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Chapter Two
Having watched the Dark Shadows revival series in the early 1990s, I
remember the scene in one episode where the witch Angelique had placed a
spell on Josette, who had been engaged to marry Barnabas but suddenly
found herself so madly in love with his brother, Jeremiah, who was also
under the same spell as Josette, that they consummated their desire for
each other and eloped before anyone even knew what was happening.
Because of the spell that had been placed on them, neither understood
exactly what was happening to them, and yet they both used their free
will to indulge in the illicit passions they found themselves engulfed
in.
This was exactly how I felt, having just barely gotten through the front
door of Tammy's house, when suddenly she threw herself at me and sent
her tongue headlong into my mouth. Something unseen and unheard seemed
to take complete control of us as our bodies struggled to stay standing
while we stumbled around the area near the door, feeling as though we
were apparently trying to literally climb inside each other's bodies
because the absolute physical closeness we shared just didn't seem to be
close enough. Our bodies were pressed tightly together as our mouths
began filling with each other's saliva, and yet our spirits longed to be
just as close together but were prevented from doing so by some rule or
law. It sent us into a dizzying frenzy of kissing and embracing that
might have lifted us up towards the ceiling had gravity not been the
final word on the matter.
Our hands and fingers seemed to take on a life of their own as they ran
up and down our backs and through our hair, regularly stopping to grip
each other's scalp and rub the sides of each other's faces. My arms
broke out in goose bumps, and chills raced down my spine each time I
felt her digits move through my hair, causing the nerve endings on the
top of my head to explode in ecstasy. So dominated by this energy had
we become that the entire world around us just seemed to disappear, with
the only reality left being she and I as we released the otherworldly
emotions that had stretched our natural structures to the breaking
point.
It seemed so crazy at the time. There I was, eighteen and less than a
year from graduating high school, and I was making out with my beautiful
and sexy teacher. I would never have guessed that morning that by the
end of the day we would be kissing each other so frantically. And
frantic is the only way I can describe it. Perhaps it's the same with
older men who are about to score for the first time with a woman they've
desperately wanted to be with, but I tend to think that the emotions,
the excitement, and the experience are so much more intense for a boy as
young as I was, especially when the woman is older.
I can remember everything about that night, including the way she
smelled. Her hair still smelled of whatever shampoo she had used on it
that morning, and her skin and clothes must have been doused with
perfume on our way to her house. Even the interior of her home smelled
wonderful due to the many mist makers throughout that contained water
mixed with liquid potpourri. The beautiful scents seemed to heighten my
desire for her, and it was only when I began to feel the bulge in my
pants really begin to hurt for lack of her touch that I started to
include touching her breasts and behind as we kissed.
Tammy's failure to respond in a negative way as I touched her private
areas excited me all the more. I knew that it was only a matter of time
before I was inside her, and by now my heart's ache for her was matched
by my erection's desire for her. Because she had on an attractive pink
formal outfit that included a skirt that extended to just above her
knees, I was able to reach my hands underneath and grab her ass firmly
through her panties before letting go and returning them to her back and
elsewhere and then moving them again to her backside. Because of the
things I had read about a woman's sexuality on the Internet, I steered
clear of touching her genitals for the time being.
As we continued to stumble about the room, we knocked over a small table
that had a single candle sitting on it. Both the candle and the table's
marble top were broke when they hit the ground, but when I stopped
kissing her to see what damage we had done, I felt my face being turned
back to her before our lips reconnected. She didn't care. The only
thing she seemed concerned with was continuing what we were doing until
she had satisfied the erotic tension inside her.
With this new seed firmly planted in my mind, I reached down and lifted
her skirt up so that I could then insert my hands under her panties and
grab hold of her bare behind. For a moment I felt faint as the
awareness came that I was actually doing it. I was holding my teacher's
backside as our tongues acted like they were playing a redesigned game
of Uncle. With more force than I was aware I had, I ripped the panties
from her body and tossed them to the floor, with a single, muffled moan
as her only response. Once this had been accomplished, I felt her
fingers grabbing at my belt as though they were in a feeding frenzy.
