Sometimes we’d sit and talk about nothing at all. Other times we’d talk about the most fundamental of questions: what is love, what is the real nature of God, why do people behave badly when they don’t need to, why is chocolate better than vanilla. “Hi Mike,” she said as she jumped in my car.
“How was school?” I asked.
“Like usual,” she said. “How come you’re picking me up?”
“I volunteered.”
She gave me a funny look obviously waiting for me to say more. Instead I winked and shrugged. Her brow furrowed I could tell she was trying to figure out exactly what was up.
About half way back to the house there is a spot where a creek comes tumbling down the granite rocks, then dives under the road. It is a beautiful little spot and there is room to pull off the road. I did. “Let’s sit by the creek,” I said.
Claire jumped out and went over to sit on the guard rail by the stream. There was a light mist in the air from the stream splashing down on the rocks. Claire was smiling. I had decided that I was going straight to the heart. “I know,” I said.
“Know what?” she asked.
“That you left the bedroom door open on purpose,” I said.
“No,” she said shaking her head.
I went over the whole thing, my checking the door, her waiting for me, her making sure I looked up. By the time I finished she was blushing quite fetchingly, further proof if I needed any. “Claire, I think you were trying to seduce me.”
“So?” she said, trying to sound confident but I could hear the waiver in her voice.
I went for the throat. I told her about the history file and the cache even naming the stories she had read and the movies she had watched. Her eyes got wider and wider. Fear replaced the blush.
“Are you going to tell mom?”
“No way,” I said. “You’re my best researcher. If I tell your mom she might make you stop. I love the stories you find,” I said.
Claire stared at me trying to figure out whether or not I was kidding.
“I’m not teasing. Look, I did the same thing when I was your age. There is nothing wrong with being curious. The problem is my age and not your age.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because,” I said.
“That’s not a good reason,” she said.
“Okay, it’s a lousy reason, but it is a legal reason,” I said.
Claire asked, “Mike if you know about the stories I’ve been reading, you know they are about older guys teaching young women, like us, and how older guys are safer and better.” I nodded. “And I’ve been thinking about us…”
I asked, “Claire, are you sure?” knowing exactly where she was heading.
She nodded. She looked up and I could see just how lovely she was and I could see in her face that she did want to know about physical love, the joy of sex with someone who could teach her those joys.
Recalling that moment, I am again astounded at how easy guys are. I was all prepared to lecture Claire about how this wasn’t a good idea, how society frowned upon it, how it shouldn’t happen, and blah, blah, blah… When I looked at her eyes, her pretty young face looking up at me, yearning for a touch, I fell apart. All that resolve went up in smoke, whoosh, gone.
I leaned down and our lips touched, just touched and it was magic. I pulled away and saw that Claire had a dreamy look on her face.
That was all it took to banish any objections I might have come up with. So much for me taking control and putting a stop to our imminent relationship. Not only hadn’t I put a stop to it, I had transgressed and carried what was nothing but thought and gave it physical expression. Claire was happy. I kissed her again, this time with more passion. She matched my passion and I took her into my arms crushing her to my chest. Her arms went round my neck and she matched the intensity of our clench.
Finally, the kiss ended. Her eyes were sparkling. “I didn’t quite expect that,” I said. “I was supposed to be telling you why this wouldn’t be a good idea.”
“I want to be your girlfriend, Mike,” Claire said.
“I guess I could tell that,” I said. “And I guess the truth is I’d love for you to be my girlfriend.” She laughed in delight. “Serious thing. We can’t let your mom know. She’d have to stop us.”
Claire nodded. “I guess it is good we share the bath so she won’t know.”
“Moms have other ways of knowing,” I said. “We’ll have to be careful around each other. Even secret looks she might see.” I looked at my watch. “We better hurry or your mom will wonder.”
Once in the car, I sped back up the road. I was right. The first thing Naomi asked when we came in was, “Did you have trouble?”
“No, I guess I’m not a lead foot like you.” She gave me a look. I continued, “I’m not used to these twisty roads. The bus was already gone by the time I got there. I’ll speed up once I get used to the roads.”
“Not too fast, flat lander,” she said. Flat lander was a disparaging term for drivers from the flats who drive with ten cars behind them on the twisty mountain roads and never pull over.
“Very funny,” I said.
Naomi turned back into the kitchen and I raised my eyebrows at Claire. She nodded in understanding; we’d have to be very careful.
