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It was Friday, and like every other Friday night for the past four months, I would be walking across the parking lot of the condominium project where I lived to the grocery store that was next door. It had become my routine to get my weekly groceries on Friday and to have sex later that evening.

It had all started this past March when I only needed a few things from the store and so decided to walk over, buy the things that I needed and then walk home. I was active and loved to play sports, swim and jog so the walk would be good for me and a way to get some exercise.

It was my first time shopping at this store, but since I only needed a few items I thought I would give it a try. Once in the store, I found that I had bought a few more things than I had first thought. In fact, at the checkout lane, it turned out that I had six paper sacks of different groceries. I resolved to never go grocery shopping on an empty stomach again.

When the packer finished sacking my groceries, he had placed them into a cart and was waiting for me to finish paying so that he could help me out to my car. I had to tell him that I had walked over from the condo project next door and did not have a car. He went to get the Assistant Manager who came over and asked what the situation was and how could he help.

I explained that I had bought way more groceries than I intended and that I had walked over from the condos next door. He explained that he could not let me take the cart as there had been a rash of carts stolen lately and that he would be in trouble if he let me take it. He explained that they were closing soon, and that I would not be able to bring the cart back that night.

He was a nice gentleman and was trying to help me find a solution to the dilemma.

“How about this?” he said. “I will walk over to the condo project with you, unload your groceries at your home and then bring the cart back. I can have my assistant close and lock up and I can unlock the door and put the cart inside the store before heading home,” he suggested.

“I hate for you to have to do that,” I told him. “Why don’t you let me take the cart home and I will bring it back in the morning?” I asked.

“I am sorry, I don’t recognize you as a regular customer and I am under strict orders to not let carts leave the premises,” he said.

“Then, I guess we have no choice,” I told him. “Can you leave now, or do I need to wait,” I asked?

“No, I know you have items that need to be refrigerated, so we can go now. We close in a half hour and I will have my assistant close. I will be right back, and we can go,” he said.

As he walked away, I noticed that he seemed to be about the same age as me and appeared to be in pretty good shape so the walk would not bother him. When he returned, he told me that he had spoken to his assistant and was ready to go.

We walked across the parking lot to my condo, took the elevator up to my unit and he helped bring my groceries into my home. When we were done, I asked him if he would like to stay a moment and have something to drink as a way for me to thank him.

He agreed to a glass of tea, if I had any. I told him that I did not have anything made but did have a glass of wine open and would be having a glass for myself.

He agreed to have a glass of wine, which turned into two and then three. We ended up talking until almost midnight, where I seduced him into staying the night and having sex with me. We were both divorced and I guess he was just as horny as I was and found me attractive enough to stay.

He was a great fuck, and we ended up having sex again in the morning when we woke up. Afterwards, I made breakfast and then he left to walk back to the store with the cart, arriving before the store opened. The next Friday was a repeat of the first Friday and we had been meeting every week, for sex and breakfast.

During one of his trips to my condo, we talked about how neither of us was really interested in a relationship at the time. We agreed that we both enjoyed each other’s company, but that all it was, was good sex and spending the night together. I think we both realized that we would not be a great partner for the other, as far as relationships go.

That said, it was September now, and he and I had been meeting for sex on Friday night all Spring and Summer. We had missed one Friday, when I had to be out of town, but had managed to spend every other Friday together. It was always the same routine; I shopped, he helped me carry my groceries home, we would have a glass or two of wine, then to bed for sex, he would sleepover, I would fix him breakfast in the morning and then he was out the door, back to the store before it opened.

This Friday, I was really looking forward to seeing him as it had been a long week at work and I wanted to enjoy myself with his cock this evening to take the edge off, from the week. He had a nice cock and I loved sucking it and having him fuck me with it. There had been many Fridays where he fucked me when we first went to bed, then if we woke up during the night, and then in the morning when we woke up.

Sometimes, I would just suck him off in the mornings so that he could get back to the store before it opened. He loved it when I sucked his cock and it would usually only take him a few minutes before he was ejaculating into my mouth. I always swallowed and enjoyed the taste of his semen on my tongue.

I was hoping he would be as horny as I was, this Friday night as I needed a good fucking to relax me. He usually was good at making me orgasm, whether with his cock, his fingers or his mouth. I couldn’t wait for my trip to the store.

As I walked to the store that evening, I could feel my nipples harden a bit and I felt a bit slippery between my legs. Anticipation can be a powerful aphrodisiac and I was more than ready for our weekly sexual tryst.

