What if...
written by:
Thesandman

What if...

*Teresa*

This is a story about firsts. A whole bunch of them in fact looking back at them now. Everyone says they clearly remember the first time they ever made love with anyone. And I suppose that's true. But I clearly remember all the other first times as well, as though they were yesterday.

I met Teresa in the 5th grade. She would later become the girl I would date and eventually experience a fist full of firsts with. But that was years away yet. Right now, my female experiences were limited to gawking, acting silly, stupid, trying to impress a girl who wouldn't give me the time of day. Hell, what girl at that age, who was of the right mind would anyway? And to what point? The point was, there was just something about Teresa that told me, even at that age, we were somehow meant to be together. And then as it was perhaps expected, I chased...and Teresa ran like hell. Funny how fate can step in and totally change things so unexpectedly. As the next few years passed by, Teresa and I found ourselves sharing classes, and then into Junior High, taking the same bus to school, likewise again having a couple of classes together. By now, she at least tolerated me, even smiled on occasion, enjoying my still somewhat stupid jokes and attempt to befriend her more than she was willing. All for naught of course, Teresa was still as elusive as the pot of gold at the end of the proverbial rainbow.

She wasn't as anyone might classically call a raving beauty, but she really was pretty. Of Spanish decent, she had an olive complexion, dark smoldering eyes to go along with her middle of the back length almost coal black hair. She wasn't tall...if anything short, at just five feet, if that even. The fact she had a rather large chest for her size, (which by the way was admittedly one of the reasons I was attracted to her back in the 5th grade. She was about the only girl in our class that actually had boobs large enough to require wearing a real bra.) But try as I might, I made no better headway with her than I had early on, and so at last...I finally quit trying. And fate had a hand in that as well, in the weirdest of ways.

Heading into the second year of Junior high school, the powers to be for whatever reason, changed school boundaries on everyone. With Teresa just living on the next street over from where I lived, they had chosen the very street that separated us as the border for sending us to different schools. Teresa remaining with the same school we'd both attended the previous year, and me...off to a brand new school that had recently been built. When that happened, I had pretty much figured that it was meant to be, and that it was time to give up on my almost life-long endeavor to win her over. As such, I began looking elsewhere, and eventually had better luck with a girl I soon met, and began seeing as often as I could after school. Sure, I still saw Teresa on average of once a week as we attended the same church together, but beyond that, that was all. She'd even made a point of coming up to say hello to me first, something she had never done before. But like I said, by this time...I'd given up on her, and having someone else who did seemingly enjoy my attention and affections, I suppose I was far more aloof around her than I had ever been before.

*The chaser...became the chase' e.*

Dawn was my first ever "French Kiss," a cute petite little blond who was also a member of the girls junior cheerleading squad. She was in a sense quite a catch, and furthered my status in the rankings back then as 'lucky guys'. And though we hadn't done anything...and I virtually mean anything, French kissing a girl was considered more or less a prelude to eventually going further with them. So as far as I was concerned, it was only a matter of time. Needless to say, the furtherest thing on my mind was Teresa. Though when I saw her again, so unexpectedly I might add, the timing couldn't have been any more perfect.

Dawn and I were milking our five minutes between classes to maximum degree. With both classes close to where we were standing, there was just enough time for a press against our respective lockers (also close to one another ironically) a quick (non tongue) kiss in this instance, and then a promise to see one another after school of course. We wouldn't have time to visit again until then as after this, our two remaining classes took us off in entirely opposite directions. And so it was with the warning bell that we had less than a minute to make it to class now, Dawn kissed me quickly once more, and then headed off to her class down the hall. The moment she broke away, I looked up past her as she ran off, and low and behold, there was Teresa walking towards me. Surprised to see her yes...I nevertheless took a moment of secret delight as she had to have seen Dawn and I actually kissing there in the hallway. She continued to approach, even having a smile on her face as she looked at me. I stood however still dumbfounded at seeing her here, at this school...my school.

"Cute girl," she said passing, still smiling and then walked right by me looking at obvious room numbers. In doing so, reminding me that I was going to be late for class myself if I didn't get a move on here. But still curious as hell as to why Teresa was now here at my school. When she stopped, looking at the teachers name on the door, and room number, and then entered the class, I almost fell over. She'd just entered into my classroom. Social studies and human nature class, of all classes to be having with her...but obviously, I would be.

I couldn't help but wonder if fate wasn't once again intervening here for whatever reason. With Teresa being given a seat one up and across from me, I sat just behind her, occasionally given glances backwards from her as she caught my eye, once again smiling in a way I had never seen her smile at me before. I soon learned she had been transferred, even this late in the year with only a couple of months to go before school was out for the summer. An oddity as that wasn't a very common occurrence, not at all...especially this late in the school year. But as it turned out, there were still adjustments being made. One of which was class size, and so the word had gone out on a volunteer basis, that if there were any students who were willing to transfer to the new school, even inside current boundaries, then arrangements would be made.

Teresa had been one of a small handful, who had volunteered to transfer, and now she was sitting in my class.

**

*Role reversal*

Though I continued to see and more or less date Dawn, Teresa and I likewise reacquainted ourselves, and basically renewed our friendship, more so in fact than it was before. But now, I didn't actively pursue her of course, not like I had done. Dawn was now a part of some of our conversations in fact, though I found it interesting that she herself wasn't seeing or dating anyone. Towards the end of that year, we found ourselves thrown together in a very unique way, though at the time I didn't foresee the future, or what would come out of it, because of it.

There was a TV program being aired at the time, called "The dating game." It was very popular, if not quite outrageous at the time for prime-time viewers. All of the drama and arts classes were involved in producing our own version of the Dating game for school assembly, and as luck would have it, I was to be one of a handful of so called "eligible" bachelors. What I didn't know until we were literally on stage, was that Teresa was the unknown, likewise eligible bachelorette. Needless to say, it didn't take long for either one of us to realize she was the one asking questions, and that I was one of three guys answering them. I even got most of the laughs as the game progressed, and it also seemed more than my fair share of the questions being asked too. I was fairly sure that Teresa would be picking me as her "date" as the game continued, which consisted of a cheap evening meal at a local hamburger joint as it turned out. But to my surprise, along with everyone else's as it later turned out, Teresa selected someone else. And though I think Dawn was quite relieved at the outcome, I was taken aback by the end result, along with a goodly number of classmates and friends. Everyone said we had this sort of real "chemistry" and why Teresa had picked someone else, remained an unsolved mystery. At least until the very next weekend.

We were back to sharing a bus ride home. And though I didn't always take the bus, most often walking Dawn home after school instead, it left me with a two mile walk home after doing that whenever I did that. On this particular night, I'd been tasked by my parents to "take the bus", as they were going to an office party that evening where my dad worked, and wanted me home before they left. Thus I found myself sharing a seat with Teresa on the way home, which is when she told me, "You know why I didn't pick you over Jerry?" She began. Although I was curious as to why, I didn't want to seem too anxious about it either.

"Haven't really thought about it," I told her. "But since you mention it, why didn't you? Everyone said afterwards that they thought for sure you were going to."

"And that's the reason I didn't," she said candidly. "Because I knew everyone there...including your girlfriend, thought for sure I'd be picking you. I didn't want to cause problems for you because of it."

We'd barely gotten the mysteries of all that out of the way when we reached my stop. Standing up in order to get off, Teresa did as well, even though her stop was still several stops away yet, though admittedly, it would almost be quicker for her to get home in getting off where I did. And yet...she did so, following me off. I had on some few occasions walked her home to her place after church, so I certainly had been to her place before, and once even invited inside for a brief visit. But never ever had Teresa been to my place.

"Wanted to see where you lived," she'd said answering my unasked question. So I took her inside, introduced her to my parents though they already knew "of her" in a way, though never formally meeting, or having been introduced to her before. After making a phone call to tell her mom she'd be home later than usual, she stuck around long enough for me to be given my "while were out for the evening" instructions...and then I walked her home. By the time we got to her place, her mother had already left, as she worked in the evenings as a waitress. Her dad worked in the evenings too, so it was a strange situation for her where she became the supervising adult over her younger brother and sister. Both of which usually disappeared out the door the moment her mom left for work, thus leaving the two of us pretty much alone together. Something that over time, we'd begin taking a lot of advantage of, but that was still a ways out yet. I mean after all, we weren't actually even dating...yet.

*First kiss*

I remember the conversation clearly, as though it were yesterday.

"So, is Dawn a good kisser?" She asked me point blank as I sat there on her couch. I had only planned on staying a minute or two, after walking her home, before heading back. After all, Dawn would be expecting a phone call later on that evening since we hadn't spent any time together after school.

"Yeah, I guess," I responded a little sheepishly, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the weird topic she'd chosen to discuss with me.

"Better than me?" She then asked.

For starters, I obviously had no idea. I'd never kissed Teresa, for real anyway. Only in my dreams. "How should I know? I've never kissed you," I responded back, not seeing the trap I'd just sprung on myself, but not minding that I had as things eventually turned out.

"Then maybe you'd better find out," she'd said looking into my eyes, expectantly. I guess if I'd been all that serious about Dawn, I would never have kissed her. But the moment she said that, I somehow knew, it wouldn't be the last time I would ever kiss her either. That kiss turned into another, and then another and another. And before you knew it, I'd been there almost two hours, just the two of us sitting there kissing and making out as it was called. Until "curfew" for her younger brother and sister brought them home again, forcing us to finally part company.

I never did call Dawn that night, too busy fantasizing, and masturbating like mad for one thing. But for another, I was also trying to come up with an easy way to break things off with Dawn. Like the old song says, "breaking up is hard to do," and Dawn knew immediately who was behind it all too. It didn't take a lot of investigating to find out as for the last few remaining weeks of school, Teresa and I spent most of it hand in hand, wandering the halls together, riding the bus home...and then spending a minimum of two hours every night tickling one another's tonsils with our tongues.

*Getting up to bat, feeling my first ever titty.*

Back then, just getting up to the plate was half the fun. Few were, and few did. And though I constantly struck out back then, never even getting to so called "first base", the fact was, I knew one day...I would. But there would also be only an occasional single even then, it would be a long time before I would ever score my first double, or make it to second base. Such where the times then perhaps. But I digress.

Still together by this time, and still dating, now in high school of course, and with me having just gotten my driver's license, and first car, it was time to celebrate. And it was also time to go out on our very first "official" un-chaperoned, date together. As such of course, we went to the drive-in movie. We'd certainly gone before, with friends who were driving, though none of us had done anything more than a whole lot of heavy kissing. Yeah, admittedly I had managed to graze one of her boobs here and there, and even once remembering she'd allowed me to rest the palm of my hand on her once, for longer than two seconds. After that, it became more of a challenge just to see if I could increase the duration of "officially" holding her breast, which came in nanoseconds of time to be perfectly honest about it. It took a long time before I finally hit the three second mark before she'd finally move my hand away from her breast. Or so it felt like anyway. But...that was an official halfway down to first base for me. At least I was now actually hitting the ball on occasion, even if I was still being thrown out before ever really reaching the base.

But things were about to change, and at a pace that I don't think either one of us expected or had planned on up until then. That change was brought about by the times to some degree, along with drastic changes taking place in Teresa's home life. Her parents were about to divorce for one thing, something that had been a long time in coming. It was also the age of Aquarius...free love, bra burning (though Teresa wasn't about to burn hers, let alone take it off yet), but that too would soon happen. But when it did happen, when things finally did change, it happened so fast, and in such a way, that in some respects, neither one of us was really prepared for it. I think part of that was because Teresa and I had both turned eighteen early on in our final year of high school.

For me, it was because of my mother way back when. For whatever reason, she hadn't started me in school when I was really young, when she should have, holding me back a year before doing so. In her way of thinking, she wanted to make sure I would be a bit older, a bit more used to the idea. Being an only child, looking back, I think she wasn't ready to give me up being home all the time. As for Teresa, hers was a matter of being right on the dividing line perhaps. Turning eighteen shortly after school started, and thus...the two of us already well ahead of most of the others when our senior year began. It had its perks...advantages, but it had its disadvantages as well. I was no longer governed by a curfew for one thing. As long as I kept my grades up, graduated...then I could pretty much come and go as I pleased. Something I certainly took a great deal of advantage of. As for Teresa, with her mother now divorced, trying to survive and raise three kids without a whole lot of support from her sometimes father, she was thrown into the role once more of playing mom, looking after her siblings while her mom worked most evenings. Though by this time of course, Teresa and I both had part-time jobs. As an "adult" one of the downsides of being eighteen...I had to find money to pay for my own dates, and gas for the car I drove. The days of having an allowance as it were, was over with. Needless to say, whenever we had time together outside of all that, we made it quality time. And that's when things just seemed to dramatically escalate all of a sudden.

*Making it to first, and then second base...standing up.*

Fridays were very special to us. For one thing, neither one of us had to work. For another, her mom did, which meant we'd pretty much have the place to ourselves, though I didn't dare show up until long after her mother had actually left. Her brother usually bolted out the door to head off and screw around with his friends the moment their mother left, which left us with Teresa's younger sister Sara, who could be a real pain in the ass at times. I think she hung around just to annoy us, knowing full well that we wanted some alone time. But she used that to her own advantage as well. Very often it took some sort of a bribe to get her to leave the two of us alone. Either with allowing her to watch some movie she shouldn't be, or having a friend over, or even going so far as to allow her to have her own boyfriend over, though she wasn't (or hopefully wasn't) doing what we had been.

