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Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2003 07:10:06 -0400
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	Community Service
	by Ann Douglas

	Keith Spencer looked up at the clock on the wall and sighed.
The crew-cut eighteen year old couldn't believe that only thirty
minutes had passed of the eight hours he was required to put in at
the Roosevelt Park Tri-County Help Center.  For perhaps the
hundredth time this month alone, he asked himself how he had
gotten into this fix.

	A few years back, the local school board had passed a
requirement that every student have a hundred hours of
community service in order to graduate.  While it did involve an
investment of time and energy, most students had no problem
meeting the task.  They volunteered a day or two a month and
finished up their prerequisite long before senior year.

	But, in every class since the requirement had been instated,
there were always a careless few who paid no attention to their
obligation until their senior year.  An even smaller few, and Keith
fell into this category, didn't do anything about it until their very
last semester.  Then, because of time restraints, they found that
what would've been only a few hours a week, now took up half of
every weekend.

	To make matters even worse, all of the really good jobs were
already taken by students who had been at them a while.  All Keith
had been able to come up with was the graveyard shift answering
phones at the help center.  A job he really thought sucked the big
one.  After all, who wanted to spend every Saturday night listening
to a bunch of loser's problems?  Especially when they could be at
the movies with Lauren Cusak.

	Keith had been dating Lauren for three weeks now, and while
he hadn't gotten halfway to second base, he was sure that it was
only a matter of time before he went for the gold.  The word was
that Lauren was the kind of girl who went all the way.  You just had
to catch her on the right night, when she was really in the mood.
At least that was what he'd heard around the locker room.

	The big problem was, with half his weekends tied up with
this community service nonsense, Lauren wasn't the type to spend
her nights at home.  So while she was dating Keith, she was also
going out with Pete Hardy.  The blond-haired teen was pretty sure
that Pete hadn't gotten any further with Lauren than he had, but
that could change with the flip of a coin.  It would be just Keith's
luck for Pete to be the one out with her on a night when she had a
major case of hot pants.

	"Roosevelt Park Help Center,"  Keith said into the
microphone of his headset as he answered another call.

	It didn't take more than a few seconds for Keith to realize
that this was what was considered a Class Two call.  Those he could
handle, as they were usually just people who were lonely and
wanted someone to listen.  Class One calls were people with real
problems and Keith always passed them along to the supervisor on
duty without fail.  He had enough problems of his own without
trying to solve anyone else's.

	As he listened to his current caller's tale of woe, Keith's
mind drifted back to the night one of his calls had turned out to be
an obscene phone call.  He had only been at the center three weeks
and, thankfully, the supervisors had just stopped monitoring his
calls on a regular basic.  The female caller had been incredibly vivid
in describing her body and all the things that she wanted him to do
to her, and her to him.  It hadn't even mattered that she sounded
a little old, because she had given him a major hard on.  By the
time she was finished, Keith had to hold a newspaper in front of
him just to make his way to the bathroom.

	The voice on the other end of the line this time was hardly
as interesting as the one from that night, and Keith was glad when
he was able to finally bring it to a close.  The call had lasted almost
a half hour.  Only a dozen more like it and he could call it a night.

	"Mr. Spencer, I'd like a word with you,"  Peggy Diaz, the
shift supervisor called out across the room.  "In my office."  she
added in a harder tone that meant right now.

	"Great, what did I do now?"  Keith asked himself as he took
off his headset and punched the code into his phone position that
would list him as being unavailable for incoming calls.

	Crossing the floor to the small, glass walled enclosure in the
far corner, Keith racked his brain for anything he might have done
wrong and came up empty.  It was an unusual feeling to not be
guilty of something or other when called into the office, here or in
school.  He couldn't remember the last time, if ever, it had
happened.

	"Yes, Mr. Martone, I'll see to it personally,"  Peggy was
saying into the phone as she motioned to the empty chair in front
of her desk.  "No, it's no problem at all.  We're more than happy to
help out when we can.  Yes, sir, you have a good night as well, and
enjoy your trip."

	Peggy took another minute to make an entry in the folder on
her desk before turning her attention to Keith.  With nothing else
to do during the short delay, Keith reviewed what he knew of the
shift supervisor.  In her mid-forties, Peggy Diaz was one of the
Center's few permanent employees, having been there for over ten
years.  She wasn't married, he knew, and even with all of the gossip
that got traded back and forth about who was seeing who, none of
it had ever involved Miss Diaz.  If she had a social life, it was kept
quite private.

	Not that she was unattractive, at least not bad looking for a
woman her age, Keith thought.  She was probably pretty hot back
when she was in high school.  The Hispanic woman had a nice face,
short, reddish brown hair and a body that, while not the kind of
figure you'd find in some of the men's magazines Keith liked to
look at, was a lot better than his mother's or most of her friends,
who were around Miss Diaz's age.