When I got to the store, I grabbed a cart and began my tour around the store. I looked around to see if I could see Bob, my Friday night lover, but thought maybe he was working in the back or something. Most of the workers that worked on Friday nights were regulars as well and knew of my routine now of coming in on Friday to shop and then Bob helping to take my groceries home.

When I got to the checkout stand, I asked the checker where Bob was tonight as I had bought quite a few things and figured he would be helping back to my condo with my groceries. The checker told me that Bob had taken the night off as he had some sort of family emergency out of town and had left in the middle of his shift on Thursday.

I told the checker that was too bad and that I hoped it was nothing serious. I would probably need to talk to the manager in charge about getting my groceries home and to see if maybe they would let me borrow the cart overnight. The checker used his intercom to summon the manager to their check stand, and as my groceries were sacked and put into a cart, I waited for the manager.

“Hello, Susan,” the manager said as he walked up to me. “How are you this evening,” he asked.

“I am fine, Mr. Williams,” I replied. “Your checker was just telling me that Bob had to take off this evening,” I asked.

“Yes, that is correct. Bob said he had a family emergency and had to leave town quite quickly,” Mr. Williams confirmed. “I guess we need to find you a substitute to help get your groceries home, tonight,” he said.

“Well, I could just take the cart home and bring it back in the morning,” I told him.

“I would let you do that, but the manager that will be working tomorrow morning is a stickler for the rules and if he finds out that I let you take a cart home, he could make trouble for me,” Mr. Williams said.

“I have another idea,” he continued. “We have a new employee and he is covering for Bob this evening. How about if we just let him help you get your groceries home and he can come back and just leave the cart by the front door and then go home. I can just punch him out of the time clock as I am closing, which will get him some overtime which I am sure will please him,” Mr. Williams said.

“I suppose that will have to do for this week, since Bob isn’t here and you won’t let me take the cart home,” I told him.

With that, Mr. Williams went to the intercom and paged someone named Billy to the front. A couple of minutes later, a young man came up to Mr. Williams and asked him what he needed.

“Billy, Ms. Andrews is one of our regular customers. She lives in the condo project next door and always walks over here to do her shopping on Friday night. Normally, Bob helps her home with her groceries in the cart and then brings the cart back to the store and drives home,” Mr. Williams was telling this young man.

“Sure, Mr. Williams, I will be happy to do that. My folks are out of town this weekend, so I don’t have to be home right after work. Do you need me to punch the clock now,” Billy asked?

“No, Billy, I will punch you out before I leave so that you can have some overtime, since you technically are still working for the store, providing service for one of our best customers,” Mr. Williams told Billy.

“Thank you, Mr. Williams, I appreciate that,” Billy said. Then Billy turned to me and asked me if I was ready to go. I told him I was, and we headed out the door with my cart full of groceries for the walk to my condo.

I was so frustrated at that moment as I realized my night of sex had gone out the window with Bob out of town. I was very disappointed, and it must have shown on my face as we were walking, as Billy sensed something was wrong.

“I am sorry, ma’am, but you seem upset about something. Is there something I can do to help you,” Billy asked?

“Billy, how old are you?” I asked.

“Seventeen, Ma’am, I am a Senior in High School,” Billy replied.

“Don’t take this the wrong way Billy, but what is troubling me, you can’t fix,” I told him. I was suffering from a case of being horny and my sex partner was away for the weekend. I should have bought more batteries for my vibrator while I was at the store.

We continued to walk in silence, and I couldn’t help but think that maybe I had hurt Billy’s feelings by telling him that he could not fix what was troubling me. I decided to see if I could cheer him up, by being a bit flirty while also getting the ‘Billy’ story.

I asked him about school, where he planned to go to college, why he chose the grocery store to work. It turns out that Billy was evidently, a great student at school and was planning on attending Rice University, in Houston. Rice was not an easy school to get into, so he must have very good grades.

Billy told me that he had received a scholarship from Rice but was working his last year of high school to earn spending money while he was away at college. He had only started working at the store a week ago but was enjoying it so far.

I asked him where his parents were this weekend as I remembered him telling Mr. Williams that they were out of town. He told me that his father had a business conference in another state and that they had decided to make it a short vacation as well. They would not be home until next Wednesday.

Billy told me that his parents had always been very strict with him, emphasizing school over any kind of social life. He did not have a girlfriend and had been out on very few dates. Many of his fellow Seniors saw him as a bit of a nerd because he spent so much time studying.