The rest of the evening was filled with tension, at least for me. Naomi didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. Claire asked to use my computer while Naomi and I watched TV. I looked over a few times and Claire would wink as she ‘worked’ on the computer. I knew she was surfing porn by the glint in her eye. I found myself getting erect just thinking about this whole thing. I had to cross my legs and put my hands in my lap to hide the evidence.
Claire went off to bed, giving me my computer. I noticed it was still on. I excused myself and went to my room. As soon as I opened it the browser came up and a movie started playing. It was a young girl who looked surprisingly like Claire. An older guy came in and typical for the genre, they were undressed and in bed in seconds. Knowing Claire had deliberately left this on for me was incredibly erotic. She was saying, ‘Here I am.’
That’s when the door to the bath opened. Claire was standing there in her robe. “Are you going to take a shower tonight?”
I found my mouth suddenly dry and my insides all aflutter. I nodded.
“Why don’t you join me?” she asked. She tried to put a seductive tone in her voice but she too was nervous and so it sort of squeaked.
I couldn’t help but smile. “We’re quite a pair. Are you as nervous as me?”
“You’re nervous? But Mike, you’ve had girlfriends before.” She sounded genuinely puzzled.
“Claire, Sweetie. Any time you are with a new person I think it is normal to be nervous. I mean, for all sorts of reasons. You want to make a good impression, the unknown, making a goof of yourself, kind of like stage fright. Even experienced actors get stage fright,” I said.
She looked relieved. “Good, ’cuz I am so nervous.” Claire had dropped the fake seductive posture and was just herself.
“In that case, I’d love to join you for a shower.” I stood up and started to take off my shirt. Claire immediately looked a little nervous again but she didn’t take her eyes off as I stripped. I took a deep breath both for effect as well as because I was nervous before I slid off my briefs. My cock popped up and bounced pointing straight at Claire. Her eyes locked onto it.
She said under her breath, “Oh my God.”
I certainly wasn’t any bigger than the cocks she had been watching but I guess seeing it live and close up was different. I followed her into the bath and turned on the shower. Claire was still staring at my cock as I waited for the water to heat up. When it did I said, “You’ll need to take off your robe so we can shower.”
Her head jerked up to look at me, then down at her robe she was clutching. She saw me watching her and blushed. I motioned to the shower. Claire stood motionless. I could see the conflict going on in her head. Finally, she lowered the robe from her shoulders and it slid off and puddled at her feet. She was wearing a wispy pair of panties, maybe as a last second chance to change her mind. She glanced down and smiled. “I guess I have to take them off as well?”
“Well, do you normally wear them in the shower?” I asked.
She giggled, “Of course not, silly.” She took a deep breath, then slid them down over her legs and stepped out of them. I got to see her naked now for the second time. But this time, I wasn’t in any hurry or even surprised.
It was my turn to stare as her blonde hair trailed down over her back and around her arms, her flawless skin shown in the harsh light and contrasted warmly against the cold white of the tile, her eyes sparkled as she finished and stood back up straight. What a sight. I truly was left speechless, an unusual condition for me.
I reached over and tested water to make sure it had heated up and glanced back at the beautiful nymph with me. She noticed me glancing back at her and assumed a seductive pose. She didn’t need it. She was seduction personified.
“You first,” I said and followed her into the shower. I handed her the soap. I smiled, trying to reassure her. I’m sure she had thought about this since it was obviously planned, but I think the reality of a naked man in her shower was a bit more than she had contemplated.
She took a breath and reached up with the soap running it over my chest. “That feels nice,” I said. Claire smiled shyly, but she moved more confidently as she rubbed the soap over a wider and wider area.
She got as far as the belly before saying, “Turn around.” I did and felt her running the soap over my back. I felt her hesitate as she got low on the back, then she did run it down over my butt and down the legs. When she got down to the bottom of my legs, I turned around so that my erection was right at eye level. She looked at it, then up at me. I smiled. She stared at it as it bounced slightly. Then she wrapped a hand around it and ran the soap up and down. I sighed in pleasure. That seemed to break down the last barrier as Claire began running the soap over my cock as her hands stroked back and forth.
It was getting to be pretty good when I heard her say, “You’re done.”
“Not yet,” I said. Claire looked puzzled. I smiled and said, “It was feeling so good I didn’t want it to stop.” I held out my hand for the soap. As she handed it over I said, “Turn around.”
