Chapter 1: Joanne

I heard the boom boom boom of a distant party, one of those pop-up raves or whatever. My parents were fundamentalist evangelists, they said those were Satan’s congregations. My school friends went to them and had fun.

It sounded so close; I snuck out of the house, and took my bike through the darkness, towards the sound and light of sin.

Yeah, I didn’t believe in all that. But I’d learned to pretend, because my parents went ballistic on me for the slightest transgression.

There were people dancing, reveling, the sound was tremendous. I locked my bike and found myself amongst them, I recognized a couple of kids from my school. I danced, and felt a joy I’d never known. Not from the sound or the music, just from being one with the crowd.

Then She was looking at me; flirting. She was small and blond, I wasn’t sure how old she was, I thought maybe 14. Too young to be dangerous, I felt protective towards the girl. I danced with her, a few feet apart, her eyes shining at me in the dim light. Nothing could happen. I thought.

The music stopped for two seconds, and in the short pause, she embraced me. I was really shocked; no one did that, except my mother on very rare occasions. The small warm body my arms were wrapped around thrilled me in a way I didn’t understand. My hands roamed, her waist, her back, her little head. Which tilted up and smiled, and I kissed her. That was bad; or was it? What’s wrong with a kiss?

The music boomed again, everyone was moving around us, we stood still, our mouths locked in a tight embrace.

I thought the hug and kiss was the end, my wayward limit. Ha! It was just the thin edge of a great wedge of carnal pleasure. Because she wasn’t 14. She was a small thirty year old woman.

The music started again and I released her, thinking that was as far as it was going to go. Instead of stepping away, she sort of slid herself against me, grinning up at me, her hands still around my back as her thigh pressed against the lump in my trousers. Then we saw the blue flashing lights approaching; Shit! I’d get arrested and they’d call my parents and I’d be grounded for a century. She looked at me, I pointed, she saw.

My new friend grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the still largely oblivious crowd, away from the noise and lights, across a road, down a side street, the lights of a parked car blinked as she unlocked it.

She laughed as we got away, and I realized she must be older than I’d thought, because she had a car and could drive it.

It would be light soon, I needed to get home before anyone figured out I was missing. Then she spoke, and I was sort of shocked to realize that we hadn’t exchanged a word until that point.

“Want to come back to mine?” she asked in a musical accent I didn’t place at first. She was a foreigner! That meant whatever happened, probably no one would ever find out. Anonymous, secret, safe.

“Sure.” I said.

To my surprise, she pulled into a motel. “I’m staying here until I get a flat sorted.” She told me as the car pulled to a stop. Scottish or Irish. Oh my god, this was it! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

I told myself that I didn’t believe in my parent’s mumbo jumbo hell and damnation religion. This though ... to enter that door with this woman I’d met 30 minutes before, that portal was (according to my parents) the entrance to hell. This was pure temptation, pure sin, there was no excuse.

The car blinked and locked as she opened the motel room door. We stumbled inside, fell onto a bed, hands and kisses, clothes disappeared, hand on my cock, tongue in my mouth, my mind was in a state of pure bliss.

I’d escaped my parent’s crazy restrictive hold. Whatever punishment I received for this, it was worth it.

Her tits were small, her ass tight, her hair ragged and shoulder length. She put a condom on me and rolled onto her back, short legs open wide in clear unequivocable invitation. My iron hard cock slid into her wet welcoming vagina. Oddly, while the genital thing was wonderful, it was the rest of her that really thrilled me. Her hands, her mouth, her shining eyes, the way she just wanted me.

Ok, the smooth wet pussy was good too.

I almost came, and then I thought of my mother; disapproval, anger, condemnation.

My pending orgasm was postponed, and I continued to pump the small Scottish woman as she came loudly, pounding my ass with her feet ecstatically as she moaned in pleasure.

Of course I’d masturbated through plenty of orgasms by myself; I liked orgasms. This was a different thrill though, this sexy woman groaning and coming against me with my hard cock deep inside her, that was a mind bending experience.