	In fact, the only thing negative that Keith could really say
about the woman was that she was a little too straight-laced for
his taste.  The center was probably her life and when she was on
shift, she ran it by the book.  There were three other shift
supervisors, and all of them were a lot more laid back.  Still, he had
to also admit that, except for one time when he'd really screwed
up, Peggy Diaz hadn't come down on him too hard.  So he really
didn't have anything to complain about.

	"I have a special job for you, Mr. Spencer,"  Peggy said as
she closed the folder and dropped it into the completed box on her
right.

	Keith wasn't sure he liked the sound of that.  Her voice was
a little too friendly, something that was never a good sign.

	"Don't look do worried, Keith, I have a feeling that this is
going to be right up your alley,"  Peggy added as she took note of
the worried look on his face.

	Her use of his first name didn't exactly inspire confidence,
but then again, maybe he was reading it wrong he told himself.

	"You have a car, right?"

	"Yes I do,"  he answered.

	"Good, I'd like you to go to this address, and see a ...Mrs.
Martone."  she answered as she handed him a small card with the
address on it.

	"And what do I do when I get there?"

	"Basically, the same thing you do here, listen to someone's
problems."

	"Since when do we make personal visits?"  he asked, thinking
there was a lot more to this then she was telling him.

	"Well normally, we don't,"  Peggy admitted, "but Mrs.
Martone is a very special case.

	Martone, Keith realized, was the name of the man she had
been speaking to on the phone when he came into the office.

	"Look, let me put it all on the table and you'll see how this
can work to your advantage,"  Peggy said, he tone shifting ever so
slightly.

	This caused warning bells to go off in the young man's head.
It had been his experience that it was never good when someone
wanted to tell you how something they needed done was to your
advantage.

	"Simon Martone, is one of the single biggest contributors to
this center,"  Peggy began.  "His donations help keep us in business
so to speak.  So, when the situation calls for it, we're willing to go
a bit further than we normally would for other people."

	"Some pigs were more equal than others,"  Keith thought,
remembering a quote from one of his English courses.

	"So what's the problem?"  Keith asked, when what he really
was thinking, what can I get out of this?

	"Before I go any further, I have to ask for your promise not
to discuss this with anyone else.  After all, Mr. Martone is an
important man and he values his privacy."  she stated.  "I can count
on your discretion, can't I, Keith?"

	"Of course,"  he smiled, suddenly remembering where he'd
heard the name Martone before.  There was a picture of him in the
outer office turning over a check at some charity dinner.  An old
guy in his sixties, Keith remembered.

	"Good,"  Peggy smiled.  "So let me explain."

	Keith was all ears.

	"From time to time, Mr. Martone is called out of town to
take care of his business concerns,"  she began.  "When he does, he
usually arranges for someone to stay over with Mrs. Martone while
he's away.  Unfortunately, this afternoon he was called away
somewhat unexpectedly and it wasn't possible for him to make
those arrangements.  When this had happened in the past, we have
provided a substitute."

	"So what's the deal with this Mrs. Martone.  What does she
need with a baby-sitter?"  Keith asked.  "Is she sick or
something?"

	"More in the area of something, I'm afraid,"  Peggy went on.
"Mrs. Martone is a lonely woman, and when she gets too lonely, she
at times has a tendency to drink a little too much.  That is
something that her husband would rather she not do.  It would only
be for a few hours, her housekeeper has the night off, but will be
home by midnight."

	"So I'm supposed to do what exactly?"

	"Just keep her company, basically,"  Peggy explained, "listen
to her if she wants to talk.  Just make sure that she doesn't have
anything to drink."

	"That's it?"

	"That's it,"  she smiled.  "Simple isn't it?"

	"Why me?"  he asked.  "Why not Sandra or Billy, they've
both been here a lot longer than me?"

	"Billy is a nice enough kid, but I really wouldn't trust him to
go out with the dinner order, much less something like this,"  Peggy
said.  "Sandra is the best I have, which is exactly why I need to
keep her here.  I have few enough phone reps that can handle Class
One calls as it is."

	That was exactly what Keith wanted to hear.  Now that he
knew how much she needed his cooperation, he could gauge how
much he could get for it.

	"So want do I get out of this?"  he asked directly.

	"What do you want out of it?"  she countered just as
directly.

	It suddenly occurred to Keith that he really had no idea
what he should ask for.  Something that was reflected by the look
on his face as well.

	"How about I make this easy for you,"  Peggy offered.  "You
baby-sit Mrs. Martone, as you put it, and I'll count the time you
spend doing it at two, no let's make it three times the rate we
count it here.  I'll even count the part of your shift you already
worked."