I knew there was something about this particular evening too. It wasn't as though we had discussed it, or even talked about it...but it was in the air. When Teresa suggested that we go outside, out back, and sit on the old sofa as opposed to staying inside, I knew there was a lot going on here. That was indeed our "later in the evening" make out couch. Usually where we ended up for the last hour before I had to scoot home before her mother arrived. The fact we were going out there a whole lot earlier than normal spoke volumes. That, and the fact Teresa was wearing my favorite pull over sweater, the one I loved being able to caress and rub her tits through. And on occasion, once in a great while, actually being able to sneak a hand under for even more direct contact, though still while she was wearing a bra. Yeah, seriously...that's as far as I'd ever gotten with her. I'd still never actually touched them in the flesh, nor had I seen them either for that matter.

All that...was about to change.

We started out as we usually did, lots of kissing...only this time, it was still light out, no stars yet. And as such, I didn't dare jump to light speed and simply place my hand on one of her breasts. At least not until I couldn't really see what I was doing yet. That seemed to be at the time, one of the requirements or something. I tended to think it was because Teresa didn't want me seeing her "horny face," as I called it. Though I knew she got that, especially the way she'd squirm, even pant and moan a lot as I kneaded her soft breasts like freshly rolled dough. So when she lifted my hand, placing it right there on her breast, in the middle of daylight no less...I knew indeed this was going to be a very...very special evening. Especially when I discovered that double D Teresa, wasn't wearing a bra!

Now, like I said...on some few occasions, though even then not for as long as I would have liked, she'd permitted me to actually sneak my hand up inside her sweater or tee shirt, and actually fondle and caress her breasts that way. I had more easily felt her nipples harden through the material, enough so I could finger, and thumb them, teasing her...teasing them, certainly teasing the hell out of myself if you will, but never directly. The fact I was now touching her, in daylight...outside, with the threat of her little sister popping out on us at any given moment was one thing. But the fact I was also feeling her hard extended nipple, even with her (my) favorite sweater on was something else. For one thing, that fucker(s) was hard! Harder than I'd ever felt it, imagined it...and she seemed to be doing a lot more squirming and moaning too as I sat there rubbing it, rolling it, pulling on it, even if it was through the material of her sweater. In the meantime of course, I am also kissing her, everywhere that I could, every place I could find exposed flesh, I kissed before going back to her mouth again. And then I began to notice something. Each time I moved downwards, kissing that "V" of her neck, it seemed to be getting lower and lower with each pass that I made. Opening my eyes (finally) I saw that she had hooked two of her own fingers in that "V" of her sweater, pulling it down. I was actually looking at the upper swells of her full firm breasts, and suddenly kissing them too! More and more of them in fact. It became this weird, highly unusual game we were suddenly playing. I'd make the return trip back to her face, lips, and then start downwards again, watching her as she pulled down on this damn sweater of hers. More and more flesh suddenly revealed, and then saw...actually saw this difference in texture, coloration. And I knew without any doubt whatsoever, I was looking at the crescent moon of one of her dark colored areolas!

I don't think I'd ever been so fucking hard in my entire life! And then as I made my final trip...knowing it would be, I looked, and holy shit...it was suddenly there. This big, beautiful, totally naked hard nipple just waiting for me to kiss it, to suck it, to fondle it. And then I was. I remember reaching it, first kissing it of course, repeatedly, her hand suddenly on the back of my head holding it against her, as though nursing me in a way, which I began doing of course. Now sucking it, gently, almost afraid she'd wake up and find out what I was doing here. Until maybe I'd spent too much time doing that perhaps, which is when she then said, "Baby...suck the other one too."

I'd almost forgotten she had two. Like maybe she was saving one for another occasion or something. But now it was awkward. It meant putting one back, and then what...me pulling down on the other side in order to reach it? (What did I know?) But then she of course made it easy for me. She just reached down, and pulled her sweater up and over her breasts, now both of them exposed. And me, sitting there staring at them for the first time, both of them, in their absofuckinglutely beautiful glory.

I think time stood still. I know the stars eventually came out, but I sat until the kink in my side turned numb. Hell, I wasn't about to change positions, even if I left paralyzed after this. I took delight, and time...going back and forth between the two, never getting my fill of doing this. Of seeing her, seeing her breasts, hell...sucking and playing with her very bare breasts. Are you kidding me? Her mother would have had to come home and forcibly remove me herself at the rate I was going. I was in seventh heaven, and so was Teresa by the sounds of it.

The nice thing about that night was, we never went backwards from there. After that, every chance we had, every moment we could take, she wanted me to play with her tits, suck them, nurse them, and fondle them. I honestly believe to this very day, Teresa was one of those women who could actually have an orgasm just by my doing that. There were times after we'd been doing this for a while, she would shudder, and then shortly after...was when she'd almost have to forcibly make me give them up. Not that I minded, especially knowing, we'd be doing it all, all over again, the following day.

My problem was...I was beginning to think that I would forever have a persistent case of perpetual "blue-balls". I'd pretty much decided that was just the way it was, and that I'd have to learn to get used to it. Sure...after I got home, I'd furiously jerk off until the flames had momentarily been extinguished, but it was still a bit frustrating. I was now playing the same old "two second" hold game on her pussy that had taken me several years to get past and make it even this far with her breasts. At that rate, I'd be well into my late twenties before I even got to see her pussy, let alone anything else. I wasn't sure I could be that patient. But once more, Teresa was way ahead of me.

*My first triple*

It was another one of those rare precious times we could actually go out on a real date. Dinner and a movie...and not just a drive in. And though that certainly didn't allow for us doing anything inside a sit down theatre, even the drive home back to her place always held the promise of something more. She'd very often tease me, excite and arouse me by removing her bra in that almost magical fashion women can. Without taking anything else off. Suddenly, pulling it through the sleeves of a blouse or sweater, tossing it behind into the back seat. (I even think I had two or three others at this point I hadn't as yet gotten around to bringing back to her). But that was always a good sign that we'd still have some mess around time even if her mother happened to be home that evening, which she was in this case. Which made this particular night even more memorable, exciting...and to some degree, wickedly dangerous.

We were still a bit early yet from the time we said we probably would be back when I pulled onto her street.

"Cut your lights," she told me as we slowly approached. "And then cut the engine too," she added. I did both, silently letting the car drift up in front of her place. The lights were still on of course, including the porch light, though it was just dim enough not to shine down on us as we pulled over against the curb. Though her mom was home, and no doubt still up, she wouldn't be expecting us yet for one thing, but even if she did see us, and come out the front door, we'd have plenty of time to make ourselves presentable before getting out. Or so I hoped anyway. But I was again just expecting some more titty play before we called it a night again. So imagine my surprise when she turned towards me and said, "Baby...take it out, I want to please you."

You don't really plan these things. I know I certainly didn't, hadn't...though maybe she did. Maybe she had been thinking about it all day, all evening. But she certainly didn't let me in on it until the very last moment. So it's not like you actually come prepared for this. Especially when it's the very first time. I'm not even sure I had heard her correctly when she said that, I was still trying to comprehend the words she'd just spoken, which weren't made any easier to understand either as she once again lifted that still favorite sweater of mine up again over her breasts. (Maybe I should have taken a clue in the sweater...I think it too was magical in a way). But there I was looking at her gorgeous bare breasts as she leaned up against the passenger door and window, looking at me.

"Unless of course you don't want to," came the famous last words.

I don't think I've ever unzipped my fly that fast before, realizing she was actually serious. Though even then I hesitated, reaching in myself, taking it out. But then she started playing with her own breasts, and that's all it took. A moment later, I was sitting there with my cock (at least it was nice and hard already) sticking up and out as she sat there staring at it. Finally, she moved over, placing her hand on it, and then as though she'd been doing this for a number of years, began jerking me off. I knew the moment she began doing that, there was only two ways this was going to go. Thank god it didn't go the way I was fearing the most, though it almost went too far the other way.

I was nervous as hell. Sure...excited beyond belief. After all, Teresa actually had my cock in her hand and was playing with it! But I was still nervous, now fearful of her mom suddenly stepping outside. Or worse, perhaps even sneaking out the backdoor, seeing us parked there out in front, wanting to surprise us...catch us. And oh yeah...would she ever if she were to do that. Especially now. So maybe that helped a little, took the edge off the excitement, adding a pinch of fear into the mix. Which was just enough to keep me from losing it all too soon. The pleasure of my girlfriend's hand, hell...a different hand other than my own, now working my dick was far more than I could have ever imagined happening at this point. And yet...here she was.

It felt so fucking good that I finally started to realize that I was going to be shooting off in my girlfriend's stroking hand before too much longer here. And that now raised another concern. Once more, way ahead of me Teresa smiled looking down at my rock hard cock and tightening balls, and said. "Rick? Do you have anything?"

Had I known, had a clue that this was even remotely on the agenda for this evening, I'd have brought something with me. Ironically, having cleaned out the car earlier in preparation for a real date, I'd discarded the few paper napkins I'd tossed over into the back seat from one too many fast food stop offs. As it was, I couldn't think of a single fucking thing we could use.

Hell, I even had a first aid kit in the trunk in the event of a real emergency. Little help here for that. This was a different kind of an emergency. I swear, someone should invent an emergency first sex kit or something. They'd make a fortune on it. Have it handy in the trunk of the car for whenever it was needed, right next to the first aid kit perhaps. I was even trying to imagine all the things you could put inside it, beyond the obvious of course, for situations just like this one when she spoke again.

"I take it you don't have anything."

"Shit!" Was all I said still trying to come up with something we could use, though now worried that because I didn't, she'd stop...once more leaving me high and dry, only this time far fucking worse than a simple case of blue balls. Which is what I thought was happening as she suddenly let go of my cock, once more leaning back against the passenger door.

"Hold that thought," she grinned wickedly, suddenly raising her ass right there in front of me as I watched her suddenly lift the short skirt she was wearing, grabbing the hem of her white bikini panties, struggling out of them as she lowered them down her legs. "Grab them and pull," she announced, which I happily did of course, though now wondering where any of this was going. Was she actually considering fucking me?

Not possible, no fucking way. Not here, not now...not like this.

I was right about that, she wasn't. But what she now offered was almost as good. (I said almost). It wasn't something I had actually done before, (though I certainly have since). But then taking the panties back away from me as I sat there holding them in my hand, she placed them over the head of my cock, effectively covering it completely, though her hand still felt damn fucking good. But then again, so did her silky like feeling panties as she picked up where she'd left off.

"There, now you can squirt whenever you're ready," she informed me.

(Note to whoever decides to make a "first aid sex kit" to include a silk or satin pair of sexy panties...trust me. Oh, and maybe a short length of soft nylon rope too. I'll explain later.)

The thing was, I'd actually seen my girlfriends pussy for the first time too, albeit very briefly, too briefly...but I had, and was now sitting there realizing that as the tickling sensation deep within my balls was alerting me to the fact I was going to be shooting off here in a second or two. And I also knew, just by that preliminary sensation, this was going to be the mother-fucking best orgasm of my entire life. (Sorry about that mom, it's just an expression). But the truth was...it was going to be.

"Holy shit babe!" Was all I managed. And then I think my entire body somehow became weightless, or I found super human strength or something, lifting my ass completely off the seat, toes curling into the floorboard like a ballerina as I somehow arched my back, meeting that delicious stroke of my girlfriends hand as it came down, me coming up...and then just coming. Over, and over...and over again. Nonstop for what felt like a fucking eternity.

Her panties were soaked. But then again, they sorta had been before I soaked them myself, which was something else that added to all this wicked deliciousness too.

"Holy shit baby," she said as my semen literally soaked through her panties, enough that it bubbled up through the material and still managed to soak her hands and fingers. "Do you...always come like that?"

"Only when you do it," I informed her, seeing the smile on her face after saying that. She knew what I meant. The problem was, I was still pretty messy, even with the panties catching most of it, though she used those to finish wiping me off with the best that she could. And then she surprised me again, perhaps without thinking when she did it, actually licking some of the residue off her fingers. It was like watching her after she'd baked and frosted a cake. I don't think I'd ever be able to see her do that again without thinking about this very moment.

"Shit babe," I said looking at her as she just then realized what she'd done.

"What?"

Don't laugh...back then, I'm not even sure shit like that was legal. Or even if it was, I'd never heard of ANYONE, EVER doing that. I'd never even seen it, and it wasn't a subject that was even discussed amongst any of the guys...seriously.

"My stuff, you ah...shit babe...you ok?" I asked somewhat worriedly. I mean the last thing I wanted to see was Teresa suddenly gagging, puking on me after experiencing some horrible chemical reaction or something. I could almost see it happening. Talk about a major bummer after such a major orgasmic explosion, especially as it was my first one ever with her.

But what she said was, "Actually, it's not half bad...not like anything my girlfriends said it would be like."

"Jesus," I thought to myself. "You mean to tell me girls actually talk about shit like that when guys don't?" And then I said..."Yeah?"

"Yeah, haven't you ever tasted yourself?"

