Bad Boy
Chapter 1

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic,

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Man with a rough childhood grows up. Read about his problems and how he deals with it.

I'll begin by telling you I'm known as the 'Bad Boy'; have been since I was a kid. You've all met guys like me; always getting into trouble. Drinks, smokes, stays out late. I've been in so many fights I can't even tell you how many I've been in. I know I have a very bad temper and a very short fuse.

I didn't name myself this title, everyone else did. It's the kind of reputation that takes a while to build up. It's funny, when it comes to girls and women that I am never at a loss for dates. The wild girls are always available to me and the intelligent ones seem to want a piece of me in private. I guess it's because it goes against their upbringing and everyone wants to defy that once in a while.

Let me go back a few years when I was still in high school. I was in trouble all the time. In my junior year I was kicked off the baseball team for fighting. The pitcher threw the ball at me because I was crowding the plate. I dropped the bat and ran out after him. I got in a couple of good licks before we were pulled apart. I was thrown off the team since it was the third time it happened. I did bloody his nose pretty good.

I lived at home with my mom and little sister. She was fourteen months younger but in the same grade as me. I was held back one year in my younger grades for skipping too much school. I didn't want to be a troublemaker; it seemed like that dark cloud just stood over my head, and followed me everywhere.

My sister brought home a new friend one day. I remember asking, "Marie, who's the good looking chick? Damn, she's a fine looking girl."

She replied, "Oh, hi, Jason. This is my new friend Julie. She just moved here from the west coast. Her dad is in the service and got stationed here. Julie, this is my big brother, Jason. Stay away from him. All the stories you've heard about him are true." They both laughed.

"What stories are those?" I asked smiling. Julie was smiling back at me. I did have a reputation as the bad boy.

We all chatted and I told them I had a date and would catch them later. Julie was a good size girl. She had a nice rack on her. I was thinking of when I would approach her and get friendlier. Oh, well, I would worry about her later. I had other fish to fry that night.

A few days later Marie asked if she could talk to me. "Of course, Marie, what is it?"

"It's about Julie. I saw the look in your eyes when you saw her. You looked like a lion checking out his prey."

"Damn, Sis, she had a nice rack and you know how I am. If the girls are willing, so am I."

"Jason, please leave her alone. Don't make her one of your tokens. I really like her and I don't want to see her get hurt," said Marie.

"What's the big deal if I boff her or not. I never take any girl by force. You know that."

"Please, Jason, as a favor to me, no boffing Julie, okay? Please, for me?"

"No big deal. I'll just talk to her and be friends. If she ever stops being your friend, let me know," I laughed.

Marie and Julie became the best of friends. They were both in the school band and hung out a lot together. I was always out messing around so I didn't see a lot of Julie but what I saw, I liked.

We were all seniors when I got into another fracas. It was after a dance and everyone was leaving. Marie came running up to me and said, "Jason, come quick! They're bothering Julie."

We turned the corner of the parking lot and there were two seniors, Brad and Mark, messing with Julie. Mark was holding Julie's arms from behind and Brad was about to unbutton her blouse.

I could hear Brad say, "Come-on, Sweetheart, no one's going to hurt you. You've been coming on to us all night pushing out your tits. We just want a little look-see," he laughed.

"Please let me go. I won't say anything to anyone if you just let me go. I'm sorry if you took my being friendly the wrong way."

Mark and Brad were different from me. I was a 'Bad Boy', they were just bullies, always picking on the less fortunate and of course the girls. Marie told me later that Julie and she were just dancing and having fun when these two idiots approached them. When they rejected them and said "no thanks" to dancing with them they walked away with their egos hurt. They knew better than to mess with Marie, because I'd kick their asses into next week. I guess they didn't think I'd say anything about them messing with Julie.

Marie and I approached them. "What the fuck's going on I asked?"

"Get lost, Jason. We didn't mess with your sister. This girl has been shaking her tits in our face since she moved here. We just want a little look-see. No one's going to get hurt," said Brad.

I'm sure he knew he made a mistake by telling me to get lost. It doesn't take much to rile me.

"Look, Jason, I didn't mean that. I meant she's nothing to you and... well, besides, there is two against one. Surely you don't want to get into it with both of us?"