	Keith quickly did the math.  Not counting tonight, he still
had thirty-two hours of service to go.  Twenty-four hours would
just about wipe that out.  Still, why not go for broke?

	"How about we make that four times?"  he said, holding his
breath for the answer.

	Peggy didn't give him an immediate response.  Instead, she
seemed to be considering her options.  It was obvious that she
knew that would totally complete his graduation requirement.

	"Why not,"  she finally said, bringing a smile to Keith's face.
"To be frankly honest, it's not as if your work here has been much
of an asset."

	Keith couldn't help but agree with her, not taking any
offense at her assessment at all.

	"But there is one condition,"  she added, grabbing his full
attention. "You have to make totally sure, above all else, that Mrs.
Martone doesn't get at the booze,"  she emphasized.  "If that
happens, the deal is off and you have to come back here to finish
the other twenty-four hours.  Think of that as an incentive to
make sure the job gets done.  Do we have a deal?"

	It didn't take a moment for Keith to say yes.  After all, how
hard could it be to keep one old lady sober for a few hours.

				-=-=-=-

	The address Peggy Diaz had given him was just outside of
town in the suburb of Two Oaks.  A small, private upper class
community, populated by businessmen and professionals.  He had
little trouble finding the house, a large two story colonial with a
two-car garage.

	Looking at a house that was far beyond the one he lived in,
Keith wondered if maybe he should've changed clothes before
coming over.  Peggy had said that the T-shirt and shorts he had on
were fine, but now he wasn't so sure.  Some older people had a
strange way of looking at things.  This Mrs. Martone might take his
casual dress as an insult.

	Well it was too late now, he thought as he rang the doorbell.
If she had a problem with his clothes, there was nothing he could
do about it now.

	A minute passed, then two, and Keith was beginning to think
that maybe the old lady had just fallen asleep, or maybe she was
hard of hearing.  By the time a third minute passed and he tried
the bell again, he wondered if he'd still get some extra credit for
just coming out here.

	"Who's there?"  a voice called out from behind the front
door.

	"My name is Keith Spencer,"  the young man responded,
"Miss Diaz sent me.  I'm from the Tri-County Help Center."

	Another long minute followed, during which not another
sound came from behind the door.  Keith figured the old lady
wasn't going to let him in and turned to head back to his car.

	"At least I can take my time heading back to the center and
kill another hour or two,"  Keith thought as he reached the porch
steps

	The sound of the door opening behind him caused Keith to
stop and turn around.  He retraced his steps but it wasn't until the
porch light came on that he got his first real look at Mrs. Martone.
A look that left him greatly surprised.

	Based on the picture of Mr. Martone at the center, Keith
just naturally assumed that Mrs. Martone would be just about the
same age.  If he hadn't already been told that the housekeeper
had the night off, he would've assumed that she was the one
standing in the doorway.

	Standing two inches above his own five foot five, Anna
Martone had short curly red hair and a build that even nicer that
the one on Peggy Diaz.  He'd remembered seeing some adult
magazines on the newsstands that had women their age, not that
he could've imagined himself looking at them,  but Mrs. Martone
was the kind of woman they must feature.  She was just that
impressive.  Keith would've thought her even more impressive if
he'd know that his guess at her age was almost seven years short,
and that she'd passed her fiftieth birthday two years ago.

	Seeing the casual sun dress she was wearing, the sort he had
seem his mom wear a hundred times, Keith no longer felt himself
underdressed.  Still, he was so taken by her appearance not being
what he had expected, the teenager hadn't heard what she'd said
to him as she also looked him over.

	"I said, are you going to stand out here all night, or are you
coming in?"  Anna repeated, this time getting his attention.

	"Oh yeah,"  Keith grunted as he stepped inside into the
foyer as the door closed behind him.

	"I guess you drew the short straw,"  Anna said as she turned
the lock.

	"Excuse me?"

	"Whenever my husband goes out of town on short notice, he
arranges for the help center to send someone over to baby-sit me,"
she laughed as she led him through the hallway into a large, well
furnished living room.  "He's always worried that I can't handle
myself and I'll go on a bender, you see."

	"Well I ..."  the teen started to say, realizing that this might
be more difficult than he thought.

	"It's okay, I know you're just some student working off his
community service requirement,"  Anna went on.  "And it's not your
fault.  I'm even going to make it easy for you. There's soda and
snacks in the fridge, and over two hundred channels on the digital
cable.  I have no plans for the evening other than curling up with
the latest Cathy Donohue novel."

	"Great,"  Keith thought as a smile filled his face as his
momentary worry faded.  "This is going to be even easier than I
thought."

				-=-=-=-

	True to her word, Anna Martone curled up on a comfortable
chair to read her novel, leaving her "baby-sitter" the wide couch
and possession of the remote control.  She didn't even seem to
mind when he channel surfed to one of the sports channels to
watch a baseball game.