The thought that she might have some difficulty accomplishing what she
was trying to do disappeared as my belt and then the button of my pants
came undone so fast I hadn't even realized that it had happened.
As soon as my pants had fallen down around my ankles, they acted like
tied shoestrings as I continued to move. In just seconds I fell
forwards past Tammy and held out my hands in time to keep my face or
head from hitting the floor. My reaction probably would have been
either embarrassment or laughter, but Tammy gave me no time for either.
Suddenly she was down on the floor with me, her upper body laying on
mine, our lips and tongues again finding each other. Her hand went into
my boxers and fondled me as I held her tightly.
"Ever made love on a hardwood floor?" Tammy asked in what was her first
deliberate cessation of the kissing she had started since we'd gotten
there.
"No," I replied.
"Well you're going to."
With her panties gone and her vagina accessible because of her skirt,
Tammy slid my boxers down and was just getting on top of me when I
stopped her.
"Not yet," I said with a grin. "I'm sure you think that because you're
older than me that you are going to just rock my world. But it's you
whose world is going to be rocked tonight."
And with that, I laid her back gently on the floor and positioned my
head between her legs. Her labia were large, and even before I had
tasted of her I could smell her scent from several inches away. It was
both delightful and different. This was to be the first time I had
truly gone down on a woman. The last time I had done that, with the
second girl I had been sexually involved with, I hadn't had a clue as to
what I was doing. I had to again turn to the Internet for information
about this and that regarding a truly satisfying sexual experience, and
armed with the knowledge I had, it remained for me only to exercise my
ability to fool her into thinking I had done this many times before. As
I had read, confidence is a man's best friend.
I took a few, brief moments to survey what laid before me in between
Tammy's spread legs. The lower half of her body was extremely desirable
to look at. Her legs were ever so slightly plump, being neither super
model thin nor those of a full-figured woman. Her skin was milky white,
and her genitals were very cleanly shaven and sported not one hint of
pubic hair. And then there was the scent. The last time I had gone
down on a woman, she had just exited the shower and had no detectable
scent between her legs. Since Tammy had gone the entire day without a
shower or bath, the scent was very obvious. And yet it was, as I said,
very delightful to smell. I had read on the Internet that the odor of a
woman's vagina was just like the taste in that to truly enjoy it
required the man doing the smelling and tasting to acquire an enjoyment
of it, although some men might find the scent and taste desirable the
first time they encountered them. Fortunately for both Tammy and I,
Steven Hall was one of those men who found these two things very
pleasant on the first go.
Going by what I had read, I moved to kiss and taste her legs, thighs,
and the area just above her genitals. This was supposed to cause the
woman to experience greater arousal when her vagina and clitoris were
deliberately avoided, and I was interested in putting that information
to the test. I spent roughly ten minutes or so kissing and caressing
these areas and savoring the taste of her skin, and her physical and
verbal responses appeared to be very positive. Then, using nothing more
than gut instinct, I moved in.
My tongue attacked her clitoris suddenly and lashed it six ways from
Sunday. Tammy let out an immediate loud moan. I moved my tongue down
to her vaginal opening and licked it much more vigorously than I would
have an ice cream cone. This seemed to also elicit positive responses
from her, and from that point I began paying almost equal attention to
her clitoris and her vagina. Part of the reason was because I was
enjoying the taste of her fluids so much, and the other reason was that
I didn't want to ignore her vagina while focusing exclusively on her
clit. This also I had read. But the time was quickly approaching when
I would need to do just that in order to bring about her orgasm. Once I
did begin focusing exclusively on her clit, Tammy erupted in orgasm very
quickly.
"Oh God, Steven!" she yelled.
Her incessant moans abruptly became screams as her body began to jerk
wildly. Her fingers, which had been gently laying on my hair during the
time I was licking her genitals, were all of a sudden replaced by her
nails as I felt them gripping my scalp. Her orgasm seemed to last
longer than any of mine had, and the constant and rapid movement of my
tongue over and around her clit did not let up until her climax had
begun to subside.
"Oh my God," she said through her heavy breathing. "That was
fantastic!"
"I was hoping you would think so," I replied, feeling very satisfied,
though slightly sore under the tongue.