I asked him whether he had ever kissed a girl or had any sort of physical experience with a woman. Billy told me he had kissed one of his date’s goodnight, but that he had not gone very well as she had told him that he was a lousy kisser and never went out with him again.

We were getting close to my condo and were approaching the elevator to go up to my floor. Usually, when it was Bob and me in the elevator, we would stand very close together as there was not much room for the two of us and the grocery cart. I was standing in front of Billy and we were almost touching each other as we were very close to each other.

When the elevator door opened, I pushed the cart out of the elevator and started down the hallway to my door. When we arrived, I asked Billy if he would bring my groceries into my house and I would start putting them away. Billy agreed and I opened the door and walked in. I turned a lamp on in the living room and walked to the kitchen where I turned on the light.

Billy came in with the first two bags and set them on the counter for me. I told him that I was going to pour myself a glass of wine to drink while I put the groceries away and could I get him a soft drink or something. Billy politely told me no thank you, that he would just bring in my groceries and then head back to the store.

After a few minutes, Billy had brought all the groceries in and I was well on my way to having them all put away. Billy asked if he could use the bathroom before he walked back to the store. He would then have to drive home and it would be a while before he got there. I showed him where the Powder Room was and went back to working on my groceries.

When Billy came back into the kitchen, I was waiting for him with a glass with Coke in it. He reminded me that he did not want anything to drink but thanked me again for the offer.

“Billy, normally when Bob walks me home with my groceries, he stays for a bit and we talk,” I told him. Do you think you could stay for a few minutes while I finish with the groceries and at least drink the soda as a thank you for helping me bring them home,” I asked him?

“I guess if Mr. Peterson normally stays for a bit, then I can stay for a short time as well,” Billy told me. I could tell he was a bit uneasy and was not sure if it was because he was in my condo, or because he was afraid he needed to get back to the store.

“Remember, Mr. Williams said he would lock up and you could just leave the cart by the door,” I reminded Billy. “Have a seat on my sofa and enjoy the soda while I finish putting these groceries away, please?” I told him. Billy took the soda and went to sit in my living room which was visible from the kitchen as it was an open floorplan.

I could see Billy was looking around my condo, checking things out I suppose. He still seemed a bit nervous, so I asked him about his hobbies. Billy told me that he really didn’t have any hobbies, but he did like listening to music when his parents allowed him to listen. I asked him what kind of music he liked, and he told me his parents enjoyed classical music and jazz so that was really all he ever listened to and had come to enjoy both genres.

I walked over to my audio system and turned it on and found my playlist that had jazz on it. Miles Davis came on and I asked him if he knew the trumpeter’s music. A smile came across his face, as he told me that Miles Davis was his favorite musician and that the horn was his favorite instrument. He told me that his parents had made him take piano lessons when he was younger and that he had been a member of the jazz band at school since he was a freshman.

I finally got a bit of animation out of Billy as I moved back to the kitchen to finish putting away my groceries. My wine glass was empty, so I poured myself another glass of wine. When I finished the groceries, I told Billy I was going to go use the bathroom, but that I would be right back.

As I walked back to my bedroom, my horniness came back. Normally this walk to my bedroom on a Friday evening would be with Bob and we would spend the night in my bed, pleasing each other sexually. I was frustrated at this point and decided to pull my bra off so that at least my nipples would get some stimulation from rubbing again my blouse.

I used the bathroom, then took my blouse and bra off. Instead of putting my blouse back on, I went into my bedroom and pulled a tee shirt from my drawer. I pulled it over my head and tucked it into my pants. I looked at myself in the mirror and could see that my nipples were quite prominent through the tee. I pinched them both and then went back out to visit with Billy.

I found Billy just as I had left him, glass in hand, sitting on my sofa listening to the music. I put a coaster on the coffee table in front of him and told him he did not have to hold the glass all the time. I then sat down on the other end of the sofa, pulled my foot up under me and turned to face him. I immediately saw his glance move down towards my breasts and I was guessing that he was having a look.

“Billy, why don’t you think your parents are more open to your dating other girls?” I asked. “Wouldn’t that be considered an important part of growing up and becoming a man?” I continued.

“My parents believe that after I finish college and have a job, then I can begin thinking about women and looking for a suitable mate,” Billy told me. “I enjoy learning and really don’t give other girls much of thought right now as I concentrate on my studies and get ready for college,” he told me.