I bent over and kissed her neck, nuzzling her. She closed her eyes and bent her head back and I kissed and nuzzled her neck. Then I rubbed the soap over her neck. I kissed her shoulders, then soaped her up. Down her back, I would kiss a spot then rub the soap. I could see that Claire was tingling from the kisses and the stroking. She tensed a little when I got down to her shapely little butt.
Following the same protocol, I kissed her lovely cheeks then soaped them up. But this was different as well. I ran the bar of soap between her ass cheeks. This wasn’t just sensual anymore: this was sexual and Claire noticed. I felt the muscles under her fine skin tense.
Teasing, I continued down her legs, rubbing and stroking as I lathered her. Once done with the backs, I said huskily, “Turn around sweetie,” for this was getting to me, running my hands over the lovely little nymphet. She turned and I was staring right at her sex. This time I started at the bottom and worked my way up. Her thighs were quivering and her breath was quick as my hands slowly approached her sex.
I worked the soap over her small patch of hair and belly. I could see her anticipation so I decided to let it build. I moved north leaving her sex behind. I could see that she didn’t know whether to be disappointed, aroused, or teased.
Before she could make up her mind, my soapy hands were running over her small well-formed breasts. That took her attention off anything else. Her nipples sprang up into hard little nubbins. I carefully tweaked and rolled them as Claire moaned. She was in the mood now. I turned her into the stream of warm water and rinsed her off, helped by my hands caressing her.
Stepping from the shower, I clasped her in a large soft towel and rubbed her dry, she quickly doing the same to me. Then I led her back to my room. The moon was out and lit the whole valley before us while streaming in through my window. I turned out the lights leaving us standing in the silvery light, her pale skin shining in the moonlight.
“Love you,” I said as I bent down and kissed her. She melted against me, then recoiled. She giggled realizing she had run into my stiff cock which had poked her mid belly. I smiled too. Grabbing her by the ass, I lifted her, her legs wrapped around me as I settled her against my cock.
“Oh,” she said as she realized she was pressing down on my cock. I kissed her, my tongue forcing its way between her lips and began a dueling dance with hers. Instinctively, her hips began to slide back and forth, the hard shaft pressing between her lips. Claire moaned as it rubbed over her now hard clitoris. I could feel the heat of her arousal along my cock.
Soon, I could also feel the juices of her arousal as she continued rubbing, my cock burrowing into her slippery pussy. Our kisses were passionate and sloppy in our aroused desire. She pressed her hard nipples against my chest. My hips ground against her in animal ardor.
I wanted her now. Holding her against me, I stepped over and laid her on the bed, her legs holding her loins against mine, and I laid on top of her. She kissed me hard as my cock slid further up until the head was against her pussy. The tip slid along finding her opening. I broke the kiss a moment to look at her face.
I saw no fear or trepidation, just desire and lust. My cock was ready as I pressed forward, slowly opening her for the first time. Claire moaned as she felt the invader open her. I pressed again and felt the glans press into her. She yipped as her maidenhead tore.
“You okay?” I asked.
She bit her lower lip, I think trying to assess the damage, and realized it wasn’t great. She nodded. I smiled and kissed her as I pressed on, slowly opening her passage, pressing against unused muscles for the first time. My God but she was tight. Finally, I felt my loins press against hers. I was buried completely in her and rubbing against her clit.
Claire let out her breath in a moaning sigh. “So full,” she said.
I pulled back as her moan changed to one of regret in the empty feeling then reversed and plunged deep into her. Again and again our hips mashed together, my spear piercing her, driving both of us upward to the crest. Claire’s body responded and soon we moved together in a primal rhythm of lust.
I remember trying to hold down the noise as I slowly stroked back and forth into Claire. But all worries vanished in the sheer pleasure of making love to her. The pressure built as we both hit out peaks, moaning and calling out each others’ names… I felt the muscles flutter around my shaft and that pushed me over the top. Claire’s orgasm pulled my cum from deep inside and I was blasting time after time, filling her with white cream.
I slowed, completely wasted from the intense orgasm. Claire was trembling under me as the last tremors of her climax passed through her body. Her eyes opened, misty and unfocused… “I didn’t know,” she said.
“Didn’t know what?” I asked quietly.
“How intense…” Her eyes focused on my face. “I love you.”
“Love you, Sweetie,” I told her as I bent down and kissed her forehead.
I rolled to the side pulling her with me. She cuddled into my arms, nestling against me. The last I remember was stroking her hair and her hands stroked my chest.
I woke up the next morning with Claire still snuggled next to me. The light was just breaking over the mountain tops and coming in the window. “Claire... Claire,” I said shaking her.