"It did. That was just wonderful. I can only imagine which one of the
girls in school taught you how to do that."
"Well you can keep on wondering." I positioned my body alongside hers
and gave her a lengthy kiss. "I shall carry my secret with me to the
grave, my lady," I said with a big smile.
"That's okay," she replied. "I don't want to know who you've been
with. You're mine now, and that's all that matters."
Tammy placed her hand along my face and we gazed in each other's eyes
for many moments before she kissed me in what led to a renewal of
passionate necking. I placed my upper body on hers and ran my hand up
and down her leg while showering her mouth, face, and neck with an
uninterrupted stream of kisses that revived her whimpered moans and
inspired her to again run her fingers through my hair. We remained in
that state for quite some time, until Tammy finally decided that it was
her turn to please me.
"Now I'm gonna go down on you," she said with a lusty grin.
"Nope," I replied. "Not yet. When I said earlier that I was going to
rock your world, that's exactly what I meant. I don't know how many men
you've been with in your life, but I can guarantee you that I will
outlast all of them. You see, the difference between you and I is that
when I cum, I'm done. You can cum all night if I want you to. And I
want you to. And you will."
"I've never had anyone tell me that before," she replied with a smile.
"Just how good do you think you are?"
"Honey, I'm the best," I replied, hoping I wouldn't screw up and reveal
my dishonesty. I might have been the best, but I had not proven that to
anyone as of yet. "And you won't have to wait long for the proof. How
many orgasms have you ever had in one night?"
"Oh I don't know," she responded before appearing to think carefully
about it. "I would say definitely not more than three."
"Three?" I asked, forcing the best look of surprise on my face that I
could muster. "That's it?"
"Well how many do you intend to give me?" she asked, now looking
surprised herself.
"Mmmmm. Ten!"
"You're kidding. Ten? Can you really do that?"
"I'll make a deal with you. Whoever loses this bet pays for dinner on
our next date."
Tammy's smile widened. "Done," she said.
Having only the things I'd read and my confidence at my disposal, we
resumed making love after a brief respite, and my first mission was to
seek out and find her G-spot, something I had never found on a woman
before. In chronological order, I managed to give her two G-spot
orgasms, followed by a dual G-spot and clitoral orgasm, which she
immediately said had caused her the most incredible pleasure she had
ever felt.
Following right behind this was a combination of my tongue zeroing in on
her clit while my index finger entered her behind and began pushing up
against the roof of it towards the base of her vagina. This was new for
her, and in fact I had not even read about this anywhere. It was simply
something I felt inspired to do, and it worked beautifully. She claimed
that this orgasm was almost every bit as intense as the combination ones
she had just had.
I decided to have an oral go at her one last time before moving on to
penetration at a slightly later time, this being because I wished to
give her the opportunity to fulfill the responsibilities she said she
had for that evening. This time, however, my desire to send my tongue
probing her most secretive and restricted place had become nearly
unbearable. I spent a few seconds on her vagina before finally easing
my tongue down until I could feel it gently running over the exit hole
in her backside. Tammy said nothing, and once I had reached this spot,
my tongue appeared to not want to leave it alone. I spent some minutes
licking that area, sometimes vigorously and sometimes slowly, and at
some point I even attempted to penetrate her with my oral probe, without
success.
Tammy's silence gave me cause to believe that, despite whatever feelings
of embarrassment and discomfort she may have been experiencing, there
must have been some kind of pleasure she was taking in from the
sensations she was having. I let this be my green light to continue
until I finally had become so lust-crazed that I lifted her entire lower
body up from the floor and wrapped my arms around her waist. With my
tongue busily focused on her bottom, my fingers gently massaged her clit
at an almost teasing pace. Her orgasm didn't come as quickly because of
the slow movement of my fingers, and yet I had the feeling that the
buildup of pleasure and the final explosion in orgasm might also be
stronger because of it. While I don't know how true that was, the
inevitable resulting orgasm was indeed a very pleasurable one for her,
especially with her upper body extending down from my arms and her head
and shoulders resting on the floor. I couldn't see her face, and yet
her screams and cries of ecstasy were more than enough to motivate me to
continue this as soon as her school-related chores were over.
