Chapter 1

I’d known her for a long time; well, it seemed long to me because I was just a 15 year old kid then. I guess it was only a few years.

It was a hot summer night and it was late. I was walking home and she called to me from her dark porch.

“Joan? Is that you?” I asked, stopping.

“What are you doing out so late Justin?” she asked.

“Just hanging out.” I said, “Why are you lurking in the dark there?”

“I had a date tonight, it didn’t go very well.” She said in the darkness. “So I’m just sitting here feeling sorry for myself.”

“Why, what happened?” I asked, climbing her steps.

She was twice my age, just a friend, a neighbor. We talked a lot. I don’t know why, but we always had something to say to each other.

“I thought it was going fine, he took me out, brought me home, third date so I asked him in, and then he sort of scurried off.”

“Scurried? What do you mean scurried?” I laughed.

“Scurried, pulled up his trousers and off he went.”

“Whoa now; he had his pants off?

Now, we talked a lot, about all sorts of things, but not these things, not like this.

“Yes well third date you know, he seemed well keen, but then; well, to be candid, it seemed as though he couldn’t ... he couldn’t, um, you know.”

“Get it up?” I asked.

“Exactly!” She agreed. “I would have made allowances, it happens you know, well, not at your age I’m sure, but the men I date, well, it happens.”

We sat in silence for a minute. The street lights were obscured by summer foliage and the crickets were making a racket.

“Cup of tea?” she asked.

We always drank tea, a lot of tea, and we talked a lot. Maybe I already said that.

It was late and I wanted to go home and sleep, but she seemed to need company. And we were friends so I said “Sure.”

“Come on inside.” She said, and I followed her into her little apartment. She switched on the light as I came in, the sudden brightness blinded me for a moment and then I saw her.

“Wow!” I said, because she was dressed up and she never dressed up. A tight colorful dress, and high heels, and stockings, and makeup, and ear rings, and her shoulder length straw blond hair was gleaming and swept back.

She did a little twirl, and the dress flared a bit. Joan had nice legs. Short, but nice.

“Oh, you like that do you?” She laughed. “Well, I suppose you’re old enough to appreciate that sort of thing.”

She smiled at me; it wasn’t her usual smile. It was a different one, and it made my heart rate increase a little.

“Justin? Are you still a virgin?” she asked casually as she set the kettle.

“Yes.” I said with only a little embarrassment. We talked a lot, we knew each other well enough for her to ask.

“Any prospects on the horizon?” she asked, turning with a flash of prettiness to sit at her little kitchen table.

“No, none at all.” I said.

“Why not?” she asked, and we talked for a while and drank tea as usual.

Somehow, the conversation came back to her date.

“You know I don’t date much.” She said, “But when I do I make an effort and I like to get a result. I mean, I had it in my hand and all. I’m sure it would have gone ok after a bit, but he said it’s too hot and scurried.”

“After pulling his pants up.”

“Right, and pulling on his shoes.” She added.

We sipped in silence for a minute. I wasn’t sure I knew this night Joan at all. She was different to my daytime Joan, she was a little weird.

“I guess I’d better get going.” I said, standing up.

“Ok.” She said. “Can I have a hug before you go? A hug would make me feel better.”

We never hugged or anything, we just talked a lot. But we were friends so I agreed.

She was so small that even in her heels she was shorter than me, and I wasn’t full grown yet. I was surprised at how soft her body felt, how it sort of molded itself to me, and how one of her thighs pressed between mine.

“Squeeze me tight.” She said softly, “Hold me, that’s lovely. Oh, I can tell you don’t have any problem with the heat.”

My cock was inflating against her thigh and I was suddenly terrified, but at the same time I didn’t want to let go.

We just stood there like that for a minute, erection, thigh, chest, breasts, fingers moving down my back.

“Do you still want to go home?” she asked in an odd raspy voice I’d never heard her use before.

I hesitated; did she mean she wanted me to stay, and ... FUCK?

I liked her, and she was good looking too. It seemed right, but to tell the truth, I was afraid.

“Are you feeling afraid?” she asked.

“Yes.” I admitted.

“Me too.” She said.

“Really?”

“Yes, it’s always like that at the beginning, it’s part of it.” She told me.

My first lesson.

She was looking up at me, smiling, holding, waiting.

I lowered my mouth and she kept hers there until mine reached it, and we kissed.

That was my first kiss; a woman twice my age, with clear intent.

It was a good kiss too. It was soft, sensual, unhurried, and exciting. I stood there in her room, kissing, holding, fondling, and my reality shifted.

I’d never known anything like it; the pleasure, the thrill of her touch as her hands slid up under my shirt, smooth and wonderful. I never wanted it to stop.

“Shall we get undressed?” She asked me.

I felt weird, sort of like I wasn’t me anymore. Because I wasn’t a boy who had sex with hot adult women, or anyone for that matter.

“Ok.” I said.

We broke apart and took our clothes off; my cock stood out like a tree limb, free at last. I’d never been naked in front of anyone; I felt some trepidation, a little embarrassment, but mostly it was fine.

Joan took off her nice dress, then her high heeled shoes, then carefully rolled her stockings down her legs. I watched excitedly as she took off her underwear. We faced each other, woman and boy, friends about to become lovers, both naked, exposed, vulnerable.

Her eyes roamed up and down my tall young body, and stopped at my stiff penis.

“You’re beautiful.” She told me.

“So are you.” I said.

Like I said, she was small. Petite. She had thin blond hair to her shoulders, and brown eyes. Her teeth were yellowed because she used to smoke, and one was crooked. Her face was nice.

She had small tits, a thin waist, and a really tight round ass. Her pubic hair was trimmed, a little yellow patch.

She took my cock in her hand. The sensation was unexpected.

A blast of sensual pleasure shot from my penis to my brain, I shuddered and might have groaned.

“Come along.” She said and led me to her bed, keeping a firm grip.

She let go of my cock as she got into bed; she rolled onto her back and smiled.

What did that smile mean, I wondered? What did she really want? Just a fuck, one night of fun?

Did she want to be my girlfriend?

Most of the time I knew her she’d lived alone. But several times she had hot, short relationships. She changed then, became distant. She would dress up and all that, and hang on the guy like a love sick puppy.

In a week or two, it would end and she’d be the Joan I knew again. She would tell me of the guy dismissively, “Not what I need in my life.”, or “He was fun in the beginning but turned out to be just another asshole.”

She opened her knees wide; put her hands on her inner thighs and pulled a little. Her vagina was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Pink, shiny, symmetrical, desirable. I just stood there for a moment, staring.