before he got out and walked away. On the way back, Steph realized she hadn't written her daily letter to Glenn, but she was too tired now; she'd write two to him tomorrow.

Mr. Donegal had assembled four keypunchers to take care of the backlog, and when Steph entered the office the next morning, the smell of coffee and the sight of doughnuts greeted her. He could be really nice, she thought of her boss.

The work went quickly, and at noon they sent out for sandwiches. By two, the work was finished, and they were all wishing each other a nice weekend. Steph drove back to the apartment and packed for the beach. She wondered what she should wear, and decided on a blue one-piece suit with a padded bra. She found a parking spot and trundled down to the sand, placing her towel in a relatively calm area. She cracked a beer, applied suntan oil to her arms and legs, and then laid back. Twenty minutes later, she felt a shadow cover her and heard his voice, "You really look great!"

"Thank you, it's good to hear. I've got a towel for you, get yourself a beer." He lay beside her, facing her, and kissed her.

"People will talk," she laughed, but didn't stop him from stealing another one. They chatted, then Steph decided it was time to flip. "Be a dear and put some more oil on me, okay." He spread it over her shoulders, and slipped a hand inside the side of her suit, feeling the edge of a breast. She giggled, but moved her arm to make him stop.

"How about your legs?"

"Please." He started down by her ankles and worked up.

"Your legs are hairy."

It was the first thing he'd ever said to her that was remotely uncomplimentary, and it took Steph by surprise. "I'll shave them when we get home." He continued up her legs, to the rear of her knees and up her thighs. Right at the top he paused, then put a hand between her legs, pushing hard on her pussy. "Stop that!" she exclaimed. "What are you trying to do, let the whole world know what we're doing?"

"I don't care."

"Well, I do," she responded, "and you should, too."

He pulled his hand away, and laid back down beside her. For fifteen minutes they soaked up the sun, she almost dozed off, and then she felt his leg on top of her butt. "Let's go back to your place," he suggested.

"Let's wait awhile. I'm enjoying this. Get back on your towel."

He complied, but still laid on his side, facing her.

"Hey, Steph, they're gonna have homecoming in three weeks, and my mom is wondering who I'm gonna take to the dance."

"Is there a girl you like?" Did he think she was going to be jealous?

"Yeah, there is."

"Well, go ahead and invite her."

"It's you, Steph. You want to go with me?"

She raised herself up on her elbows, took off her sunglasses and looked him directly into his eyes. "Are you inviting me to a high school dance?"

"Yeah, you want to go?"

For a second, she flared. This was impossible! Then she remembered how young he was, how little he knew about life, how simple it must be to him. She took a deep breath, and then started, "Chuck, I can't. I'm a married woman. You're underage. If anyone found out what we were doing, there'd be hell to pay. You understand?"

He thought about it for a few seconds. "I don't see why anyone would care."

"Does your mother know where you've been spending your nights?"

"No, not really."

"How come?"

"If you want me to tell her, I will."

"That's not it, honey, you can't tell her. I don't think she'd approve of this, do you?"

"No, I guess not."

"And, babe, if she did find out, we'd have to stop."

"I could come live with you."

This was getting further and further out of hand. "What would you do when my husband got back?"

"Well, maybe. . ."

"There's no maybes here, Chuck. I like you, but I love my husband. And when he comes back, we'll be done."

"Steph, I've been wondering something."

"What?"

"Well, would your husband be upset with me if he knew what was going on?"

"I don't know. Don't worry about it."

"But . . ."

"Don't worry about it, I said." She turned on her side, away from him, ending the conversation. A few minutes later, he told her he was going to take a walk.

When he was gone, Steph thought about what it was she was doing. How long could it go on until someone, his parents, her friends, found out about the two of them and made a fuss? Was it worth it? And then she remembered how hard she'd orgasmed the last two nights, and decided she didn't want to know the answer, not yet.