“Remember you telling me about the one girl you went out with and kissed goodnight, and she made fun of the fact that she thought you were a lousy kisser,” I asked him.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Well when the time comes for you to start thinking about finding a suitable mate, as you said, wouldn’t it be a good idea to have some idea of how to act around women so that they don’t always give you the cold shoulder?” I asked him.

“Gee, I had never really thought of it like that,” he told me. “It was embarrassing that she told me I was not a good kisser and I think she told several of her girlfriends at school,” Billy said. “I just brushed it off and never asked a girl out after that,” he said, now looking a bit sad.

“Billy, you are a reasonably nice-looking young man and you obviously are very intelligent. When the time comes, you don’t want a repeat of what happened in high school again, where no one wants to go out with you because of your inexperience,” I told him.

“What should I do, ma’am?” he asked me. “I don’t really know much about women or how to act around them. I learned about the birds and the bees from a book that my parents gave me. After I read it, they gave me a quiz and I had to keep taking it until I got all the answers right. They wouldn’t explain anything to me but made me go back to the book to find out why I had gotten answers incorrect,” Billy said.

I was starting to feel sorry for Billy, and my being sexually frustrated for the night caused me to move closer to Billy, on the sofa. I could see him pulling back and I moved closer to him.

“Now, Billy just relax and let me help you understand about women and how to act around them,” I told him. I was sitting right next to him now and was turned, facing him, as I began to impart some wisdom about Mars and Venus to him. I spoke to him about an hour without him saying anything, but I could tell he was listening AND looking at my nipples through my tee.

When I was done speaking, I asked him, “OK, Billy do you have any questions?”

“Only one,” he replied. “How can I learn to kiss better?” he asked me.

“I think it’s best to take your cue from the woman you are kissing,” I told him. “Start out with gentle kisses and if she stays with gentle kissing, then you follow. If she begins to get more passionate with her kisses, then you need to follow suit and be more passionate as well,” I continued. “Also, most women love French kissing so don’t be afraid to reach out with your tongue and see if she opens up to let you slip our tongue inside of her. You also must be willing to relax your lips and let her slip her tongue inside of you, as well. Kissing is one of the most intimate things you can do with a woman and it becomes a great indicator of how you feel about one another,” I told him.

“Wow,” he said. “I never knew there was so much to it,” he told me. “I thought you just touched lips and kept them together until one of you pulled away,” Billy said.

“Billy,” I looked him in the eye and took one of his hands in mine, “would you like to kiss me, so you can practice?” I asked him.

“Could I?” he asked. “You mean you would let me kiss you even though we hardly know each other?” he continued.

“Sure, you seem like a nice young man and it is obvious that you are lacking in experience, I told him. If you are going to find a nice young woman to be your girlfriend, you are going to need to know how to kiss so you don’t repeat what happened with that other girl,” I told him.

“So, what do we do, how are we going to do it?” he asked.

I could tell he was getting a little excited and I had to calm him down a bit, so he didn’t get carried away.

“Remember Billy, this is just practice,” I told him. “I am just trying to help you and you need to stay calm and pay attention,” I told him to just relax as I could feel that his hand was sweating in my hand. I wasn’t sure if he was nervous about kissing an older woman or just nervous about kissing a woman, completely.

I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the lips as a precursor of what was to come. “Now Billy, I am going to lean over and kiss you and I will pretend that I am a guy and you are a woman and you will see what I mean,” I told him. “Just respond as your mind tells you to, but remember another woman is going to let you take the lead, especially in the beginning,” I instructed him.

I reached over and took his other hand in mine, and as I was holding both of his hands, I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips. I could tell he was still a bit nervous as his mouth was tightly closed, so I just held my lips against his and let my tongue play against the outside of his lips. Billy began to relax, and I went back to just kissing his lips with mine.

After a few moments, I pulled back and broke the kiss. I looked at Billy and he looked back at me, wide-eyed but seemingly happy. I moved forward again and kissed him. This time I pressed my lips against his, a bit more urgently. After a few moments, I opened my mouth a bit and kissed him with my open mouth but not using my tongue.

A few moments of open-mouth kissing him, and I pulled back again and looked at him in the eye. “Are you OK?” I asked him.

“Yes,” he said rather breathlessly. I smiled and told him he was doing fine. I leaned in again and kissed him. After just a few seconds, I opened my mouth slightly and stuck my tongue out and pressed it against his lips. Billy responded by opening his mouth slightly and I slid my tongue in his mouth.