I look over at Mark holding Julie's arms. He looked a bit nervous. I quickly side-kicked my foot forward and caught Brad on his thigh just above the knee; he went down like a ton of bricks. I put my foot on his throat and told him to just lay still and I might not break his windpipe.

I looked back over at Mark with my foot still on Brad's throat. He had let go of Julie's arms and she went over beside Marie. "Well, Brad, is it two against one like your buddy says or do you have something to say to Julie?"

Mark didn't want any part of me. "I'm sorry, Jason..."

"Not me, you stupid ass, say it to Julie."

Mark spoke very nervously saying, "I'm sorry, Julie, we didn't mean anything. We were just kidding around. It won't happen again."

Brad lay on the floor hoping it was over. He didn't say a word.

"If it ever happens again, I won't be so easy on you. Julie is like a second sister to me and you know what happens to anyone who messes with my sister," I said.

I took my foot off of Brad's throat and walked my sister and Julie to their car. Julie must have thanked me a dozen times trying to explain that she really didn't do anything. She couldn't help it; she had big breasts. The three of us just laughed.

Marie was very popular in school. She wasn't in the elite stuck-on-themselves girls groups, the ones from money who thought their shit didn't stink. She was just an all around nice person. She and I were as close as siblings could be; I loved her with all my heart and had been her protector since she was born. Nobody messed with her.

Don't get the idea that I screwed my sister. It wasn't like that. Growing up it was just me and her and I was there for her. She went on a few dates but the guys who just wanted a girl to make out with left her alone. They knew that anyone who treated her badly would have to deal with me.

Me, on the other hand, I chased - chase probably isn't the right word. The girls wanted a piece of the bad boy. A lot of them got it. I especially liked it when I would boff the better than thou ritzy types. The next day they would look at me with almost a contempt but still had a little smile. I guess they figured it was their little secret. They fucked the bad boy of the school.

I was never serious about any of them. I was just a nineteen year old guy at the time, with raging hormones. I did my best to calm my hormones down. I did screw a lot of girls and women for that fact. I was known around town and for some reason women, even married ones, were drawn to me. I don't know why but it was like these women who liked movies stars, or wanted a little danger in their lives came on to me. I did my best to get in their pants and usually succeeded.

I should explain to you how I got this title, 'Bad Boy'; it might explain why I am like I am. My father died when I was five years old. He was a firefighter and was caught in a blaze of a house fire saving some family pets. He was a hero and to me always will be. We were just little kids and knew we lost our dad. Mom was in shock for quite awhile. So I kind of took care of me and my little sister.

Don't get me wrong here. Mom took care of us; she fed and clothed us and things like that. When it came to playing or having fun she was kind of out of it. So, I always took care of Marie.

It was only six months after dad died that mom brought home this guy named Ralph. He was a salesman and traveled a lot. I guess the loneliness of missing dad got to mom and she married this guy. I never did like him. He would always hold Marie and tell her how pretty she was and that someday she would have all kinds of boyfriends. I guess I didn't trust him. I was just a kid too and he would always yell at me and even hit me when mom wasn't around. Anyway, Marie and I pretty much hung together. Ralph would give us a dollar and tell use to go get an ice cream or something. I know now it was just to get us out of the house so he could boff mom.

For the first couple of years it wasn't too bad. He was gone a lot of the time. After a while I could hear him arguing with mom. Looking back I figured he cheated on her when he was on the road. When he would come back from trips, he would go out to the bar after an argument with mom. Then he would come home drunk.

I remember the first time he hit mom. She tried to tell us it was an accident. I knew better. Marie started staying away from him too. I guess it was just an instinct. He would backhand me a lot. He never hit Marie, just me. I didn't tell mom about it because I figured he would hit her too. He was abusing her and I didn't know what to do about it. I heard my mom cry many times over the years. It hurt me bad and made me want to get even with the bastard.

When I was fourteen years old, I was in my room late one night. I had my radio on and was just listening to it when I heard a scream; it was Marie. I then heard mom's voice, "Get out of her room, you worthless bastard! Leave my little girl alone."

I had jumped up to see what was happening. Ralph was drunk and was approaching Marie. Mom jumped on him and told him to get out. He kind of sneered and backhanded mom. "Get the fuck back in your room, old lady," he yelled at mom, as he pushed her to the floor.