"Are you kidding? Why would I? Have you?"

Teresa's look gave me the answer. But what was even more interesting, was the fact we'd never really discussed it, never talked about it, it was a subject that just never came up, until now anyway. And then I suddenly knew, Teresa masturbated too, obviously...and now I had another interesting image, fantasy, to add to my stored collection.

"Of course I have silly," she responded back. "Kind of hard not to...you know?" As she now wiggled her fingers at me, laughing. Two fingers in fact, which again spoke volumes. "Well," she then said suddenly changing the subject on me here, leaving me with my mouth still hanging open, my somewhat flaccid dick still hanging out. "I'd best go inside before mom discovers we're out here," she said putting all my toys away, straightening her skirt once more, though tossing her cum filled panties into the back seat, along with the bra she'd discarded earlier. "Oh, and do me a favor though if you would please. When you wash those? And you WILL be bringing them back, along with ALL my other bras, make sure you wash them on the delicate cycle, otherwise you'll ruin everything."

"Ah...Teresa?" I began finally putting myself away. "Would you like it if I..." She actually blushed, giggled and then opened her car door stepping out before I could run around to do it for her. She stood waiting for me as I finally managed to get out myself, speaking at me over the roof of the car.

"Eventually...maybe. Let's not rush things ok?"

"Ok," I responded back a bit dejectedly, though I asked her something else. "Can I...at least see it again? This time a bit longer than a second or two? I mean after all, you've seen me...so I'd sort of really enjoy seeing you."

She turned walking up the steps towards the front door, but I heard her as she said, "Maybe...I'll think about it."

I kissed her goodnight at the door, thanked her for the lovely hand job, and floated home I think. It had been one of those incredibly memorable evenings. And yes...I washed her stuff on delicate the following day after mom and dad left for a while. With plans on seeing her again the following day, even though it was a Sunday, her mom had pulled a Sunday shift at the restaurant she was working at, so we had every intention of taking advantage of things again. Something we always did too of course.

And we would yet again accomplish another milestone when we did.

*Mirror Images*

The nice thing about Sundays was, even though Sunday's were a rarer day for us in being together, was if Teresa's mom had to work one. When she did, it meant we had all sorts of private time to be together. Being Catholic, Teresa's sister and brother had no choice but to go to church. Which usually meant, a minimum of two hours, if not usually three where we were totally alone. Sure, Teresa was expected to go too, but at eighteen now, that was one of the few things her mom allowed her to make her own decisions about. And since she did go most of the time even then, on the days when her mom worked and didn't go herself, neither did Teresa. Though her sister and brother weren't given the same options as she was. Which was fine by me. I pretty much had the same call myself needless to say. And so it was, that I rushed over to her place the minute she called me to inform me her siblings had just left. After what happened the night before, I was hopeful for just about anything, and rushed over (with her panties and bras all cleaned and folded for her too!)

She must have been thinking about the night before almost as much as I had been. Almost from the moment I walked in the door, taking my hand, leading me over to sit down on the couch, we got right to it. This time there were no preliminaries, no small talk, no easing into anything. I honestly believe this was the first time she was hornier than I was!

I swear, it was inside of two minutes that I was sitting next to her on the couch sucking on her tits. And it was two minutes after that, when she asked me. "So...you still want to see it?" Do bears shit in the woods? Though I think all I managed to do was sit there shaking my head yes. And then she stood, telling me she'd be right back as I watched her walk around the hallway corner heading towards her bedroom. I had no idea why...but I was certainly content to wait. She came back moments later carrying a fairly large hand held mirror. Ok, don't laugh...but this is the way I first got a really good look at her pussy. No kidding.

Teresa came out sitting back down next to me there on the couch. Curious, I sat waiting...wondering. "Sit back, look...it's the only way you're going to see it," she told me. (No...I'm still not kidding here). So I did. She'd been wearing a skirt, and like the night before, she'd removed her panties, only this time, leaving them back in her bedroom perhaps. So there we are, sitting side by side on the couch, and she holds this enormous hand-held mirror down between her legs, and then says. "OK, go ahead and look."

Now...it wasn't the style back then to run around sporting a shaved, or even a trimmed pussy per say. And I'll be the first to admit, I'd caught a glimpse here and there of my own mother's on infrequent occasion. And she was Irish. So you can only imagine. But here...Teresa being Spanish and all, I was surprised at what I initially was looking at. She didn't have much pubic hair at all. And what she did have, was so fine...and thin, that it literally laid down straight, almost as though she'd combed it that way. Now it's not like I'd seen a lot of women's cunts before...not like this anyway, mostly in a few magazines (the really dirty kind) where about all you ever did see was a thick bush. (Much like mom's, only her's was bright fucking red in color!) Teresa's pussy hair was jet black, but like I said, not much of it, thin, and wispy, laying down flat just above this magnificent looking slit. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. But...I wasn't seeing much else, not certainly inside, not with her legs tightly closed, and me looking into a mirror at her, which we both were.

"Well? Satisfied?"

I think I remember saying "It's beautiful!" (Score points for me on this one, because it led to a hell of a lot more because of it, I think.)

"Yeah? Really? You think so? Really?"

"Yeah, really," and then I told her I'd seen mom's once or twice, ALL bush...and ALL red. She laughed at that, told me her mom was the same way, though dark black too...but yeah, real hairy and all bush. I then told her how I thought her slit looked really cute. (Well it did!) and then she said "Yeah? You like it then?" I told her I did of course, and said I'd like to see it again if she'd let me. But this time...without the mirror. She thought about it for a moment, and then stood up, reaching for my hand. I took hers...and felt my heart jump up somewhere inside my throat as she then led me down that hallway towards her bedroom.

"Don't go getting any ideas," she informed me. "We're not having sex. Well...not intercourse anyway," she then added. Which told me in an instant a number of things. We were about to do something...far more perhaps, or at the very least, as much as we had done. Only this time, once again in broad daylight. "No more than an hour though," she likewise stated. "I don't want to take any chances in getting caught." Once again telling me, we were definitely about to do something. And then Teresa took off every stitch of clothing she had on.

It was the first time I had seen her completely naked. And interestingly enough, it really put her large sized breasts into perspective. They looked even bigger on her small sized frame. She looked amazing, though she was blushing furiously as she crawled onto her bed, waiting for me to undress, which I hurriedly did of course. I remember shaking like a leaf. Though I'm pretty sure she was too. The two of us, laying there next to one another, hands and fingers and mouths seemingly everywhere at once. We literally couldn't get enough of one another. But it was spectacular for me anyway...when I finally reached down, cupping her bare (well you know what I mean) pussy, actually holding it, palming it, without her shooing my hand away after two or three seconds. I then began to "diddle" her as we called it. Just finger-tip diddling mind you, not really fingering her inside. After all, she truly was a virgin then, and even as I learned later, how she masturbated, never included anything ever going inside. All pretty much clitorial (ok...my own word, but I like it). And all the while, she's jerking and fondling me again, so we're now enjoying our first ever mutual masturbation with one another. Yet another first here. And to be honest, I had pretty much figured out this was about as far as things were going to go, and I would have honestly been ok with that. So maybe it had something to do with me actually touching her, being touched. I mean, shit...the way it felt when she touched me the first time? Nothing like it, having someone else doing you besides yourself. So maybe it was that way for her too, who knows. Whatever the case, or reason, next thing I know, she's slithering down my body...yeah, you guessed it.

Within forty eight hours, I had experienced my first ever hand job, and now...about to experience my first ever blowjob too.

*Oral sex OMG*

Now obviously she was a novice at this, just as much as I was. And I had nothing to compare it to anyway. So maybe if I had had, I'd have looked back and said it wasn't the greatest blowjob in the world. But...when it's your first blowjob ever, it IS the greatest, regardless of what she's doing, or how. At first, it was tentative little licks of the tongue (why the hell they even call it a blowjob in the first place escapes me. But again I digress here). But even that felt utterly amazing to me, and if I thought I was shaking like a leaf before, it was nothing in comparison to the way I was shaking now. I felt spastic in a sense. I mean sure, it tickled some too, the way she was doing things, but fuck...the mental part more than made up for the lack of any real technique on her part. I mean think about it...I'm laying there getting my dick licked...and soon sucked! I mean it's only natural that the one would at some point in time, follow the other. Which it did.

And that did feel unbelievably good. Short of the baggy full of whipping cream I'd once used to jerk off with, I'd never felt anything like it before. (Hey...give me a break, it's better than fucking a pie isn't it?)

Call me chivalrous perhaps. But in truth, it also had a lot to do with me not yet wanting to blow my load. (Not to mention the fact that I think we were both still unclear on cum coming anywhere's near another person's mouth at the time). But since I was getting close here (too close) it was time to back her off for a bit before I embarrassed myself. Although there was a bit of surprised joy in this for her too when I suddenly rolled her over, and then slithered down her body, kissing every square inch of her along the way. She actually sat up, propping herself on her elbows looking down at me.

"And where do you think you're going?" She asked.

"Where do you think I'm going," I said still kissing. "I'm about to return the favor here."

"Oh yeah...righ...Oh my God!" She said instead. I'm not sure I even meant to, or like I said, being a novice at this myself here. But I hit her pleasure button. Probably by mistake. But one thing I've always prided myself on, is that I've always learned from my mistakes. And so I licked it again, that little knot I found, that precious little nodule of nerve endings. And then suddenly she's flat on her back again. Hands on her tits...pulling on them harder than I ever had, that's for damn sure. And me, lapping away at her like I'd died and gone to pussy heaven. Looking up, watching her, her head rolling back and forth on her pillow. Her ass bouncing, as I now slipped my hands beneath her, cupping it, more or less holding on, though it helped tremendously. Now I've never ridden a bucking bronco in my entire life, and have no plans to ever do so either. But, just holding onto her ass at least gave me an idea which way she was going, so I managed to ride her for the full eight seconds at least before she exploded. (Ok, so it was longer than eight seconds, but you get my point here). I made Teresa come. With my mouth. Maybe it wasn't her first orgasm ever...but it was the first one she'd ever given to me in that sense.

Damn I felt good. I'd just made a woman cum. Me. With my mouth no less.

And then she sucked the life out of me a short time after that. And yeah...she did the unthinkable, the unimaginable, the unspeakable. She swallowed me whole, even when I told her I was about to come. Even then, she still did it, still took it. And I knew I was going to tell every fucking friend I ever had, ever knew, even strangers on the street perhaps, that she swallowed my fucking come, and said she enjoyed doing it afterwards even. Actually liked it, and wanted to do it again, as soon as I could manage it.

Well...I would have. But then she said. "And don't you ever dare fucking tell anyone I did that to you, or I'll never do it again."

Mums the word.

Oral sex became our favorite past time. Whenever, and wherever we could manage it.

It seriously became almost an obsession between us. I shit you not. Next thing I know, I'm getting blowjobs (ok...suck jobs) before school outside in my car sitting in the parking lot. (I still to this day wish the hell I could have told the guys. But...I also knew a good thing when I had it too). So, I kept my mouth shut. And then we'd race home back to my place after school. Being an only child, with mom and dad both working, that meant we had another two hours of alone time before she had to be home. And so we spent most of that entertaining one another orally again. We did it all. Perfected the fine art of '69' in any and all positions you can even dream up. We did it. Which was more of a novelty to be perfectly honest about it, as I think we both preferred, and eventually settled into, doing one another, taking turns pleasuring one another. Which felt better, especially as we could just lay back and concentrate on what the other one was doing to you.

I even lost a little weight. And mom even commented on that once, asking me if I was working out again. I didn't have the heart to tell her I wasn't. Or worse, tell her what I was doing instead. Though one day dad came home unexpectedly and found us doing that. To my surprise, he didn't kill me (or us) wasn't even mad. If anything, he just smiled though Teresa was embarrassed to tears. But that's another story, for another time. Yet though in a way, it was another first too. First time we got caught. Though it wouldn't be the last time either.

Weeks, and then months passed with Teresa and I enjoying life together. Though admittedly at this point I was (and had been) thinking about the two of us actually "doing it". We'd even discussed it briefly...talked about it at least. The good news was, she was thinking about it too, and admittedly was wondering what it would be like. I figured then, it was only a matter of time.

*And then the wheels came off*

I remember distinctly that it was a Saturday. I'd gone over to Teresa's house. Her mom was of course at work, though her brother and sister were still there. Unfortunately, as long as they were, we couldn't do anything but sit there and watch TV together. Hopefully, her brother and sister would get bored hanging around, or would eventually run off and do something with their friends. It was the best we could hope for. We couldn't even suggest the idea, not with Sara anyway. Even sitting, or just laying on Teresa's bed in her bedroom, doing nothing aside from a feel here and there, Sara would pop in and out of her room unannounced, uninvited, and unexpectedly. I swore it was her lot in life to either try and catch us doing something, or to keep us from doing it. And probably both. As long as Sara was hanging around, we didn't dare do anything. Nothing but talk usually, which wasn't so bad, unless Teresa was in one of those serious discussion moods. Which today...was one she happened to be in.

We were indeed laying on top of her bed together. I had managed one or two titty fondles, which Teresa allowed, or ignored either way, using that perhaps as a way of keeping my attention when she suddenly told me out of the clear blue sky, that her mother had asked her about us.

