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Please bear with me for a little bit. The pace will pick up later on, but there are some things I need to say to explain how I became the person I did.
I was born I 1948, the youngest of four children in my family. My brothers and sister were eight, six, and four years older than I. My parents were older than most of my friends' parents (my dad was in the Navy during WW II). To make things worse, I was small for my age, more interested in reading and drawing than in tossing a football around. Since my dad was a diehard football fan, that put even more distance between us. Of course, by the time I might have had any interest in learning how to throw a forward pass, my dad was of an age that he would rather sit in his chair with a beer and watch a game on TV. My mom worked at a variety of jobs for as long as I could remember.
From the time I was nine until I was fourteen, my dad worked overseas. Each year he got a thirty day leave to spend with his family. During those years both my brothers went off to college and my sister's pubescent interest in boys got serious. The times she used to spend with me, drawing pictures or filling up coloring books and stuff, were over. Even though my dad's wages were high for the time, my mom still felt she needed to have a job to bring in extra money.
All that said, I always felt like an outsider at home. When I was seven we were living in New Mexico. One day when I was illicitly going through my brother's closet, I found a paperback book of nudist cartoons. I had never heard of social nudity until then. My mom, being a 'modern mother' had taught all of us the basics of sex using a set of booklets she found somewhere. They were written as a series, each slanted toward a certain age group.
By that time I was occasionally getting erections. I knew they happened to grown men so they could 'put their seed into the woman', but all they did for me was feel strangely good. My mom told me 'not to play with it', so I kept my little hard on a secret after that. When I saw all the cartoons of naked men and women I got hard. The idea of all those people (and maybe being one of them) was exciting to me. Early exposure to ideas plant deep roots in young minds.
When my dad came home from overseas in 1962 we had moved to Tacoma, Washington. My sister had by then married and moved out. I was alone with a pair of mid-forties parents. Even though we didn't live in downtown, we were living in a city. At fourteen I got into some juvenile trouble by accident. Oh, I did things I shouldn't have done, but when the cops got involved, I was sold out by a guy I thought was my friend. Anyway, the whole thing made my mom decide we had to get out of the city.
We moved to a small town at the foot of Mt. Rainier (If my mom thought the move would remove me from temptation and danger, she must have forgotten how country boys and girls act. But that's another story.). Since both of my parents worked in Tacoma still, and the I-5 freeway hadn't yet been built, they had to drive 90 miles round trip every day. To my mom it was worth it to get me away from all the city juvenile delinquents. My dad didn't say so out loud, but he was less enchanted with the drive.
We had stumbled on a good deal with the house we rented there. An absentee owner of 240 acres needed somebody to live in the little house there and keep an eye on the property, two horses and several head of cattle he kept there. The rent was cheap, the air was clean and the land was beautiful. I was pissed off that the few friends I had lived so far away, but I liked being there, too. I have no idea how close the nearest neighbor was, but with 240 acres around me, it didn't really matter.
The first couple of weeks were great. It was May and everything was in bloom. I had spent so much of my life living alone in my head, the freedom of being alone in fact was great. The weather was warm. When my parents drove down the long driveway and through the gate I was on my own. I spent my days exploring the property. The horses were half wild so, while they would suffer me to approach them, there was no way they could be ridden. If one had let me mount at all, I'd have been on my ass in seconds, since I was not a horseman. I'd ridden before, but I was not skilled.
I found a beautiful little meadow in the middle of the trees that covered most of the acreage. Part of it was a mud bog, but there was a wide stretch of mossy ground next to a small stream that crossed through the clearing. Well, it took a couple of seconds before I was lying naked in the moss with the warm spring sun shining down on me. I spent a lot of time there naked, even bringing my fishing pole to catch the trout in the stream. It felt great to stand in the shallows naked, casting my lure into the current. It was all very idyllic.
I said, "the first couple of weeks were great". Then my mother's worrying streak took over. A high school girlfriend of my sister's had found herself in a difficult situation. She also had married, but her husband was out of work that year. When my mom heard about it, she invited them to stay with us (there was a detached building that could be used as sleeping quarters) and 'keep an eye on me' during the week while my parents were at work. They moved in the first week in June.
I liked Elaine, but Curt, her husband, turned out to be an asshole. When my parents were around he was the picture of a good husband. When it was just the three of us, he treated her like shit. To him I was just a kid and almost beneath his notice. If he stayed at 'the ranch' (as we called the place) during the day, he slept late and expected Elaine to wait on him. Many days he would get in their car and leave, supposedly to look for work in town. Those days he would come home smelling of beer just before my parents got home.
