The Late Starter.
written by:
Otazel

THE LATE STARTER.

Julia had been one of those strange creatures, the married virgin, and now she had become that even rarer creature, the divorced virgin. She had got married at thirty-one to her childhood sweetheart, Nigel, after one of the longest engagements that anyone could remember. She had held back, she told both families, because she wanted to be certain. But even then she still had doubts, in fact, as the minister pronounced them man and wife she was wondering why she had gone through with it at all. She came to the conclusion that she had married him simply because everyone expected her to.

The wedding night was a disaster. Nigel had come to bed expecting them to have sex at long last, and she had tried to come up with as many reasons as possible why they shouldn't. Somehow she just wasn't happy about giving herself to her new husband, and eventually Nigel had rolled away rejected and dejected.

"Good God, woman." He said. "We're married now, you're supposed to let me touch you, you know, especially having waited this bloody long."

"If you think you've waited a long time it won't hurt for you to wait a little longer, will it? I don't turn on like a tap you know."

"Huh! A tap is it? Seems to me that you don't turn on at all!"

Over the next few weeks Nigel made more attempts to persuade his wife to make love with him, each time without success, until gradually the attempts became more and more perfunctory and eventually stopped altogether. The pair settled into a sexless marriage and Julia retained her virginity.

It wasn't that Julia had anything against sex. She had expected to be making wedded love by now like every other normal married woman, but she just didn't find her husband sexually attractive. She wasn't bothered by her self imposed celibacy because she had never had a particularly high libido, and anyway, she figured that what you've never had you never miss. Nor did she find the need to practise do-it-yourself, instead she simply did without, just as she had for all the years she was single.

So it should have been no surprise to her when, after about thirty months of a nonsexual marriage, Nigel announced out of the blue that he was leaving her for a ‘real hot blooded woman', but somehow it was. She had believed that he too had become adjusted to their platonic relationship and was quite surprised and disappointed that he had not. It hurt even more because he had called her ‘barren and frigid', and while the first part was true because of a childhood illness, she hadn't thought of herself as frigid, just a late starter.

Now, another two years further on, she had received her divorce and was officially single again, but she was not, she told herself, going to look for another man.

However, there are times when men can be useful, and on those occasions she found herself having to hire a tradesman, much to her annoyance. It was for that reason that she finally enrolled herself onto a painting and decorating course at the local night school, finding to her pleasure and surprise that she was by no means the only woman on the course. The fact that women outnumbered men by nearly two to one meant, as far as she was concerned, that she was much less likely to get chatted up, and that could only be a good thing.

She was quite annoyed with herself, therefore, when at only the third session a young man on the course winked and smiled at her and she instinctively smiled back, though thankfully she resisted the urge to wink. Whatever she did it for she would never know. Even if she had been open to a come on, this man looked at least ten years her junior and dressed like a layabout, sporting several days' growth of beard and torn jeans. But he did have a nice smile she admitted, complete with dimpled cheeks. She was even more irritated to find that for the rest of the week she couldn't get his saucy wink out of her mind.

Finally Monday night came around again and she drove round to the college with him still in the forefront of her mind. It was, she knew, ridiculous, but she found herself looking for his beaten up old van as she drove into the car park and felt a surge of relief to see it already parked there.

As she entered the room that served as both workshop and classroom she furtively checked the class for his tousled head, her heart unaccountably sinking when she couldn't spot it. This was silly, she told herself, he only winked at you, and anyway, even if he is interested he's far too young. Nevertheless, her disappointment and confusion didn't feel silly.

"Hi!"

She spun round to find him behind her, having followed her into the room. His easy smile was as broad and impudent as ever. She felt herself colour up as she imagined him watching her anxiously scanning the room.

"Hello." She answered him politely and made for her seat, face averted.

She tried hard to concentrate on learning the difference between embossing and flock printing, but her mind kept turning to this young man and his dimpled smile. Damn him, she thought, this won't do.

Break time came and she began her customary fight with the drinks machine, a machine that simply refused to let her have tea even though it didn't show empty. She had almost reached the point of stamping her feet in frustration when she heard a voice behind her.

"May I?"

Grateful for any help she replied automatically.

"Please. It just won't dispense tea...." Oh, damn it, why did it have to be him?

"There you go." That grin was there again as he handed her a Styrofoam cup of best machine tea.

"Thank you, I'm not good with machinery." She explained self consciously.

"No problem." He looked at her thoughtfully. "I've gotta ask, why are you taking this course? You don't look the type!"

Her feminist side bridled a little at this, but she answered anyway. "I didn't know there was ‘a type', but the simple fact is that if I want my house decorating, I must do it myself."

"Not married then?"

"I was." The flat tone of her voice forestalled any questions about that.

"Whoops, sorry."

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, but my divorce is too recent not to still be sore." She had no idea why she had to explain.

"But why are you here?" She asked, the question intended to change the subject.

"The need to earn a living. I've not long left the army, and there aren't many vacancies for armourers in Civvy Street."

"I can understand that." She found herself answering his smile.

"So what is your first decorating project, if I can ask?"

"My lounge ceiling. I have an open fire and an inefficient chimney."

"Ouch, you don't start simple, do you? That's a two man job."

"Well, it's just become a one woman job, I'm afraid."

"It could be a one man and one woman job, if you like?"

Her mind recoiled more rapidly than his guns ever had. "No, no, it's quite alright, I can do it. In any case I can't pay you."

"I didn't expect you to. I need the practise, so please say yes?" He cocked his head to one side and looked at her with deliberate spaniel eyes.

She couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, ok, but I provide the tea."

"Lady, you got a deal." His smile got wider. "And I'm Jonathan, usually shortened to ‘Jon' by my friends."

"Alright Jonathan, how about this weekend? Oh, and my name is Julia."

"This weekend, but only if you call me ‘Jon', okay."

She nodded, thinking ‘what's in a name' anyway? "Okay Jon, this weekend then?"

"Saturday morning bright and early, especially if you tell me where you live?"

"Yes, I suppose that would help."

She told him and then spent the next few days worrying that she shouldn't have. After all, he could be a serial rapist, couldn't he? Whatever he was, she looked forward to seeing him out of class, and she worried about that too. By Saturday she was a bag of nerves, split between concern that he might not come and anxiety that he would, worry that he might have an ulterior motive and fear that he might not. It was getting ridiculous.