I could feel him moan against my lips as my tongue began probing the inside of his mouth. I dropped his hands and put my arms around him to give him a hug and pull him closer to me. I frenched him for quite some time, and then pulled my tongue back, but kept my mouth open. Almost immediately, his tongue moved into my mouth and he began exploring the inside of my mouth with his tongue.

I was beginning to get turned on by kissing him, as I was still in a bit of arousal from thinking I would be having sex with Bob. I had my hand on the back of Billy’s head, holding our faces close together and he continued to French me. As he finally pulled his tongue back into his own mouth, I pursed my lips and finished this kiss against his lips. I pulled back from him and put my hands at my side.

“Billy, that was very nice,” I told him. He had a big grin on his face, and I could tell he was excited about this new thing he had learned.

“That felt really nice and I enjoyed having my tongue in your mouth,” he told me.

“OK, so this time, you kiss me as the guy and I will be the woman and you take the lead but respond to the way I respond to you,” I said. “Are you ready to try again?” I asked him.

He nodded his response and moved towards me to kiss me. He brushed his lips across mine and then kissed me fully on the lips. He reached his arms around and hugged me as I had hugged him earlier. Billy was practicing the things I had taught him and was doing a very nice job.

I was actively kissing him back and our kiss and turned in to a rather passionate embrace. I reached out and ran my hands through his hair as he continued to hug me tightly against his body. My breasts were responding to the stimulus and my nipples had become very hard. I pulled one hand down and put it on his chest, resting my hand there as he continued to kiss me.

I had become very turned on and we were now Frenching with great vigor as our tongues were practically battling in each other’s mouth. I opened my eyes to see that his eyes were closed but he had quite the contented look on his face. We continued to kiss feverishly, breaking only momentarily to place our lips differently against each other.

In my stimulated state, my instincts took over and the hand that was on his chest, fell to his thigh where I grabbed him gently and began to knead his thigh. I felt him moan into my mouth and I was excited that he had learned how to please me so easily with his lips.

Suddenly, he stopped kissing me and pulled away from me with a scared look on his face. I was afraid maybe I had hurt him with my massaging of his thigh, and I looked down at his crotch. His pants were tented, and it was obvious he had an erection.

Billy got up and immediately ran to the bathroom and closed the door. I wondered if he had gotten embarrassed because he had an erection. I hadn’t touched him on his dick but had merely rested my hand on his leg and touched his thigh. I suppose with our heavy kissing he had become aroused and didn’t want me to see.

I went to the bathroom door and knocked. “Billy are you alright?” I asked.

“I’m fine, please just leave me alone,” he pleaded with me.

“Billy, you are in my bathroom so it will be difficult for me to leave you alone,” I told him. “Please come out so we can talk about whatever happened. You were doing so well kissing me and then you just suddenly stopped. If you do that with another woman, she is going to wonder what is going on,” I told him.

I moved away from the door, to give him some space. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. I hoped that the only thing that was bothering him was the erection. As inexperienced as Billy was, it was to be expected that he would get an erection. I went back to the living room to sit on the sofa and wait for him.

After a few moments, I heard the bathroom door open. Billy came out, but went and stood in the kitchen, behind the counter. I set my wine glass down and walked over to him. Billy immediately started backing up and moving away from me.

“Billy, what’s wrong? Are you afraid of me for some reason? I thought you were enjoying kissing me,” I said.

“I did enjoy kissing you, but then something happened, and I didn’t want you to see,” Billy told me.

“Come back to the living room and let’s sit and talk about what happened, please?” I pleaded.

“Alright,” he said. He waited for me to begin walking towards the sofa and Billy walked a couple of steps behind me. As he sat down, he grabbed one of my pillows and put it in his lap. I assumed he was still hard and was trying to hide it from me.

“Billy, I was just trying to teach you how to kiss, like you asked,” I said. “If I am going to help you, you have to tell me what caused you to run off like that?” I told him.

“Ms. Anthony, it felt really good kissing you and I was enjoying your tongue in my mouth and mine in yours,” Billy said. “But then something happened, and I am not allowed to say what it was,” he told me.

“Billy, did your penis become erect?” I asked him. “If so, that is perfectly natural as we were sharing a rather intimate moment,” I told him.

“My parents told me that if that happens, it is the Devil trying to take control of me,” he told me. “I am not supposed to have that happen until I am married, and my wife and I are ready to make a baby,” he said.

“Billy, are your parents really strict with you?” I asked.

