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A Boy No Longer Ch. 2
After finishing his bath, Marcus seemed to be
trying to avoid me for the next hour or so. I
figured he was trying to figure out how to deal
with what had just happened between us, what it
all meant, and perhaps, just how improper it had
been, or was it improper for that matter.
I let him have his space for a while. If he needed
to think things over, I didn't want to interfere
with that. But after better than an hour, I
decided it was time to step in and perhaps help
him settle his mind a bit, or completely blow it.
He was standing on the front porch, leaning
against one of the posts next to the steps,
staring up the empty dirt trail running in front
of our farm.
I eased up behind him, slid my arms around his
narrow waist, snuggled up against him, and laid my
head on his broad back. "What's wrong, Marcus?
Something really seems to be working your mind
overtime," I questioned. "If you still wanna go to
town, I think you should go."
"It's not that. My mind is going around in circles
about what we did this afternoon," he replied.
"You didn't do anything except enjoy what I was
doing for you. If you're worried you did something
wrong, you can shake that outta your head right
now, cause you didn't," I said.
"Well, I got a lot to think about," he replied.
"Are you upset with me because of what I did?" I
asked.
"Gosh no! That was the most wonderful thing anyone
has ever done for me. I never felt so great
before," he replied.
"You liked that, did ya?" I asked, hugging him
closer.
"Oh yeah, I loved it," he answered.
"Well, what's bothering you about it?" I pressed
on.
"It's kinda embarrassing," he said.
"What I did embarrassed you?" I asked.
"No, the things runnin' through my mind are
embarrassing to talk about," he said.
"Things like what? You should be able to talk to
me about anything without being embarrassed," I
kept pressing him, I had to know just what was
bothering him. For all I knew at that point, I
might have ruined everything because of a few
moments of uncontrolled passion earlier that day.
"Okay, if ya really wanna know. That was the first
time I ever did anything with a woman. I've never
even kissed a girl before," he finally opened up.
"I mean, I didn't even know what I was supposed to
do. I felt so stupid."
"You're not supposed to know what to do yet. I
would've been disappointed if you had," I
explained. "You did just what you should've done,
sit there and enjoy something a woman was doing
just for your pleasure."
"Well, I guess I did it right then, cause that's
just what I did," he smiled. "But I know there's
things I was supposed to do to make you feel good
too, I just didn't know what. Even if I had known
what, I wouldn't have known how."
I almost had to laugh at his innocence, but I
fought it off. Instead, I hugged him just that
much tighter. "You have no idea how happy it makes
me to hear you say that," I said. "I love the idea
of being your first and teaching you the right way
to please a woman and yourself. If you listen to
what the guys in a saloon tell ya, you wouldn't be
pleasing nobody except yourself."
"Living out here in the middle of nowhere like
this, today was probably all the sex I'll have for
a long time," he replied.
"Wouldn't you like to do it with me again," I
asked, using my best I'm-disappointed voice.
"Of course I would, but after my great performance
this afternoon, I'm pretty sure you're not gonna
be too interested in me anymore," he said. "I got
so mad at myself for not knowing what to do. I
mean, there were things I wanted to do, but I was
afraid you wouldn't like it and make me stop, or
even worse, get mad and stop doing what you were
doing."
"What kind of things, Honey? What did you want to
do to me?" I asked, still trying to coax some
answers from him. "Did you want to touch me?"
He shook his head, yes, but said nothing.
"Where?" I pressed on. "Did you want to touch my
breasts?"
"It was even worse than that. I know this is gonna
sound really bad, but I actually wanted to kiss
them," he said in a quiet voice, his face glowed
red.
"What's so bad about that?" I asked, backing away
from him a little and starting to slowly unbutton
my blouse behind him.
"Well, nothing I guess, but it just didn't seem
like the kind of thing a lady would want a fella
to do," he explained.
"Actually, most women love that," I replied, still
slowly working at the many buttons on my blouse.
"Really?" he exclaimed, spinning around to face me
just as I pulled the blouse off and laid it over
the porch railing. He stood there staring; his
innocent blue eyes, wide with surprise, gazed down
at me.
That's one of the nice things about living out
here on the prairie in the middle of nowhere,
there's never anyone else around. And if someone
was coming from either direction, you could see
the dust cloud they were kicking up from miles
away. So privacy was not a problem out here. A
person could run around naked as the proverbial
Jay Bird out here for weeks on end and no one
would see you or know about it, or even care, for
that matter.
I took both of his large hands and placed them on
my breasts. He very timidly and cautiously ran his
hands over them. Gradually he gained a little
courage or maybe his hormones kicked in, and he
began to squeeze them gently.
"They're so soft," he whispered down at me.
"They're even softer once you get all my clothes
off," I replied, suggestively sliding a shoulder
strap over one shoulder. You know, just to see if
he would take the hint.
He did, carefully pulling the other strap over my
shoulder. But he stopped there and slid his
labor-roughened hands over the soft, smooth skin
of my shoulders. It was hard for me to fathom he
had never seen a girl's bare shoulders before, but
he hadn't.
He ran the backs of his huge fingers gently over
my shoulders, up my neck, and across my throat and
upper chest. He touched me so gently his fingers
felt like wisps of spider web drifting over my
skin. If the boy had nothing else going for him,
he had patience; he seemed perfectly content just
to touch my shoulders and neck forever.