He had said he would be there bright and early, but they hadn't agreed what that meant and so on Saturday morning Julia was out of bed and in the shower by seven, determined not to be caught in her nightie. Then, dressed in only a housecoat and feeling a little wicked because of it; she breakfasted on her usual toast and marmalade with two cups of coffee and listened to the news on the radio. Normally she would have dressed before eating, but she couldn't help feeling that putting on her overalls signified the start of her day with Jon, and she wasn't certain she was quite ready for it. In the end the BBC announced that it was eight-o-clock and with a start she realised that being caught naked under her housecoat was worse than being caught in her nightie. Her present state of dress was open to all kinds of interpretations.

Back in the bedroom she shrugged herself out of her housecoat and hung it up, catching sight of herself in the mirror in the process. Not a bad body, she thought, maybe a little on the thin side for her five six height, but her 34A bust was high and firm and her stomach flat and unblemished. If only her hair wasn't such a horrible mouse colour.

She wrenched herself away from the mirror and reached for some undies. What did it matter what her body was like, nobody ever saw it. She selected a pair of sensible white briefs and a plain white bra, appropriately virginal she told herself, and put them on.

Then she dithered, wondering what to wear under the brand new white overalls that she had bought for the occasion. The weather was warm, hot really, and too many layers would bring her out in a very unladylike sweat, but her mind baulked at having nothing between that outer layer and her skin. Eventually she told herself not to be so stupid and reached for the overalls.

She wasn't used to wearing trousers of any sort, but she found stepping into the one piece outfit surprisingly comforting. As soon as she fastened the buttoned front she felt safe, cocooned and hidden from prying eyes beneath the shapelessness of the working clothes. A headscarf completed her outfit and she was ready, plain and androgynous, displaying absolutely no unintentional messages.

Jon turned up at eight thirty on the dot, dressed as always in tee-shirt and jeans, seemingly as unconcerned with his appearance as Julia was concerned about hers. But he had shaved, she noticed.

"Good Morning, Jon." She greeted him with a broader smile of welcome than she intended.

"Morning Jules." He replied nonchalantly, returning her smile and stepping through the door she held open for him, completely missing the frown that his abuse of her name had produced.

A short discussion over a cup of coffee produced a plan of action and they were soon down to work. They would move all the heavy oak furniture to one side of the room and sheet it down, and then, when that half of the ceiling was done, they would move it all back and do the other half.

They found that they worked well together and very soon everything was piled to one side. Then, while Jon set up the paste table and step ladders Julia covered up her goods with new plastic sheeting, once again purchased specifically for the task.

"We've missed something." He said suddenly, pointing upwards.

She looked in the direction of his finger and spotted the lampshade still hanging in full view from the ceiling. Stifling a giggle at having missed something so obvious she looked around, grabbed a short set of steps and went to take it down.

"Damn." She said as she unscrewed it. "How could we miss this?"

"Very easily, apparently." He grinned back at her, stirring newly mixed paste in a bucket.

She gently slid the shade under the dust sheets and went back to replace the retaining ring, figuring that it was less likely to be lost if it was back on the light fitting. But gazing upwards after bouncing up and down the steps took its toll and she found herself suddenly swaying with dizziness.

"Oh!" She said, putting her hand on the ceiling to stop herself from falling.

Jon looked up from his work at her exclamation and, seeing what was happening, he quickly put down a bucket of paste and went to help, his hands on her hips to steady her from behind.

With her head lowered and Jon holding her steady, Julia soon got her balance back, very conscious of the feel of his hands on her. Carefully she backed down the three steps to the floor with Jon holding her all the way, letting her body slide through his grip so that by the time she was standing safely on the ground his hands were high on her sides, just about level with her breasts. Nor did her show any sign of releasing her now that she was safe.

"Are you okay now?" He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"Yes thank you, I'm fine now. It was just a touch of vertigo."

She felt his hands gripping her gently through the thin material of her overalls with mixed alarm and reassurance. Her heart was pounding from the sensation of a man's hands all but touching her body and she knew that for it to remain so would give all the wrong signals, but for some obscure reason she didn't care. She made no attempt to move out of reach; instead she leaned back slightly to rest against his chest, bringing his finger tips just into contact with the first curves of her breasts. She was breathing rapidly and in danger of hyperventilating.

"Would you like to sit down a minute, you're still panting."

"No, I'm fine; it just scared me for a second." And for the first time in my life I'm panting to be touched, she wanted to add.

Neither one made a move, except that Julia leaned a little more firmly against him. She was confused and anxious, happy and apprehensive. God, how close those fingers were to her breasts. Just my luck, she told herself, just as Nigel was the wrong person in the right circumstances, now it seems I've found the right person, but in the wrong circumstances. Then her heart jolted as she realised exactly what she had just admitted to herself.

It seemed like an age that they both stood there, both aware of a change in their relationship to each other, but both hesitant to push it further just in case they had misread the signals. Then Jon moved his grip, putting his arms around her from behind and crossing them just below her bust to hug her closer. She let him know of her consent with a sigh, and then, a minute or so later, by placing her hands over his and resting her head back against him.

"This won't get the ceiling done." She said, taking any sting from the words by the softness of her voice.

"No, it won't." He agreed, at the same time moving one hand upwards to gently cup her breast.

This was the first overtly sexual advance that had been made to her since the first terrible days of her marriage and for a second she felt pure panic run through her and she froze, holding her breath and not moving a muscle. Jon moved his hand hastily back to around her abdomen.

"I'm sorry." He said, with genuine remorse. "I shouldn't have done that, should I?"

Alarm at his touch had given way to regret at her instinctive reaction. "Not a problem. You just caught me unprepared, that's all. I'm not used to being touched."

Jon wasn't sure if that was simply forgiveness or an invitation to return his hand to her breast, and so he just stood there, embracing her from behind, and wondered what to do next. He was normally a confidant person with the opposite sex, but this older woman both attracted and baffled him. He sensed that she wanted him, but also that she wasn't about to allow him unrestricted access. In an attempt to elicit a clear reaction he bent forward and kissed her very lightly on the nape of her neck.