"What about us?" I responded back, suddenly forgetting all about the tits I'd been playing with.

"She asked me if we'd done anything."

"You're kidding me! And what did you say?"

"I can't lie to her Rick, you know that. So I told her."

"You told her? Told her what? What did you tell her?" I now asked worriedly. Already I could see her mom fuming, throwing her hands up in the air, yelling at her...planning on some way of killing me perhaps.

"Everything. I told her everything. She wanted to know, everything...all the details."

"Holy shit! Seriously? What happed then?"

"She was a little pissed at first," Teresa continued.

"No shit."

"But after she calmed down, she told me she was glad we hadn't, you know...done it."

For the first time, I was actually glad we hadn't. "And then what?"

"Well, we talked about things."

"Things?"

"Yeah, things...stuff, stuff we've done. Mom asked me if I had enjoyed it," I groaned, rolling my eyes, disbelief, panic, confusion suddenly clouding my thoughts though I continued listening. "I think she was a little jealous."

"Jealous? Seriously? Why?"

"Because she and dad never really were very affectionate, not like that. And there was, well...there was stuff he just wouldn't do. Not like we have anyway, so she was sort of jealous about that, asking me why I liked it, what it felt like."

"Oh my god!"

"Yeah, no shit," Teresa said with a bit of a blank look on her face, obviously recalling the details of their conversation. "I honestly thought she was going to come unglued, ground me, forbid me from ever seeing you again...but she didn't. Instead, we talked more about some of the stuff we had done, where, when..."

"Holy shit!" I said again, recalling all those times myself now, and now realizing, Darlene, Teresa's mom knew all about them as well. "So then what happened?" I pressed nervously, worriedly.

I knew from past discussions we'd had, what Teresa's plans and future goals were. Similar to my own in many ways, though her college education was pretty much taken care of, unlike my own. I have to give Darlene credit in one regard, now trying to make ends meet with little help and support from her ex-husband, though he did occasionally pay what he could. Darlene had still managed to set aside a little bit towards her children's education. But there was an obvious price that came along with that as I was about to find out. I too had hoped and planned to go to college after graduating myself. But it was also a fact that if I did, I'd have to rely on putting myself through school. As such, I knew that I couldn't afford to do so on a full time basis, so my plans were to take what courses I could afford, until such time as I could do otherwise. Obviously, it was going to take me a lot longer to do that, but there was really no other options for me at the time.

"She made me promise her something."

"Promise her what?" I asked already having a pretty good idea where all this was going.

"She made me promise, that no matter what it was we have been doing, that I wouldn't give you my virginity, or anyone for that matter, until my wedding night."

I knew then any hope I had of actually having sexual intercourse with Teresa had gone right out the window. "And what was the second promise?" I found myself asking, feeling let down and deflated.

"That I wouldn't get married until after I had graduated from college."

"Jesus Teresa, you didn't actually agree to that did you? I mean...what about...what about us?"

We had only really danced around the issue of the two of us actually one day getting married. There had been nothing concrete or specific with regards to that. Idle chat, testing the waters though we entertained the thought, never really taking it beyond that. Going to college after graduating was something we both planned on doing. Whatever happened during that, was something else entirely. But tying in Teresa's virginity to that, seemed totally absurd.

"What about us?" She responded back. "We've never really committed to one another regarding a future. We both agreed to take a 'wait and see' attitude about it, unless you've changed your mind," she said rolling over and away from me, letting me know as she did that, that her tits were suddenly off limits again. I gave up, sitting up.

"No, it's just that..."

"You want to fuck me is what," she said sounding angry now, upset. "I understand that, and don't think I haven't thought about it too Rick. But I promised mom, and that's that. She doesn't seem to be too terribly upset about the rest of it, though she doesn't exactly condone what we're doing either. But as long as we don't take things all the way, she's willing to accept it. Oh...and one more thing though. She wants to talk to you, one on one herself."

"Fuck!" I said already imagining the conversation we'd be having. With Teresa out of the picture, I was pretty sure our conversation wouldn't be nearly as congenial as the one Teresa had had with her mother. "When?"

"When's your next night off?"

I thought, "Um, Tuesday," I said going over the work schedule in my head.

"That's perfect then," Teresa told me. "I have to work myself until ten, but mom has the night off too. I'll tell her you'll be over then," she said still sounding a bit surely though at least smiling a little again.

Sara made one of her unannounced appearances shortly after that, and made it obvious she planned on hanging around, further interrupting our conversation. I decided the evening was a total loss at this point because of that, and decided to head home. Teresa didn't make any attempt to stop me either, so it was definitely time to leave. It also meant I probably wouldn't see much of her outside of school until the weekend. Graduation was only a few weeks away at this point, and we were both busy with projects we were working on in getting prepared for that. So even our time at school together would be limited.

"At least call me, and let me know how it went," she said at least kissing me at the door as I prepared to leave.

"If I still have a head left," I told her, to which she actually did laugh.

"Don't be so paranoid, or worried," she tried reassuring me. "Like I said, she wasn't that upset when I told her what we had been doing. In fact, I actually think she was actually a little aroused by it if you really want to know, especially since she kept asking me things about what it felt like, stuff like that. You know how it's been for her Rick, ever since she and dad divorced. She hasn't been out with anyone since then. So I know damn well she hasn't been having sex with anyone else. You know how she feels about divorce, in mom's way of thinking, which I think is ridiculous, she can't ever get married again."

"Yeah, that is a little silly," I freely admitted. "I'd certainly never condemn myself to a life of celibacy."

"Yeah, neither would I," Teresa winked, licking her lips, making me wonder if I should perhaps stick around for a little bit. But then she blew me another kiss and promptly closed the door.

**Bewildered, strange conversation**

I was nervous and apprehensive by the time I arrived that night, around seven o'clock as we'd agreed. Darlene met me at the door, and I was surprised to find she was wearing a robe as she invited me in, though I'd seen her wearing it before as she prepared to get ready for work. The thing was, she wasn't working tonight, so I found it odd. After coming in however, she immediately walked over and around the ironing board she had set up.

"Hope you don't mind, but I thought I'd do all my ironing while we chat. Can I get you something to drink?"

I took a seat on the couch next to her as she stood ironing. "No...no thanks, I'm good," I said steeling myself.

"Yeah, that's what Teresa said," Darlene said not even looking up from her ironing as she stood there pressing one of her work blouses.

"Did she just say what I thought she did?" I asked myself, though I didn't respond to that any further, remaining silent, fidgety, and again more nervous than ever if she had indeed said what she had, meaning it that way.

"So, can we speak frankly and honestly here?" She then asked. "It's not my intent to embarrass or make you uncomfortable, but I do think it's important that we understand one another totally and completely, don't you agree?"

"Yes mam," I said speaking formerly perhaps.

"Call me Darlene," she then corrected me. "We're both adults here, and obviously we're discussing adult topics, or will be anyway," she then added only now looking up at me, gathering my eyes in hers.

"Ok, Darlene..." I said sounding out her name perhaps for the first time really, though I could now feel the sweat starting to trickle down my neck into my shirt.

"Sure I can't get you anything to drink?" She asked. "I'd like one," she then said speaking more to herself than to me. "I know I probably shouldn't be offering, but...can I get you a beer? Would you mind getting me one?"

"Ah...sure," I said now changing my mind, standing up and heading into the kitchen to grab us a couple, returning a moment later with them. Darlene was just then reaching down into a nearby laundry basket retrieving yet again another blouse to be ironed. As she did, leaning over, the front of her robe billowed out, I stood there glancing down at her, still holding onto our beers as I easily saw one of her breasts quite clearly. It was now obvious to me, she didn't have anything on underneath it, though if she was totally naked was still a mystery. It was bad enough I had seen one of her tits, and quickly turned my eyes away. "Ah, here..." I said sitting her beer down on the end of the ironing board, retaking my seat, though by now at least she had straightened up again, beginning to iron the next blouse.

"Thanks," she said taking a quick sip, once again eying me. I took a drink myself, waiting. "So...I assume Teresa talked to you a little bit about what we discussed," she began finally.

"Some," I countered taking another sip.

"Told you about refraining from having intercourse with you...or anyone else until she's through with college?"

"Ah yeah, she mentioned that," I said once again feeling fidgety.

"Think you can live with that?" She asked as she stopped ironing, looking at me directly again.

"Do I really have a choice?" I countered feeling a bit bolder now, perhaps with the beers help, though I felt like I was cornered here to some degree, which may have added to that. Not to mention that I was oddly aroused, just a little, having accidentally gotten a pretty good look at one of Darlene's bare breasts.

"No, not really," she countered back. "Not if Teresa expects me to support her through college she doesn't."

She went back to ironing again, and I looked up watching her, waiting for the next comment. As she did however, I noticed that the gap in her robe seemed to have widened just a little as she continued ironing. I could now see just a small portion of one of her breasts, a bit of cleavage that was suddenly showing itself as she stood there moving the iron back and forth over her blouse.

"You know I don't necessarily condone what the two of you have been doing either, but I'm also not foolish enough to think I'll convince either one of you to refrain from doing any of that either. I know...I was your age once, so I've been there, done that. Made a few mistakes myself along the way. Frankly, I married one. Though don't get me wrong, I don't regret having the kids we had together, not for a moment. But we had sex way too early, which resulted in our getting married early, which of course is when Teresa came along."

I'd always known that Teresa's mom was young when she had her, right around eighteen or nineteen herself when she was born. Which accounted for the fact that Darlene didn't look anywhere's near her age either. Mature yes, but attractively so, which was becoming more and more apparent as she ironed. I was now catching glimpses of a well rounded portion of her left breast as it periodically made an appearance as her arm moved back and forth over the blouse she was ironing. She finished that one, hung it up, and leaned over to grab another. Sure enough, this time her entire boob fell out. She noticed it though, quickly adjusting things before standing up once again, new blouse in hand. Her robe once more, more appropriately gathered together. Obviously she had finally realized how close she was to unknowingly revealing her entire self. She went back to ironing as I sipped on my drink. Once more waiting on her as she continued.

"Like I was saying...once you've partaken of the forbidden fruit, it's ludicrous to think that you won't be partaking of it again. Which is why I feel it's necessary to put my foot down on the issue of the two of you actually engaging in intercourse. At least if I stop that from happening, you won't be tempted in that way."

I opened my mouth, intending to speak, but thought better of it. Especially as I noticed her robe had seemingly parted all on its own again. Only this time, even more so than it had been. Now I was seeing the entire side of her left breast, as well as the gentle full under slope of it as she stood ironing. I knew I was only millimeters away from seeing an exposed nipple, and found myself holding my breath rather than speaking.

"How is it anyway?" She then asked, catching me off guard, taking me by surprise at her bold question.

"Ah...what? Sorry," I said in questioning. Wondering if I had heard her right.

"You know...oral sex with my daughter. Do you enjoy it with her? Do you enjoy doing that to her?" She boldly and frankly asked me flat out, once again just holding onto the iron looking directly at me. Though to make things worse perhaps, her left breast was now entirely exposed, nipple and all as it literally poked out through the opening of her robe, which had parted considerably, gaping almost completely open. "The reason I'm asking you that, and again speaking as one adult to another, is I'm trying to understand the fascination here, the temptation as it were. And if in the two of you engaging in an activity like that, that it will be good enough. Or will you grow tired of it, and demand more from her? More than what she's willing to give you, given the circumstances."

I was still staring at her exposed tit, forcing my eyes away from it, looking up into hers. Only then did she look down, realizing she was exposed, and nonchalantly tucking her boob back into her robe once again. But beyond that, she said nothing about it, nor apologize, or act embarrassed upon the discovery.

"Well?"

I could really feel the sweat now, not only down my back, but on my forehead too. "Yeah, I do. We do...we both do," I said stammering somewhat, more than a little flustered here for obvious reasons.

"Then explain it to me," she said taking a much larger pull on her beer before sitting it down again.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Remember, we're being adults, talking frankly with one another, so don't be so timid or shy. Hell Rick, you just saw my bare breast, so you must know I'm not exactly a prude, but I'll be the first to admit, I'm probably not as knowledgeable as my own daughter is in certain areas. All I'm trying to do here, is gain a better understanding of things. Frankly, oral sex...wasn't part of our marriage," she openly admitted. "In all the years that Michael and I were married, never once did he ever put his mouth on me, so I have no idea what that's even like."

"Holy shit, really?"

"Yes...really. And I only gave him a blowjob, I guess you call it, a handful of times. Not that he didn't like it, because he did. But he struggled with liking it for some damned reason, possibly because he knew I was expecting some sort of similar back from him, which like I said, he never did. So...again, I'm asking partially out of curiosity, yes. What's so special about it for one thing I suppose, but again...is it special enough that you think, or even that Teresa might think, it will be good enough without going on to anything else. And what about masturbation? I know she told me that the two of you enjoyed doing that for one another too. I just find it hard to accept that the two of you could also be content to just sit and masturbate one another without wanting to take everything further."

My head was swimming here. Almost too much frankness in a way, especially coming from Teresa's mother. And especially as she continued ironing again, and as her robe once again parted, her breast playing peek-a-boob with me once more.