“What?” she asked drowsily.
“Your mom is going to be looking for you soon and it would be better if you weren’t in my room,” I whispered.
Claire looked around and realized she was in my room it all coming back to her. She looked worried for a second, then saw the sun was barely up. She smiled and stretched. The sheets fell down to her waist and I looked at her breasts, pink and perky in the bright sun. I felt the stirrings of a morning erection.
That’s when we heard some stirrings in the hallway. Claire threw the covers aside, kissed me, and ran into the bath shutting the door behind her. I heard the shower come on. Smiling, I lay back in my bed and lazed recalling the night.
Our relationship grew from that moment. There was a granite shelf down the canyon from the house, hidden from view. In the afternoons, Claire and I would sneak down, one of us bringing along a blanket. We’d make love in the glorious light of the mountains and valley.
If we couldn’t sneak away, we’d restlessly wait for night when she would come through the bath and join me in my bed. Those evenings were more difficult since we had to try to restrain our lovemaking so that Naomi wouldn’t hear. Both of us were lost in our happiness and growing love.
It was about three weeks after Claire and I started our affair that Naomi sat me down in the living room after lunch. “Mike, I know about you and Claire.”
I should have expected that, but for some reason, I had been so wrapped up in Claire that I really thought we were getting away with out illicit love affair. There was nothing for me to say so I just waited.
“Mike, I figured it out a few days ago. I have been thinking about it a lot. I know I should be pissed at you and everyone would agree. But I also have to be honest with myself, I have some culpability too. I knew I needed to talk with Claire before this went too far.”
Self honesty is a surprising trait so I waited expectantly.
“I’ve watched Claire’s little mating dance,” she said. I must have looked surprised as she laughed and continued. “Mike, I’m a woman. I notice when another woman is trying to seduce a guy.”
I guess I’m just a guy because I really thought I was seducing her. Just goes to show you how men are never really in charge even when they think they are.
“Claire was after you on the day she met you. At first, I thought it was cute. But soon, I could tell she was serious. I just didn’t think it would happen quite so fast. I kept saying to myself, she’s just fourteen, she can’t really be serious. I guess the sexual revolution has really hit. I should have stopped it but I didn’t, so some of the blame is mine. Tonight, the three of us are going to have a talk and my price for not having you thrown in jail is you have to promise to support me.” She looked me in the eye.
Some choice. “Of course,” I agreed.
Claire usually did her homework as soon as she got home. This evening was no exception. Dinner conversation was rather muted. I think Claire began to notice something was amiss as well. After we all cleaned up the table, Naomi said, “Claire, there is something we all need to talk about.” She led us into the main room where the sun was casting long shadows on the canyon and mountains. It was an especially beautiful time of day. I’m sure I was the only one who noticed.
Naomi started the conversation. “No point in beating around the bush. I know about you and Mike.” Claire started to say something but Naomi cut her off. “Don’t bother. Mike has already admitted it.”
Claire gave me a dirty look.
“Claire, your mom knew. There’s no point in lying. That will only make it worse,” I said reasonably.
Claire impressed me with her maturity then. She bucked up and didn’t try the kid stuff of denial. “Mom, I think it is my and Mike’s business.”
“The law happens not to agree with you,” Naomi said.
“Well, don’t you always tell me if I’m willing to take the responsibility and consequences then I’m old enough? I am willing to take the consequences of being with Mike,” Claire said levelly.
That stopped Naomi for a second. “What do you mean willing to accept the consequences?”
“For instance, pregnancy. Mike and I talked about it and he has had a vasectomy. Also STDs. He’s been checked by a doctor. And breaking up. I know when he leaves he won’t want to keep me as a girlfriend. I’m willing for that to happen,” Claire finished. But I could also tell that she wasn’t happy with that idea either. I thought she was holding back more emotion than she was willing to show.
Naomi sat back. She looked over at me. “Did you two talk about these things?”
“We never talked about what would happen when I leave.”
“All right. Claire, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I know once you start you won’t stop unless you want. I know I wouldn’t have. But I don’t want you getting hurt either. My problem is I can’t protect you from life, but I want to. You have to live it to learn from it. It’s obvious you have thought about this.” Naomi paused and looked out over the canyon.
“I want Mike as my boyfriend,” Claire said.
Naomi paused for a minute. Finally she said, “Well, this is going differently than I thought it would.” She looked from Claire to me and back. “I need to think about this.” She excused herself and went to bed.