That kiss was the last thing Julia expected and it sent shock waves through her, making her gasp from the sheer scale of her own response. She felt her body come alive, shivers ran down her spine, the hair on her forearms rose and her heart felt as if it had somersaulted within her.

"Was that good?" He asked.

"Don't you know?"

"I just want to be sure."

"Then here is your answer." Julia told him quietly, lifting his hand from her waist and replacing it on her breast.

Jon was momentarily taken aback, he had not anticipated that and for a moment he wasn't sure how to respond. He wanted to touch her, to play with her, and maybe, just maybe, to make love to her, and now she had given him the go ahead. Gently, hesitantly, almost timorously, he began to squeeze and massage the breast that she had given him, feeling the soft flesh move beneath her clothing.

Julia was trembling a little, though not visibly, and not from panic but from anticipation and the beginnings of unaccustomed arousal. Her mouth had gone dry and her heart was pounding, she was frightened, but frightened in a good way, a beautiful way, and a way that she had never felt before. Her only real anxiety was in wondering just how far things might progress, and how, if they went that far, she could possibly explain being a thirty-six year old divorced virgin. But then, things weren't going that far, were they?

Jon was now close up behind her, and she could feel, or thought she could feel, his erection pressed against her bottom. It felt good, a little scary, but good. Much nicer than when Nigel had pressed his erection against her in an effort to gain her cooperation. But that was in the past and she didn't want to think about that, especially now this gorgeous young man was touching her. One chapter was now finally closed and the next, well hopefully the next might just be opening.

Suddenly she became conscious that his hand had moved from her breast, a pang of disappointment went through her, until she felt him tugging at the front of her overalls. He was trying to open the buttons with one hand, the other still held flat against her abdomen by her own hands. She let him continue, the fumbling forming part of the increasing thrill as she felt them give way one by one until he was able to slide his hand beneath her overalls and onto her bare skin.

His hand was resting on the skin of her chest, just above the top of her curves, and she thought he had misjudged the level. But Jon knew what he was doing better than Julia, for from there he was able to run his hand down and inside the cup of her bra, enfolding the soft flesh of her breast in his hand, her nipple resting in the centre of his palm. He began again to massage and squeeze her, but this time without any loss of sensation from intervening clothing, and to Julia the feel of a rough warm male hand playing with the delicate flesh of her breast was unbelievably good. Why had this not happened to her before, she wondered? She had possessed these breasts for nearly twenty three years, but never until now had they been a source of pleasure. She closed her eyes and let herself absorb the novel sensations.

"You feel wonderful." Jon's voice in her ear sounded soft and gentle.

"Thank you, so do you." She smiled, knowing even with her eyes closed that he was smiling too.

Julia was becoming aware that her body was responding positively to Jon's attentions. She felt a kind of warm happiness spreading through her, a strange kind of lethargy that just wanted him to continue, to go further, much further, and to do as he wished with her. She knew too that Jon must be aware of her feelings, if only because she could tell that the nipple nestled in his hand was growing longer and harder, pressing like a small button against his palm. But most of all, she felt an unfamiliar sensation between her legs. She couldn't put her finger on it, except to say that it felt as if a flower were opening, a long awaited bud finally beginning to blossom. Whatever Jon wanted to do, she knew she could only encourage him.

To Jon the feel of Julia's breast was glorious. He didn't normally go for older women, but she had attracted him at first sight and her age didn't seem to matter. She was, he guessed, mid-thirties, around ten or so years older than his twenty-four, but he didn't care. His only concern about age was that she might reject him as too young, and he had been very hesitant before making an obvious pass at her. But she had not rebuffed him and now her breast was in his hand, warm, soft, and beautiful. Even so, he detected a slight reluctance on her part, as if she wanted him, but didn't dare commit fully. He decided that if she stopped him it would be because she was too much of a lady to go against her own moral code, and he could accept that without rancour.

But the likelihood of that happening was receding and in fact it was Julia who took the next step, unbuttoning the rest of the overall buttons herself. It was her intention to give Jon the room and opportunity to play with both of her breasts, and she hadn't quite realised that she was offering up more possibilities than that.

For his part Jon assumed she was undressing, and as the last of the buttons parted he placed his hands either side of her neck and gently pushed the overalls from her shoulders, leaning forward again as he did so to plant another soft kiss on her nape as they slid free. Her overalls were now draped around her waist, held in place only by their arms still fastened at Julia's wrists.

But more was to follow. No sooner had her overalls slipped down her arms than she felt a pull on her bra and it too was falling onto her wrists.

"Oh, Jon." Her surprise was evident.

Julia looked down at herself, seeing her body naked to the waist with most of her clothing now only held by her arms. She felt a momentary alarm, but then Jon's hands came around her and cupped her naked breasts, hiding them from sight and giving her the pleasure she had wanted.

"Oh, Jon." She said again, this time breathing the words softly as she leaned her head back against him and felt for the fastenings around her wrists.

Unfastening her overalls Julia shook her arms, letting her clothing fall free so that it fell from her body and pooled around her ankles. Then she whipped her headscarf away and let her hair cascade around her shoulders. Now all she was wearing were her white panties and the incongruous canvas deck shoes that she had put on for working in.

"You are beautiful." Jon told her.

"And you are telling fibs." She replied. "But thank you anyway."

"It's true!" He protested, gently squeezing her breasts

"Even if it was, you can't see enough to tell from there." She asserted, knowing how limited his view of her must be from over her shoulder.

"I can you know." She could hear a grin riding the voice in her ear. "Look across, just beside the window."

She did as she was told, her head swivelling about forty-five degrees and already guessing and dreading what she would see. It was true. There leaning against the wall at just the right angle was the large wall mirror that they had moved earlier, and framed within it was their combined image from the knees up.

She gazed silently in disbelief and deep embarrassment. It was very nice to feel his hands on her body, but to see it and to know that he could see it too was mortifying. He had also, she realised with a jolt, seen the image of her naked breasts until he had covered them with his hands.

"Oh, my Lord. What must you think of me?" She gasped.

"I've told you, I think you're beautiful."

