Chapter 2

I went surfing, the sunlight sparkling from the frothy waves as I thought of her. I played volleyball with the locals in the afternoon, jumping higher and hitting harder than usual.

She came over to my place again the next morning and we had sex again. The physical act was the same as before, just as exciting and wonderful to experience but there’s nothing more to say about it.

I asked her to stay with me, and she thanked me for the offer but said she didn’t want to hurt the junkie she was living with.

“I told him about you, the boy who doesn’t take drugs and can get an erection and make love with me, and I told him if he stops using heroin he could have me instead of his drug.” She told me as she wrapped herself in a thin cloth she wore as clothing. “He’s such a nice boy and he’s a little bit in love with me, so maybe I can help him.” She said. “Remember that I’m not your girlfriend!”

She was just using me for sex, how could I complain?

I knew the score, but I didn’t want her to leave yet.

“So what was the argument you had with your boss?” I asked, “Why was she upset with you being with her son? Was he married or something?”

Emmanuelle laughed, her sweet face brightening as she sat on the edge of my bed to tell the story.

“She was upset because she thought he was too young. But that was exactly the point, the boy was fifteen and he needed someone with experience to teach him about lovemaking.

Bernadette was my friend more than my boss, that’s why it hurt us both so much. She let me live in a spare room in her apartment over the shop, and we all ate as a family. I used to tell her all about my troubles with my boyfriends and the lovers I’d had. I suppose she thought I’m too experienced.

So Jean, the son of my boss, used to look at me in a hungry way, especially if I was not fully dressed, like on my way to the bathroom. And I thought I could help this boy through this difficult thing in his life, and he was such a beautiful boy and very nice too. He always spoke well, and he did his small chores around the house, and his school work, not like I was at his age. He’s pale with yellow hair, blue eyes, and very fine skin. I noticed that his eyes would follow me around when he thought I didn’t see.

One evening his mother was out with her boyfriend, and I saw through a mirror Jean was looking at my chest as I cleaned in the kitchen. I realized my nipples were showing through, and as I thought about him looking at them, I felt a little bit excited and they pushed through some more. I realized that I was getting a little bit damp in my vagina as he stared at me, and I was teasing him a little bit.

I didn’t think about it too much, it seemed like fun. He knew I had two boyfriends and I wanted one less, not one more.

I thought of him masturbating while thinking of me, I wondered how boys do that and I thought I must see it one day. And I had an urge to go have a shower so I could masturbate and think of him.

The more I thought about it, the more my nipples protruded through my shirt, and I was getting myself wound up with my little fantasy. So, well, as you know I think people should do what they feel, because it’s only natural.

“Jean, are you looking at my breasts?” I asked him.

“No!” he answered, and I laughed because the lie was so funny, and he laughed too.

“It’s ok.” I told him, “I don’t mind. Only you know you shouldn’t normally stare at a woman’s body, because most would find it very rude.”

“Yes, yes of course.” He said, and his white face turned red which was very sweet.

“You don’t have a girlfriend?” I asked him, “Why not?”

“I’m too bashful.” He told me, “I don’t know what to say, my mouth goes dry when I want to talk to a girl.”

“But you talk to me.”

“Yes.” He said.

“And you look at my breasts.”

“Yes.” He said, looking from my face to my nipples, his eyes wide and he looked quite happy, but also excited and afraid.

“Would you like it if I took off my shirt?” I asked him impulsively, and I immediately regretted the words. But it was too late to take it back.

“Oh, yes please!” he said, and he was so nice and sweet I couldn’t refuse.

He looked at my bare breasts, so excited, even though he’d been to the beach where every woman was bare chested and many had bigger better breasts than I did. Then he stood, and suddenly I was afraid. He was not fully grown, but he was as tall as I, and much stronger. We were alone in this small space, and I’d teased him too much.

He held up his hands towards me and I was against some furniture, unable to escape.

“May I?” he asked, so polite and sweet that my fear disappeared and I had to nod yes.

His hands pressed on my small breasts, his fingers squeezing gently as we stared at each other, and we both knew that we’d gone too far to stop.

His fine young hands touched me gently, sensuously, his fingers trying to squeeze but as you know, there isn’t much there.

We were silent for a long few minutes, just his ragged breath and Excited face as I allowed him to fondle my chest.

I was so aroused by this, my vagina was crying for attention. I could feel my underwear was wet now, but I told myself no, this time I must resist.

His hands left my nipples, and slid around my ribs to my back. His face was just a centimeter from mine, he didn’t drink or smoke like my boyfriends did, so his breath was clean too.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” I asked him.

“No, never.” He said, his hands warm on my back.

“You know I have two boyfriends and that’s one too many.” I told him seriously, “So I can let you kiss me and feel around, but you understand you can’t be number three.”

“Yes, of course.” He said.

“Ok, so long as you understand, you may kiss me if you want.” I told him.