"Now, like I was saying, and asking. There is a reason for my bluntness here with you. I really am trying to understand better here. So let's quit skirting around the issue, and be open and frank with one another...again like adults, ok?"

"Ok," I said softly, still feeling a bit shaken, totally off guard, confused...even frightened in a way, and admittedly aroused, which was making it even worse. Up until now, I hadn't really given much thought to just how attractive Teresa's mother really was. They had similar shaped and sized breasts, that much I had learned. Darlene's nipples seemed to be slightly larger in diameter, and perhaps slightly darker in color too. Teresa's were more of a dark tan, where as Darlene's were a slightly darker color, more like a chocolate, which had a very interesting appeal to them, especially as hard as her nipples obviously were, though I had in fact only really seen one of them.

"Good...I'm glad to hear you say that," she said finishing off her beer setting it off to one side. Though watching her as she turned, her robe now parted completely, the sash coming undone. I caught the briefest glimpse of a dark triangle of hair down between her legs, though she again caught her robe, reaching back, grabbing the tie, though only loosely wrapping it around itself once more before turning back towards me. "So as I was saying Rick, do you actually enjoy doing that to her? You know...actually licking her? Sticking your tongue inside my daughter's pussy? Or are you only doing that in an attempt to get her aroused, excited and thus wanting to do more with you than just that."

Now I truly was uncomfortable. And not because of this conversation we were obviously having either. I was hard as a fucking rock, and thus sitting here, with my prick now cramped and aching like hell, was making it even worse for me.

"No, I like doing it for her...to her," I finally managed to answer. "I like making her feel good."

"So she does enjoy it then."

"I think so yes...I mean, she does come."

Darlene raised her eyebrows at that one. "So you're saying she has an orgasm while you're doing that?"

"Yes."

She fell silent for a moment as though trying to visualize that, reaching over, hanging up another ironed blouse, once again bending over towards the basket to retrieve another. I couldn't help it, my eyes followed. Sure enough, the robe parting, billowing as she stood. Placing the wrinkled blouse on the board, though she appeared to still be thinking, not yet reaching for the iron. Her right breast this time fully exposed as she stood there.

"So you don't mind the way she tastes? That doesn't bother you? You don't find that repulsive or anything?"

I swallowed, swallowed hard, reached for my now empty beer.

"Why don't you grab us each another one," she said seeing me doing that. "And when you come back, I expect you to answer my question."

The problem was, the moment I stood up to do that, I knew I'd most likely embarrass myself. Good hell, I had a fucking hard on, and there was no way in hell she wasn't going to not see that. She held out her empty to me to throw away. I had no choice now, figuring that maybe if I moved fast enough, quickly enough, she wouldn't notice. I stood, grabbing my empty, and then hers, and then walking as quickly as I could back into the kitchen again, taking time to adjust myself as best as I could before grabbing two more beers for us. There were two more remaining, and somehow I knew before the night was over, we'd have gone through the entire six-pack. I took a deep breath, looked down checking myself. I was still obviously hard, and there was still a bit of a bulge, but at least it wasn't quite as noticeable as it had been the first time. I came back into the room, handing her, her beer. Her breast once more carefully tucked away. But I saw her eyes, took note of the fact that they immediately looked down in the direction of my crotch. "Holy fucking shit! She HAD seen!" I thought to myself, which she confirmed seconds later.

"Obviously you are aroused thinking about that," she began confirming my own suspicions. "I couldn't help but notice," she actually grinned just a little. "I can see and understand to some degree why you would be, and while admittedly I am too, just a little. It's hard not to be," She said chuckling at the unintended reference to my hard stiff cock. "Admittedly Rick, it has been a while for me obviously, as I'm sure you must know. I'm certainly no prude either, I'm just like everyone else in that regard as well. I have desires, fantasies, thoughts, just like everyone else. But I do what I can to control them, work through them, and with them. Do I masturbate? Certainly, I am after all only human...just like the two of you. And am I tempted from time to time? To go out, be with a man again? Of course I am. But I have learned to control those desires, put them off...and in some ways, ignore them."

"Glad you can," I said aloud, not really meaning to perhaps, but I did. "I sure as hell know I couldn't!"

Her eyes grew wide upon hearing that. Her smile taking on an almost sinister appearance as she nodded her head at me. "And that dear boy...is my point. I'm not sure I can trust you not trying to pressure Teresa into having sex with you eventually, even though she has herself promised me she wouldn't. But...you still haven't answered my other question either. So before we take this any further, I'd still like to hear what it is you have to say about the other."

On the one hand, I wanted to stand up and bolt out the door. On the other, I was eerily aroused at this point, strangely enough, finding this whole conversation bizarre yes, but erotically arousing too. I decided to remain, see what else was going to come out of this, and where this all was eventually headed. One thing was for sure, Teresa was going to get an earful when we next spoke again.

"Sweet. She tastes sweet. I like licking her pussy. I get as much pleasure in doing that for her, as I think she gets from my doing that to her."

It was at that very moment I decided to fight fire with fire. If it had been, or was Darlene's intent to throw me off, embarrass me, or chase me away, by trying to intimidate me, or scare me, she was about to find out otherwise. If anything, it was now time to turn the tables on her to some degree perhaps. Maybe now it was time to shock her, put her back onto the balls of her feet, get her to back off...accept things the way they were, and allow the two of us to make our own decisions. Though I was still pretty sure that sexual intercourse with Teresa was a long way off. Maybe not until she actually graduated...but a long ways off yet, yes.

**Things heat up, in more ways than one.**

"So you DO like doing it then. You're not just going through the motions, doing something just to get your own way with her."

"Yes, I like it. I enjoy going down on her, licking her pussy, especially sucking her clit."

Yeah, maybe it was more than I should have said, or what I should have been telling her, sharing with her, but like I said, this was becoming a war of sorts, in a way. Though I was now wondering, asking myself if I had gone too far, especially by the look on her face. The fact she too now had to be flustered became obvious as she bent over once more reaching into the rapidly dwindling pile of skirts and blouses in her laundry basket. One hand reaching, the other as I saw actually slipping down through the folds of her robe, somewhere between her legs though she had turned slightly, as though trying to conceal the fact. She brought up a black skirt to iron, only then realizing, she hadn't ironed the still wrinkled blouse she had placed there earlier as yet.

"Oh," she chuckled realizing her mistake, tossing the skirt back towards the basket. "I guess I'm getting ahead of myself here just a little now aren't I?" Her robe was completely open again. I could see the half moons of both breasts now threatening to spill out as she stood there beginning to iron the blouse. "She did tell me she enjoyed doing that to you too," Darlene now spoke. "So I suppose you probably do as well then. Just hard for me to imagine it I guess, never having felt that myself. Though like I said...the few times I sucked Michaels cock, I did enjoy it, found it arousing, so I guess knowing that much first hand, it doesn't surprise me that Teresa would too. And she did say, you are pretty well built. And by the looks of what I saw when you stood up, that much is clearly obvious. Michael wasn't all that big...smaller from most from what I've since learned, though his prick, and one other are the only two I have ever seen." She paused then looking at me. "No, I wasn't a virgin when Michael and I married if that's what you're wondering. Which is another reason I don't want Teresa making the same mistakes I did. And which is why the two of us are sitting here having this conversation so we can better understand one another, and where we're both coming from."

Darlene sat the iron off to one side, picked up her beer again, draining half of it. Looking at me.

"I don't think she's making a mistake being with me. And I certainly don't think I'm making any mistakes in wanting to be with her either," I finally commented, now drinking down almost as much beer as she had, waiting for her to respond back to that one. Which she did, but certainly not in the way I would have imagined.

"Ok, then help to convince me this isn't, that it won't be. And maybe I'll relax, lighten up just a little," she said once again taking me by surprise to some extent, hearing her backing off...retreating just a little. Maybe the idea of having this conversation wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. One thing was for sure, it had certainly been damn interesting.

She stepped around from the ironing board. And as she did, she completely undid the sash on her robe, letting it fall behind her. Her robe now completely parting, opening again, though she then helped in further revealing her entire self by putting her arms back behind her, still stepping forward until she stood no more than a foot away from me there on the couch.

"I want you to have a look, a good look. I'm pretty sure that Teresa and I share the same genes. We're built similarly alike, I know...because I've certainly seen my own daughter, so I do know. And so I am also equally sure that this is pretty much how she'll look like when she's my age. So I'm asking you Rick, will you still be content with that? If the two of you ever do get married? Will you be content to be with one woman the rest of your life, someone that most likely will look very similar to the way I look? Do you find me attractive? At my age? Will you still find Teresa attractive, at my age?" She asked standing there revealing herself fully and completely towards me. My mouth had gone dry, I couldn't find any spit, reaching for my beer, knocking it over. Luckily the bottle didn't break, but the contents were pouring all over the carpeting. I reached for it. "No! Leave it! Answer the question!"

If I thought I was prepared to fight this particular battle with her, I was wrong. I was definitely in retreat mode here. Unsure of what to say, or do for that matter. Almost frozen in place, in shock to some degree. But admittedly, looking at her, so brazenly standing as she was, demanding an answer, I finally gave her one.

"Yes!" You're both...both beautiful," I heard myself saying, meaning it perhaps...honestly. I could see Teresa looking like this in a few years. Very sexy, very attractive, very alluring. Darlene stood nodding her head at me, reaching around now, grabbing her sash, closing her robe, securing it.

"Show me your dick." She said.

"What?" I felt a river of sudden goose bumps race up and down my entire body. I became light headed as well, wondering if the beer I'd so quickly consumed hadn't added to the almost freaky atmosphere and situation I now found myself sitting in.

"Well for one thing. I know that the two of you will end up discussing part of this anyway. But I think that there are certain aspects of our discussion that best remain between the two of us, if you get my meaning."

I got it perfectly, though I still had no clue as to what the purpose of me showing her my dick was about.

"Ok, I get that...but why, why ah...fuck," I said actually saying the word, blushing upon realizing I had, though she didn't comment on that, so I stammered, and continued on. "Why is it that you want to see MY dick?" I finally blurted out.

"Two reasons," she said calmly enough. "I know if you do, then you won't dare run off and tell her about most of this, which I think should remain just between you and I. So by showing me your cock, it gives me assurance that you won't. Obviously, if you do...then I'd have some sort of reprisal against you for using any of this against me."

It made sense in a way...maybe, but even then, I wasn't at all comfortable by this strange twist of circumstance and reasoning. "And the other?" I found myself actually asking her, to which she smiled just a little, the seriousness in her face softening.

"Obviously, you're a bit bigger than either of the two men I've ever been with ever were. So I'm obviously just curious, curious to see, admittedly. But there's another reason behind that too, I want to reassure myself, that when and if the time does come, Teresa will be prepared to handle it. I may be inexperienced with a larger man's size, girth, length...that sort of thing. But I told you earlier, I do masturbate, and so I do have knowledge of what it takes to handle something considerably larger," she now told me. "So, since you've obviously seen me...only fair that I now see you, and put things back on an even keel between us."

I couldn't believe that I actually did it. But I suddenly found myself reaching down, unbuttoning my jeans, and unzipping my fly.

**And then it got even weirder**

I guess I should have known better. I was only asking for trouble here I suppose. But when you're eighteen, sitting there with a hard on, you're not thinking very clearly. I know now I certainly wasn't. It had been my intent, to unzip, fish it out, show her...and stick it back in again. Needless to say, that didn't happen.

"No!" She exclaimed the moment I made any movement in doing just that. "Not so fast, I want to see it, get a good look...same way you did with me," she said freezing me in place. "So...all the way, pants down around your ankles Rick, so I can look at you closely."

She then sat down next to me there on the couch, just looking at first, peering over at me. I honestly think I had my eyes closed, because I remember them flying open seconds later when I felt her hand suddenly wrap itself around me. I think in hindsight, I might have bolted from the seat, and perhaps should have. But with my jeans down around my ankles at the moment, I wouldn't have gone too far or very fast before falling over onto my face.

"Relax, like I told you...I just want to see, feel...get an idea," she said calmly enough, calming me, though my heart at this point was beating about a thousand miles an hour here. "You are pretty big. Certainly bigger than either Frank or Michael," she told me. "And definitely harder too," she added as she suddenly stroked her hand up and down my shaft. God help me...it felt good when she did that. And then suddenly her robe was open again. Her beautiful tits sitting there staring me in the face practically, though I now caught movement of her other hand as it disappeared down between her own legs. I sat there in a state of disbelief and shock. She was actually fingering herself, all the while still stroking me. Yeah, I still should have stood up, regardless of my pants down around my ankles and gotten the hell out of there. But I didn't...I couldn't. I was plain and simply mesmerized by what I was seeing, by what was happening. Teresa was the farthest thing from my mind at the moment.

Darlene was firmly stroking my cock now, up and down, squeezing the head, capturing the significant amount of pre-cum fuck juice that dribbled out of the tip. She then used that to further smear around the head of my dick, pleasuring it, pleasuring me. Thoughts racing away inside my head, knowing this was wrong, way wrong...but knowing even as I asked myself that, it was already too late. I could feel the delicious sensations of my impending release only seconds away now as her lovely delicate hand continued to manipulate my cock. Her own hand, still working her own slit, the sounds of her free flowing juices easily heard, along with my own. She worked my cock, making it squish, slick with her efforts, the tingling of my balls now tightening.