Julia was far from convinced. She stood gazing at the mirror, her eyes seeing a lively, well muscled, tousle haired young man in jeans and a tee-shirt and wearing a wide infectious grin holding a thin, pale, mousey haired, older woman before him, she wearing granny knickers and with his hands completely covering her little breasts. How could it be that he thought her beautiful and wanted her?

"Oh, Jon," She made to pull up her overalls but he held her firm, not letting her bend.

"Just look at us, see how gorgeous we look together." He encouraged her.

"You might, I just look tired." She needed reassurance.

In her heart she knew that she was not ugly, but she was just scared that such a fit young man was teasing her, telling her what she wanted to hear while secretly laughing. He took his hands from her breasts and placed them on her hips, pulling her close. She gasped, partly from having her breasts exposed to view and partly from the erection she felt pressing against her bottom through his jeans.

"Now look at yourself, you have a perfect figure. It's fabulous just to look at you, and I think you know I'm telling the truth." She knew this was an oblique reference to his arousal and she smiled back at his reflection.

Without warning Jon slipped his thumbs under the waistband of her panties and began to push them down. Julia instinctively grabbed at his wrists, stopping him before more than just the first few curly pubic hairs had come into view.

"No, Jon. I can't do that." She said it without anger, but he recognised the finality in her voice and removed his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, but you do look beautiful and I just wanted to see all of you."

"You're going too quickly for me." She told him with the tacit promise of a later date. He noticed too that she didn't feel the need to pull her panties back up into place.

They stood silent and unmoving, both looking at their combined reflection. He was drinking in her beauty, gazing at a mischievous little face, beautiful perky breasts, a washboard flat stomach, wide feminine hips and perfect unblemished skin, and wondering again why she should ever feel shy or uncertain about herself.

Julia, on the other hand was thinking how unfair it was that she was nearly stripped naked, but her was still fully dressed. He must, she thought, look fantastic in the buff and it was on her lips to ask him to undress. All that stopped her was the belief that such a request would be taken as a come on.

That train of thought reminded her of the clothes still around her ankles.

"Just a minute, Jon."

She knelt down to untie her laces and take off her shoes. That task completed she stood back up, stepped from her clothes and kicked them all to one side. Standing now in just her panties, she felt dry mouthed and very daring.

"That's as far as I think I can go." She told him truthfully.

"Thank you."

He gripped her shoulders gently but firmly and turned her to face the mirror square on, returning to his position behind her.

"Now tell me you don't look good?" He challenged her and she was forced to agree, nodding as she leaned back to look up at him.

"Now watch." She obeyed his instruction, watching the man in the mirror place his hands back under his woman's breasts and cup them gently. Still watching, she saw him lean forward to kiss her neck and she tilted her head to one side to let her hair fall away, feeling the feather gentle touch of Jon's on her neck.

In the mirror Jon began to mould and manipulate her breasts, letting her nipples, long and hard now, protrude from between his massaging fingers. He squeezed and pulled on them, letting her feel the pleasure that such use can give, and fanning the small flame of arousal that flickered in her belly.

She didn't quite know what to do with her hands, having resisted the temptation to place them over his in case he took it as a limitation on his movements, and so finally she reached behind her, holding the sides of his body and pulling him towards her. Once again she felt his manhood press against her and a wish that it might be within her instead flitted, quick and fleeting, through her astonished mind.

Her heart was beating faster, her mouth was dry and her breathing was getting to be just a little ragged, but of all the new sensations she was feeling, by far the best was the warmth that seemed to be generated inside her pelvis and radiate from between her legs. She didn't yet know it, but she was feeling the first indistinct stage of her very first orgasm.

Jon kissed her neck again, nuzzling against it then running tender lips over her skin, followed by the tentative tip of his tongue, while all the while his hands and fingers played with her breasts. She kept her head tilted and sighed softly at his touch, still gazing at the figures in the mirror. Then, even as she watched, one of the mans hands moved from her breast to her stomach, reaching lower until it's little finger brushed against the little tuft of curly hair that still protruded above her panties She gasped with pleasure and excitement. How far would he go? How far would she let him go?

Jon paused, waiting for the unspoken consent that her continued silence would imply, still nuzzling at her neck and kneading her breast with one hand, while keeping the other perfectly still with it's finger nestling among the first frizz of her bush. She remained quiet, giving him tacit permission to continue, her breathing telling him of her increasing excitement.

Slowly, tentatively, he hooked one finger after the other under her panties, until his hand lay inside them, resting on her pubes, so nearly, but not quite, touching her womanly parts. She stood, her legs now planted just a little apart in unconscious invitation, and waited for him to continue, knowing that he would and wanting him to. This was as far as she had ever let Nigel go, but she was silently willing Jon on, hoping that he would touch her more intimately and praying that neither his nerve nor hers would desert them.

His hand crept down, the fingertips now just, and only just, reaching the top of her cleft, then going a little further until the first joint was hooking them slightly as they probed down between her legs. She groaned with pure excitement, hardly able to contain herself, wanting but dreading that first investigation of her body that she knew was going to come.

Now his hand was reaching as deep as it could into her panties, his fingers at full stretch between her legs, pushing their way between her flesh and her underwear, trying to gain access to her most private parts. She shifted her feet and bent her legs slightly to let her thighs move apart and to let him reach her, still gripping his sides with her own hands, her fingers digging into him through his tee-shirt in her excitement.

She felt his forefinger wriggle its way between her labia, probing into her cleft. Oh God, she thought, would her try and get his finger to penetrate her vagina, would he come up against her now troublesome virginity? How was she going to tell him? What was she going to tell him?

His finger slid along her cleft, and she was surprised at how slippery she had become and the ease with which he moved. Another finger joined the first, delving into her wetness, investigating her but without invading her. She wondered why, until it came to her that he simply couldn't reach far enough from that angle to penetrate her. Pleased that her secret was still safe for the moment she relaxed and let pleasure at his touch wash over her.

His two fingers were slowly stroking the inside of her cleft, confined by the pressure of her panties to a simple fore and aft movement, but still creating the unfamiliar feelings of gentle sexual stimulation. Her body was responding, making her wetter and more slippery and making her already engorged nipples into little bullets.

Julia closed her eyes in a kind of rapture, but then, wanting to see herself in the mirror she lazily opened them, just as his fingers first encountered her clitoris, rubbing it briefly as they went past. The bolt of pure ecstasy that this touch generated made her body jerk, her eyes fly wide and her mouth gasp loudly.