“Yes, Ms. Anthony. That is why I very rarely date. They are afraid the Devil will take control of me and make me do terrible things,” he continued.

“Billy, was kissing me a terrible thing?” I asked him.

“No, ma’am, it felt really nice. But then my penis got hard and I thought the Devil was starting in on me,” Billy said.

“Billy, what your parents said was to protect you from making a girl pregnant. You do know how that happens, don’t you? When you read that book your parents gave you, did you ask them any questions?” I asked.

“I told my Dad that I had a couple of questions, but he said everything I needed to know was in the book they gave me to read,” he said.

“I guess it didn’t say anything about what to do when you got an erection, did it,” I asked him. "When a man gets an erection, especially when engaging in an activity such as kissing it is perfectly natural and is the body’s way of reacting. If a woman happens to notice it, in that situation it can be quite complimentary to her. It shows that she makes the man excited and that she pleases him. Does that make sense?” I said.

“Yes, it does,” he told me. “I have had a couple of friends at school tell me that my parents are over-protective of me and that as long as I use good judgment, everything would be alright. I told my Mom that and she grounded me for a week,” Billy told me.

“Billy, you are of an age where these things are going to happen, especially if you start seeing women and engaging in sexual play. You just need to be smart about what you do, so that neither of you does anything that you would regret. The book did talk about birth control, didn’t it?” I asked him.

“Yes, I know about that and how there are things that a man and a woman can do to try and prevent pregnancy. It said the best way to prevent pregnancy was abstinence and I don’t want to make a girl pregnant,” he told me.

“You know there are things that you and a girl can do to show each other you care that would not lead to pregnancy,” I told him. Did it talk about any of those things in the book you read?” I asked him.

“Not really, the book came from a Doctor’s office, I think, as the terms and things that were mentioned were all very clinical,” he said. "I think that this is why I am so shy around girls and then when I do go out with one, I make a complete full of myself,” Billy said.

I looked closely at Billy and he was crying. I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder. “Billy, do you feel like you are being shy around me?” I asked him.

“No, Ms. Anthony, you are very sweet to even spend this time with me and I really appreciate it,” he replied.

“Billy, I am going to ask you to do me a couple of favors and I would really appreciate it if you would say yes to both, as it will make both of us feel more comfortable,” I told him. “Please call me Susan. I understand that you want to be polite, but we are friends now and you can call me by my first name, okay?” I said.

“Alright, Susan, I will try to remember. What is the second favor?” he asked.

“For the remainder of the time that you are here, I want you to relax and let me show you how not to make a fool out of yourself when you are with other girls. Do you trust me enough to do that for you?” I asked him. “I know your parents have told you how your erection is the devil, and I suppose they are trying to protect you, but they are also hindering you from developing into someone that women will be attracted to and want to date,” I told him.

“I guess so, but what if I get another erection? I am sure you are going to want to kiss me again and while it feels good, I don’t want you to see me with an erection,” Billy said.

“Billy, did it hurt when you had the erection? Or did it actually feel good?” I asked him.

“It did feel kind of good, but then I got scared and then it began to hurt a bit as it was straining against my pants,” Billy told me.

“Alright, then, let’s start with kissing and let that feel good. If you get an erection, don’t get scared and enjoy the feeling of your penis responding to the good feeling of kissing me. After that, just enjoy what is happening and trust that I promise that I won’t hurt you but will be trying to help you. Fair enough,” I asked”

“Okay, Susan, I trust you and you have been trying to help me. You are quite pretty, and I do enjoy kissing you,” Billy said.

With that, I leaned over and began kissing him again. I could feel his whole body relax as we continued to kiss, gently and then moving on to a more fervent French kissing. As I felt him relax and get more into the kiss, I rested my hand on his thigh. He momentarily tensed up, but then he relaxed again.

I used my fingertips to rub up and down his thigh and I released our kiss, momentarily. “Do you like my fingers stroking your thigh,” I asked him.

“It felt a bit weird at first, but now it does feel good and I am getting that feeling again,” he replied.

“Good,” I told him. “Just let it happen and enjoy it. If I do anything that you don’t like or doesn’t feel good, just ask me to stop,” I said.

I was beginning to get turned on myself and I could feel that my nipples were still hard under my tee. Now, here I was in my condo with a high school boy who had zero experience in the sexual department and my nipples were as hard as nails as I found myself enjoying touching this young man.

I continued to move my fingertips up and down his thigh, and as I reached the top of his thigh, I would give a gentle squeeze. I looked at Billy and saw that he was staring at my breasts. I figured he could probably see the outline of my breasts through the shirt and could definitely see my nipples poking against the fabric.