One day he got the idea that he would ride one of the horses. There were a couple of bridles in the barn. Taking one of them and a rope, he managed to get the mare in tow (the stallion almost trampled him so he gave up on it) and got the bridle on her. Elaine and I watched as he vaulted onto her back. We were still watching when she ran around bucking. He managed to keep his seat until she stopped bucking. She was still unhappy having him on top of her, however. Riding bareback he had to hold on with his legs and feet. But he made thing worse by digging his heels into her belly and yelling at her to gallop.
She did as he asked. But there was no way he could control her. He learned it the hard way when she scraped him off violently against the corral fence. Curt lay groaning in the dust and horse shit while the mare galloped off merrily. At first Elaine and I laughed. When we realized that Curt was hurt pretty badly, we stopped laughing and Elaine started crying. I still laughed inside, though. The prick got what he deserved. Elaine raced to town with Curt lying whining in the back seat. I stayed home.
It was a good thing I stayed behind, too. The town doctor (yes, there was only one) told her he couldn't help him. He sent her to the closest hospital in Tacoma. I explained everything to my parents when they came home that night. Elaine called just before they got home and told me Curt had three compound fractures in one leg and a simple break in the other one. He'd be in the hospital for several weeks.
Elaine stayed at her parents' that night. The next morning after visiting Curt at the hospital, she came back out to the ranch. Her mood was cloudy and unhappy. I thought she was just worried about Curt and the hospital bills. The next day I learned that it was more than that.
My parents went off to work and a couple of hours later Elaine came in from their 'bunkhouse'. Her eyes were red and she kept sniffing. Even to a fourteen year old boy it was obvious that she had been crying. Being inexperienced in those things, I was unsure what to do. So I didn't do anything. We spent a few hours watching TV in relative silence.
Just before her soap operas came on she fixed me a sandwich and fell into tears while she was spreading the mustard. I asked her what was wrong. Now, I had known Elaine for about three years longer than her husband had at that point. I'd always gotten along with her and had also always had a crush on her, just as I had with most of my sister's girlfriends from school.
She wasn't very smart (look who she married, for God's sake) and she wasn't beautiful, or even conventionally pretty. She had short brown hair that looked like she spent little time combing. She did, however, have a nice round pair of tits and a nice round pair of ass cheeks which she liked to dress in tight jeans. I think it was watching her ass that set my standards for women's asses. Like I said, ideas take deep root in young minds. Anyway, I thought she was sexy.
When she didn't answer but still her tears fell, I walked into the kitchen and took the knife out of her hand. I put it on the counter and pulled her by the hand to the couch. When she sat down and put her face in her hands I sat across the room from her in my dad's chair. She finally got herself under control and looked at me. She gave a little embarrassed laugh and shook her head.
"It's Curt, Danny. He's just so..." Again she shook her head and struggled for the right word.
"He's just such an asshole," I said for her. She looked at me and laughed out loud. It must have set her loose. She told me that he told her not to come to the hospital every day.
"He said I was a stupid bitch and having me sitting in his room was stupid. I told him it was just because I loved him and wanted to be there for him." She threatened to cloud over again so I urged her to go on. She blew her nose and sniffed. "He said he would call me if he needed anything. Otherwise I could just stay out here." She hesitated a second before she went on. "You know how hard it was for us to get him into the car?" I nodded. "He cussed me out for hurting him worse. He said I was the one who made his leg worse."
"Elaine that is such bullshit! He's really an asshole. I don't know why you waste your time with him." I know it was just jealousy on my part, but it was also the truth. "He treats you like a dog -- no, worse than a dog. I love Lobo more than he loves you." Lobo was my big shepherd mix mutt. When I said it, Lobo was sitting beside me, his tongue lolling out and enjoying the scratching I was giving his ears.
Elaine didn't say anything for a while. I got up to finish making my sandwich and she watched the soaps. After I ate I told her I was going out for a while. Before I left Elaine gave me a tight hug, pressing my face deep between her big tits. My dick got stiff and I made a hasty retreat after she let me go. Lobo and I made our way to 'my meadow' and I sat on the bank of the stream, tossing pebbles in and thinking dark thoughts about Curt. I also thought wonderful, sexy thoughts about Elaine. By the age of fourteen I knew a lot more about sex than I had at seven. I knew exactly where my stiff cock was supposed to go, though I hadn't had the pleasure yet.
For three days Elaine called the hospital in the morning to talk to Curt and see how he was. The fourth day he asked her to bring him some more magazines and books. She asked me if I wanted to ride along so I went with her. We stopped in South Tacoma at a King's drive-in where she bought me lunch. We talked and laughed while we ate. Several times she put her hand on my arm while she told me some of the stories about the things she and my sister did in school. I guess she forgot who she was talking to, and how young I was. She accidentally let the cat out of the bag about the night my sister had sex for the first time. When she realized what she was telling me she blushed and pleaded with me not to say anything to anybody. I promised. I had a feeling that sharing that secret brought us closer.