Marie was screaming and holding the blankets up to her chest all this time. I ran back in my room and grabbed my baseball bat and came out and started hitting Ralph with it. Over and over again I kept striking him. I was aiming for his head but he kept blocking it with his arms. We heard police sirens. I guess all the screaming woke the neighbors and they called the police. Mom got up and opened the door for them. They came running in and grabbed the bat from my hand and handcuffed me.

"No, no! Not him, he's my son. He was protecting us," yelled mom.

The police called an ambulance for Ralph. Marie got up and she and Mom went into the room and got dressed. They explained to the officer what had happened. He told them that they had to take me in anyway till all the facts were known. I guess it's because all they saw was me beating on Ralph with a baseball bat. Mom did have a bruise on the side of her face. Of course Marie was never touched. I did my job as her protector.

I spent one day in juvenile lock-up. The prosecutor believed my mom and sister and let me go. Mom filed assault charges against Ralph and, after he was released from the hospital, he served ninety days. She also went to the lawyer and filed divorce papers against him as well as a restraining order.

As soon as he got out, he was back at our door. After the last time he beat on mom, she went into the closet and took out my dad's old gun. When she saw Ralph at the door she went and got the gun.

"I have a restraining order on you. This is my house and I want you off my property now," said mom.

We could tell Ralph had been drinking. "I want my stuff. I'm going to come in and get it," replied Ralph.

Mom had all his things packed and told him they were in the garage and had me open the garage door so Ralph could get his stuff. After loading all of it in his van, he came back to the door. He went to open the door and was going to come in.

"Stop! Or, I'll shoot you," screamed mom.

"You're too fucking afraid to shoot me," laughed a drunken Ralph.

I took the gun out of my mother's hand and aimed it at Ralph. "What about me, you worthless piece of shit. Do you think I'm afraid to blow your fucking balls off? Come -on in, I dare you, come on, you worthless bastard. Set that first foot inside this house so I can blow you away."

Ralph looked nervous and backed away. He got into his van and took off. Mom called the police to let them know he was here. She also mentioned that he was drunk. The officers thanked mom for calling and said they were going to see if he was driving drunk. When they found him he was in an auto accident; he ran off the road and into a school bus. He was arrested and put back in the slammer. He was arrested on a parole violation for driving while under the influence. He had to serve the remainder of his sentence and whatever else they added to it for the DUI charge. Thank God, no one on the bus was injured.

It was the last time we ever saw him. When the divorce was final, the lawyer went to the jail and gave Ralph his copy of the divorce papers. The last we heard, he left the state after serving his time. The judge told him to put as much distance as he could away from our family, which was fine with us.

After that life was better for us. We didn't have to worry about that jerk, Ralph. Mom got a job as a waitress at a local diner. She told us she actually liked it. Since it was a local place she made a lot of friends. I think it helped her get back on track.

About four years had passed. I was still known as the bad boy and just seemed to get in a lot of trouble. Looking back I can tell I brought most of it on myself. Every once in awhile there was someone who just thought he was badder. Damn, I don't ever think badder was a word, but anyway they just had to try me. Just made my reputation stronger.

My mom called Marie and me to the restaurant one day and said she had something to ask us. She said that Harold, her boss and owner of the restaurant, asked her to marry him. Of course Marie was happy for her. I, on the other hand, wasn't sure. Harold asked if he could talk to me one on one, man to man. We went over and sat down in a booth and talked.

Harold began, "Jason, I know you are very protective of your mother and sister. I respect that. Your mom has had a pretty rough life, the loss of your dad and that quick marriage to that asshole Ralph. I love your mother, Jason. I have for many years."

I looked over at him in surprise. Why didn't I know him if this was true?

He continued; "Your dad and I were good friends. We were both firefighters. We both liked your mother and dated her before they got married. You dad asked her to marry him and she accepted. I just stepped back. I thought it was best if I did. After your father was killed, I came to see your mom at the funeral and saw how devastated she was. I was going to give her a little time before asking her to go out. Unfortunately, she met Ralph and married him. I eventually ended up quitting the department and opened the diner. It was something I always wanted to do: own my own business.

