Cj & Me
Copyright© 2025 by Arking
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - This is our story, CJ, a teenager, and a very much older woman, me. How we met, how we connected, how we coped with the many dramas such a relationship can have. Through heartache and pain, and so many happy moments, there are some very erotic sexual passages, all blended into the context of a life's journey. If you like, consider The OWLs Club and Hannah's Way.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub Rough Oral Sex Violence
“A few, and there are a couple I wouldn’t attempt to ‘get to know’” came her reply.
“What about the boys?” I asked.
“What about the boys?” she questioned.
“Have you actually had them all?” she laughed again, “It is all a myth, spread by the boys themselves, I’ve been with a couple and they brag about it, you know the ‘older woman’ thing. But no not all of them and in fact I have no desire to.”
She took my hand as we started to walk back “And before you ask, No I haven’t fucked Paul.”
It did wander through my mind, but I had dismissed it almost immediately. I know Paul too well, he might think about it but if nothing else he is loyal.
As we walked back, she casually asked if I was interested to going to meet some of her friends this Sunday afternoon. “It is a bit of a pool party.”
I shrugged, “I guess so” I answered, “Will there be anyone there I know?”
This time Macca shrugged, “I doubt it, they tend to be a bit older, a bit more mature than our little group.”
“How old?” I asked inquisitively.
“Older than me, more of a sophisticated group of likeminded women” Macca answered as she winked at me. A fear and a sense of excitement went through me at the same time, instantly I was nervous and wondered what might happen.
“What time?” I asked.
“Oh good” came the reply, “I’ll pick you up at 2, OK” I nodded, as we came back into the world of music, boys, their booze and a lot of laughing and noise. Macca let go of my hand and wandered off to get a drink, all the while dancing with anyone who stood in her way. I sat down in the sand, lost in my deep thoughts.
What just happened?
How did she know I liked girls?
Does everybody know?
What will my Mum say?
Why did it feel so good?
Should I cum every time I have sex?
Why doesn’t Paul make me cum?
These and many other questions will haunt me for a short while yet.
I looked up to find Paul handing me a Coke. “You OK?” He asked. I smiled and nodded.
Paul drove us home later that night. The old Holden had a bench seat and 3 on the column, a manual, I sat almost on top of him, and changed the gears, when he used the clutch. I was quiet on the drive home, which wasn’t that unusual, but Paul did sense something was up. He asked me numerous times if I was OK and what was the matter. Then being the man-boy he was becoming, he wanted his way with me.
We petted and I tried to look interested and participate, he fumbled and fondled, or was it fondled then fumbled. Like most other times I took the lead and got his cock out and hard, in two seconds flat, I wiggled out of my bathers, giggled, smiled, kissed him, and pretended. Then he had his wicked way with me.