"Are you okay?" Jon asked, not quite sure of her reaction.

"Oh, yes. That was wonderful. I'm not sure what you did, but do it again."

Jon went back to her clitoris and rubbed at it again, and again. Julia gasped and groaned.

"Oh my Lord. That's unbelievable. Please don't stop."

Jon smiled at the woman in the mirror who stared back at him with wonder on her face. Her gaze went from the reflection of his face down to where his hand moved beneath her panties and back again, watching him play with her and then searching his face for signs of disappointment at what he was doing. She saw none, Jon was happy just to touch her, taking pleasure from giving it as he always did. He was a selfless lover by nature, content to give his partner fulfilment before thinking of his own, the very opposite of her former husband.

Inside her panties Jon had separated his two fingers, sliding one to either side of her clitoris, trapping the little nub between them and starting to play with it in earnest. He did everything the restrictions of her underwear would let him, rubbing her, squeezing her, nipping and pulling at her, and then putting his fingertips over the end of her clit and rubbing down hard, as if to press it back into her body.

Julia groaned and writhed under his touch, her unintelligible throat sounds punctuated with the occasional ‘oh' of surprise as pleasure turned momentarily to ecstasy. She was now trembling again, but this time from pure stimulation, the ethereal warm feelings that his touch had generated inside her had come together and coalesced, adding fuel to the tiny flame of sexual arousal in her pelvis. The flame was now burning brighter, a centre of heat located in the depths of her womb, growing stronger and hotter all the time. She felt like a volcano under pressure and ready to erupt, just waiting for that last ounce of stimulation that would make her body explode in orgasm.

She was not used to feeling so aroused, so close to being out of control, and it bothered her. Always anxious, she worried that she would do or say something that would diminish her in Jon's eyes, something that would destroy his desire for her. But she was unable to do anything about it, carried along on a wave of need as new to her as it was powerful.

Suddenly the fire within her was unrestrained, bursting into torrents of white hot pleasure that flooded through her whole being like tidal waves, leaving muscles turned to jelly in their wake. She shook and jerked under fingers that generated unimagined pleasure in her clitoris and then distributed it throughout her body. She watched herself in the mirror, knowing that she was seeing a new Julia, a sexual Julia, and a Julia in the throes of a full blooded climax. The image and the knowledge only served to add to her excitement and send more waves of rapturous pleasure surging through her.

She felt herself quite literally going weak at the knees from the effects of her orgasm, slumping as her legs turned to water, and being held up only by Jon's arm around her chest, the hand gripping her breast as if to hang her up on it. It hurt, but somehow that didn't matter, just sending more sensations to her overloaded nervous system. She groaned, gasped, cried out, called his name, and then, finally, when it was over, she burst into tears.

She sank to her knees in front of him, sliding through his arms and breaking free to kneel with her head hanging, her hands beside her, and her tears falling onto her legs. Immediately he was kneeling beside her, his arm around her shoulder, his concerned face peering into hers.

"Are you all right? Was it me? Did I do something?"

She almost laughed at his abject concern. Oh, yes, he did something alright, but not in the way he was thinking. She sniffed and wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, nodding to him with eyes still averted.

"It's okay. I'm alright."

His arm stayed around her and he stroked her forehead, brushing away her hair. After a few minutes, tears over, she looked up at him.

"I just ‘came', didn't I?" She asked him.

He nodded, bewildered. "I think so."

"I've never ‘cum' before." She confessed, averting her gaze again.

He looked at her blankly, not quite able to take it in. She smiled weakly.

"Thank you." She said.

For several more minutes they remained kneeling together silently, he just softly stroking her hair and she regaining her breath and equilibrium. Abruptly, as if suddenly returning to life, she turned to face him and looked straight into his eyes.

"Would you like to go all the way with me, you know.... Do you want to do it properly with me?" She couldn't quite bring herself to verbalise her needs.

"You mean...?" He felt oddly constrained.

"Yes! Will you?" She sounded almost pleading, but then she dropped her gaze once more.

"Because if you want to, so do I. But there is something I need to tell you."

She turned her head away in shame. "You see, I've never... I'm still..."

She swivelled her face back to look at him and blurted out. "I'm still intact."

For a moment her unusual phrasing confused him, but then he understood, even though he was baffled at the admission.

"But I thought you'd been married?"

"I was, but he wasn't much of a husband." A little unfairly she placed the whole blame on his absent shoulders.

"Oh." He said and then fell silent.

He was quiet for so long that she thought she had overstepped the mark or misread unfamiliar signals, until he spoke again.

"Of course I do." He answered the now distant question. "I'd love to, but are you sure?"

"I'm nearly thirty-seven. Don't you think it's time?" There was bitterness in her voice; engendered by the pleasure she now lamented waiting for.

"I'm sorry." She said, instantly regretting her remark.

She climbed to her feet and turned to face him, and then taking a step back to give herself room, she took hold of her panties and slid them down, stepping from them and dramatically throwing them into the far corner of the lounge. Still facing him, but now completely naked, she placed her hands on her hips and let his astonished gaze roam over her body.

"I now this will sound corny, but I don't know how else to put it." She announced, and then took a deep breath. "Take me, I'm yours!"

She giggled nervously at her own pronouncement, and he joined in, until they were both laughing helplessly, dispersing the nervous tension that had grown between them. When the laughter subsided Jon stood and, without speaking, hauled his tee-shirt over his head. A surge of relief and delight ran through Julia.

"Let's go upstairs." She whispered, and took his hand to lead him to her bedroom.

Jon followed her with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He longed to make love with her, but, truth to tell, he had never been to bed with a virgin of any age and he wasn't quite sure how to make it work. One thing he was sure of, he intended that both of them would enjoy it, because only that way could he be reasonably sure of a repeat.

Climbing the stairs behind Julia he was pleased at how well proportioned she was. Yes, she was slim, perhaps a little too slim, but her bottom was as beautifully rounded as her stomach was flat, and she gave the general impression of being physically quite fit. He watched her climb the stairs fascinated, just catching a glimpse of her pussy at each step, imagining that he could see it glistening with arousal, even though he knew that he could not. He wanted her badly. She was, as he had already declared, a beautiful and very desirable woman.