"I love her and will make her a good husband. You and your sister will be leaving in the next couple of years and your mom will be alone again. I don't want to see that happen. She told me she would only marry me if you and Marie were good with it. So I asked her to bring you here today to ask your permission to marry your mom. I promise to never hurt her in any way. I will be her protector as you go on with your life. I won't try and tell you and your sister how to live. You are almost adults now."

Wow! What am I supposed to say? This guy who I've only known as the diner owner would end up being my step-dad. He seemed a nice enough guy and I did want my mom to be happy. Mom and Marie came over to where we were talking. She looked nervous. "Is this truly what you want, Mom?" I asked.

"Yes, Jason, it is, but I need to know that you and Marie are okay with this."

"I love you, Mom, and will stand behind you all the way. Harold, you take good care of my mom and you better never hurt her," I replied.

Mom and Marie had tears in their eyes. Those two would cry about anything. Harold held out his hand to me as a token of our talk; I accepted it.

Just so you know, Harold had been married before for a couple of years and was divorced. While he was working at the diner, his wife cheated on him. He wouldn't stand for it and got a divorce. He seemed to be a really stand-up guy.

I was about two months from graduation when my life changed again. I stopped by the school to pick up Marie and Julie after band practice. I usually waited outside the school for them but this time for some reason I went into the school. I heard a woman's voice.

"Get away from me, leave me alone. I'll tell Jason." It was Julie.

I heard a guy laugh; it sounded like Brad. "Take it easy, honey; all we want is a look at those big tits. No one's going to hurt you and no one is here to help you this time," replied Brad. "Besides, there's three of us now. Come on, let's have a feel of those big babies," he laughed.

"No, don't touch me. Please don't touch me," I heard Julie crying.

I had entered the door where the school kept some of their athletic equipment and picked up a bat. When I turned the corner there were Mark and Bill holding onto Julie, and Brad was in front of her trying to unbutton her blouse.

I didn't say a word as I turned the corner and swung the bat catching Brad on his calf. He fell and I took a couple of more swings at his head but he covered his head with his arms which I ended up hitting. Behind him came Mark already apologizing.

"It's too late this time, Mark. You had your chance and now you have to pay for your stupidity." I jammed the bat into his stomach and caught him across his shoulder blades on his way down."

I looked up and saw Bill run out of the gymnasium. I took a couple of more swings at the two idiots laying on the floor. I reached down and punched Brad as hard as I could. I knew I dislocated his jaw. About that time a group of people came running into the gym. Bill had gotten the principal and a couple of other male teachers. They came running over to me and pulled me off of the slime balls.

The principal said, "You're in big trouble this time, Jason. This was one time too many."

Julie yelled, "No, no..."

"Julie, be quiet. It's too late now. It won't make any difference; I'll still get expelled."

Marie came running in. She had been waiting for Julie at the front of the school and wondered where she had been. Julie had told her that when she came out of the changing room the three guys had pulled her aside and proceeded to hold her and were making their snide remarks.

The police and paramedics were called. Brad and Mark were taken to the hospital and I was led to the police station. I was considered an adult and assault charges were filed. Marie drove my car home and went to the diner to tell Mom and Harold. Mom shook her head since I was in trouble again. Julie went with Marie and told Mom and Harold the truth, how I saved her from God knows what.

Harold went to the police station and posted my bond. He told me that he had contacted the school and that I was expelled and would not graduate. I didn't know what to say. I guess I reaped what I sowed.

The following day we found out that Mark had a broken collarbone and Brad had a dislocated jaw which was wired shut and a broken wrist. I didn't know until a couple of days later that Julie went to the prosecutor and told him exactly what happened. I saved her from being molested by the three other students. The prosecutor ended up dropping the charges when Bill came forward and told the prosecutor the truth. He thought Brad and Mark were just going to tease Julie but when he started undoing her blouse, Bill got scared.

No charges were filed against the three guys. There just wasn't enough evidence and a lot of he said, she said. Both Brad and Mark got expelled for two weeks for fighting in school. At least they would be able to graduate. I had to figure out my future.

Of course, now I was an even bigger bad boy. I was hanging at the mall the following weekend when I saw Lisa walk by. She was a rich bitch who thought her shit didn't stink. She came up to me and was trying to flirt. I didn't say much and it was beginning to make her mad. She almost always got her way. She was from money and the head cheerleader. Her boyfriend was Boyd, the future valedictorian of the class and also from money.