"Come with me," she then spoke. "Come for me...while I do," she gasped audibly, deeply, groaning now as this wail of pure unadulterated delight suddenly filled the air. Just as the semen from my cock began doing, as I spurted over, and over again. Fountains of my cream skyrocketing upwards from the head of my cock, landing everywhere, splashing against her, me...so much of it that it took us both by surprise. Only when she had fully and completely milked out every bit of my orgasmic release that she could, did she finally remove her hand. And then surprised me once more, as she began licking, and tasting her fingers. "Always wondered what that would taste like, now I know," she grinned, still licking sucking them off. "At least now I can understand better why Teresa doesn't mind doing this for you."

"Fuck...Teresa!" It was like getting punched in the face with a sledgehammer. "I...I...I need to get going," I stammered once again, this time standing up, grabbing my jeans, pulling them up as I did, stuffing my now very spent cock back inside them again as Darlene now stood as well, though not moving away from me. I felt her taking my hand in hers, lifting it.

"Not before you make me a promise," she said seriously.

"Ok, I promise!" I said not even knowing what I promising to do here when I said it. She laughed.

"I mean it," she said, lifting my hand with hers, now placing it on her bare breast, clasping it, holding it there, though I didn't dare take it away either. "Fuck...now I was touching her mother's tit no less!" I thought. "I know you and Teresa will talk about this...some of this anyway, but promise me that certain things we discussed and shared here will remain between us...for obvious reasons."

"I promise!" I blurted out again, shaking like a leaf now, starting to step back, though she held me firmly against her, her hand still over mine, still holding it against her breast as I felt her squeeze it, and thus forcing me to squeeze her tit in the process.

"And..."

"And?"

"Promise me something else too," she said holding me against her.

"What?" I said shaking, totally expecting Teresa to come walking in through the door any moment now, with my luck, even though she wouldn't be getting off work for at least another hour yet.

"Promise me that if you ever feel like you can't honor my request, Teresa's promise...that you'll come to me instead then."

"What?"

"You heard what I said. If what the two of you are doing, no longer is enough, if you can't avoid temptation, then come to me instead. You can fuck me, as often as you want, wherever you want...just not her!"

She let me go then, stepping back, as I did. As though two magnets now facing one another the wrong way.

"You're...you're serious?"

"Very," she said speaking so. "Or anything else for that matter too," she then added. "And it will remain just between us, I promise you that too," she added. "As long as you never fuck my daughter."

I stood there like one of those waggle dog dolls in the window of the car, just shaking my head, though my whole entire body was still shaking too as I left the house. She stood just inside the door, her robe still open as she called out to me one last time.

"Remember Rick, mum's the word."

Now where had I heard that one before?

*Anxiety in spades*

Needless to say I didn't sleep much that night. Tossing and turning in bed. I still couldn't believe what had happened, or why it had happened. Replaying it over and over in my mind, trying to sort it all out, reason it all out. Justify it where I could. In the end, I couldn't of course, all I could do was accept it, and vow to never let it happen again. Never put myself in a position where it could. But more importantly, never ever tell Teresa everything either. Sure, I knew we'd discuss what it was that her mother and I supposedly did talk about. But I was going to let it be very generic, hopefully keep it down to what I hoped was a very similar conversation she'd had with her, mostly about the two of us just not having intercourse. And hope I'd get away with that.

I was lucky enough at school too, normally picking her up to take her to school, she had gone in earlier to help out with the set decorations that were being made for graduation before school started. So it meant not seeing or being with her until lunchtime at least. Even then I was dreading the questions that would most certainly come.

We met outside her locker just as we always did. I smiled, kissing her, just like I always did, trying to maintain, keep it as natural as possible. Succeeding at it too, though she was anxious and excited to hear all the details. (Yeah right). "Come on...let's go out to your car," she said anxiously, excitedly...wanting to hear what it was we'd discussed.

"Ok, but I don't have as long today as I usually do either," I announced, which thankfully I didn't. As part of the choir, we had an early practice, and a long one, which we'd all agreed to do, giving up part of lunch in order to get started.

We'd barely gotten inside the car when she kissed me again, even putting my hand on her breast while we kissed.

"I've missed you!" She said.

"Missed you too," I answered back, though I had.and did. But I was of course feeling guilty as hell too!

"So? How'd it go? What did the two of you discuss anyway?"

"Pretty much what I am sure the two of you did," I said trying to hedge my bet here.

"I doubt that," she giggled, actually blushing a little. "Our talk got pretty hard core in a sense, but I told you it had."

Now I was blushing, or so it felt like anyway. "Yeah, I'm sure ours wasn't anything like that. We just mostly talked about plans for the future, yours and mine. Her concerns, your promises, you know...stuff like that."

Teresa sat back, looking at me.

"What?"

"Mom said it was a bit more than that, but she'd let you be the one to tell me. Said you did discuss oral sex, our masturbation sessions, stuff like that, and said that you'd agreed not to pursue having intercourse with me."

"Yeah, that too," I quickly added. "Promised her I wouldn't try and convince you otherwise."

"So you won't then?"

"No...I won't. Promised her, and am promising you the same thing."

"What did you tell her about the other stuff? I know she's not very experienced about any of that, which is really too bad. But she said you got pretty specific with regards to why you liked it, what it felt like when I went down on you, and how good it felt. Did you two really discuss that?" She asked.

"Well yeah...I ah...yeah, I did. What can I say? I do like it. I like what you do to me, how it feels, so yeah...I told her."

Teresa grinned. "Sure we don't have time enough?" She said reaching over undoing the button on my jeans, unzipping them and reaching in. I was as flaccid as they come.

"Maybe not," I said trying to smile, seeing the disappointment in her eyes. Maybe later? This evening?" I asked, hoping.

"I don't know," she said scooting back over to her side of the car. "Mom's schedule has changed, she has the early shift now. She'll be home most of the evenings around eight. And with Sara now aware of that, not much chance for keeping her out of our hair when mom's not home. Sucks in a way doesn't it?"

"Oh yeah...big time," I agreed, wondering why Darlene hadn't bothered to mention that to me.

"Guess we'll just have to make do, do what we can, when we can," Teresa told me, still obviously disappointed. "Maybe we can manage a few things, even when she's home," Teresa suggested, though how that would even be possible, I had no idea.

"Oh yeah? How are we going to manage that?" I found myself asking.

"Well, believe it or not, mom did say that she knew this was apt to put a cramp in our love-life, with her being home more often than she has been. But she also said, she'd maybe try and be a bit more tolerant, give us some alone time...out back, on the couch from time to time."

"She did?"

"Yeah, she did!" Teresa grinned. "Isn't that wild!"

"You have no idea," I thought, simply smiling back at her.

**We are not alone**

As it turned out, it wasn't until the next night that I came over, and as expected, Sara was her usual pest self, not leaving the two of us alone long enough to even think of doing anything, let alone doing it. And then sure enough, we heard Darlene's car pulling into the drive right around eight o'clock. She greeted us both in her usual friendly way, with no subtle hints or anything else towards me, easing my mind just a little at least. By nine, she had shooed Sara off to bed, giving us a surprising wink when she did, actually nodding her head in the direction of the back yard.

"Come on!" Teresa said taking my hand.

"Shit, you sure about this? About your mom?"

"You saw...same as I did. She all but gave us her blessing!" Teresa said. She stopped short of the door though, sending me out ahead of her. "I'll be right there," she said, and then turned back running back into the house. I walked out into the garage, through the door, and took a seat on the old familiar couch. Seconds ticking by when I heard the back door to the house open and close, and then moments later Teresa as she finally came outside to join me. She was wearing my favorite sweater again. The magic one. And finally, I began feeling a whole lot better about things.

"She say anything to you?" I found myself asking.

"Yeah, she actually said to have fun, told us not to worry about anything, or about Rob barging in on us either. He's still out with his friends, and not expected home for a while yet. Said she'd give us an hour to have fun and enjoy ourselves before I have to go back inside."

"Seriously."

"Yeah, seriously. Now, get your pants off. And then you can suck my tits for a bit!"

I did so, still nervous, but soon forgot all about anything else as I contentedly began nursing on Teresa's beautiful tits, her hand pleasurably stroking and working my cock as I did so. When I got close, I sat up as I usually did, Teresa now treating me to a wonderful finish as she leaned over, engulfing my cock with her mouth, sucking it now fully instead. I leaned back, enjoying it, basking in the pleasure she was giving me. I noticed something however. "Movement? Was that the curtain in her mother's bedroom I just saw move?" I asked myself. I looked without looking. Sure enough, seconds later, I saw it part a bit more fully, though the lights were certainly off inside her mother's bedroom. I knew then we were being watched. I didn't dare tell her that, not sure why I felt I couldn't, or shouldn't. But I didn't. I sat filling Teresa's mouth with my cream, knowing full well as I did, that Darlene was watching us every single moment.

Afterwards, as Teresa sat up again, her tits still showing, her sweater pulled up over the top of them just enough, she leaned back in the couch, now slipping off the pair of shorts she was wearing, sans panties of course. Spreading herself. "Oh baby, I am so fucking horny! Come on...eat me baby, suck my cunt!"

I knew even as I knelt down there on the ground in front of her, that Darlene would be watching me do that. Watching me eating out her daughter's pussy from the very beginning. Oddly enough, I was actually excited by that.

"Well Darlene, if you really want to see it...then be my guest," I said to myself as I knelt down between Teresa's widely spread legs, even pushing her back on the couch more than usual, holding her legs in the air with my hands as I lowered my face into her free-flowing succulent juices, and then tongue-fucked her, clit sucked her, into one hell of a tremendous orgasm. By the time I was done, sat up, and sneakily looked over towards the window, the curtains were closed again. I wondered for how long she had watched us. Wondering even then if she wasn't at that very moment, laying in bed...masturbating, and pleasuring herself.

**Catch 22**

Talk about Murphy's Law. It was as though fate was suddenly against us. My car broke down, and it would be weeks before I could earn enough money to get it fixed. So...there is sat. I was even forced into having to take the bus into work, which meant I had to leave earlier than usual in order to get there on time. Not to mention the extra time it took getting home again afterwards. Which put me getting home way late at night, unable to sneak a quick drive by to see Teresa.

And then to make matters worse. Dad got a new job, so mom quit hers in order to stay home again for a while. So coming over to my place after school for even an hour like we used to do, was also out of the question now too.

We literally had no place to really go, except her place, as she had to be there to look after her younger sister until her mother got home at night. All we could do and hope for on those nights when Teresa wasn't working, and I wasn't...was that she'd give us another wink, sending us sprinting off into the back yard once again. Except for the fact, for nearly two weeks, she didn't do that.

If anything, Darlene for whatever reason allowed Sara to stay up longer than normal. And didn't even make any attempt to keep her occupied, or from bugging us. We groped when we could of course, but it just wasn't the same. And even Darlene tended to hover about and around us whenever Sara wasn't. Watching TV with us most of the time, joking and laughing of course, but never once letting us know she was ok with us going out back together again.

"I'm going nuts," I told Teresa one evening just before walking home. "I thought you said your mom was ok with us doing stuff once in a while."

"Yeah, me too. Maybe this is what she meant by once in a while though. Let me talk to her, see what I can find out. Maybe she's had a change of mind about it or something," Teresa said.

"Or something," I said to myself as I walked home that evening. With our jobs and schedules, our next best opportunity would be Saturday night. Although Teresa worked, she was supposed to get off around four or five. The plan was for me to come over then. We usually watched TV for a bit, but it was hoped that maybe tonight, we'd find some private time to be together. Especially as Teresa had informed me that Sara had a sleep over that night, and wouldn't be home. Rob was going to a concert, so he'd be out of the way too. And though Darlene would be home, it was hoped with some persuasion from Teresa, her mom would give us the go ahead once more to have some fun. Especially as there really was no reason not to. And either way, we were going to do something. Even Teresa said that. Even if we walked down to the school and hid out beneath the bleachers or something. We were one way or the other, going to get one another off. Period.

I was actually hoping for the bleachers.

But, as we'd planned and agreed upon, I arrived at her place right around five o'clock. Teresa wasn't home yet, but Darlene invited me inside in order to wait for her.

"She called earlier, said she was running a bit later. Something about one of the girls calling in sick or something," Darlene told me. "Told me to tell you to stick around. That she'd be here as soon as she can. Can I get you something to drink? Would you like a beer perhaps?"

It all seemed too vaguely familiar. "Ah, no thanks. I'll just sit and watch some TV until Teresa gets here," I answered her.

"Ok, shoot yourself," she smiled. "I'm going to go in and take a nice long bath anyway, so if you still want that beer, help yourself."

Seconds later I heard her as she turned the water on in the tub, letting it run, though the door was obviously open. I then saw her as she turned the corner in the hallway heading back towards her bedroom. She was now wearing the same bathrobe I had seen her in before. I quickly averted my gaze back to the TV, not wanting her to catch me looking at her...remembering or anything. Which is also when the phone rang. She had an extension in her room however, which she answered. I could hear her talking, but couldn't make out who she was talking to, or what was being said. She soon after hung up, and came back out into the hall heading towards me.