Once we had temporarily finished, Tammy and I sat on her couch holding
each other, and we talked for a few minutes before she set about grading
some papers, including mine.
"You know I have to admit something to you," she said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"I'm very surprised at how things turned out so far tonight. When we
were on our way here, all I could think about was how much pleasure I
was going to give you after we walked through the door. I was so sure
that I was going to, as you said, rock your world. And instead you just
took over and-" She paused for a moment as she looked down. "You made
me feel things I never felt before," she continued after looking back at
me. "That was just completely unbelievable. I would never have
expected anything like that from you. Never. You truly are the best
lover I've ever had."
"And you, my queen, are the most beautiful goddess that any supreme
being could ever create. Sometimes if I listen very carefully I can
hear the gods on Mount Olympus talking about you, referring to you as
one of them."
"Oh sweetheart," she said softly, clearly taken by my words. "I wish I
was a goddess."
"You are, in every sense of the word, my love. A goddess in human form
may lack all her majestic powers and abilities, but even existence in a
world of mortals cannot prevent your otherworldly beauty from shining
through in your physical form. When you look up at the night sky and
see all the stars, surely you have to know that they're there for you,
singing your praises, dancing in the heavens for you, and even going
supernova when the lure of your beauty becomes too much for them.
Nothing can resist you. The iceberg that sank the Titanic would have
melted in seconds had you been the first person to see it. The Greeks
would have left Troy alone had you been one of them, for who in their
right minds would have sailed off to some foreign land instead of
sticking around trying to win your heart? And one can only wonder what
your picture would have been called had you walked in on Da Vinci before
he started painting the Mona Lisa.
"There is nothing about you that doesn't make me tingle with delight.
The very sight of you brings untold pleasure to my eyes, and the way you
smell so wonderful is nothing short of a sensual smorgasbord. I can't
begin to tell you what the mere act of touching you does to me, and when
I look in your eyes, my heart is simply overwhelmed by all the beautiful
things I see in them. Heaven may be a physical city to be lived in at
some future time, but for now it is to be found in your arms and in your
kiss. You are truly God's most beautiful creation."
Tammy appeared stunned. She gazed at me for what seemed like an
eternity, evidently unsure as to how to respond to what I had just
said. I wasn't making all that up. My heart felt it, and my words
conveyed it. I ran my hand along her face and then sent my fingers
through her hair before stopping with a gentle grip of the back of her
neck. I held it there for a short time before then tenderly running my
hand over her hair, starting from her forehead and continuing along
until I had reached her shoulders. And then I noticed it again, the
fluid building up rapidly in her eyes and the almost immediate journey
of several tears down her face. She sniffed as her face became
contorted from the holding back of a complete breakdown.
"Steven, no one has ever said anything like that to me before," she said
as her voice began to break. "Wherever have you come from, my darling?
Are you even real? Or are you a character from one of your stories that
just stepped out from the pages and into my life? You could be every
woman's dream, and also every woman's nightmare if you turned out not to
be real. How is it possible for you to look at me and say these
things? I'm nothing like what you've described. Do you see these lines
forming around my eyes and mouth? Every time I see them, I'm just
devastated. I simply can't believe that I'm really that beautiful to
you."
"Don't ever believe that what you just said is true," I replied. "I
could never believe anything but what I've just told you."
"And in twenty years, when I no longer look like this? Will you still
believe it then? Would I even have a chance at keeping you with so many
beautiful young girls all around you?"
"You listen to me." I looked at her very seriously. "You are mine
forever so long as you will have me. If anything were to happen to us,
it would be because you chose to leave me. I would never leave you for
anything or anyone. You may not believe that now, but then what woman
of any younger age can claim that they are more confident in the
longevity of her relationship than you can? How many men married to
wives of equivalent age have abandoned them for still younger women?
Have I chosen a younger woman?"
"I made the first move on you."
"True, but if I had known the way to your heart was open to me, I would
have made the first move on you. Do you think that if I can have you
that I can't have someone closer to my own age? But I choose you, not
them."