Half an hour later, Chuck came back with hot dogs and french fries. "Thought you might be hungry." The kindness between them returned. After the snack was consumed, Steph said, "Come on, let's go home."

On the ride back, Chuck rubbed her legs, and asked, "You going to shave your legs when we get back?"

"Yeah, I guess so, if you want me to."

"Can I watch?"

Nobody had ever watched her shave her legs. Glenn didn't seem to care. It could be interesting, she thought. "Okay." As they walked up the stairs, Chuck put his hand on her neck, and she didn't make him take it away. Then, as she was getting the keys out of her purse, he patted her butt. She felt the desire returning, gave him a smile.

After they'd dumped all the stuff on the floor, she went into the bathroom and he tried to follow her. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To watch you."

"First, I'm going to pee, and I'm not going to let you see that!"

"Oh, sorry."

She closed the door, dropped the bathing suit to her ankles, and relieved her bladder. As she sat there, she thought about the logistics of this new game they were about to play. Should she put her suit back on? She didn't want to, it was beginning to chafe. Maybe a bra and panties? Did she have something she wouldn't mind getting wet? Oh, hell, look what she'd let him see at last night, would letting him get another good gander really matter? Guess not.

She flushed, and cracked the door. "Hey, get a robe for me out of the bedroom, okay?" She poured a few inches of hot water into the tub, and he entered to see her bending down, her ass in the air. "If you're gonna watch, you have to take your clothes off, too." When she turned around, he was as nude as she was, and his dick was sticking straight up into the air. It didn't matter, she wasn't going to take care of that right now.

She got the shaving soap out, and the old double-edged Gillette razor she always used. She looked at the blade, and it seemed to be dull, so she replaced it. Then she sat on the edge of the tub, applied the soap to her left leg, the one closest to Chuck, now sitting on the toilet, and began to shave the lower part of it. He watched her in silence, and when she reached the top of her leg, she left perhaps a half-inch of curls below the crease where the leg turned into the crotch. She turned her back to the boy, and shaved the other leg. Then she stood up, and let him look at the result. "Are you done?" he asked.

"Yeah! You look surprised."

"Well, I thought you'd take care of the rest of the leg. I could see some hair when you had your swimsuit on, that's all."

She looked down. The stray hairs did seem to be creeping down a little far, but she couldn't tell from this angle. "Get the hand mirror for me, would you?" She watched his cute butt go out, and then his now flagging dick come back in. 'I guess this isn't as exciting as he thought it would be,' she thought. She accepted the mirror, and placed it in front of her, where she could see her crotch reflected. It really was pretty hairy down there, she guessed. "Okay, I'll shave it back a little bit, okay?" Once again, she got herself nice and wet and put some more shave cream on. She worked on the area, creating a nice fine line where the swimsuit would end, and was very careful further down between her legs; she didn't want to chance cutting the sensitive skin. She splashed most of the cream off, then turned around for Chuck's inspection. "Better?"

"Yeah, lot's better. But it still seems awful high around here." He touched the locks just below her belly button. Once again, she shaved and when she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror again. He was right! She seemed much more attractive with the inch or so of dark hair removed.

She was streaked from waist to toe with the residue of the cream. "I'm going to shower this off. You want to come in?"

"Sure."

She started the water flowing and then pulled the button that diverted it up to the nozzle. First she aimed it towards her legs and crotch, watching the soap and loose hairs flow down the drain. Then she grabbed the sponge and the bar of Dial and handed it to Chuck. "Wash me, please." He started on her shoulders and back, getting her nice and soapy, then went down to her butt, and upper legs. She turned around, and let him play with her front. When he rubbed the breasts, particularly her nipples, it felt good, sexy. Further he went, to her newly shaved belly, and she raised a leg so he could get all of that, then her other leg. At the end, he put the sponge between her legs and fiddled with her clit. She became quite aroused.