"So, what are you going to do now, Jason?" she asked.

"I don't know. Right now I think I'll go see a flick. Interested in coming along?" I asked.

She looked a bit nervous as she looked around to make sure no one saw her with me. "Okay but you have to promise not to tell Boyd?"

"I don't give a fuck about Boyd; it's his girl I want."

I took her by the hand and we walked into one of the movies. I didn't care which one it was. I wasn't planning on watching it. As soon as the lights dimmed and the movie started, I started on Lisa. I kissed her and at first she tried to act like I was forcing her. That only lasted for a few seconds as we began making out. I had her blouse unbuttoned and was playing with her tits.

"I shouldn't be here with you. If Boyd found out I would be in trouble," said Lisa.

I was sucking her tits and had my hand up her skirt fingering her. Her wetness was spewing all over my fingers. It was just something a woman in heat couldn't hide.

"Do you want me to stop or continuing fingering you? Which do you want, Lisa? Stop or fingering?

"Oh, shit, why are you making me tell you? Finger me, finger me, you bad bastard. Oh fuck, does that feel good!" Lisa cried out.

We had been going at it for about a half hour when I asked Lisa if she wanted me to fuck her.

"Oh, God, I can't... I have a boyfriend. Oh, hell, can't you just keep finger fucking me."

"Lisa, I want a fuck. It could be you or someone else. I really don't give a damn. I'm parked just outside the mall doors; it's a white van. If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is be there within the next ten minutes. If not, that's okay too. It's up to you; you can sit here and enjoy the movie or come with me and I'll fuck the hell out of you."

It was just something about women who teased and acted better than me. I guess it was my way of getting even with the spoiled gals.

I pulled my fingers out of her wet cunt and sucked them in front of her. I got up and walked out of the theater leaving her sitting there putting herself back together. As I told you before, these type of girls just wanted to brag and say they made it with one of the bad boys. I just wanted to get laid and Lisa was a hell of a good looker. Why girls who looks like her want to get laid by guys like me, I don't know, but there sure are a lot of them out there

After about seven minutes I started my van. I saw Lisa looking around as she ran to my van and quickly got in. She didn't say a word. I just took off to the park and parked under some trees. We got into the back of the van where I had an inflatable mattress. I had Lisa lay on it while I unbuttoned her blouse and skirt and removed them. I pulled her tits from under her bra. She wasn't big but they were nice. I continued where we left off in the movies.

She was still hot from what we did in the movies. I sucked her tits and fingered her at the same time. She laid there and kept bucking her hips against my fingers. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and had her suck her juices off of them like I had done earlier. I slid my jeans off and pulled my boxers down letting my cock out of its confines. Lisa looked down at it and said, "Give it to me! Give me your cock."

"Spread your lips, Lisa; open them wide for my cock."

She took her fingers and did what I asked. I pushed my cock deep into her and she screamed out. It was something how she kept moving her hips. I always wonder what these women are thinking at times like this. Whatever it was she started coming.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she kept saying.

I finally had to come and shot a good size load into her. When she stopped pulsating and my cock softened, I pulled it out and a lot of cum came out with it. I handed her the box of tissue I kept in the van and she jammed a bunch between her legs.

Now she was feeling guilty. They always get this way. "Jason, I shouldn't have done this. Please don't tell anyone. I don't want to be known as a slut. It won't happen again."

After she got dressed I took her back to the mall and she didn't even say goodbye. She just got out of my van like I never existed and went back into the mall. I fucked her again the following week after a school dance. She said she got in an argument with Boyd and left him at the dance. She drove by my house where I was sitting on the porch. I was home alone. Mom and Harold were at the diner and Marie was at the dance.

I offered Lisa a beverage and she said yes, following me into the house. I handed it to her and headed up to my room without saying a word; she followed me. We had pretty much a repeat performance of the last time we did it. She really was a good fuck, but I didn't love her and of course she didn't love me.

The next day I sat at the kitchen table and was trying to figure out what I was going to do with my life. I decided to head down to Florida for a month and visit an uncle on my father's side. He ran some kind of resort and told me I could come down any time. I told Mom and Harold that I needed to get away and get my head back on straight. I promised them that I would go to school at night and get my GED, which is equivalent to a high school diploma.