Once in the bedroom Julia stopped and turned to face Jon.

"Just so that you know." She told him. "I really want this to happen, even if I do chicken out. And don't worry about contraception; you don't need it with me."

Jon nodded, unsure of what to make of that remark. He knew she wanted him from her earlier reactions and as he wasn't the sort of guy who worried too much about contraception anyway, placing that firmly in the woman's domain, and as he was pretty certain that she was free of any nasties, he just shrugged mentally and started to unfasten his belt.

"Can I do that?" Julia asked, and he stood before her spreading his arms out of the way so that she might undress him, just kicking off his loafers beforehand.

She dropped to her knees in front of him, as if worshipping at his alter of lust, and unhooked his belt. The button holding his jeans gave her a little trouble, until he sucked in his waist, and then it popped free, leaving just his zip holding them up.

She paused at this point, looking up at him and smiling, and then reached up to run her hands through the hair on his chest and down over a distinct six-pack to his waist.

"I think you are the beautiful one." She told him, making him redden at the unexpected compliment.

She tugged at his zip, hearing the little buzz that heralds its movement, and peeled back his jeans. Dark blue boxers covered his erection but without hiding its extent. Julia caught her breath, not used to the size of a full on erection.

She pulled down his jeans, helping him step from them, his hand steadying him on her shoulder and giving her a thrill purely from the brief contact. Then the moment had come, a quick pull on his shorts and she would get to see the thing that would finally get rid of her virginity. She reached up and hooked her fingers into each side of them, watching Jon gazing down at her and still smiling encouragingly. She pulled, but the hardness of his erection made it catch on him, bending him down and causing some discomfort. She stopped, not sure how to tackle this new problem, glad to leave it to Jon as she saw his hands disappear into his shorts. Unhooking himself from the waistband he held his penis flat against his stomach and told her to carry on.

"You can do it now."

She tugged again and the shorts slid smoothly down, with his cock suddenly springing free as his hand released it once his shorts were clear. She stopped, enthralled and excited to see his cock dancing right before her eyes. God, she thought, it is big. In fact it was a purely average size, but to Julia's naïve gaze it seemed huge, much longer than its genuine six and a half inches. She held his shorts flat against the floor for him to step out of and then they were both naked. With one last close up glance at his rock hard cock she rose to her feet.

"You'll have to tell me what you want me to do." She told him solemnly. "I'm a bit new to this."

"Well, there is one very important thing that you must do before anything else." He told her, looking equally serious. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, of course." She breathed in deeply, waiting his instruction.

"Kiss me!" He grinned at her bafflement. "Don't you realise we've not even kissed each other yet? So you must kiss me on the mouth before anything else."

"Oh! No, we haven't, have we?" She stepped forward into his embrace and they kissed passionately as lovers for the very first time, their bodies pressed close together, each marvelling at the feel of the other.

Jon kissed Julia as he kissed every woman, automatically probing her mouth with his tongue. But it took her a few minutes to become used to this invasion, a thing that she had never done with Nigel, before she felt able to reply in kind. But when she eventually did it was as if their passion and lust for each other grew in power and they squirmed and moulded themselves against each other, their tongues fencing within their mouths. When they eventually broke apart they were already out of breath from that first encounter.

"Wow!" Julia exclaimed, astonished at the sudden intensity of their kiss.

"Wow, yourself. Who taught you to kiss like that?" Jon asked.

"Well, as a matter of fact." She answered truthfully. "You did."

"Wow again. You're one hell of a quick learner." He was still holding her in his arms and looking down at her upturned face. "Are you ready for lesson two?"

She nodded, once again a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her. "Be careful with me." She pleaded, feeling suddenly very nervous.

He smiled warmly and led her to the bed, holding her hand as she stretched herself out on top of the bedclothes and still not releasing her as he lay himself down beside her. How strange it was, he thought, for him to be acting as teacher to a woman so much older than himself. It could not have been easy for her to be so open with someone younger and he found the trust she placed in him very moving, swearing to himself not to breach it.

"Just relax." He said, rolling on his side to look at her.

Julia lay on her back, not quite ramrod straight, but certainly not relaxed, and staring up at the ceiling.

"We're not papering this one." Jon told her, his remark being met with a blank stare. "The ceiling I mean. So stop looking at it."

Julia visibly tried to relax, turning to him and smiling. He leaned over, brushed hair from her face and began to gently stroke her cheek with the back of his hand.

"It'll be fine. But if you get worried, just say so. There's no rush."

He kissed her gently on the lips, noticing how anxiety had taken the fire from her kisses. Rushing anything now would simply kill desire altogether, and he knew it.

For the next fifteen minutes or so Jon just stroked Julia's face and neck, gazing affectionately into her eyes and watching the fear abate before his patience. Eventually Julia reached up and hooked her arm around his neck to pull him down for another kiss. This time there was real fondness in her kiss, her tongue came gently into play, softly exploring his lips and fencing gently with his own.

"You're a lovely man." She told him.

Now both her arms went around him and he burrowed one of his own under her shoulder to pull her closer. They kissed again, warmer and deeper, his free hand tracing soft little wanderings over the skin of her arm and shoulder, working its way randomly towards her front and her bosom. Soon it was skating over her closest breast, not doing so specifically, but just including it in the hand's general wanderings.

"That's wonderful. I love the feel of your fingertips on my body."

He smiled at her words, kissing her again before deliberately hooking a fingernail to scratch at her swelling nipple on his next pass. She gasped in pleasant surprise.

"You're a swine." She told him in affectionate contradiction of her earlier opinion, and then gasped once again as he repeated the action.

His wanderings around and over her body were now extending to include her stomach, stroking her belly with feather light passes that hardly made contact with the skin and then returning to smooth his palm across her softness. Up her body then to run the flat of his hand over a breast, maybe to lift away before reaching the nipple tipped peak, maybe to stop and give a gentle or not so gentle squeeze. All the time he looked warmly into her face, occasionally stooping to kiss her, sometimes lightly with almost closed lips, sometimes passionately with mouths and tongues involved.

His actions were now beginning to have the required effect. No longer was she lying tense and anxious, or staring at the ceiling in trepidation, instead she was almost relaxed, her apprehension replaced by anticipation.