	"That book must be really good,"  Keith though as he glanced
over in Anna's direction,  "she hasn't looked up from it in over an
hour."

	But books weren't really his thing, and he only cracked one
when he absolutely had to.  Turning his attention back to the game
on the television, where the two pennant contenders were locked in
a 4-4 tie, Keith tossed another mouthful of popcorn into his mouth
and washed it down with his soda.  He could already see the end of
the night, and his community service requirement going the way of
a bad dream.

	During the middle of the seventh inning, Keith glanced over
at his charge, and was surprised to see her drinking a glass of
water.  Had he been so involved in the game that he didn't even
notice her getting up to get it?

	With the first batter slamming an opening pitch for a triple,
Keith's attention turned totally back to the game.  The next two
batters went down swinging and there was a pause in the game as
the home team called for a pitch hitter to take the place of the
pitcher.  While the station went to a commercial break, he again
looked over at Anna and her book.

	"Holy shit!"  Keith gasped, spilling his soda and knocking the
bowl of popcorn onto the floor.  The baseball game was suddenly
the furthest thing from his mind.

				-=-=-=-

	In one hand, Anna was holding the glass of what Keith had
taken to be water.  In her other, was a quart bottle of Russian
vodka that she was in the process of hiding behind her chair.

	"I don't think you're supposed to be drinking that,"  Keith
said as he saw his sweet deal coming undone.

	"Oh it's just a little bit,"  Anna smiled as she lifted the
glass to her lips and drained almost half of it.  "Just a taste
really."

	Keith might have just let it go at that, but no sooner had
Anna brought the drained glass down, she was again reaching for
the bottle to refill it.  Not knowing how much of the half empty
bottle she had already drank, Keith didn't think it would take much
more to get her plastered.

	"Maybe I should take that,"  he said as he reached over
from the edge of the couch and took hold of the vodka bottle.

	At first, the eighteen year old was worried that Anna was
going to give him a problem as she resisted letting go of the bottle.
He was a lot stronger than her of course, but he doubted his
instructions to keep her from drinking extended to using physical
force.

	Then, just as he felt her trying to pull the bottle back, the
redhead unexpectedly released her grip on the base of the bottle
and let Keith have it.  Relieved, he quickly dropped back onto the
couch and put the still opened bottle against the large cushion to
his left.

	As if to show she hadn't totally lost, Anna lifted her glass,
which was still a quarter filled with vodka and almost dared her
baby-sitter to take that away too.  Keith quickly decided that the
bottle was the important thing and it was better to just leave
things as they were.

	Once she realized that Keith wasn't going to try and take
the glass as well, Anna defiantly drained the rest of its contents.
Then, again to the young man's relief, she went back to her book.
After watching for a few minutes more, he concluded the crisis
had passed and he went back to catch the last innings of the game.

	The top of the order went up and down in quick succession,
but Keith found that his mind wasn't really on the game anymore.
He found himself picking up the vodka bottle to look at it.  The
label was written almost entirely in Russian, so he really had no
idea what it said.  Curious, he sniffed the contents, only to find
that it really didn't smell like anything.

	Then he remembered hearing his father tell a joke once
about a boss telling his salesmen that they could drink anything at
a business lunch except for vodka.  He would prefer having clients
think his employees were drunk rather than stupid.  Evidently,
Keith concluded, vodka didn't have any odor that showed people
that you had been drinking it.

	His own experience with drinking was pretty much limited to
a few beers at parties.  He had gotten really drunk once and
remembered that he hadn't liked the after-effects much.  Still he
wondered what the more potent drink was like.

	"What the hell,"  he thought as he brought the bottle to his
lips and took a quick sip from it, just a taste, thinking that if he
did it quick enough, Mrs. Martone wouldn't notice.

	He was still trying to decide what he thought of the taste
when it became quite obvious that he hadn't been quick enough
after all.

	"Hey,"  Anna called out in protest, "that's not fair!  If you
get to take a drink, then so do I?"

	"You already had a drink,"  Keith pointed out.

	"But I want another."

	"I think you've had enough,"  he answered, hoping again that
would settle the matter.

	Then he realized that taking a drink from the bottle himself
was the worst thing that he could've done.  Anna wasn't about to
take no for an answer this time.  She got off the chair and leaned
over Keith as she reached for the bottle, which he now held out of
reach.

	"Mrs. Martone, please,"  Keith said, wondering if dumping
the bottle out might not be a bad move, then decided it would
leave a big stain on the couch.

	"It's mine,"  Anna insisted.

	"I'm not allowed to let you have it,"  Keith said, asking
himself what was he thinking when he took this assignment.

	"Just a little bit,"  she implored,  "just half a glass."

	"No,"  Keith said as he tried to push her off him without
hurting her.