I said goodbye to my sister and to Julie. Julie told me how sorry she felt for me knowing that I was protecting her and got expelled. She actually had tears in her eyes while she talked to me. Marie kissed me on the cheek goodbye but Julie kissed me on the lips. It really caught me by surprise. Damn! It felt good. Now I wished I didn't promised Marie to keep my hands off of Julie. I also knew Marie was right. Julie was a sweet and loving friend and I was glad I didn't try taking advantage of her.

I saw my Uncle Charles when I got to Florida. He let me have my own room at his resort. It was more of a private motel and had two beaches. A regular one for families and a nude one for sun worshipers and those who liked to swim nude.

Uncle Charles told me to call him Chad at the resort. He didn't want people to know we were related. He explained to me that a lot of his customers were there for their privacy. Most didn't even give their real names. His policy concerning the nude beach was people could do pretty much what they wanted on the beach. He didn't allow screwing but he said he knew a little of it went on. Most people went to their rooms and what they did there was their own private business.

To get on the nude beach, men had to be nude. The only clothes they were allowed were sandals and hats. Chad told me a lot of men were bald and their heads couldn't take the sun. It made me laugh. Women had to go topless but could wear bottoms. It had something to do with their menstrual cycles. Uncle Chad said that he didn't allow people dressed or in swimsuits on the nude beach. Too many, mostly men, would want to just gawk at the women. At least if they were nude, the women could gawk back.

He did explain to me that there would be mostly older people on the nude beach this time of the year. The younger crowd doesn't show up till summer break.

The reason I'm explaining this to you is because I promised to be a lifeguard at the nude beach till the college kids were out of school. I was over eighteen and could swim. I even had a certificate from when I was a lifeguard at sixteen. I did it for a summer job and was lifeguard trained.

So by day I was the lifeguard on a nude beach. At night I took a couple of refresher courses to study for my GED. Since it was only May, there weren't a lot of younger people at the beach. There were a lot of senior citizens for some reason lying around every day on the beach. I can't say that the majority of people did a lot for my manhood.

When I told my uncle about it, he just laughed. He told me not to worry; every weekend brought in a few younger people. He was right. On Saturday some younger couples came out to the nude beach. I didn't know if they were married or single. A few had their rings on but that didn't always tell the story.

I wore a bathing suit do to the job and people would know I was the lifeguard. It was something how most women smiled at me when I walked by. The men they were with didn't seem to care. I couldn't imagine bringing my girlfriend or wife to a nude beach so other men could stare at her private parts. I guess I was lucky these men didn't feel the same.

Now readers, don't get angry with me for what I'm about to say. Most women, almost all women look better in a bathing suit than they did nude. All the men would definitely look better with clothes on. It seemed so odd how a little bit of cloth in the right place could spur the imagination.

I wasn't saving many lives but I did break up a number of arguments. Some guys didn't understand what "NO!" meant when trying to put the make on some of these women. I was more of a bouncer than a lifeguard. I didn't run into any situations that I couldn't handle.

It was funny how many of these women thanked me by having sex with me. I was just a horny bad boy. I must have screwed someone most every night, from eighteen years old to I think the oldest said she was sixty-five. I honestly did it because some of these older women didn't look all that bad and I felt sorry for them. They were probably eye candy or dancers in their younger days. So many seemed like they were afraid of getting old. My motto was, "If they could get it hard, I could use it."

During my second week there one woman approached me and asked if I could put on some suntan lotion on her back. She was a looker, pedicure and manicure, not a hair out of place... Even though she was nude I knew she was from money. Everything about her said so. She said her name was Ellen and that she was thirty-four years old. I later found out she was forty. She had rings on every finger and a hell of a rock on her wedding finger.

She told me that she flew down to Florida a couple of times a year to relieve her stress. She was kind of talking down to me like I was her servant. It's not a good thing to act that way with me. She kept talking to me as I rubbed the lotion on her lower back and continued on down to quite an ass. She spread her legs and asked me to do her legs also. I rubbed her thighs and went right to her pussy and inserted two fingers. I pumped them in and out a few times and had her juices all over my fingers. She moaned as I pulled them out and wiped them on her towel.