"I think you can do anything you want with me now." She told him, content to surrender to a thoughtful lover.

His dimpled smile made another appearance. "You wait till lesson three before you say that."

"What happens in lesson three?" She asked happily, grunting slightly as he pinched her nipple between finger and thumb.

"I can't tell you that, it's classified." He smiled at her, running his fingertips through her pubic hair and back over her belly.

"How many lessons are there anyway?" Her breathing was deepening at his touch and the thought of more experiences to come.

"Oh, loads and loads! And then there's always revision. Oh, and exams, mustn't forget the examinations."

"You mean you're going to examine me?" She was giggling softly by now at the wonderful absurdity of the conversation.

"From head to toe." He told her gravely, then adding impudently. "And inside and out! It's going to be a long course you know."

Her eyebrows lifted a little at that pronouncement, startled that he took so much for granted, but quietly so delighted to know that in his mind this was not to be a ‘one off' that she was unable to prevent a broad smile from spreading across her face.

Jon didn't notice, at that moment he wriggled a little way down the bed until his mouth was level with her breast, then gently took her nipple between his lips and began to suckle.

At first he just held her nipple in his mouth and sucked, letting his tongue run lightly over the tip in the same way that his fingers were skating over Julia's skin. But then he began to concentrate just on her breasts, his mouth opening to take cover her aureole and let his tongue flick at the whole nipple, while his hand now settled over her other breast, massaging and squeezing, gently at first but then more and more firmly.

Julia began to feel that unfamiliar but welcome glow returning to the depths of her pelvis, making her squirm and gyrate her hips slowly and sexily, her thighs falling open of their own accord.

John's attentions to her breasts became more determined. He sucked hard, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, while at the same time manipulating her nipple with his tongue. Occasionally he took her nipple between his teeth and bit into it, not too hard but just hard enough to make her wince a little. His hand was now gripping her other breast much more firmly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled it away from her body, stretching and deforming it.

Julia groaned and grunted from his actions, aware that her tender breasts were being abused, but not worrying that it hurt, caring only for the pleasure that was now burning strongly in her belly. If this was foreplay, how good would the main event be? She wanted to find out before she orgasmed again and the moment passed.

"I think it's going to happen again soon." Julia gasped, trying to let Jon now that she was ready to be entered.

Jon ignored her, carrying on working at her breasts, alternating the strong forceful play with soft tender strokes, licks and kisses. Her head was back and her eyes were closed and she was lost in a sea of sensations, the fire inside her burning brighter. She felt a sheen of sweat break out on her forehead, her hands griped at Jon's back, fingers like steel hooks digging into his shoulder blades. Every time he tugged at her breast or nipped her nipple between his teeth her pelvis jerked, thrusting up instinctively and her orgasm got nearer.

"Do it to me. Do it now, before I cum again."

He raised his head from her breast. "There's no rush. Climaxes aren't rationed you know."

With that he returned to her breasts, this time squeezing hard with his hand while rubbing his thumb back and forth over her distended nipple, while his tongue pressed down on the other nipple, moving backwards and forwards across it in imitation of his thumb.

In her belly the dam burst, the white hot lava of her orgasm flooded out of her pelvis in wave after wave of ecstasy, taking over her body, reducing her to a jerking, shuddering, disjointed puppet who cried out unintelligible, meaningless, sounds of joy. She thrust her hips at thin air, straining her thighs to open her legs wider, wanting, needing to be entered, desperate to loose the stigma of virginity.

This time when it passed she did not cry, but just lay back helpless and spent, panting, trembling and sweating, unable to articulate how she felt and just smiling wanly at Jon, who gazed tenderly back up at her.

"My God." She said eventually. "You can do that to me just on my breasts?"

The question was unnecessary and rhetorical, but Jon nodded anyway, pleased at having made her cum so easily.

When her breath started to return Julia reached up to pull Jon down for a kiss, wanting to show how she was beginning to feel for him. But as he leaned over and transferred his weight, she found that he had cupped her pubes in his hand, much as he had downstairs, and moving was pressing him harder against her. She ‘mmm'ed with pleasure at his touches and opened her legs a little more, realising that she still felt sexy even after such a fierce climax.

"You're right." She beamed at him. "They're not on ration, are they?"

He laughed out loud at her remark and began to massage her pubic mound with his palm.

"Not had enough yet, then?" He teased her.

"You'll know when I have. You'll get a paste brush stuck in your hand"

Had they thought about it they would both have been surprised at how far their relationship had come in such a short time. They were both now completely at ease with one another, accepting each other for what they were, and liking it. But such thoughts were far from their minds right then, he was gently investigating her pussy, and she was willing him on.

When he had first touched her earlier that morning his movements had been limited by her underwear and he had been able to reach little further than her clitoris. But now he was able to explore her fully and easily, and after nudging her legs a little further apart with the back of his hand he was softly stroking her labia. He ran his fingers from the very top, where her bush was densest, to the very bottom, where her labia merged into her perineum, usually using the pad of his fingertip, but sometimes just scratching very lightly with his nail. Julia lay back again and just let things happen, soaking up the sensations, spreading her legs now as wide as she could in order to encourage him.

Soon she was breathing hard again and her eyes closed. This time he had no intention of letting her climax before they made love, but he wanted her to be as hot as possible to make the penetration easier. She was already lubricating freely, and he could feel a little trickle of her juices running from her vagina, down her perineum towards her anus.

He changed tack, using his thumb and his longest finger to hold her labia open while he ran his forefinger up and down her slit, pausing to dabble at the entrance to her vagina. After only a few minutes of this treatment Julia was moaning softly and raising her hips to his finger, trying to get him to enter her. Now was the time.

Leaning down and kissing her gently in reassurance, Jon rolled on top of her, shuffling himself into position between her legs. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight, her eyes firmly squeezed closed.

"Please, Jon. Do it to me." She acknowledged her readiness.

"Pull your legs back, sweetheart, as far as you can."

She wasn't sure what he meant by that, and so he hooked his hands beneath her knees and pulled them back himself so that her feet looked vertically into the air. Julia grasped his meaning and took hold of her own legs, now pulling them right back so that her knees where nearly level with her shoulders.

