Lisa undid all the buttons on her dress and simply stepped out of it. Next, she reached behind and unclasped her bra nearly as easily as she’d done with the dress. Once again her breasts were bare, and she stood now in only garters, stockings and panties. The sight of her was exciting as hell and my young cock swiftly began to rise at the vision that I was looking at. But what really did it, was when she reached down and started running her hand up and down the front of her panties, across where I could faintly see that dark patch of pussy hair.
The moment my cock was nice and hard, I thought “Its now or never” and unzipped my jeans. The obvious bulge in my shorts was quickly revealed as I dropped my Levi’s down around my ankles. I wasn’t about to remove them entirely, and she knew that. Finally, I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my shorts and somewhat quickly, slid them down. Believe it or not, I wasn’t sure I was wearing the best pair of my underwear, and for some reason, wearing ragged or holey looking shorts seemed important all of a sudden for some reason.
“My young proud cock was standing up at least” I thought, and wondered just how long she was going to require me to stand like this in front of her.
But when I expected her to nod her head or some such, relieving me of my obligation to her, she just continued to stand there touching herself looking at me. And watching her doing that was having a pronounced affect on me as well.
“Play with it for me”.
And now I stood there in front of Lisa jacking myself off while she watched me, watching her doing basically the same thing.
After a few minutes of this I felt like if we continued, I was going to explode, and I was beginning to want to do that, just about more than anything. I saw an almost glassy-eyed look cross her face, saw her shiver and slightly bend at the knee. I knew she’d had an orgasm, even if it was a small one. No loud moaning, groaning, or thrashing about. Just a nice soft lingering cum, and it was the most exciting thing I had ever seen.
“You getting close?” She asked me almost whispering the question as she asked it.
“Yes…maybe,” I added unsure now if I should.
“Would you like some help?”
And that one I didn’t know how to answer, and just stood there. Lisa walked over towards me, reached out and replaced my hand with her own. I felt her begin to softly stroke me up and down, and knew at once I was a lot closer than I thought I was.
She’d knew I would be too, and covered the head of my dick with her hand just as the first splash of my sperm filled her palm. She stood there, jacking my cock with one hand, and cupping the head of it with the other in a somewhat useless attempt to capture all of my ejaculations. All I knew was that I felt dizzy and lightheaded. Lisa, Tracy’s mother had just beat me off!
I had hardly finished climaxing when I suddenly bent over retrieving both my jeans and shorts at the same time. I quickly drew them up together and in moments was zipping up my fly, tucking my shirt back in and feeling guilty as hell.
Lisa was still nude, hadn’t moved an inch, watching me do all this. Her hand was still hanging in the air near her breast, the palm of which was covered in my cum, sticky between her fingers and running down along the inside of her arm.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Ah huh” was all I could manage to say. But I did nervously smile at her. After all, she was still naked, and damn she still looked hot. If I wasn’t still so unsure of things, of Tracy’s coming home, of what I was feeling right then, I could have gotten hard all over again in a few minutes. But as it was.
“Good. Then we’ll do it again sometime, when we have more time for the both of us to enjoy it,” she said. Turning, not giving me a chance to respond back to her, she picked up her discarded dress and bra, still holding up her cum drenched hand and arm, and headed towards the bathroom.
“I’ll just wait outside in the car for Tracy!” I called out.
But Lisa didn’t respond back to me. I fought with the door for a moment until I realized it was still locked. I finally turned the little knob unlocking it, and hurriedly went outside to my car. I was still sitting there when Lisa came out of the house, dressed once again and looking as though nothing at all had just happened. She got into her car, and began to back out of the drive when she smiled and waved at me, and then drove away.
A short time later, Tracy finally got home, and we hurried inside the house into her bedroom, and sucked one another like crazy for a solid hour after that.
I’d given her at least two, possibly three really nice orgasms by licking her until she was so exhausted she had to force me away from her.
“Wow!” She had stated. “What on earth got into you anyway? I think that’s the best that’s ever felt!” And if I had been, was in fact still horny, I suddenly lost the urge and the hardon at last.
“Oh…just been missing you I guess. We don’t seem to have the same amount of “special” time” as we called it, “that we used to have!” I didn’t run into Lisa again until just days before graduation. Not alone together at least. With the upcoming ceremonies and the craziness of graduation itself, along with several parties and what not, Tracy and I were never alone. We’d not had time to do anything except for some mild grab-assing, and major flirting, but nothing else. And my hormones were running on overtime.
And like all things, sometimes the pressure and adolescent stupidity contributes to situations that we much later regret doing. I know I did.
Tracy and I broke up on the very day we Graduated.
It was a stupid argument, an accusation made, (unfounded of course) perhaps by periods of my own nagging guilt, but whatever the reason, we had broken up, and my prideful stubbornness kept me from calling her or going over to see her and make amends like we’d always managed to do before.
Two, perhaps slightly more month’s later, I got a phone call at home. I remember my father handing the phone to me a puzzled look on his face.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“Don’t know, some woman, she’s crying and said she needs to speak to you.”
It was Lisa.
“Lisa? What’s wrong?” Once again all the emotions all the excitement, all the fear, nervousness, everything came flooding back all at once.
“Robert” Was all she said. And I knew.
Robert was Tracy’s older brother. He’d graduated the year before we had. He’d joined the Army nearly straight out of High School, and without her having to tell me; I knew he’d been killed over in Vietnam.
“I need to see you,” she said.
“Where? When?”
“Now, right now. I’ll come by and get you.” And the phone went dead in my hand.
I saw my mother and father standing in the kitchen looking at me.
“Roberts dead,” I said. “Killed…”
“Wasn’t that Robert’s mother?” My father asked interrupting me.
“Yes…she said she wanted, needed to speak to me, tell me about something. Maybe it’s got something to do with Tracy.” I added. And that seemed to mollify their curiosity about why she’d be calling me. They knew of course we’d broken up, so maybe this had something important to do with that. But they didn’t question me any further on the subject either. Even afterwards.
Lisa pulled up in front of the house, I got in, and without a single word we drove off. We arrived at a hotel a short time after that. Lisa went inside, I remained in the car. We entered the room, still having not uttered a single solitary word to one another, until then.
“I need you to make love to me,” was all she said.
We removed our clothing in silence, I climbed into bed, waited for her to use the bathroom and then join me. I had turned off the light, and as she came into the nearly dark room, she turned on the bedside lamp.
“No. I want to see you. Not in the dark, not alone.”
She pulled me towards her, there was no foreplay, there was no preparation. She was wet already, though why I don’t know. And I slid into her easily and quickly. And I came inside her almost the moment I did. She held me against her breast afterwards, softly crying, softly breathing into my ear, I don’t know for how long, it didn’t matter really. Then she rolled me over, began sucking my very limp cock, and brought me back to life once again. This time, I managed to last a while. And we rocked together for a much longer time, taking it slowly, exploring one another in ways I’d only dreamed of.
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