All of this swirled together in my mind and I got brave and asked her when she had sex the first time. She blushed and looked at me with big eyes. It was the closest she ever came to looking pretty up to that point. But she told me. It had been her freshman year in school and her boyfriend was a football player. She laughed and said he was pretty clumsy. I marveled that I'd had the balls to ask her, or that she told me at all. Of course by then I'd had an erection for around fifteen minutes and it was really uncomfortable, especially since I couldn't adjust it without her realizing what I was doing.
I waited downstairs while Elaine took Curt's stuff to him. He got what he asked for and basically kicked her out of the room without much delay. She was back to get me in less than half an hour. She managed to wait until we were in the car before she collapsed in tears again. This time I put my hand on her shoulder and she leaned into me. I put my arms around her with pictures of Curt being crushed under the stallion's hooves in my mind. I was in love with Elaine.
Back at the ranch Elaine said she was going out to the bunkhouse for a nap. I told her she could use the couch because I was going fishing. She hugged me and even kissed my cheek as she thanked me for my support and my company. As 'Bo and I wound our way through the trees to the meadow, that spot on my cheek stayed warm and tingly. I didn't really feel any of the ups and downs of the trail because my feet weren't really touching the ground.
I didn't fish that day. I stripped off my clothes and let the damp moss tickle my ass and back while my eyes clenched and my hand flew up and down on my dick. In the course of the next hour I brought myself off three times. By then my dick was almost raw so I had to stop, but it stayed hard. I waded into the stream and the cold water finally made me shrink. I stayed in there until I ached all over.
I finally got out and got back on my back in the moss. The sun was warm and dried me off. I fell asleep for a while. When I woke up the sun was almost down. I was disoriented for a second before I remembered. I got dressed and went back through the trees to the house. I didn't know what time it was but I knew it was late afternoon at least. There was no sign of our cars in the driveway, only Elaine's. I leaned my pole in the corner on the porch where I kept it and went into the house.
I smelled food. Elaine was in the kitchen. She had changed clothes and the sundress she wore was yellow with green and blue flowers around the neck and hem. It was sleeveless and her bare arms excited me in some way. She was peeling potatoes and looked up at me with a smile. I realized she had fixed her hair. At least she had combed it.
"I was just about to call out the Mounties. You were gone a long time."
"I, uh, I fell asleep for a while. I guess I was just tired." I blushed as I recalled what I'd done first. My dick still hurt.
"Wow, you'll have to show me where you go. It must be peaceful if you went to sleep. I had a nice nap too." She came and sat next to me on the couch. "Anyway, we'll have to keep ourselves company tonight. Your folks called and they won't be home until later. They're having dinner with friends in town. So I put a small roast in the oven and we'll have potatoes and gravy with it. Sound good?"
"Sounds great! All of it. How soon is dinner?" I couldn't have been happier.
"About an hour. We can play cards or something if you want to." I wanted to do a lot more -- and not play cards -- but I didn't have any illusions. She was nineteen. Grown up (or so it seemed to me when I was fourteen) -- and married. She could, and did, legally spread her legs for that dipshit, Curt, any night of the week.
"I think I need a shower before dinner. Maybe we can play something after we eat," I said.
"Okay, that sounds good. You go ahead. I took a shower when I woke up, too. It felt great."
In the shower I considered jerking off again. Elaine was just on the other side of the door; less than thirty feet away. I thought about the way her arms looked in the sundress. My dick got hard but a few strokes with a sudsy hand made it sting so I quit. When I finished washing and rinsing I was still hard so I turned the water to cool and waited until my erection mostly disappeared.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door. Elaine stood in the hallway, her hand raised to knock. We were both startled and we jumped. I was embarrassed, too. For all my daydreaming, I was shy about her seeing me with only a towel on. Besides that, her eyes went to my groin for a flash before she looked back up at me. Her cheeks turned as red as mine felt. "Uh, dinner is about half an hour away. I was coming to tell you." She grinned and added, "Also, I have to pee, so I'm glad you're finished." She edged past me and closed the door in my face. I just stood outside the thin door until I could hear her piss hitting the water in the bowl. My dick stirred under the towel.
In my room I took off the towel and stretched out on the bed naked. I heard the toilet flush and the sound of Elaine leaving the bathroom. I silently wished she would turn left and come to my room but her footsteps told me she had turned right and was going back to the living room. I put on a pair of loose fitting pajama pants and a tee shirt.
The aroma of the beef filled the living room and kitchen. I went out there and asked Elaine if there was anything I could do. "Yeah, you can mash the potatoes if you want to, while I make the gravy."