"It's easy to say that now, but time has a way of making someone look
different as they get older. When I'm sixty-seven and you're only
forty-eight, what assurance will I have that you wouldn't walk in on me
one day and tell me that you no longer love or need me?"
"You just told me earlier that your sister married someone who was
twenty-two years older than her. What assurance does she have? And I
must say this again. What assurance does any woman have? I know you
feel as though your being older increases the risks, but if you left me
now in order to ensure you would never be hurt later, what assurances
would comfort you when you were an old woman living alone or with some
old loser you settled for that I would not have been there to make your
final years as happy as you could possibly imagine? Tell me you're
willing to roll the dice and gamble on being better off as a lonely old
lady who will never know how things would have turned out, and we can go
our separate ways tonight. But could you be sure that the torture of
not knowing if you were wrong or not wouldn't just bring you right back
to me?"
"What you say makes sense. There are no crystal balls for me to look
into to see whether or not you would still be with me when I'm truly
old. And you're probably right that, especially after tonight, I would
come running back to you for fear that I could be wrong in worrying you
wouldn't be there.
"Steven, it took so much courage for me to invite you to the diner
today, and even in light of that and what eventually happened there, I
never imagined that things would turn out like this. To be honest, I
was lured to you by the curiosity that the writer might be as good as
the people he's writing about, but I never thought that it would all
turn out this wonderful this soon. When I told you earlier that age
difference didn't matter, that was before I realized that I love-"
Tammy suddenly stopped. After a few moments, her resistance ended and
the tears started flowing freely as she broke down in uncontrolled
crying.
"I'm sorry!" she said as she buried her head into my shoulders and held
me tight. "I can't help it! I love you!"
I held her just as tightly as her tears quickly soaked through my shirt
and began licking the skin underneath. The power of this moment was as
surprising as it was moving.
"I guess this is as special a time as there could be," I said softly.
"I love you, too, Tammy. I love you so much."
"Please don't ever forget your promise," she said as she pulled away
from my shoulder and looked at me with a tear-soaked face and saturated
eyes. "There's nothing more you could do or say that would win me any
more than you already have. I have never, ever experienced anything
like this before. If you ever left me, I don't know how I would deal
with it. I could just see myself jumping right off a bridge."
"Don't ever talk like that," I said, now feeling the tears welling up in
my own eyes. "You don't have to worry about that day because it will
never come." I paused in order to kiss the tears from her face. "I
love you," I said passionately as I looked straight into her eyes.
"I love you more," she replied with a slight smile.
"No," I said, also smiling. "I love you more, and you accept it.
"Not a chance, my prince."
We gave way to our longing and began to kiss. It was a slower kiss, a
much more tender one. But the meaning and message of this kiss was not
lost on either of us. Our passion for each other having already been
expressed, now we had confessed this deep, unyielding love for each
other as well. Had the timing been right for this when only less than
three hours had gone by since the conclusion of our first date? The
only thing I knew for sure was that it had felt right for both of us.
Tammy and I were now officially a couple in a committed relationship.
Our love for each other was more potent than anything she had
experienced in all her years, something that her emotional responses had
left no doubt about, and like all committed couples, we felt completely
ready to begin facing the future together. For her the things to worry
about were simple. Time and age lingered as her enemies each time she
would look in the mirror and see a slightly changed woman staring back
at her. For me the worries were different. How would a teacher and her
student, though both of legal age, carry on their relationship in
violation of the ethical rules she was supposed to adhere to? What if
someone were to see us and give our secret away? And what kind of
support from my parents could I look forward to once they eventually
learned of the woman old enough to be my mother who was now both the
love and the guiding star of my life?
As we both already knew, only time would reveal the answers to us. And
because of our age difference, every second would be precious and
irretrievable if wasted. A love affair that exceeded anything I could
have dreamt up for my stories had begun, but unlike my stories, fate and
not I would control every possible outcome. And as I had already
learned from Tammy, fate can be waiting for people with some very
unhappy surprises in store for them, everything from lost jobs to sudden
death. These were my fears as my mind's eye looked past Tammy and into
the black abyss called the future, the place we had decided to roll the
dice on and then step into together. It remained only for the results
of our gamble to reveal themselves to us.