"That's enough, your turn." She took the sponge from him and started with his shoulders, down his chest, and when she reached his groin, she realized that he wasn't quite erect yet. So she stroked it, foregoing the sponge, letting the running water lubricate the rod, and soon he was as hard as he'd ever been. He pulled her to him and they kissed, the deep kiss of lovers, and he tried to put it in her. She helped him the best she could, slipping and sliding on the bath mat, even if she wasn't ready yet, They finally found a position where he could get it half way in. She let him move, trying to cooperate, and soon he was ejaculating. Right in the middle, they slid, almost falling, and he slipped out of her. Steph put her hand down, surrounded him, and tried to simulate the slippery climate of the womb as he released the sperm onto her leg. She held him steady until his breathing slowed and he recovered. Then she smiled at him, kissed him, and they restarted the process of washing each other. When he got back down to her pussy, he tried to stimulate her clitoris, but only succeeded in tickling her-she begged him to stop.

They turned the water off, toweled dry, and she put the robe on and let him wear one of Glenn's. He was hungry again-a single hot dog doesn't satisfy a growing boy for very long-so she whipped up a dish of rice and ground beef. After the plates and cups were washed, they played cards, then turned on the television to watch Love Story on the Saturday Night Movie. It was a comfortable evening, spent in each others arms, thinking about sex and love, and before Ali McGraw succumbed to cancer, they were both dozing.

Later, much later , Steph woke with desire. Chuck was lying beside her, below her, and he seemed to be erect. She kissed his chest, pushing his robe open, and rubbed her breasts on his hard on, exciting them. He roused and began to help her, kissing her, putting a hand down and playing with the clit. Soon, she mounted him, and they slowly made love. He was able to hold off his orgasm until he was sure she was in the throes of hers, and they finished each other off passionately.

It wasn't until then that she realized the television set had passed into a fervor of static, and she went into the kitchen; the clock showed 3:10! "Chuck, we've got to get you home!" They put clothes back on, and she drove him back to the island. He was concerned that his Mom and Dad would be waiting up for him, worried, but when they made a slow pass past the house, everything seemed to be dark.

"Cool, I can sneak in my bedroom window," he told her, "I do it all the time. You want to do something tomorrow?"

They made plans to meet the next afternoon, a final kiss, and he was out the door. On the way home, Steph reflected on the day, and realized that once again she'd failed to send her husband a love note. She took pen and paper out when she got home, but before she got two paragraphs written, she was dozing.

She kept the appointment the next day, waiting for him by the bench near the park, but after she'd waited for an hour, she figured something had happened. She drove past his house, but there didn't seem to be any activity. For two more hours she drove around the neighborhood, looking for him, returning to the bench, stopping at the Dairy Queen he worked at, but there was no sign of him. In the middle of the afternoon, she went back to her apartment, wrote a long letter to Glenn, apologizing for her busyness, and then began a novel she'd been wanting to read.

Over the next week she returned to Alameda time and time again. Why didn't he at least call? At last, she couldn't stand it anymore and looked up his telephone number. When she dialed it a woman answered, and Steph boldly asked if Chuck was home.

"Who's calling, please?"

"Just a friend of his."

"I think I know who you are. You're the woman he's been spending time with, aren't you? Someone said they saw you making out with him on the beach Saturday. Well, Chuck's grounded. He won't tell us your name, and he'll stay grounded until we find out who you are. You've ruined our son, you know, spoiled him. Leave him alone, go away, don't ever see him again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, I do," Stephanie sadly replied.

"If you ever try to see him again, we'll find out, and get you charged with statutory rape and corrupting a minor"

In the background, she heard Chuck's voice yell, "Mom, let me talk to her."

"No," she heard the woman reply, and then she said to Stephanie, "Don't ever call here again!" The phone went dead.

Steph went to the closet, got another jigsaw puzzle out, dumped the contents onto the coffee table, and was surprised to see large drops appear on the pieces.

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