Chapter 1

I knew her for a long time. She was the friend of my friend’s parents, I saw her around town. I wouldn’t have described her as a friend. Just an old woman I knew.

Yeah, she was old; 50 at least. She had long grey hair and she flaunted it.

She had pretty eyes; brown eyes that seemed to sparkle when she laughed. Yeah, she had a nice laugh.

Anyway, when I was 16 those eyes seemed to sparkle at me a little extra; and you know what that means, but I really didn’t.

She was thin, sprightly you might say, and there was a day when I saw her on the street, and somehow, we started talking.

And talking.

And talking.

We walked and talked, she kept asking me questions and I kept answering. How was school, my teachers, my friends (some of whom she knew), my parents, did I have a girlfriend, had I ever had a girlfriend, no? Was I a virgin?

Yes.

“Oh, I just LOVE virgins!” she laughed, so I couldn’t tell if she meant it or not. She put her hand on my hand when she said it.

And you know what that means, but I really didn’t.

She gave me her number and told me to give her a call if I wanted to get together sometime, just to talk, maybe at her place, she could make dinner.

And you know what that means, and I was starting to catch on too.

So look, I wasn’t sure about this at all; School was hot girls wall to wall. And hot boys too, and I wasn’t one of them. So actually, my odds of ever going out with any of the hot girls was nil.

Maybe some of the not-so-hot girls might maybe go out with me, but it wasn’t likely. I was short. Not a dwarf or anything, just pretty small for my age. Girls aren’t attracted to short guys. I didn’t have money, my grades weren’t good, and I was bashful with girls I liked.

And if anyone EVER found out I’d had dinner alone with Nadja, they’d say we’d done it whether we had or not, and I’d have even less hope with any girl.

And she was REALLY old too.

And yet ... something about her attracted me. The way she smiled and looked at me while I spoke, the sparkle thing.

She was seducing me, I know that now. Playing me like a fish on a line, giving a little slack and then gently pulling me closer again.

“Hi Nadja, it’s Jerry.” I said into the phone nervously.

“Jerry? Jerry who?” she asked, “Oh, sorry, Virgin Jerry! Haha! Want to come over?”

“Uh ... ok.”

She had a little one room apartment in the town center. It smelled good in there, soft scents with an underlayer of food cooking. There were cushions and low seats, there was oriental fabrics on the walls.

Nadja greeted me at the door with a smile; a delighted smile. Thrilled maybe. She wasn’t dressed up, yet she looked fine in simple light cotton shirt and long pants, a string of beads around her neck, and no detectable makeup. Her grey hair flowed around her face.

“Come on in!” she declared, “Hungry? Thirsty? Have a seat, what did you do today, tell me everything because I need some entertainment.”

She was small. Smaller than me, so I felt large with her. That was quite appealing. It got late, we were on her sofa, talking, talking, laughing, and then, she ... held my hand.

Yeah, held my hand and my cock went hard as a rock. In porn movies, the woman just starts sucking cock. I’m glad that didn’t happen, because the hand thing is really good. It’s sort of deniable; I could have pulled my hand away if I wanted to, and that would be the end of it. And I almost did, because I was pretty scared. I can’t say what I was afraid of, I just was. Anyway, I just kept my hand there and her fingers just sort of stroked mine slightly, so slightly you could pretend it never happened.

Except it did.

And she slid a little closer, and her eyes sparkled at me, and we both stopped talking. We just sat there, holding hands on her sofa.

“Ok, I have to say a few things.” She said, really quietly. “Because you’re a virgin, and I’m like the opposite. So, first thing, if we do it, we’ll only do it once. Well, one night. Because of the age gap you know, we can’t get emotional. I mean, a little bit is ok you know, I like you and you like me, that’s good. But if we do it more, weird things happen, that’s just how it goes.

“Second, this is a secret. NEVER tell ANYONE, because they won’t understand and no matter what they promise, they’ll tell other people and the whole town will know. And you know, they all know about me already, and even though you and me should be illegal, it isn’t, so keeping this secret isn’t for me. It’s for you.”

She just looked at me for a few silent seconds, brown eyes all sparkling, a little smile on her little mouth.

“Will you kiss me?” she asked softly, and I thought she looked afraid too.

Our faces got closer; no, I couldn’t do it! My first kiss had to be magic, with a hot girl, not Nadja’s old mouth ... Umph. Um, well. It was sort of ok actually. Soft and with a slight taste of other, and then her little tongue licked across my lips and then it darted in and out of my mouth a couple of times. She pulled away and laughed sweetly.