"That was Teresa. She said they're still having problems locating another girl to come in and take over her shift. Told me to tell you...not to go anywhere, and that she'll be home just as quickly as she can make it."

"Ok," I said, frustrated, but prepared to settle in and actually get interested on whatever the hell program that was on I'd been sort of watching.

"Do me a favor though if you would please," Darlene said as she reached the end of the hall before turning, heading into the bathroom. "Would you mind pouring me a glass of wine and bringing it into me? And if you'd like...feel free to pour one for yourself too," she added. And then before I could respond to that, she disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Already I was beginning to wonder. But already reminding myself that I wasn't about to let anything happen again either. I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice as I headed off to pour her, her wine. And then poured myself one as an afterthought, though leaving it in the front room table as I then went down the hallway, stopping at the closed door, knocking.

"Here's your wine...Darlene," I said, thinking her not yet in the tub, waiting for me to hand it to her. Silly me.

"Come in, bring it over to me," she said instead. I opened the door, sure enough, she was already sitting in the tub, though thank god there was tons of bubbles. She was taking a bubble bath, so at least she was decently covered as I walked over, standing there holding out her glass to her.

"Didn't you get one for yourself?" She asked.

"Yeah, it's back in the TV room," I announced.

"Well then, go get it, bring it back with you. Might as well use the time to have another chat while we have the chance."

"Another chat?" I asked.

"Yeah, there's something else I think we need to talk about," she smiled taking a sip of her wine. "So...hurry back. We certainly wouldn't want Teresa coming home and finding you in here with me now would we?"

Once again, against my better judgment perhaps, I ran back, grabbed my wine. But...figuring she was right about that at least, and so that made it reasonably safe enough by my way of thinking, that she wasn't about to suggest anything. Not with Teresa's coming home any time now at least. So maybe all she did want to do was have another chat. "About what though?" I wondered as I reentered the room taking a seat on the toilet next to the tub.

"I guess you know I was watching the two of you the other night," she began sitting up just a bit, just enough that the upper slopes of her breasts broke through the suds, not enough to reveal her dark nipples yet...but damn fucking close. Once again, I tried to avert my eyes, looking into her eyes instead.

"Figured you might have. Thought I saw the curtains open and then close later on."

"Yeah, it was certainly interesting," she said sitting up a bit more, taking another sip of her wine, though this time a bit spilled, dropping between her breasts as she realized it, sitting up even more still. Her breasts of course, now coming up through the suds like a submarine surfacing through the icecaps. "Oops!" She giggled, actually reaching down, lifting one of her breasts, attempting to lick off the wine. "Damn, can't quite reach it, would you like to?" She asked actually offering me her breast to lick off.

"Ah no...thanks," I said worried now.

She let go of her breast, though they remained revealed as she sat back closing her eyes. "Yes, I can almost still see it, see you two out there together. Quite a show you put on. And obviously, one you were putting on for me...weren't you?" She pointedly asked, once again opening her eyes staring me down. "And don't try denying it. It was quite obvious, especially the way you spread her, bent her over almost double so I could clearly see what you were doing to my daughter's cunt. Even she looked surprised by that when you did it...though obviously pleased."

I neither denied, nor confirmed it. Taking the third option by remaining silent, though silently chastising myself now for having done that. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea after all. What the hell was I thinking?

"Obviously, it worked. You got me very, very aroused watching you do that. I suppose you also know, I was standing there masturbating myself, watching the two of you, until I couldn't stand up any more. Had to lay down...and then use this," she said. Hidden beneath the bubbles, there in the tub with her, she suddenly brought up her hand. Within its grasp, she held a life-like rather large looking flexible dildo. "I'm pretty sure it's close to the size you are," she added. "Maybe just a titch bigger is all, but pretty close." She then lowered her hand again, though I noticed as she did, she seemed to be inserting it inside herself, right there in front of me.

"Ah...maybe I should leave you alone now," I suggested, actually standing.

"No Rick...you're not. You're not going anywhere. We haven't finished our little chat yet. I still have a few things I need to discuss with you. New things..."

"New things? Like what?"

"Being honest with me for one. Come on, admit it...you intentionally did that knowing full well I was watching you, didn't you?"

"Ok, maybe I did...but I'm actually sorry I did it now," I told her, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck beginning to stand up. I didn't like the way any of this was going now.

"Well at least you are now being honest with me," she said smiling. "So...I'll be honest with you too. I haven't been very good about giving the two of you any more private time now have I? Since then I mean?"

"No...not really. Not like we thought you would anyway."

"Shame on me," she said smiling once again, though the water was starting to swish back and forth in the tub just a little, proving to me now that she was in fact fucking herself with the flexible dildo as we talked. "And shame on you for making me horny...wondering what it would be like to feel that, to experience that...the way you were eating her. Eating my daughter's pussy."

Once again, I wanted to bolt, to flee...to run off into the night and try and explain it all to Teresa later, if I could. But for some reason, I couldn't. And I knew damn well, that the moment I even tried, Darlene would come up and out of that fucking tub, suds and all clinging to her, and somehow, someway keep me from leaving the house until I'd heard her out. I wasn't going anywhere. And we both knew it.

"What is it that you want from me Darlene?" I asked already fearful of the answer.

"Pretty much the same thing you want with Teresa," she answered. "More time alone obviously, which I can give you, and will give you...provided you're willing to do something for me too. After all, you've already teased me with it...cruelly I might add if you think about it. So...you're going to make it up to me Rick. I'm not asking for all that much here you know. Just the knowledge, the experience of actually feeling what it's like. Just once at least. Do that for me, and I'll start working with the two of you, making sure you have more time to be alone together."

"And what if I don't?" I had to ask.

Suddenly the water quit moving, as she sat up once again. "Well, a couple of things actually. One...I'll see to it that the two of you never have a moment alone again, at least not while I'm around. Sure...I know that in a few weeks you'll probably have the money to get your car fixed. So you can always drive off somewhere, risk getting picked up by some cop for indecent exposure or something. And I sure as hell won't bail either one of you out if you are caught either. But that's beside the point. Let's just say you do that anyway, chancing the risk. Well, then that would leave me only one other option."

I was furious, now being actually threatened here. But I didn't dare say or do anything, but listen...wait her out, hear what else it was that she had to say. Though I now drained my wine in one gulp, steeling myself for this.

"You have a very, very cute...and interesting little mole on your right testical," she said letting the implication sit. "But I also have a pretty good eye for detail too. I think I could pretty accurately describe your hard cock, how big it is, the shape and size of your head, the way one vein seems to stick off to the left side the way it does. Accurate enough, to describe it in its obvious turgid state. Oh...and see that blue robe over there, hanging behind the door?" I looked, the same one I was familiar with yes. "Well, that's one of three I have. Happened to love that style and color of bathrobe. The one I was wearing that night? The one you managed to squirt all over?" She smiled. "Well, that one I have safely tucked away...with lots and lots and lots of your DNA all over it. Just in case I might ever need it to protect myself with."

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I could hardly talk, hardly breathe.

"You wouldn't dare..."

"Tell Teresa? No...probably not. But I would certainly mention it to say...your parents perhaps? Sure, eventually Teresa would probably hear about it, learn about it. But by then I would have concocted enough of a story that she'd believe me over you...trust me on this. Trying to protect her, you know? Not wanting her to find out that you'd actually tried to seduce me."

"Seduce you? Who's trying to seduce who here anyway? And seduce hell! This...fuck, this is nothing more than sheer black mail!"

"Call it whatever you'd like. Either way, you'll lose. Think about it. All I'm asking is that you do this one thing for me. Let me see what it's like, and after that...I promise I won't ask you for anything else ever again. Hell, tell you what, I'll even loan you the money to get your car fixed if you'd like. You can pay me later for it when you can. Though you don't even have to do that if you don't want to."

"Keep your money," I answered. "I'll get it fixed when I can afford to do so myself."

There was a long silent pause then, though I noticed as I sat there, she went back to fucking herself there in the water while I watched.

"So? What's it going to be Rick? Do this one favor for me and then we call it even? Or what?"

"Just this once right? Then we're even? Nothing else? Ever?"

"Not unless you want to, like I told you before. All you have to do is ask. You want to fuck me...then just ask, and I'm all yours, wherever, and whenever you'd like."

I had an answer for that, but I kept it to myself. Now was not the time.

"When?" I said instead. I was now nervous about Teresa coming home for one thing, and didn't want to sit inside the bathroom any longer than I had to.

"How about now?" She asked suddenly standing up, suds running off her body, the fake cock still hanging between her legs.

"No fucking way. Teresa could be home any moment now."

"Oh that. I forgot to tell you, when she called earlier? She actually said that they couldn't get anyone to come in and take over her shift. She won't be home until after midnight. Told me to tell you she was sorry, that she'd call you tomorrow. I told her I'd tell you, and that maybe...just maybe, I'd arrange things so the two of you could have some alone time together. So...we still have several hours yet. Now's as good a time as any, don't you think?"

"Fine!" I said giving in, pissed at myself for doing so, but not really seeing any way out of this. "Where?" I then asked. "Here?"

"No silly. Not here. In the bedroom. And by the way, you'd damn well better make it good too. Make me cum, hard. No half-assed efforts. After all, I saw you in action once already, so I know what you're capable of. You make this good for me, and I'll make it good for you too. Less than a hundred percent...and the deals off. Understood?"

"At best, you're getting ninety percent," I said to myself. "After all, how the hell will you know?" I likewise asked, as I followed her down the hall towards the bedroom.

**Selling my soul**

This is the part where I wish I could say I just followed her into the room, gave her my ninety percent, rolled out from between her legs, and went home.

Unfortunately, that's not what happened.

I honestly believe that Darlene was the pure embodiment of what a Siren truly is. Following her into the room, watching her as she spread out there on her bed, lusciously naked, created a great deal of emotional turmoil for me. Had she been homely or ugly...maybe I could have kept myself from appreciating just how beautifully attractive she really was. And even though my outward demeanor was trying to say one thing, my hard cock was telling me something else. Though for the moment at least, I was trying very hard to ignore it.

"You might as well make yourself comfortable too, I think we're going to be here a while," she informed me in a very sultry sounding voice.

I was already resigned that I was going through with this, so if getting out of my own clothes would hurry up the process, then I was more than willing to do that. In moments I too was naked, though my involuntary arousal greeted Darlene's hungry eyes as she smiled licking her lips.

"Nice to see I have an effect on you," she again purred reaching down between her legs, stroking her own pussy, decadent and obscenely spreading her lips. I could see even now as I crawled up into the bed, preparing to situate myself between her outstretched legs that she was wet. Her juices glistening, the inner pink folds of her pussy winking at me as I steeled myself once more to hurriedly get this over with. So far I had remained silent, vowing not to say any more than I had to. I tentatively stuck out my tongue, running it up that wet glistening furrow of her sex.

She was even sweeter tasting that Teresa was! "Fuck!" I thought, savoring her flavor and aroma, and yet desperately fighting to keep from enjoying it as I continued to lick, likewise probing with my fingers hoping to further stimulate her even more quickly. She reached down, taking my hands in hers however, lifting them up towards her breasts where she helped them to settle.

Her breasts were soft, pliable, and yet firm to the feel as my hands began kneading and caressing them. I could likewise feel the stiff thimble sized nipples pricking the palms of each hand as I glided over them. With a mind of their own, my fingers captured, rolling and pinching each thick nub, sending shivers of delight and renewed arousal coursing through me. I could feel the press of my own stiff cock spearing the cool sheets, the escape of my own lubrications already beginning to saturate the spot where it did. I heard her moan, deeply...throatily, knowing full well that the ministrations of my tongue and lips as I continued to pleasurably assault her cunt was working it's magic.

She was getting the full one hundred percent from me, even though at the moment I hadn't quite realized that yet.

"Oh my god that's heavenly!" She moaned even deeper, her knees bent now, splayed widely off to each side giving me even better access to her pussy as I playfully attacked her clit, sometimes capturing it with my lips, sucking it as though sucking her nipples. My fingers tapped on each of her nipples, then pinched, pulling, adding to her delight and joy. Her moans continuing, head rolling back and forth against the pillow, her ass now coming up to meet the occasional tongue thrusts as I fucked her pussy with it. "I had no idea...no idea!" She kept crying out over and over again.

I hadn't even realized my own transition. Going in, angry, determined, upset, fearful and confused, and still aroused. Now...still determined yes, certainly aroused yes...but finding myself basking in the succulent delight of her pussy. Her juices were flowing, covering my face. Her exquisite breasts still filling my hands sending further signals of additional excitement and arousal down to my own hard stiff cock. I felt her beginning to stiffen, sensed the sudden intake of her breath as she momentarily held it. Once again capturing her hard sweet clit between my lips, I sucked it for all I was worth. I felt her ass once again lift up off the bed, meeting me somewhere in the middle as I held on, still sucking, simultaneously flicking her nub with the tip of my tongue as I imprisoned it. And then she just simply exploded!

It was another first. At least for me, and very possibly for her as well. The abundance of juices flowing from her pussy early on was amazing enough as it was. But I had no clue myself, no idea whatsoever, nor at the time had I heard anything about a woman's ability to squirt the way she suddenly began doing. At first, I honestly thought she was peeing on me, but there was no odor of urine, no foul taste to the sudden gush of liquid that now filled my mouth. Forced to drink, or drown, I did so, a force of wills perhaps as I refused to relinquish the prize of her cunt as I continued to flick her clit with my tongue, somehow drinking and consuming the sweet essence of her climax as she continued to pump, squirt, spurt and saturate the two of us, along with the bed.