	"Please,"  she added, as she did something totally
unexpected.  She kissed him on his cheek.

	Keith was stunned.  So much so that Anna was able to reach
out and pull the bottle half way back to her side of the couch.
Only at the last moment did Keith pull it back.

	But now, Anna was not to be deterred.  She brought both
hands up and grabbed the sides of the young man's face.  This
time, she kissed him right on his lips.

	"Mrs. Martone!!!"  he opened his mouth to protest, only to
have his words cut off by the press of her tongue as it snaked
between his lips.

	She pulled him even closer to her, as her tongue explored
the recesses of his mouth.  For a woman more than twice her age,
Mrs. Martone put Lauren Cusak's kisses to shame.

	A second kiss followed, and this time Anna didn't have to
hold him down.  In fact, she didn't even try as her right hand
dropped down, coming to rest right between Keith's legs.  Or to be
more specific, on the bulge that was quickly growing in his pants.

	"Shit!"  he gasped as he realized that not only had she just
groped him, but her hand was still there.

	Anna continued to massage his cock, even as her tongue
slipped from his mouth and moved to his ear.  Her wetness left a
trail along his cheek, before pressing into his inner canal.

	"Fuck it,"  Keith moaned,  "you can have the bottle."

	"Maybe I don't want the bottle no more,"  Anna laughed as
she climbed all the way onto Keith, putting her full weight against
his body.

	The eighteen year old's eyes opened wide as if to say, this
couldn't really be happening.  Anna continued to kiss and caress his
face with her tongue, even as she ground her lower body against
him.  Not that either of them noticed, but the vodka bottle
skipped from Keith's fingers to land straight up on the carpet.

	It was now quite apparent that the semi-inebriated woman
now wanted something more from the high school student than her
secret bottle.  She slid her hands up under his T-shirt, rubbing her
fingers against his nipples.  Keith felt them growing hard, even as
she brought her hands back down, and this time pulled up his shirt
to expose an almost hairless chest.

	He knew he should protest, to get up and leave.  That the
woman was under the influence and it wasn't right to take
advantage of her in the state she was in.  That she was old enough
to be his mother, if not older.  But, as he felt her tongue tickle his
nipples, something no girl had ever done, all of those quite correct
arguments went right out the window.

	Even if they hadn't, they most surely would've a few minutes
later.  After having her work her tongue and mouth up and down his
chest and stomach, Keith was shocked to realize that Mrs.
Martone was now undoing his shorts.

	Her fingers quickly undid his belt, then the clasp and
buttons beneath it.  Her hand reached inside and emerged a
heartbeat later with his semi-erect cock between her fingers.

	Anna paused for a long moment, even as just the light touch
of her fingers against his flesh was enough to bring his cock to an
even firmer state.  Her hesitation make Keith think that perhaps
she had finally realized what she was doing, and maybe this would
be a good time for him to say something.

	That thought, prudent as it might have been, also passed
unheeded as well as she began stroking his cock with her fingers,
completing its journey to full erection.  It was the last time he
would have any such thoughts.

				-=-=-=-

	"So very pretty,"  Anna said as she moved closer to his cock,
a slip second before she reached out and ran the tip of her tongue
against the underside of its crown.

	Keith's heart skipped a beat, then he worried that it might
just stop altogether as, after taking a full more long, wet licks
along its length, Anna closed her lips all the way around it and took
his crown totally into her mouth.  She sucked down on it hard,
before letting it slip free.  A soft kiss on the tip followed, then
another along the base.  All the while, her fingers continued to
gently stroke the sides and base.

	Keith was afraid to say something, least he break the mood,
or worse, wake up to find it all a dream.  How many nights had be
lain awake in bed, thinking what it would feel like to have Lauren
just touch his cock, and here was this full grown woman who just
had it in her mouth.

	A situation that repeated itself short seconds later as this
time, Anna deep throated him and took it all the way down to his
balls.  The feelings that raced up and down his body was beyond his
ability to describe.  Keith only knew that if he died tomorrow, he
would do so a happy man.

	Anna continued to suck his cock a bit more, bobbing her
head up and down as she covered it with her wetness.  She let it
fall from her mouth, gazing appreciatively as it now stood straight
up on its own.  Reaching out again with just the tip of her tongue,
she started at the base of his balls, then worked her up to the top
of his shaft.  She did so, with a calculated slowness.  Calculated to
drive any man totally insane, or at least willing to obey her every
whim.

	"Take off your clothes,"  Anna whispered as she looked up
from between Keith's legs.  The words had been barely audible,
but they carried the same force as it they had been shouted at
the top of her lungs.

	Keith grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head while,
at the same time, Anna pulled down his shorts and the underwear
beneath them.  She had to let him get up in order to get them
totally off, and then sit down again to remove his socks and
sneakers.

