Chapter 1

On his way home Junie Wilson got caught in a sudden unexpected downpour about two streets over from his block. In an attempt to get under cover he ran up onto the porch of the nearest house and in doing so tripped and knocked over a small table. After righting the table he sought protection under the porch roof.

Inside the house Emily Lee was on the phone with her tennis date. “Mary I guess we’ll have to postpone. I’m watching the weather channel and they say the storm cell is right over us and not moving out so it looks like it will continue into the evening. Yes sometime next week will be fine just fine give me a call. Oh God! Mary, I have to go the wind has knocked something over or downed a hanging plant on the porch, bye.”

Rushing to the front of the house Emily pushed the storm door against the gusting wind to try to see what had caused the noise. The wind was making it difficult for her to hold the door open. At first when she looked around she didn’t see Junie and not seeing anything knocked over turned to go back inside and there he was huddled against the side of the house.

“What on earth? What are you doing?” Should I call the police, she wondered?

“I got caught in the storm and came up here to get out of the rain I hope you don’t mind.”

“The way the wind is blowing the rain against the house my porch doesn’t seem to afford much shelter. You better come inside before you drown.”

“Thank you ma’am I really appreciate it. It’s really coming down out here.”

When they were inside with the door closed Emily said, “You’re soaked you look like a wet dog so for God’s sake don’t shake,” she said with a smile. “Don’t move you’ll just take the dripping water with you. Start taking off your clothes I’ll be right back.”

“My clothes?”

“Yes your clothes and your shoes and socks.”

Junie took off his sneakers, socks and shirt and was standing thusly dressed when Emily Lee returned with two large fluffy towels. “Here use this to dry off and this one to wrap around yourself after you take off your pants and underwear. Don’t give me that look get ‘em off.

“I’ll put them through the spin cycle of the washer and then dry them. You can’t wear them in this condition.”

Mrs. Lee stood right there in the hall as Junie removed his pants and with her prodding his underwear saying “You don’t have anything I haven’t seen hundreds of times before only those are a memory and yours is up close and personal. Now let’s do it!”

After Junie had dropped his shorts and underwear on the pile of clothes he proceeded to dry himself with one of the towels. When he was finished Emily said, “Take this other towel and go into the den and have a seat while you warm up, second door on the left down the hall. I’ll be back as soon as I get these things started.” That’s what she said but what she thought was, “I just told a lie he does have something I haven’t seen before.” After putting Junie’s things in the washer Emily removed her sports bra and dropped it in with his stuff. Emily felt so much better with her breasts free to move she didn’t need that thing since she wasn’t going to play tennis today.

It was a cozy room with a fire place and bookcase lined walls on either side. There was a long couch and two wingback armchairs opposite separated by a table with a lamp. Junie took one of the armchairs and did his best to cover his modesty with the towel Mrs. Lee had provided. It was not easy because Junie had a very big dick for his age. Actually he had a big dick for any age. He always felt self-conscious about it because he was bigger than both his eighteen year old brother and his dad. Junie was five feet and weighted about a hundred pounds. Other than his dick he was in all respects a normal fourteen year old boy. He had ash blonde hair and chestnut brown eyes. He had a nice smile showing even teeth and a dimple in each cheek when he did so. Unlike most teens who had experienced puberty his face was clear of pimples or acne.

Returning to the den Mrs. Lee handed Junie a cup of hot chocolate and a pair of women’s bikini panties and a white tee shirt “That should warm you up and here put these on. They’re all I could find. They’re my daughter who’s about your size. She left them but they are better than nothing.” Junie stared at the diaphanous panties like they were a snake about to strike.

“Go ahead so I can put that towel in with the other things.”

Emily herself was dressed for tennis in a yellow waist length button up sleeveless top and a matching short tennis skirt over regular bikini underwear. She never wore tennis bloomers any more they were uncomfortable and she only played with her female friends and on her backyard court. As she almost never came into the den with her tennis clothes on she gave no thought to the fact that when she sat on the couch in that skirt it rode up almost to her crotch and sitting in one of the wingchairs as Junie was he could see her panties and most of what was in them.