She turned over and stared into my eyes. "Do me!" she said.

"I'm sorry, Ellen, but it's against the rules to have sex out here on the beach."

"I meant do my front. I don't want to get sunburned on my breasts or tummy. How dare you thinking that I would want sex with you."

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. Yes, I can put lotion on your front." I knew what she really meant. She wasn't pulling anything over on me. I rubbed her tits till her nipples got hard and then rubbed lotion on down to her tummy. I continued on down to her mound. She had a nice brown muff that was trimmed close. She spread her legs as I fingered her once again. She was staring at me while she kept pumping against my fingers. She wasn't saying anything and wasn't far from coming when another lady came up to me and I quickly pulled my fingers out of Ellen.

I knew Ellen was mad but there wasn't much she could say. I laughed as I turned to the older woman who approached me.

"Young man, could you put a little lotion on me? I'm afraid I'll burn."

"Yes, madam, no problem. Let's go sit down over here and I'll rub the lotion on you."

This woman might have been seventy but I tried to treat all the customers with respect. I didn't want to get anyone mad and going to my uncle. I did limit putting lotion on the women only. I did have a few guys ask but I called a towel lady that worked there to help them out. She was sixty years old but some of these men didn't mind a bit. I do have to say she was an ornery old gal. To be honest, I did boff her once.

The rest of that day Ellen would stare at me but not talk. I knew she was pissed that I didn't finish the job. She would walk around and strut her stuff and got a lot of looks. As I mentioned, she was one of the nicest looking women there and she knew it.

In the evening I saw her in the restaurant fully dressed. She looked sexy as hell. She was eating dinner with two of the other guests. She acted like I didn't exist and another man joined them at their table and she flirted with him. She kept watching me, apparently to get me jealous. It was funny because she didn't mean any more to me than any other woman. Would I like to have sex with her? Of course I would; I'd loved to bring her down off that high horse.

I finished my dinner and headed off to school. Ellen looked pissed when I got up and left. I was to take my GED's the following week. I had to pass them; I promised my Mom and I had hurt her enough. When I got back from school I had three messages on my answering machine. They were all from Ellen asking me if I might come up to her room.

I knocked on her door and she tried to act surprised. "What do you want? Jason, isn't it?"

I wasn't going to play this chase thing with her. "I'm sorry, there were some messages on my answering machine and the name said Ellen. It must have been someone else. Sorry to have bothered you."

I turned around to leave and she said, "Wait, it was me. I wanted to talk to you," she said.

"Ellen, I'm too old to play kid games. If you think you can tease me you're sadly mistaken. You're a beautiful woman and if you want to just have a good time and have sex, all you have to do is ask. Whatever we do will be only between us. So just tell me what you want and I'll try to oblige."

At first she seemed startled. I don't think she was used to being talked to like that. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. First lightly, then harder and harder. I already had my hands on her ass pulling her tightly against me. It was only seconds before we were both undressed and having sex. It wasn't love; it was wet, hot sex. I've never been with a woman who wanted it so bad. She must have a hell of a stupid husband. She was all over me. I fingered her and sucked her tits at the same time. She was bucking like a bitch in heat and I felt her come. My hand was full of her juices.

I got up between her legs and rubbed my cock up and down her slit. She was getting anxious. "Stop teasing me. Fuck me, Jason; put your cock in me."

"Tell me, Ellen, if that is your name: are you married?" Since I could tell she was a high-society bitch, I wanted to deflate her ego a little.

"You're not supposed to ask personal questions," she replied.

"I'm not supposed to be fucking you but I will if you answer me."

"Okay, yes, I'm married. My husband's away, probably fucking his secretary. Now fuck me," she demanded.

She took hold of my cock and put it to her opening. I gently pushed it in an inch at a time. She started pumping hard against me. God, she was hot. I couldn't believe I was in Florida fucking an older married woman. I felt her stop pumping and felt the squeezing motion of her pussy against my cock. I shot one hell of a load deep into her. We were both covered in sweat waiting for her pussy to stop pulsating.

She asked for a drink and I got up to get us both one. "How old are you, Jason?" I lied and told her twenty-two. When she asked where I went at night I told her I was taking a couple of college courses. I wasn't going to tell her anything about me.

"Jason, will you do me one more time? I'd like to get on top."