He reached between her legs, taking hold of his shaft and guiding his tip to her entrance. There he stopped, allowing her to adjust to the idea and register any last objection.

"Oh, yes. Oh, God, yes." Her voice was tiny and tight with excitement.

He began to push himself into her, moving forward until he came up against the resistance of her hymen, stronger than he expected and preventing his entry.

"Do it, Jon. Push hard" Julia was panting with anticipation mixed with a little fear.

He did as she suggested, increasing the pressure, pushing against her resistance, hearing her whimpers of pain as he tried to break into her. He relaxed, not wanting to hurt her too much and wondering if he would actually be able to take her virginity. Wasn't it true, he thought, that women get tougher to break as they got older?

"No! Don't stop. Do it, push real hard. I want it inside me."

"I'm not sure I can," He confessed quietly.

Tears welled in Julia's eyes. "No, don't say that. Or I might never do it. Try again, don't worry about me."

He put his hand back down, replacing his cock at Julia's entrance, and then gripped her shoulders to prevent her moving away. Then he pushed, harder this time, much harder. It hurt his cock and she cried out, but he was determined. He increased the pressure, leaning his weight against her virginity.

It was the virginity that finally gave, suddenly and without warning, letting him enter her, to slide full depth into her in one move. He gasped from the suddenness of it and Julia yelled, but then it was over and he was inside her.

"Okay?" He asked her, staying fully inside her and keeping perfectly still.

"Yes. Thank God, I'm so glad we've managed it." She smiled tightly, obviously still feeling discomfort.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, conscious that it had been much worse than he expected.

"No. I want you to fuck me."

He looked at her, astounded at her use of the obscenity.

"That's what they say isn't it? Fuck me? Well then, fuck me!"

He began to thrust in and out of Julia's newly unlocked pussy, doing it slowly and gently, not knowing how sore she felt. At first her expression was no help, she lay quiet, still holding her legs back and with her eyes tight shut, making only little gasping sounds at each thrust, sounds that could signify both pleasure and pain. She was wet and slippery he noticed, but then that could be blood.

But then after a while Julia's eyes opened and she smiled at him.

"This is beautiful." She said "I wish I'd done it before."

"Not too sore?" He asked, reassured by her words.

"Yes, but I still want it. Fuck me harder."

He was still surprised at her earthy language. From any other woman it would probably have turned him on, but somehow he couldn't yet associate it with the ladylike Julia. Even so, his own need was getting urgent and he started to speed up, thrusting harder and faster into her.

"That's it. Like that."

Julia was holding him tighter and she was breathing harder. She was even beginning to push back against him, matching him with little pushes of her own. She felt wonderful, as if she had suddenly come alive, suddenly become a ‘proper woman' after so may years repressed and virginal. A Pandora's Box had just opened and she wanted to dip her hands in and enjoy its treasures. All this was due to the gorgeous young man who lay between her legs thrusting himself into her body. She wanted the sex to last forever, but she knew that it would end soon when he reached his own climax.

"Are you going to cum inside me?" She asked breathlessly.

"Probably, do you want me to?"

"Yes please, and don't worry about getting me pregnant, it can't happen." She was enjoying talking so openly, even if her voice was jerky from his thrusts.

"Shall I tell you when I'm going to cum?" He intended to, anyway, and it wasn't going to be very long.

"Yes please. Let me be ready for it." She was now matching him stroke for stroke, thrusting back and gyrating her hips as he thrust in and out of her.

They fell silent again for a while after that, Jon now fucking her as hard as he could, his own eyes now shut as his orgasm approached, while Julia clung to him, savouring the new experience of penetrative sex while it lasted. She wasn't going to orgasm herself, she was a bit too sore for that, but she was enjoying the sensation and the knowledge that she was giving pleasure to a man at long last.

His thrusts were now becoming erratic and his face was reddening. Little noises now issued from his lips and he had the far away look in his eyes that told of approaching orgasm.

"It'll be soon." He gasped.

"Oh my God! Give it to me."

"I'm gonna cum." He warned her again. He thrust hard into her, pushing as deep as he could before going rigid and gasping out, "I'm cumming", then flooding her pussy with spurt after spurt of warm sticky cum.

Jon had waited for that climax for most of the morning, so when it came it was massive, holding him in a juddering sensory overload that seemed to go on forever. His vocalisation was different to Julia's, he growled as he came, each spurt accompanied by a deep guttural growl that tapered off into a gasp when the spurts lessened and his orgasm finally passed. Julia noticed the difference, wondering fleetingly what sort of cacophony they would make if they both came together. But that thought was brief, right then she was just happy that she was no longer a virgin and that she had actually given a man sexual pleasure, things she thought would never happen.

"Oh Jon, we've done it, we've done it, we've really done it." She was beaming up at him with pleasure.

"Bloody hell, sweetheart, that was bloody good." He panted at her.

She could see that his brow was covered in sweat and she could feel his limbs trembling with fatigue as he lay on her, too spent even to roll away. She could even feel his cock shrinking inside her, slipping out as it contracted, and even though she tried to move forward and keep it within her, it slipped from her passage, to lie damp and limp against her thigh. The contact was slight, but she didn't want to lose it.

It was some while before they moved, much of that time Jon spent regaining his breath and equilibrium, but when he had recovered sufficiently he began kissing Julia on the lips. They were not sexual or passionate kisses now, but tender ones that tried to convey his feelings, to tell her much he thought of her and how grateful he was that she had allowed him to be the one, to be her first lover. Then they lay quietly in each other's arms, just soaking up the atmosphere, until suddenly they both spoke together.

"Are you hurt?" "Shall we see if I've made a mess?"

Jon rolled away and Julia moved to one side to check her bed sheets. Yes, there was blood - blood mixed with his semen, but not as much as she expected and certainly not as much as she feared from their difficulties. Relieved at what she had found, she answered his question.

"It hurt at the time, I thought it would never give way, but its ok now and it was so worth it."

In truth she felt very tender, bruised more than torn, but nothing she couldn't cope with.

"But maybe we should wait a day or two before we do it again." She added, unthinkingly confirming her intention to repeat the session.

"Oh, we've got to wait in any case." He grinned mischievously. "Or that damn ceiling will never get done."