Junie stood behind the armchair staring at Mrs. Lee’s pussy as he put on the panties and tee shirt. When he came back to sit down Mrs. Lee said, “Sit over here on the couch so I can talk to you without raising my voice.” She noticed that the tee shirt ended at the top of the panties and when Junie sat down the shirt rode up even higher. When Junie was seated it was difficult for Emily to take her eyes from his dick as it ran across his body pointing its uncut head in her direction but between sips of wine she got out, “I’m Emily Lee young man and I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

“I’m Junie Wilson and no ma’am you haven’t. I live over on Willow Lawn and when the rain started I cut down Densmore to get home a little faster but the rain came in so heavy and quick that I couldn’t make it.”

“I suppose the Junie is a junior of some sort?”

“Yes ma’am it’s for Everett Fielding Wilson, Junior.”

“Everett Fielding, that has a nice sound to it. Not quite alliteration but close enough.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

“Do you need to call somebody to let them know you’re all right?”

“No ma’am my mom and dad are at the river and won’t be home until late so I don’t have to call anyone.”

“It’s good that they won’t be worried. How old are you Everett Fielding?”

“Fourteen.”

“So you are fourteen. I suppose that’s old enough to stay at home alone. Since you’ll need to eat I’ll fix us something a little latter after your clothes are dry but first I need another glass of wine. Do you need anything while I’m up?”

“No ma’am I’m fine,” Junie said holding up his still half full cup of hot chocolate.

Emily Simpson Lee was fifty-three years old and had been widowed for four years. She was five feet eight and weighted one thirty-four on the scale this morning. She had auburn hair with traces of gray and emerald green eyes. She had a nice figure that was 36-30-38. As a young woman she had been pretty and was still by any measure a handsome woman. She took care of herself by riding her exercise bile four mornings a week, swam almost every day and played tennis two or three times a week.

“Do you have a girlfriend at school Everett Fielding?”

Blushing Junie said, “No ma’am. I go to Saint Benedicts and there are no girls there.”

“Isn’t Saint Margaret’s a companion school of Saint Benedicts?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“What about those girls?”

“I don’t know any of them although we are supposed to have a dance over there next month.”

“Well good it’ll be a good opportunity to meet some young girls. A handsome boy like yourself shouldn’t have any trouble meeting girls.”

“Trouble is I don’t know how to dance close dances and that’s what they have at Saint Margaret’s, close dances.”

“That’s easily enough remedied,” Emily said as she turned on the TV with the remote and tuned into music from the forties and fifties. “This is the kind of music they’ll play at the dance. Help me with this,” she said as she started rolling back the rug from a large area in one corner of the room. “Come over here and I’ll teach you to dance. I used to be pretty good in my day.”

Junie’s attempt to beg off went for naught as Mrs. Lee was persistent and finally Junie came to where she was standing. Junie hadn’t noticed but in the panties his dick was clearly outlined for anyone to see and Mrs. Lee liked what she saw. Junie may be a little short but his dick certainly wasn’t. Being in such close proximity to Emily dressed as he was had given Junie the beginnings of a hard on. Try as he might he couldn’t get it to go back down.

When he got to where Emily was waiting she towered over Junie by eight inches. First Emily showed Junie how to stand, which arm to put around her waist and to take her right hand in his left with his right cheek against her right cheek. “Oops,” Mrs. Lee said as Junie’s cheek lay against her breast when he moved his head like she told him to. “Okay, just keep your head like that for now and we’ll figure something out later. There was also the question of his right hand which she decided not to comment on. Because of their height differential his right hand instead of being at her waist was on the left cheek of her ass. “Now just move to the rhythm of the music. Move your feet forward and back and side to side. Rather than stepping let them glide from place to place. That’s it. It’s easier if our bodies stay close that way I can tell where you’re going and you know where I am and we won’t end up moving away from each other. When you want to change direction use you left hand as a sort of rudder to direct me the way you want to go. That’s called leading. The man always leads and the woman follows even with fast dances.”

With their variant heights Junie’s mouth was just above Mrs. Lee’s right nipple and every time their bodies moved his mouth would brush her tit East and West. The fact that his mouth did not quite reach Emily’s nipple was tantalizing to them both. Emily was quite sure that if Everett Fielding had been a few years older he would have lowered his mouth to be full on her nipple but a fourteen year old be hardly be that forward. His dick was right against her thigh and every time they would move her thigh rubbed against Junie’s dick which led as one would expect to a fourteen year old’s hard on. Emily had never danced with anyone this short, usually if she could feel a man’s dick it would be brushing her stomach Junie on the other hand was like a dog humping her leg except now he felt like a very big dog humping her leg.