“Billy, do you like what you see?” I asked him.

“I do,” he replied. “I saw pictures of a woman’s breasts in a magazine that a friend had, but I have never seen breasts in person before. Yours appear to be quite pretty,” he told me.

I moved closer to him and whispered in his ear, “you can touch them if you want, and if you enjoy touching them, maybe I will let you see them.”

I then moved to begin kissing him but stopped rubbing his thigh. Instead, I found his hand with mine and brought it up to one of my breasts and let him feel me. He was quite tentative, but I began squeezing his fingers against my breast so that he could feel them and know how they felt in his hand. Billy involuntarily moaned into my mouth while we were kissing.

I pulled back from our kiss and I again whispered in his ear, “Oh Billy, that feels good. I like you touching me on my breasts, and you are turning me on.”

As I moved back to begin kissing him again, I noticed that his pants were tented again, and that Billy must be in full erection mode now. I slipped my tongue inside of his mouth as I now knew that he enjoyed French kissing. I moved my hand from his and let him touch my breasts on his own. As I did, I moved my hand to his lap and let my hand rest on top of the tent in his pants.

Billy did not pull back or resist me resting my hand on him and he continued to lightly caress my breasts. My nipple must have felt like it was jamming into the palm of his hand by now, as I was really getting turned on now. I was not sure how far I was willing to take this, but a combination of my being sexually frustrated at Bob not being at work tonight and Billy needing some sexual guidance had me worked up and horny.

I took my other hand and pulled my top out of my pants so that it would be un-tucked. I then took the hand that had been resting on Billy’s crotch and moved it back, on top of Billy’s hand. I took his hand in mine and Billy broke our kiss. He looked at me questioningly, probably thinking that he might have hurt me or that I was stopping him.

What happened, is that I took his hand and moved it under my top so that he could now touch my bare breast. I saw a slight smile on Billy’s face as his hand reached my breast.

“Do you like touching me, Billy?” I asked him.

“Very much so, your breast is so soft, yet your nipple is very hard,” he told me.

“When a woman becomes sexually excited, quite often her nipples will harden, much like a man’s penis becomes erect,” I began. “I would imagine that your penis is hard, as I hope that you are enjoying yourself,” I told him.

“I can feel that my penis is, in fact, quite hard right now and I really need to position it in my pants better, so it doesn’t hurt,” Billy said.

“You just keep touching me and exploring my breasts,” I told him. Then leaned forward and began blowing in his ear and lightly touching his ear with my tongue. I also put my hand in his crotch again and felt for the outline of his dick, in his pants. When I got my hand on it, I felt Billy tense up again.

“Just relax, Billy. I am not going to hurt you and in fact, I bet that you will be feeling even better,” I calmed him.

I felt his dick in my hand and it felt to be of normal size. It was quite hard, and I could imagine it was very uncomfortable in his pants like that. I was rubbing his dick gently and began kissing him again. Billy moaned gently and began rubbing my breasts and playing with my nipple.

This only incited my own horniness even more and at this point I wanted both of us to fully enjoy this little tryst. I put my left hand around him and pulled him closer to me and kissed him more passionately. Billy immediately began kissing me back and our tongues were playing with each other. I decided it was the right time and I reached up and grasped his zipper and began to tug it down.

When I got his zipper down, Billy broke our kiss and looked at me with a questioned look on his face. I decided to up the ante a bit and to keep his interest on me, rather than on what I might be doing to him. I pulled back a bit so that his hand came out from under my shirt. I reached down and pulled my top over my head and threw it on the chair next to the sofa.

My breasts are of average size, but Billy’s eyes bulged with interest as he took in the sight before him. I put my own hands on my breasts and then playfully took my nipples between my fingers and rolled them like I enjoy.

“Billy, I love having you touch me, and my nipples are very sensitive and love attention. Please continue what you have been doing as you are making me very excited,” I told him.

I knew that it would not be long when I would want his lips on my nipples, and I was sure I would have to direct his hand between my legs to stir up my honey pot. For now, I wanted to get his dick out of his pants, so it would be more comfortable and so that I could play with it.

I took Billy’s hand and put it on my now bare breast and let him continue to explore. I moved over closer to him and went back to kissing him. At the same time, I dropped my hand to his lap and fished around inside of his zipper for his dick. I could tell he was wearing boxers which made it easier to pull his dick out of his pants.