“Oh man! I LOVE this shit!” she declared, holding both my hands. “I won’t have any regrets if we do it.” She continued, “I’ve done it a lot, done it my whole life, I know what it is. But you, baby; you’re all young and innocent, we don’t know how you’ll feel. Because here’s the big secret, darling; before you do it, you want it. But after you do it, often times you regret it. It’s like a fog lifts away. So tell me, do you want to do it?”

“Yes.” I choked.

“That’s sweet. I tell you what, you go home and jerk off, then come back tomorrow, if you want to.”

She moved closer, so our mouths almost touched again.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” She whispered, “And I’ll take your cherry, and it will be great.”

She spoke the truth. The next evening my hand was trembling as I pressed her doorbell. Nadja was wearing a tight colorful dress, high heels, and stockings. Her grey hair was swept back and up, her eyes sparkled, and her smile was wonderful.

“So, you came.” She said, stepping close and taking my hands. I leaned forward, we were the same height because of her high heels, and we kissed for a long few seconds before she released me and laughed kindly.

“Take your clothes off.” She told me with an excited smile.

“All of them?” I asked.

“Down to the last stitch.” She confirmed. “This is going to be the greatest!”

She sat on the sofa and watched me as I stripped.

“Oh wow!” she gushed, “You’re hard already! Come sit with me.”

I sat down and looked at her face; she sure looked happy. She took my hot stiff penis in her cool hand, squeezing it gently as we kissed again, so our only contact was her hand on my cock and our lips.

The sensation of touch, of her hand on my cock, shocked me; I’d had no idea it would be that way, so different to when I held it myself. Her hand on my penis was the most insanely pleasurable feeling I’d ever known.

It was incredible; confusing, exciting, thrilling, terrifying. I knew we were going to do it, the night was preordained, I wanted to do it, so what was I afraid of?

We kissed for a long time; I took her other hand and held it, she played with my penis, we had a little tongue play too, not too deep. My mind was numb from the sheer pleasure of her touch.

“I think you’d just do this forever.” She laughed.

“Yeah, it’s great.” I agreed.

“But now I’m feeling pretty much ready to go.” She told me.

“What do you mean?” I asked in distress, “Go where?”

“To bed!” she laughed, “With you of course! Come on.”

She got up and holding my hand, led me to her bedroom.

“Now, hold the top of my dress with one hand and slowly pull the zipper down with the other.” She instructed, “Pull it down over my ass, now hold it above the floor while I step out of it, that’s the way. Put it over that chair and then unhook my bra and let my tits out. So, they’re a bit droopy I’m afraid. Stand behind me and put your arms around me, lift them in your hands, oh yeah. You have good touch, soft and gentle.”

It was true, her old tits didn’t have much left in them. And yet, I was thrilled to hold them anyway, to feel the softness of them, tipped by her stiff old nipples.

She reached around to take my cock in her hand again as I kissed her neck and ear. Then without waiting for further instruction, I hooked the band of her panties with my fingers, and slowly pulled them down. She was wearing separate stockings so I left them on her.

She pulled out of my grasp and got onto the bed, legs opened as wide as her smile. She’d either shaved or waxed her groin, her vagina was naked and waiting. My mouth watered, I had to taste her.

“Oh, oh my gosh!” she giggled, smiling at me and wrapping her fingers around my head, “What a good boy you are!”

My tongue touched pussy for the first time; I was surprised at the powerful taste of her, and at the way she jumped and squeezed my head in her hands.

“Yes baby!” she said, “Lick it, lick it! Oh god that feels so good! Look up, look at me while you do it. Oh yeah, just like that baby, that’s so nice, really nice. Ok, enough; I’m ready, you’re ready.”

She pulled my face up to hers. “Some ladies, most, don’t like the taste of pussy. I’m an exception.” She said as she kissed me, holding my face in one hand as her other found my penis again, and guided it to her open slot.

“Easy now.” She whispered, “Push it in slowly, yes.”

Oh, that feeling; that weird wonderful wetness, the perfect pressure, the excited face of my lover as I penetrate her; it was my first time, and maybe the best. There would be many others, and they were all great too. This part of the story is about Nadja though.

“Now baby, here’s the challenge. Make me come, give it to me good and hard, but don’t come yourself.”

“Ok.” I said, and started to do it.

This was amazing; because it was the first thing I ever did in my life that I seemed to be good at. I slid my hard young penis in and out of the old woman until she came; there was no doubt about that. Yeah, she came hard, and I almost lost it. I had to stop for a moment until the pressure eased off, then I went back to fucking her.

We said nothing, our communication was physical. I looked into her face, such a pretty face really, or it seemed to be while I was fucking her anyway. She had a great mouth, the curl of her lips usually smiling when her clear eyes looked in my direction. She had a cute little button nose, and I just had to pause to kiss her again for a brief moment.