That night Claire came to my bed. “Are you sure?” I asked.
As she slipped into my bed, she said, “It might be our last time.”
I knew she was right. We made it slow loving together, wanting it to last as long as possible, never wanting it to end. She had several climaxes until I could hold it no longer and emptied myself into her churning pussy. We fell asleep entwined and still sweaty from the sex.
The next morning Claire and I were nearly tip toeing around the kitchen when Naomi emerged from her room. The anxiety on Claire’s face was palatable. Naomi took one look, rolled her eyes, and said, “All right. If you want him you can have him.”
Claire ran into her arms, thanking her over and over.
Naomi, hugging her back said, “Although what you see in him…”
Claire pulled back, a question on her face.
Naomi laughed, “I’m teasing you dear. I know what you see in him. Now go hug your boyfriend and let’s have breakfast.”
Naomi smiled indulgently as we kissed and hugged, then sat hand in hand as we ate pancakes.
Now that Claire and I no longer had to hide, our relationship bloomed. In the evenings she would snuggle up next to me as we watched TV or a movie. Naomi would smile watching us. It was almost like a honeymoon, affection and physical intimacy followed by Claire climbing into my bed night after night for rousing explorations of sex. Every night was research into sensuality. I had found an online site on sexual positions and we tried them all, laughing and giggling every night as we surfed through them.
The afternoons were usually glorious, sunny and warm but not too hot. Since we were no longer sneaking, Claire and I would bring along a thick mat and sit on our granite shelf below the house looking out over the canyon. We’d sit quietly and watch the hawks soaring, or the ground squirrels foraging madly, needing to save up enough to survive the long winter ahead.
Sometimes we’d sit and talk about nothing at all. Other times we’d talk about the most fundamental of questions: what is love, what is the real nature of God, why do people behave badly when they don’t need to, why is chocolate better than vanilla.
Sometimes, we’d start kissing and before you know it our clothes would be strewn around and that mat would be really put to work. There is something liberating about making love in the wilderness, the sun warming your flesh and even though the house was only a few yards away, it felt like there was no one else in the universe but us making love. It was sitting there one afternoon after a sweaty bout that I started calling this place, Claire’s Mountain. She smiled and looked around, happy.
This all changed when school let out. Now, Claire was home all day. We’d wake together in my bed. We’d shower and get ready together, eat together, and ride up to my meadow. Once back, we’d spend the afternoon lounging, talking, playing games, or surfing the Internet.
I had been Claire’s boyfriend both unofficially and now officially for two months. With school out, Claire was spending all of her time with me. She missed her friends. Several of her friends now drove and wanted to pick her up and do the things teens do together, But she had to say no, since there was no way to take me along.
I could see the conflict. I urged her to go out with her friends since I knew she couldn’t stay a recluse with me. She tried though. But her calls from her friends, the e-mails began to gnaw. It started with her snapping at me. I was hurt and stunned at first. Then I saw what was happening.
Claire had a conflict she couldn’t resolve and probably only vaguely realized. As a young adult, she had a need to socialize with people her age. On the other side, she did care for me and she was learning all about first love and sex. Those two desires were irreconcilable in our culture. She couldn’t drag me along as her boyfriend, even though her mother had decided to allow it.
The internal conflict, as all unresolved internal conflicts, worked its way out as anger and resentment. Both her mom and I became targets. We weren’t allowing her to grow. Her mom made unreasonable demands. The list became longer. Claire quit coming to my bed at night.
It hurt. It hurt deeply for I had fallen in love with Claire. Okay, it wasn’t the burning passion of life long love, but it was love none the less. The finale wasn’t long in hitting.
Claire had just gotten a call from a friend. A bunch of the kids were going on a picnic. Did Claire want to come? She said no. I watched as she sat on the couch looking miserable.
“Claire?” I said.
That’s when it snapped. “Why do you keep bothering me?” She jumped up, “I hate you!” and ran crying from the room.
Naomi emerged from the kitchen looking wonderingly at me. “What is happening?” She had assumed Claire was going through, one of those phases, which is what parents tell themselves when they don’t understand what is going on with their kids.
I told her all I had seen and what I thought was happening. Naomi looked concerned and empathetic. “What are you going to do?”
“The only thing I can. I’ll break up with her so she doesn’t have to break up with me. It will be easier for her if I do it.”
Naomi nodded. "It's still going to hurt." I could only nod.
Copyright Rod O'Steele © 2009