I got out the manual masher and went to the refrigerator for the milk and butter. The potatoes were bubbling on the stove. My shoulder brushed Elaine's when I picked up the pot and she said, "Excuse me."
"Sorry," I said. But it had felt good. Her arm was warmer than mine. I turned to the sink and drained the potatoes. I was standing next to the sink, the pot on the counter and the masher in my hand. I was smashing them really well before adding the other stuff. Elaine came over and rested a hand on my shoulder when she reached up into the cupboard for plates. The low neck of her dress bagged open and I caught sight of her entire left breast (with its cherry colored nipple) before she stood back down. She smiled at me and her hand squeezed my shoulder before she turned away.
My mind reeled. Was she sending 'signals'? To me? I shook my head. It couldn't be true. I sprinkled salt and pepper into the potatoes along with a splash of milk and a slab of butter. Then I really went to work on them. By the time I was finished the potatoes were fluffy and redolent of butter. I stuck another slab in the middle of the pile, just the way my mom always did. I saw that Elaine had set the table and had put the roast on it too. So I stuck a serving spoon in the potatoes and carried the pot to the table and set it on the hotpad next to the platter of meat and the gravy boat. Then I was sorry I hadn't put the potatoes in a bowl instead of using the pot.
Elaine set the pot with the corn in it on another pad, so I decided it was no big deal. Usually we didn't even go to the trouble of putting the food on the table. Instead we usually just dished up our food at the counter and carried our plates to the table or to the living room to watch TV. Our places were set on the long side of the table and she took my hand and pulled me around to my chair. I pulled hers out and she smiled at me. "Thank you, Sir," she said as she sat down. I caught another glimpse down her dress as I helped her scoot in.
I sat next to her and we ate. It always amazes me that a meal that takes hours to prepare id demolished in the space of fifteen or twenty minutes. I leaned back in my chair and sighed. Elaine looked at me and laughed. She patted my bulging belly and suggested I retire to the living room while she did the dishes. I insisted on helping her since I wanted to. I also figured I might get another flash since she had to bend down to load the dishwasher.
We worked in silence and as she was putting the last of the silverware into the tub I was in position. Her dress flapped open and there they were. I thought she was taking a long time and when I looked up she was looking at me and smiling. She knew. Not only did she know, she had been doing it on purpose! She poured the soap in and closed the dishwasher door. She turned the knob and it whirred to life. I stood rooted to the floor in astonishment.
Elaine took my hand and led the way down the hall to my room. She pulled my shirt over my head and stepped close. Her arms went around me and she kissed the side of my neck. I felt like I was melting and my cock tried to stand up straight. It was hindered, first by my pants, and then by Elaine's warm thighs. She put her mouth to my ear and whispered. "Have you ever had sex, Danny?" Her hot breath and the scent of her skin made me dizzy. I couldn't speak. I just shook my head no.
She stepped back then and pulled her dress up, up, and up/ Her legs came into view and then her naked hips. Her crotch was thick with curly brown hair, just a shade darker than the hair on her head. Her belly was next, and it bulged just a little bit. When the dress went up and off, her breasts stood out proud and I saw that the nipples were hard. She dropped the dress and held out her arms to me. She backed us up to the bed and turned us so that I fell onto it first. Her hands went to the elastic waistband of my pants.
I raised my hips up and she tugged the pants down and off. I was in the same room naked with an equally -- and spectacularly -- naked woman. She crawled next to me and turned my head toward her. "I'll bet you've kissed a lot of girls, though, haven't you?" Her breath was the same as mine, I guessed, but it wasn't unpleasant to smell. I felt my cheeks go hot again.
I had to clear my throat to answer her. "I've kissed some, yeah. Her hand had moved to my shoulder and she was rubbing it and down my arm. She lowered her lips to mine and we kissed. It was just a light touching. She pulled back and grinned.
"Did you kiss them like that?" she asked.
"Sometimes," I admitted. She did it again, but pressed harder that time. Then I felt the liquid wetness of her tongue on my lips. I opened my mouth and her tongue entered. That kiss was a lot longer. During it, her hand traveled again. She took hold of my cock and squeezed it. I groaned into her mouth and she sighed back. Her hand stroked me lightly. I was afraid I'd explode right then, but she removed her hand. She broke the kiss.
"That was nice, wasn't it? You're a pretty good kisser, you know."
"A girl said that to me once." It was the occasion of getting my first feel of bare tit. I would never forget the look on Diane's face when it happened.
"Well she was right." Elaine kissed me again. It went on and on. Her tits were heavy on my chest, heavy and warm. My cock was harder than it had ever been. She slid her hand down and wrapped her fingers around it. I popped, spraying come all over my belly and Elaine's hand. It squirted so hard that one glob landed on my shoulder.
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