I fucked her steadily as her fingers on my ass set the rhythm. It took a while, and I was starting to tire when her breathing changed; her fingers insisted I speed up, her mouth went slack, and I knew it was the second coming.

“Come with me baby.” She told me, “Give it to me, squirt it in there!”

I came like I’d never come before; she moaned and held me tight as I delivered her order. My mind warped as I stared into the eyes of my unsuitable lover, my body and hers joined in passion, my healthy young semen pumping into her infertile tubes as we held each other tight, and for that moment, I loved her. The emotion was fleeting, yet powerful. Intoxicating I suppose.

When it was over, we lay together for a while, touching.

“How do you feel now?” she asked, “Do you want to go home?”

“Uh, no, not really.” I said.

She smiled; “Well, you’re welcome to stay if you want. Do you need to call your folks or anything?”

“No.” I said.

I woke from the deepest, most restful sleep I could remember. I didn’t know where I was for a few seconds, and then it all came back to me. Nadja was in the kitchen, making breakfast in a heavy bathrobe.

We ate in silence, sharing the occasional smile.

“So, you remember I said we can only do it once, right?” she asked.

“I remember.” I said regretfully.

“Well, maybe we can do it twice. But that’s the limit!” she said. “Want to share a bath?”

“Yes.” I agreed.

It was heaven; the warm water, her hands on my cock, her tits floating on the surface as we talked.

“Are you still struggling with your grades?” she asked.

“Yeah; I’ll graduate but just barely.”

“No college for you then. What will you do?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’ll see what I can get, you know.”

“You need to find a high achieving wife, then you can be a househusband.” She said, half joking. “All you need to do is grow a bit. Well, a lot.”

“Yeah, out of my control.” I said as she put her toe in my mouth. I sucked it, it was nice.

“HGH, that’s what you need.” She said, “Human growth hormone.”

“Isn’t it expensive?”

“Yeah, probably. Come on, let’s dry off before we wrinkle up. Well, I’m already wrinkled, haha!”

We went back to bed and made love into the afternoon; I loved the feeling of her small body in my arms, of touching and kissing her everywhere, of the way she laughed and giggled as I licked her wet snatch.

Nadja went down on me, I was lying on my back with my legs open and she sucked me slowly while looking into my eyes. The sensation was better than I’d ever imagined; She sucked me deep, then pulled her face up to smile at me as my penis cooled for a few seconds before going at me again.

It was making me crazy; the sensations that she was producing changed me forever. I understood then why virgins were called “innocent”, uncorrupted by the knowledge that such sensations could be had. I looked into her happy old eyes as she sucked my young cock, and I knew she’d been right about doing it only once. I was already addicted to her, to sex, to the ecstasy of touch, of physical love.

“Come in my mouth.” She instructed me before lowering her head again. Oh man, what an orgasm!

“MMM!” she moaned appreciatively as I ejaculated, “MMM! MMM!”

She swallowed and sucked hard, she sucked my heart and soul out of me and ate it all, consumed me without seeming to notice.

I knew in my mind that I was just a bit of fun to her; that this experience was driving me crazy because I wasn’t used to it yet. Knowing that didn’t stop me from wanting her more than I’d ever wanted before.

“You’re good at it.” She said later as we cuddled. “You have a nice cock too. not the biggest, but plenty big enough to get the job done, know what I mean?”

I kissed her in answer.

“Ok, I’m serious about this being the last time, unless, well, unless...”

“What?” I asked.

“Sex with you is great, I just don’t want to get complicated, emotionally you know, and good sex just does. But if you do it with one or two other women in between, then we could do it again.”

I laughed; “Not much chance of that.” I told her, “You’re the only woman that ever looked at me.”

“I have some friends who might go further than that if you let them. Have you ever noticed how everyone seems to find similar people? Well, I know a lot of single mature women. Who like young guys; maybe not as young as you, but I can talk them into it.”

“So, you want to set me up with someone?” I asked doubtfully.

“I know this woman, she’s very sensual. Only you have to help her around the house too. No? ok, forget it. I won’t mention it again, if you want to meet her just let me know.”

Back at school, I tried to flirt with girls my own age, but all I got was rejection, scorn, or indifference. After my brief intense time with Nadja, I was confident I could satisfy a girl in bed; school girls are looking for qualities I didn’t have.

Yet.

I called Nadja.

“Hey, nice to hear from you.” She said, “I’ve been thinking about you and your cute little hard thing. So, have you managed to get a date?”

“No.”

“Ready to meet my friend?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, good. I want something from you though, quid pro quo you know. I want you to bring a friend for me. A nice horny young high school boy!”

“I don’t have any friends.” I told her.