I lay on my back and she took my cock in her mouth and got me hard again and then climbed up and lowered her body, impaling herself on my cock. We lasted a long time this time. She rode me and I played with her tits the whole time. I even left a sucker bite on her tit. When she was ready to come, she rocked back and forth on my cock getting all she could. She was letting out a lot of noise when I squirted my load up into her. When we were finished she got off me and said she needed a shower. I told her I had to leave but maybe I'd see her on the beach the next day.

It went this way the rest of the week. All day long she would play the better-than-thou game. She acted like I didn't exist, which didn't bother me in the least. I did my life guarding and checked out the rest of the females. I knew it bothered Ellen. I figured she was a woman who was afraid of getting older. She picked me because I was younger and that made her feel younger. I guess we were using each other.

I got my kicks fucking this older married woman who would do anything I asked behind closed doors. I didn't take any of her hifalutin' shit. She was getting all the cock she wanted from me. I later found out I was half her age. Every night I fucked her good. It was just something about women like this who cheated on their husbands. If she wanted to be a fuck slut, why didn't she just stay single? Even though she fucked like a mink, I had little respect for her.

After the week was up Ellen left the resort for wherever she lived. My uncle didn't know her real name but said she did come down a couple of times a year. He handed me an envelope with five hundred dollars in it. Ellen told him to give it to me. I guess it was her way of saying I was a gigolo. My uncle and I laughed. I guess she thought I was some kind of male prostitute which made her better than me.

The following week I took my GED's and passed them. I was really happy about it and called my mom to tell her about it. I asked to talk to Marie but mom said she went to the prom. Mom said that she and Julie went with the Baker twins. I knew them; they were a couple of seniors and upright guys. Jerry and Gary were their names. Marie dated Jerry a few times and had a light crush on him. I didn't know Julie was dating Gary. I have to admit I was a little jealous about it. I know I had no right to be especially with my reputation but Julie was like my special friend.

I finished off the month at the resort and the college help took my place as I thanked my uncle for having me there. He gave me twelve hundred dollars for working for him plus I received a lot in tips. Nothing like the five hundred Ellen gave me but I did quite well.

When I got home I stopped at the diner to see Mom and Harold. They were so happy with me when I showed them my GED. Harold asked me what I was planning on doing with my life now. I told him that I thought I might enlist in the military and maybe it would give me a new start.

I went home and sitting on the porch were Marie, Julie, Jerry and Gary. Marie came down and gave me a big hug. "Hi, Jason, I'm so glad to see you. I've missed you so much."

"Hi, Sis. I've missed you too," I replied.

Julie came down and gave me a hug also. "Hi, Jason. I hear you got your GED and now you've graduated after all. You showed them, you've showed them all."

"Yeah, now I have to go on with my life. I hear the four of you went to the prom. Was it nice?" I asked.

Gary spoke, "It was pretty nice, Jason. Wish you could have been there. We all had a great time. Boyd and Lisa got in a hell of an argument. No one is sure what it was about."

I was feeling jealous and didn't know what to do about it. For some reason I was feeling emotional toward Julie. I knew I had to get away from her. If I saw her and Gary together it would piss me off. Why was I like this?

"Hey, guys, I'll see you all later. I have a few things to do." I had to go somewhere, anywhere away from Julie. This didn't make sense.

The following Monday I went and enlisted in the service. I would be leaving in two weeks. When I got home Marie was there alone. "Jason, I have to ask you something personal."

"What is it? I never bothered Julie. I kept my promise to you."

"It's not about Julie. Did you have sex with Lisa Brown?" asked Marie.

"What? Why are you asking me something like this? You've never asked anything like this before?" I replied.

"Jason, I know you've screwed any girl in a skirt. The reason I'm asking about Lisa is because she's pregnant. Did you have sex with her before you went to Florida?"

"Pregnant? Holy shit. Maybe it's Boyd's kid. Surely they've been screwing for awhile now."

"So you did have sex with her. She got mad at Boyd and told him she screwed you to get even with him. Now's she pregnant and you might be the father.

"Holy shit! I guess I better go talk to her. I enlisted in the service and leave in two weeks."

"You what? You enlisted? They're probably going to send you to Iraq. Oh, God, Jason, I'm going to miss you so much."

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