“God, what am I doing? A fourteen year old boy. I’m old enough to be his mother no his grandmother and I’m rubbing against his dick and the worst part is I’m enjoying it. In those panties his dick is straight across his body instead of up and down. This is an unusual sensation and I must say one I enjoy.”

Emily Lee was an excellent dancer and followed Junie’s every move. Even when he wasn’t sure where he was going she stayed in contact with his body and when he went backwards her leg would go between his. All of this rubbing and bumping caused Junie’s hard on to intensify as Mrs. Lee continued to hold him close.

Emily could feel his dick against her and knew that their closeness was causing a full blown hard on and she liked the feel of it. She had had little in the way of sex since Joe had died. She saw no one for at least a year after and she didn’t really know any age appropriate single men and the only ones who wanted to take her out were married. She tried it with one of them but felt so guilty that she stopped dating. She had sex with the pool boy one summer but it wasn’t very satisfactory but at least he was eighteen and he wasn’t back the next year. The thought of sex with this fourteen year old boy excited her and made her pussy twitch as much for the taboo involved and age difference as for her sexual privation. How good could sex with a fourteen year old be if she even tried it? Emily was pretty sure Junie would be amenable as most boys, and men for that matter, will fuck anything that moves. But Christ this was against nature as well as against the law. Fourteen! Fuck why did it have to rain? She hadn’t thought about sex for months and was doing just fine and now she was here with this midget with a big dick and she couldn’t take her mind off of fucking.

Finally Emily separated from Junie and said, “Let’s sit this one out I’m getting warm and could use some wine.” They moved to the couch in their previous positions. “You’re getting the hang of it Everett Fielding even wearing me out a bit.” When Emily reached for her wine her breasts brushed against Junie and sent a spark through him.

“Whew, boy” Emily said as she held the hem of her short skirt with both hands and waved it up and down fanning the area under the skirt thus exposing her panties to Junie’s full view. He could see the auburn hair showing through the thin beige fabric and almost had an orgasm when Mrs. Lee opened and closed her legs while fanning the skirt. “Feel, feel right there,” she said as she took Junie’s hand and placed it on her upper thigh.

Junie immediately felt the dampness of her thighs and the heat emanating from her pussy. It was like a furnace under her skirt.

“See, what did I tell you you’re overworking an old lady? I can’t remember the last time I danced. I need some more wine,” Emily said replacing Junie’s hand in his lap and going to the kitchen.

Emily poured the last of the bottle into her glass. She was beginning to feel a little tipsy and a lot horny. She had come so close in the den to placing Junie’s hand on her pussy but at the last moment something stopped her. “Am I in here to get the last drop of liquid courage to get me over the fourteen year old barrier?” she wondered. “Or am I just afraid that he will say no that I’m just too old to get a young boy to fuck me? Can I take his rejection or is it better to try anyway. I shouldn’t even be thinking things like this he’s only fourteen and barely into puberty.”

Back in the den Emily puts her mostly empty glass on a table and holds her hands out to Junie and says, “I’m recharged Everett Fielding let’s get you dancing.”

Junie whose dick had had time to deflate somewhat rose and walked with Emily to the makeshift dance floor and resumed. When their bodies met Junie couldn’t control his dick and he was hard again. As they moved around the floor Emily taught him how to dip and after a while she put her arms around his neck telling him to put both arms around her waist. What this did was have Junie at his height have his face between her breasts and his hands one on each ass cheek. This created a kind of role reversal for Emily. Instead of a dick pressing against her stomach she was pressing her pussy against Junie’s stomach. When Junie held her like this it was like mixing the two substances necessary to make epoxy harden. His dick tried its best to escape the confines of the panties as his hands pulled her into him. He waited for her to object and when she didn’t he let his hands wander giving little squeezes as he went This became too much for Emily and she released Junie’s neck and lowered her hands quickly inserting them into the waist of the panties he wore and pulled them down. Immediately Junie’s dick popped up and proceeded to bounce several times until it came to rest with its eight inch length reaching to Emily’s pussy. She was amazed at its overall size especially for one so young and so vertically challenged. She had never seen a more inviting cock and couldn’t wait to take hold of it.