	Easing the now-naked teen down onto the cushions,
stretching him along the length of the couch, Anna slipped out of
her shoes, then out of her sundress as well.  Beneath the simple,
but comfortable garment, she wore a lacy green bra that seemed
to do little to contain the rounded globes beneath it.  Between her
legs rested a pair of panties of similar hue.  Like the bra, they
seemed to accentuate more than conceal what was beneath them.

	Anna spread out on top of Keith, rubbing their bodies
together.  She kissed him once, then twice, sharing the passion
that was building inside of her.  Again she kissed his nipples,
playing with them with her tongue as she stroked the flesh around
them with her fingers.

	Her eyes spotted the upright vodka bottle, and she reached
down and picked it up.  She took a long swallow from the open top,
then offered it to Keith to also share.  He took as long a drink
from it as she had, amazed that he was able to take so much
alcohol at once without gagging as he normally did.

	It wasn't something he wanted to dwell on, however, not
when Anna, after giving him the warmest of smiles, was working
her way back to his cock.  This time, there was no slowness about
it.  She took him deep inside her, and began sucking his young
manhood as hard as she could.  Up and down her head bobbed, as
Keith laid back and wallowed in orgasmic delight.

	Then, just as the familiar signs, learned through many nights
of practice with his hand, began to manifest themselves, Anna
abruptly stopped.  She again lifted herself up and smiled at him as
if to simply say, not yet.

	Slipping her thumbs under the top straps of her bra, Anna
pulled them down over her shoulders and along her upper arms.
Keith's eyes were riveted on her movements as she reached for
the small metal clasp between the lacy hemispheres that held it all
together and pulled it apart.  The teenager's eyes opened even
wider as the dark pink nipples came into full view.

	Her hands closed around her mounds, massaging the ample
flesh.  Nimble thumbs played with her nipples, bringing them to a
saucy stiffness.  She lifted each breast as far upward as she
could, just high enough for her to place a kiss just above the areola
on both.

	Moving off the couch with her bended knees on the carpeted
floor, Anna again took hold of her breasts pressed them against
the sides of Keith's cock.  The envelopment of his manhood by the
soft flesh caused Keith to moan loudly.  A cry of appreciation that
grew even louder as she rubbed her mounds up and down against it.

	Anna managed to position herself so that she was able reach
his cock with her mouth as it emerged from between her breasts.
She could only take in the uppermost part, but Keith didn't seem
too willing to complain.  Faster and faster she pumped his cock,
tickling it with her tongue each time it appeared.

	Finally, it was too much for Keith to resist.  Without any of
the usual warnings, his cock exploded.  Splashes of white covered
Anna's breasts and face, as a roaring wave of delight washed
across his body.  It was the most intense climax he'd ever had.

	"Oh shit,"  Keith gasped as, once the surge of erotic energy
faded from his body, he looked down and saw the results of his
climax all over Anna's face.

	Rather than be angry, which Keith erroneously assumed any
woman would be, Anna was wearing an even bigger smile.  She
brought her left hand up to her face and wiped it clean.  He was
even more amazed when she brought that same hand to her mouth
and sucked the white residue off of it.

	"Damn,"  he said silently to himself.

	Anna wasn't done yet.  She lifted herself higher and put her
arms around Keith's neck.  Pulling him closer, she gave him a kiss so
deep that he could taste his own semen on her tongue.  That just
the thought of it didn't gross him out was his biggest surprise yet.
A second kiss followed, then another, and by the time the fifth one
came around, he no longer even noticed the particular tang.

	When they finally broke apart, Anna had them reverse
positions on the couch.  Now she was the one stretched out on the
cushions, with Keith standing over her.  With an unspoken
invitation, the panty-clad redhead gave him permission to do
anything he wanted.

	Faced with every horny eighteen year old's dream, Keith was
uncertain what to do first.  Anna helped fill that void by drawing
his attention to her quivering breasts, and the hard tips that
reached out invitingly from the center of them.

	Keith climbed on top of her, pressing his body against hers
as she had earlier done to him.  A soft kiss on her lips led to one on
her neck, then her shoulder, continuing downward toward her
breasts.  His hands came from the other direction as he cupped
each mound, squeezing the supple flesh as hard as he could.

	His mouth caught up with his hands and it closed around the
bright pink circle that capped her left breast.  Anna let out a soft
moan as his tongue whirled around her nipples, sending tiny jolts of
delight into the surrounding flesh.  Enthusiastically, he pulled it
deeper into his mouth, fulfilling yet another long held dream.

	Anna gripped the back of his head, pressing his mouth even
harder against her breast.  The effect was instantaneous as she
let out an even louder moan.