"I knew women were supposed to be soft and smooth
to touch, but I never dreamed they would be this
soft," he said quietly, almost sounding in awe.
"Well, we are," I replied. "And we taste even
softer. Kiss my shoulder."
He looked me in the eyes as if he were asking if I
really meant it. I gave him a little "yes" nod. He
slowly leaned down to me, timidly touching his
lips to my shoulder. Him being 6'2" and me being
only 5'3" made for a long way for him to bend
over. But he must not have minded it because his
lips lingered over my shoulders and neck for a
tantalizingly long while.
By the time he raised back up to tower above me,
he had raised my breathing and heart rate by
several degrees.
"You like that?" I whispered, looking up into his
face, searching for signs of just what might be
running through his mind at that moment.
He slid his muscular arms around my waist. "Yes,
Ma'am, I loved it, but please don't let me make a
fool out of myself."
I could feel the nervousness in his tense
inexperienced body as he pulled me close. I could
also feel the hardness of his eager manhood
pressing against my stomach.
"You don't have to worry about that," I whispered,
putting my arms around his thick neck and pulling
his face down to mine.
His kiss was tentative and tender at first, but
quickly grew aggressive and passionate. I waited
with anticipation for his tongue to slide between
my lips, but either the idea didn't cross his mind
or he was afraid to try it. Well, you've heard the
old saying, "nothing ventured nothing gained,"
obviously, I'm the adventurous type; I gently slid
my tongue over his lips and slowly eased it
between them. At first, his seemed a bit
apprehensive about what my tongue was doing. I
thought for a moment he was going to stumble
backward off the porch, but his apprehension faded
fast and I soon tasted his delicious tongue
gingerly slipping between my waiting lips.
I wanted to applaud his performance; his virgin
tongue danced a romantic ballet in my mouth that
made any major ballet company performance seem
like a hoedown. Was the teacher now being taught,
I wondered? Either he really knew what he was
doing or he was eager for his tongue to experience
everything it possibly could in the next sixty
seconds because it sought out every detail of the
interior of my mouth, all at once. Such a hungry
kiss I had never known.
I felt his arms tighten around my waist and my
feet leave the porch as he stood up straight and
carried me, still sucking on his delicious tongue,
into the house. My legs slowly wound around his
hips as he carried me.
The next thing I realized we were laid back across
his bed and I was on top of him, with my skirt and
petticoat wrapped up around my hips and my legs
still wound around him. Even through my bunched up
petticoat and skirt, and his pants, I could feel
his hardness pressing and growing against me.
Finally our need for oxygen forced our wonderful
kiss to end. I slowly sat up, straddling his hips
with my legs folded back under me and my palms
against his massive chest.
Gasping for breath, the only word I could force
out of my mouth was "Wow!"
He looked up at me with the sweetest, most
innocent smile I had even seen. "Did I do it
right?" he asked in earnest.
I sat there a few moments unbuttoning his shirt
and opening it up. I looked at his handsome face
and grinned. "You learn fast. That was wonderful,
but I think we better keep practicing for a
while," I replied hoarsely, still trying to get my
breath back as I pulled my undergarments the rest
of the way down to my waist, fully exposing my
breasts to him for the first time.
He only had a moment to enjoy the view before I
lay back down on top of him and pressed them
against his powerful chest and eagerly teased his
tongue back into my mouth. He gasped a little when
I squirmed and pressed myself hard against his
swollen manhood.
I finally broke the kiss and raised up far enough
for his hands to find their way to my breasts. It
didn't take him long to figure out he could make
me gasp and squirm against him more just by
pinching my hard nipples.
"You sure you wouldn't rather go to town tonight?"
I teased, squirming against him a little more.
"I don't think I'll ever wanna go to town again,
there's too much to do out here," he mumbled,
still kneading my breasts.
I leaned forward so one of my throbbing nipples
was only an inch or so from his lips. He just
stared at it for a few moments and slid his tongue
over his lips.
"Am I supposed to…?" he started to ask.
"I cut his words short. "You're supposed to do
whatever you want to do, whatever your heart tells
you to do, whatever your desires command you to
do," I whispered.
His timid tongue eased its way slowly out of his
mouth like a young rabbit easing its way out of
its burrow for the very first time. It was like he
didn't know what to expect next or maybe he just
wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to do
next. It didn't take him long to figure out that
he liked the taste and the feel of my nipples in
his mouth, because in a matter of seconds his
tongue and my swollen nipples were locked in what
seemed like mortal battle. His tongue was all over
my breasts and he was simply tormenting my
sensitive nipples.
When I pressed my breast tight against his lips,
he eagerly sucked my enraged nipple as far as
possible into his searing mouth. There for a
minute I thought he was gonna swallow it. I could
feel his excitement starting to mount; his hips
were starting to involuntarily move up and down
slightly in response to the new sensations in his
groin. I have to admit, my hips were doing a
little moving too, in response to some long absent
sensations of my own. Things were beginning to get
pretty wet down there for me as a matter of fact.
This young, well-built lad had reawakened my
lonely body and he had no clue what he had just
done. I had always been an extremely sensual woman
to my husband. But he was now long gone and sorely
missed, and so was my ability to control my
passions any longer.
Young Marcus had no idea what great, new and
wonderful, pleasures awaited him on that night of
his eighteenth birthday.
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