When I got his dick out of his pants, I again felt him tense a bit. I ran my fingers up and down the length of his dick and began massaging him. His dick became even harder in my hand and Billy was now moaning into my mouth while kissing me. I could tell that I was having an effect on him as he seemed to be enjoying what I was doing to him.

I began to rhythmically stroke Billy, with the idea of having him ejaculate. I wanted him to know the pleasure he could have without having to worry about making a woman pregnant. I was running my other hand through his hair while kissing him and jacking his dick.

Billy was beginning to squirm a bit and I knew that I must be getting him close. I whispered in his ear to just let things happen and enjoy it, but he continued to squirm. He pulled his hand away from my breast and was trying to move my hand off him.

“What’s wrong, Billy?” I asked him.

“I need to go to the bathroom, I feel like I am about to urinate all over you and the sofa,” he told me excitedly.

“No, Billy, I think you are about to ejaculate,” I explained to him, while slowing the ministrations that I was giving his dick. “Surely, you know that you can ejaculate without having intercourse with another woman, don’t you?” I asked. Have you ever ejaculated?” I continued to ask.

He looked at me with pleading eyes and I told him that a lot of males play with their penis to make it ejaculate because it feels so good. I told him it was called masturbating and surely, he read about that in his sex book. Billy told me that there had been nothing in his book about that. The book only explained about body parts and how they fit together to make a baby.

“Oh Billy, you poor boy,” I told him. “Please just relax and let things just happen. I am sure you are going to enjoy this more than anything else you have ever experienced in your life,” I explained.

Billy was continuing to squirm, and I was beginning to think that he was holding back from ejaculating, perhaps because he had never done so and did not know what to expect. I cupped my right hand under his balls and began to gently squeeze and knead them, as I continued to stroke his dick. I felt his dick get even harder and his balls pulled up very close to his body.

Billy looked down at my hands on his dick and balls and began to smile. He then put his head back on the back of the sofa and dropped his hands from my breasts to his sides. It was then that his dick erupted as the first blast of his cum shot a full foot into the air.

I continued to rub his balls and stroke his dick and he continued to shoot his cum out the end of his dick. It flew everywhere; onto his pants, up on his shirt, it landed on my arms and hands and it just continued to spurt. Finally, I was able to give his dick one last stroke and one last dribble formed at the opening of his dick. I was so excited at seeing him ejaculate with such force and volume that I instinctively leaned over and licked the last bit of cum from his dick.

It tasted delicious and I soon found the head of his dick in my mouth and I was sucking on him, looking for any last bit of cum I could get out of him. When I was satisfied that his balls were empty, I gave the head of his dick a last kiss and sat back up again. When I did, I found that Billy had been watching me suck his dick and had a smile on his face.

“Did you enjoy that, Billy?” I asked.

“Oh my, yes,” he responded. “It felt so good and when it started coming out, I could feel it in my spine it was so intense,” he continued.

I began licking his cum off my hands, fingers and arms, reveling in the thought that I had probably just given this young man his first orgasm. I am not sure which one of us had enjoyed it more, me or Billy. One thing for sure, I was hoping I could get Billy to stay longer so we could play some more.

“Billy, let me get a washcloth so that we can clean your pants and shirt off,” I told him. “What do your parents think you were going to do tonight, after you got off work?” I asked him.

“I told them that I would probably go to one of my friends’ houses to play video games and maybe spend the night there,” he said. “I am supposed to call them in the morning, on my way to work,” he continued.

“Billy, I have an idea if you are interested,” I said from the bathroom as I was wetting a washcloth to clean his clothes off. “Would you like to stay here tonight and I could teach you some more things about women, so that you will be more experienced when you finally have a girlfriend,” I asked him as I walked back into my living room.

“I guess so,” he started. “I would like to learn more, and you are such a good teacher,” he continued. “I don’t work until 1 pm tomorrow, but I should probably get my car in the morning, so the store doesn’t suspect anything,” he said.

“Look, we can get up early in the morning and I can drop you off at your car. Then you can go home, get ready for work, call your parents to check-in and be at work in plenty of time. I will bring the grocery cart up and tell them that you forgot to take it back with you, when you left my house ‘last night,’” I told him.

“Ok, that makes sense,” Billy said. I began wiping down his pants and shirt and removing the cum from them. “I hope you have some more things to teach me,” Billy continued.

“Billy, we have just barely begun,” I told him. “Let’s go to my bedroom and continue your education.