	Keith moved to her other mound, giving it the same intense
attention.  Not to ignore the one he'd just left, he continued to
massage it with his hand.  A process he repeated back and forth,
growing better at it with each repetition.

	"Fuck me!"  Anna cried into his ear as she gripped the back
of his head and pulled in deep into the valley between her breasts.
"I want you to fuck me!  I want to feel your cock inside of me!"

	Keith stopped cold.  No matter what had been happening for
the last hour, those were words he never imagined that he'd ever
hear.  Forget about just wanting to live to the morning, he'd settle
for just another fifteen minutes.

	Snapping out of his momentary stupor, Keith turned his
attention back to the woman beneath him.  He gave each of her
breasts one last kiss, then moved further down her body.  Passing
over her stomach, he kissed the damp center of her panties, then
the side of her thighs.  The teen knew he was way out of his league
right now, as he tried to remember every detail of the few porn
movies he had ever seen.

	His hands closed on the sides of her panties, pulling them
down as Anna lifted her ass just high enough for him to get them
off.  She stretched her legs up into the air as he continued to slide
her panties along them until they cleared her feet.

	Acting totally on impulse now, Keith ran his hands back down
her legs, pulling them apart.  Anna helped him by bending one leg
against the side of the couch and stretching the other out to the
floor.  It left Keith a clear path between both of them.

	Looking down, he saw a pussy almost totally bare, with only a
small wisp of red and white hair at the top to show that Anna was
indeed a natural redhead.  Running his hand across the smooth
mound, he was reminded of the night, after a few beers, Sarah
Harris had let him put his hand down her pants in the back seat of
his car.  He hadn't gotten the chance to actually see what he had
slipped his finger into, but he clearly remembered what it had felt
like.  What, he wondered now was, what did it taste like?

	Wetting his finger in his mouth, Keith ran it down the length
of Anna's pussy, adding her own wetness to it.  He pressed it deep
inside her as the walls of her sex closed around it.  Back and forth
his finger moved, as he added a second and third to fully explore
her inner reaches.

	He didn't do it for long, because he got the impression that
Anna was beginning to become impatient with him.  She wanted
something more substantial than his fingers down there.  Still,
there was one more thing he needed to try.  If not, who knew when
he'd ever get another chance?

	Lowered his head between her legs, Keith replaced his
fingers with his mouth.  Using his finger to hold the way open, his
tongue reached far inside her, taking his first taste of a woman.  A
first taste, that he instantly decided, was going to be his last.  He
didn't know how other guys did it, but he hated it.  Thankfully, it
wasn't a pussy licking that Anna was growing even more restless
for.

	Anna reached down and gently lifted Keith from between
her legs and pulled him up higher on the couch.  She took the hand
he had finger fucked her with and one by one, licked his fingers
clean.  Evidently, she had no problem with what she tasted like.

	"Now I want the real thing,"  she whispered into his ear,
again making her quietest suggestion more than a command.

	Lifting her legs higher, she reached down between his and
took hold of his cock.  She smiled to discover that it was still rock
hard.  Guiding it to the entrance of her pussy, she again whispered
into his ear, this time to press forward.  An instruction he hardly
needed.  Not when he was about to cross the threshold between
being a boy and a man. Or at least what he thought that threshold
to be.

	The older woman was so wet that he slid into her easily,
feeling the sides of her sex wrap around his cock, just as they had
earlier pressed against his fingers.  It happened so easily, so
effortlessly, that it took him a moment to realize he had actually
done it.  He had his cock inside a real live woman, and not just a
late night's fantasy.

	Anna lifted her legs up onto his shoulders, while at the same
time, took hold of the cheeks of his ass to pull him further inside.
He penetrated deeper, until he could go no farther and then he
pulled back and repeated the action.  It didn't take long for him to
build up a rhythm, with the woman who was taking his virginity
rising up to meet his every thrust.

	He continued to drive into her,  as she brought her hands to
her breasts and played with them as he fucked her.  And fuck was
exactly the word to describe what they were doing.  There was no
love involved, just raw, unadulterated sex.

	Leaving one hand to play with her bouncing breasts, Anna
brought her other down between her legs, adding the motion of
her fingers to that of Keith's cock.  They followed a familiar path
to her clit, rubbing it furiously.

	On they went for what seemed the longest time, until Anna
reached out with both hands and pulled Keith tight against her.  In
one quick motion, she rolled the two of them off the couch and on
the soft-carpeted floor.

	The sudden motion started the teenager, but not so much
that he stopped what he was doing.  Or the fact that he wasn't in
control any longer.  She was now the one in charge.

	Anna lifted her body into the air, bringing it down on his
cock with a driving force.  She rode him with unbridled fury, pulling
him ever deeper with each new penetration.  She took hold of his
hands, raising them to her breasts and again inviting him to play
with them.  The redhead tossed her head back, her short curls
bounding in all directions.  She could tell he was close, it was time
for her to collect her prize.