I didn't even realize, or comprehend the high pitched squeal of delight that had permeated the entire room for several moments, her rapturous cry suddenly filling my ears as she thrashed wildly about now, forcing me with her own hands to back away from her heated cunt as the super-sensitivity of her ravished clit forced her into doing so.

"Enough! Enough!" She cried out, actually crying now, tears streaming down her face as she collapsed back into the bed, exhausted, her breath coming in quick raspy gulps of air as she fought to regain some semblance of composure.

I actually smiled, licking my lips, running my fingers over my chin wiping away the residue of her spending that still clung to me there.

She finally sat up, almost wild-eyed looking at me. "My god! That was the most amazing experience of my entire life!" And then with that, she pushed me over before I could even respond, her mouth seeking out, and quickly finding my shaft as she enveloped it, sucking and tonguing me. I fought emotionally with that only briefly. Likewise succumbing to the sudden sweet pleasure her mouth and lips were bringing me. Too emotionally drained now myself to fight against it, against her...against myself. And so I lay there, feeling the ecstasy of her returned pleasure.

Perhaps a better word for her was Succubus. Because she certainly did that, moments later drawing my very soul through the end of my cock. Swirling stars and the universe suddenly all about me as I caved into the perverse depravity I had so willingly shared with her.

**After math**

True to her word, Darlene gave the two of us all the alone time we could ever want. And never once did she approach me, hint...or otherwise indicate in any way shape or form that there had been anything between us.

I relaxed, and for a time everything seemed to go back to the way it was, the way it had been just between the two of us. And though the following week was busy with actual graduation on a couple of days away, following the big last dance on Friday, I began to feel the first pangs of guilt and remorse as they began to saturate my subconscious.

Teresa and I of course had long been looking forward to this moment. Not only finally being given our diplomas of course, but looking forward even more so to the last big final dance. As most did, and as I too had done, I had rented a limousine for the evening, which had cost me a pretty penny, and set me back a bit from earning enough money to repair my car with. But as far as I was concerned, it was well worth it. We would go to the dance, and then afterwards be driven to a nice restaurant where many of our friends would likewise be going. Some...had even secured rooms at a local hotel, though doing that was just out of reach with my available finances. Oddly enough however, my parents for whatever reason, had conveniently arranged to be out of town that particular weekend. Though surprised at the too coincidental aspects of that, I nevertheless had every intention of taking advantage of it. As such, I had arranged things before hand, rose petals in the bed, a collection of candles to be lit adding a nice soft warm glow to the room. A place of sensuality and excitement that would be waiting for us after coming back from an extravagant dinner.

The entire evening had been perfect, the thing that dreams were made of. It was a great way to graduate into the world of adulthood. And even when Teresa was finally allowed to enter into my own bedroom after the candles had all been lit, I thought then that maybe...just maybe, we might culminate this very special night together in the most intimate of ways.

I should have known better, I should have quit trying to fool myself, or think Teresa not serious in holding to her promise and commitment to her mother, rather than to me. And more importantly, I perhaps shouldn't have asked it, wanted it...almost, almost...demanded it.

As we had done countless times before, we teased and pleased one another in all the ways we'd ever experienced or allowed ourselves to do. She had in fact climaxed twice now, pleasurably, fully and completely. I had worked myself up, now laying on top of her, kissing her, likewise as we'd done before. And as before, as we'd tempted fate, and ourselves in a way, she'd allowed me the hint of possibilities. My cock languishing in the furrow of her heated place. Her pussy lips sweetly kissing and sucking on the shaft of my cock. I had before masturbated her clit with my prick. Stroking it, rubbing it, sliding up and down against her, which I began doing now. She allowed it of course, trusting in me...in herself. Only the briefest of cautionary words then being spoken.

"Only...this..." she sighed pleasurably, a warning, a reminder to me perhaps, though I persisted. Still rubbing, angling, rubbing, but now bumping the head of my cock at the sweet opening before me.

"Rick, no! You know we can't, that I won't!" She finally admonished me worriedly.

"But I love you Teresa," I spoke. Words I had of course said before, but I meant them, as I meant them now too. But perhaps placing a cost on the worth of them as I hungrily pursued my own selfish desire. But even as I did, I saw images, felt the renewed flame of lustful guilt engulfing me, even to the extent that the image of Teresa's mother now filled my head. I pushed, heard Teresa's cry of alarm. Her hands coming up to forcefully push me off and away from her. I'm not sure I even realized that I had in fact attempted to impale her, but her eyes told me otherwise of course.

"Take me home," she said simply. "Now!"

**Anguish and remorse**

I of course tried several times to call her the following day. But she refused to answer any of my calls. Finally her mother answered.

"Please Darlene, I need to speak to her."

"She doesn't want to talk to you right now," she told me, her tone of voice telling me in an instant that she too was upset with me. "What the hell did you do to her anyway?" She asked. Which told me at least, that Teresa hadn't said much, but the implication of that said enough.

"I...I didn't do anything. She...she stopped me," I finally admitted. "And she had every right to do so...I was stupid!" I blurted out.

"Yes...you were," she said and then hung up the phone on me.

I kept trying to call her for several days, but she repeatedly refused to speak with me. Eventually, all I received was a busy tone, telling me then that either she or her mother had taken the phone off the hook rather than sit there and listen to its insistent ringing. I finally gave up, figuring that perhaps when she cooled down, she'd maybe, hopefully contact me.

It was a full week before she finally did.

Seeing her actually standing there at the door was both a shock as well as relief. "Teresa!" I said pleasantly surprised, grateful, joyful, until I saw the stoned expression on her face. She held out her hand to me.

"Here," she said dropping my high school ring back into the palm of my hand. "I think we need to be a part for a while," she informed me. "I need time to think about us, about any possible future," she then said. "And I can't do that...being with you, not now...not for a while yet, if at all," she then added. "Don't contact me again, or try to reach me. Just leave me alone...give me time. I need time to think about all this." With that, she turned and effectively disappeared from my life.

It was a weird period of time for all of us. The Vietnam conflict was at its height, and though I had in fact gone back to school, I was only doing so part time. And though Teresa even then was still very much in my thoughts, I had since heard through mutual friends, she was in fact seeing, and dating someone. My heart ached, my hopes died...and with that, any hope whatsoever that the two of us would ever be together again.

And then they announced the draft. I remember sitting in front of the TV, watching and listening as they drew out numbers based on a person's birthday. I sat in a state of shock as my number was very early on called. Number 12. I remember mom crying, almost hysterically. Dad on the other hand, encouraging me to enlist, to create my own fate and circumstance rather than having it dictated to me. It seemed like the lesser of two evils at the time. So I did, the very next day, signing up...enlisting in the Navy. I had ninety days before I was expected to report for boot camp. My life and future was once again about to change.

Just two weeks before actually leaving, I received a phone call late one night from Darlene of all people.

"I heard you enlisted," she told me. I felt a sliver of excitement upon hearing that. Obviously Teresa must have heard it from someone as well, had told and informed her mother. I wondered if this might be a bridge to our meeting, seeing one another again. But it wasn't. "Can we meet someplace?" She asked.

Still hopeful, I agreed of course, agreeing to meet her at a local nearby restaurant in a hotel. She was waiting for me in the bar when I came in. Ironically not old enough to drink legally, but old enough to fight and die for my country. She stepped from the bar, taking my hand in hers.

"I have a room," she said simply. "Thought it would be easier to talk there than here in the lobby." I thought nothing of it, following her upstairs to her room. She sat down on the edge of the bed even though there were chairs nearby we could sit on. She patted a spot on the bed with her hand, inviting me over to sit next to her. Though cautious now, I remained curious, even optimistic in a way.

"How's...how's Teresa?" I ventured, though sitting down next to her, not too close, wanting to keep and maintain some distance, now feeling a bit awkward and uncomfortable at being here.

"You need to let her go," she said responding to that. "She's seeing someone else now. She's happy, and content, so you need to let her go."

"Yeah, I heard that," I said feeling sick to my stomach at hearing the words, but then asking, once again curious. "Why did you want to see me then?"

"Mainly, because I heard you'd be leaving soon," she said. "I wanted to see you, I wanted...to be with you."

I sat looking at her, the turmoil in my mind, my heart doing summersaults. "What do you mean?" I asked, already knowing the answer perhaps, but nevertheless, still wanting to hear it, to hear it clarified.

"I want to make love with you. I want you...to fuck me."

And god help me, that's what we did. After everything I had just been told, had confirmed, in my mind...if I couldn't be with Teresa, then I would accept the next best thing. In a way then, in a very bizarre, stupid way...I would finally be with her, in a sense perhaps. Or so I thought. And so it was, I lost MY virginity that night, not to Teresa, but to her mother. Was it good? Yes. Admittedly it was. We enjoyed and pleasured one another throughout the night. I lost track of the number of orgasms we both had and shared with one another. And though the mystery and wonder of it all had finally been revealed to me, I left early on in the morning with an emptiness that I knew would never be filled.

I never saw Darlene again. But I did see Teresa, the day before I actually flew out to finally attend boot camp.

I had been invited to a going away party in my honor by a group of friends, many of which Teresa and I had both palled around with. Midway through the evening, and after several illegal drinks where I was just then starting to put on a pretty nice buzz, one of my buddies approached me.

"Hey buddy, someone wants to speak to you."

"Oh yeah? Who?" I asked.

"Teresa. She's out back...waiting for you."

"Teresa? Here?"

"Yeah, she's waiting for you, said it was important."

Once again with my heart suddenly beating wildly, I half dashed outside, spotting her immediately as she turned towards me. And yeah, you guessed it...she was wearing my favorite, magical sweater again too. She looked beautiful, a feast for sore eyes. Whatever had happened between us, whatever she'd done, the things I'd done...I knew could be worked through, forgiven, amended. Someway, somehow.

"Teresa," I half prayed just standing there looking at her. She walked slowly towards me, eyes sad, remorseful, or so it seemed. She stood briefly in front of me for a moment longer, looking into my eyes. And then she slapped me harder than I've ever been slapped before...or since.

"You stupid, stupid bastard!" She cried out. "You actually went out and fucked my own mother! How could you?"

I couldn't say anything. The fact she even knew was bewildering enough. Obviously...for whatever reason or purpose, Darlene had told her we had.

"You couldn't wait. Couldn't give me the time I asked for, the time I told you I needed to see where I was, see how I truly felt about you...about us. My mistake, in telling my mother that I was thinking about it...thinking about us again. And what do you go and do? You seduce my own mother instead, you sleep with her...you fuck her, because you couldn't have me. Well...so be it, I hope you can live with that."

"Teresa, it's not like that..." I tried. "You don't understand..."

"Don't even bother trying to explain it Rick. The bottom line is...you fucked her didn't you. I know you did, because she told me specific things, things only she could know if you actually had. Don't ever try calling me, or seeing me again. I don't want anything to ever do with you again...not now, or ever! Understood?"

And with that, she left. All the years we had known one another, all the times spent, good and bad, had suddenly and dramatically come to a complete and final finish.

**Forty years later**

I had only gone to one high school reunion. My tenth. And though I was actually hopeful I might see her there, she didn't attend. I had of course lost complete track of her shortly after entering the service, and then four years later returning. A mutual friend of ours filled in a few of the missing pieces, which ironically enough, made me both sad and angry with myself all over again.

Shortly after our final breakup, the guy she'd been seeing and dating actually ran around telling everyone, that he'd finally "nailed her". The two of them broke up shortly after that. Teresa had likewise moved out of the house, now living on her own, though I heard nothing more of her relationship with her mother, nor where she actually disappeared to after that.

Like I said, the years went by. I myself now married to a beautiful and loving woman. A woman who now knew my past, and my history, which included Teresa of course.

When word reached me that there was actually going to be a forty year class reunion, my wife convinced me to go, though I hadn't gone to any others since the tenth. I briefly, honestly wondered if Teresa might herself actually be there. Something my darling wife was obviously aware that I might be thinking about.

"We should go," she said finally convincing me. "Might be interesting to see if she's even there, finally put the ghosts to bed as it were."

I finally agreed, and so we did. And yes, she was there, the two of us spotting one another almost immediately. I of course introduced my wife to her. Teresa herself currently single again, though the whys behind that we didn't get into. I was surprised when she asked if she could sit with us at our table. Another mutual female friend of ours likewise joining us. So now, there I sat, Teresa on one side, my wife on the other as we sat through, and laughed at old photos of our formal selves, and sat listening to embarrassing moments and stories. Even one picture of Teresa and I standing at the side of my car together, "High School Sweethearts", the caption read.

I felt Teresa's hand come up taking mine in hers. My other held in my wife's hand. Sitting there sandwiched between the past and the present.

"Makes you wonder, what if... doesn't it?" She said only then turning towards me, though then looking over towards my wife. "Though I daresay, things probably worked out for the best either way."

I leaned over then and kissed her, on the cheek. Giving her hand a final affectionate little squeeze before letting it go again.

-End-

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