	Sliding off him, Anna got down on all fours and lifted half
her body onto the center of the couch, inviting him to enter her
from behind.  Keith moved into position and, holding his cock with
one hand, slid it back inside her.  It moved deep within even easier
than before.

	It didn't take long for both their bodies to reach the edge
of bliss.  A barrier soon to give way under a relentless assault.
Keith grabbed hold of her swaying mounds, holding them tight as
he pushed into her once more.  Sweat ran down both their backs,
even as their bodies stiffened with the arrival of their moment of
joy.  It was a moment forever etched in Keith's memory, that brief
instant that would be forever different than all others.

				-=-=-=-

	Reality returned a short time later, as Keith and Anna lifted
their now drained bodies off the floor.  Keith felt both exhilarated
and fearful at the same time.  He had lived his wildest fantasy, but
did it now come with a price?  At the time, it was near impossible,
as the old saying went, to argue with a stiff dick.  But that was
then, and this was now.  How would Mrs. Martone react now that
the heat of passion had passed?

	The answer to that question was his final, and biggest
surprise of the evening.  In a voice that was suddenly quite lucid, a
still-naked Anna Martone walked over to him, his clothes in her
hand.  She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, gently stroking it
with her hand.

	"It's getting late,"  she said as she handed him the small
bundle of clothes.  "I think you'd better get going."

	Not sure what to make of her amazing transformation, Keith
quickly put his clothes back on.  A task suddenly made more urgent
as he looked at the television and saw that the eleven o'clock news
was just ending.  The housekeeper, he remembered, was due home
at midnight.

	Anna had put on her dress, not bothering with the
undergarments.  The dampness of her skin soaked the thin
material, leaving a clear impression of the night's activities on it.

	"Don't worry, love,"  she assured him, as she led him to the
door,  "if anyone asks, I'll be sure to tell them you were a great
baby-sitter."

	As the door closed behind him and he headed to his car,
Keith wondered if he'd ever fully understand what had just
happened.  Probably not, he answered himself, but one thing he was
sure of.  It was a night he would never forget.  Too bad there was
no way he could ever really thank Miss Diaz.  He was sure that a
straight-laced woman like that would never understand.

				-=-=-=-

	A mischievous grin filled Anna's face as she watched Keith
climb into his car and then pull away.  He had been the best one
yet, she thought as she closed the curtain, a lot better than that
kid, Billy that Peggy had sent over last month.  He hadn't even
lasted five minutes after she'd taken him in her mouth.  And then,
he hadn't been able to get it up again.  If that was what she
wanted, she might as well still be screwing her husband.  Viagra
and a wooden splint couldn't help him keep it up.

	Stepping into the living room, Anna  made a mental note that
she was going to have to call Peggy Diaz in the morning and thank
her.  In fact, it was probably time to get her husband to write
another check for the center.  She was sure he wouldn't mind, it
was, after all, one of his favorite charities.

	When she'd first come up with the idea for this game last
year, making the most of her husband's twice monthly trips out of
town, Anna had never imagined it would turn out to be such fun.  It
was a pity, however, that Peggy had no interest in sharing the boys
she sent over, a little three-way might be really wild.  Still, those
nights when it was just the two of them were fun enough too.

	Walking over to the couch, Anna picked up the bottle of
vodka from where it had fallen before.  She really needed a drink,
she thought, but this was not going to do the job.  She needed a
real drink, not this water laced vodka that wouldn't even get a
tea-totaler drunk.

	Pouring the remainder of the bottle down the drain of the
kitchen sink, Anna decided that it was a win-win night for
everyone.  Keith got his cherry popped, she got her chimes rung,
and the center was going to get another nice donation.  Even her
husband came up a winner since he didn't have to worry about
trying to satisfy her when he came home tomorrow.  Ever since
he'd lost the ability to perform, they'd had a sort of "don't ask,
don't tell policy" and it had worked out well for them so far.

	"You know,"  she thought to herself as she took a new bottle
from out of the cabinet and poured a fresh drink,  "maybe I should
write the school board a nice thank you note and tell them how well
I think the community service requirement is working out."

	As she took a satisfying taste of scotch, she remembered
how a few the members on the board, on which she had sat at the
time,  had argued against the requirement.  The most prominent of
which had been Sylvia Elliot, the wife of Donald Elliot IV.  Sylvia
was the type that thought that any change in the school curriculum
after she graduated back in 1956, was a waste of time.

	"Perhaps Sylvia needs a little community service herself,
just to show her the real value of change."  Anna laughed as she
cleaned up after herself and headed off to bed.  There to sleep
the sleep of the truly contented.  A condition that her young lover
for the night shared all too well.

END

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