Chapter 5

We left the restaurant and went back to my house. It was strange that my mom was gone. She had left a note saying she was out on a date and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow afternoon.

“Tomorrow! Oh crap!” I said.

“What? Does it bother you that your mom will spend the night with a man?”

“It’s a woman if my memory serves me correctly. No. Tomorrow is the day my grandfather will have his first and second heart attacks.”

“Oh, that is bad.”

“Yes, and he will have four more over the next three days, with the last one killing him.”

“Is there anything you can do to stop him from dying?”

“Well ... maybe. Will you help me?”

“Of course! What do you have in mind?”

“I need to go over in the morning, and I want you there to back me up. If we can convince him or my grandmother to get him to the hospital before the heart doctor leaves for his vacation tomorrow night, he will probably make it.”

“Ok, what time should I come over?”

“You were planning on leaving?”

“Well, yes. My parents will have a fit if I am not home by midnight.”

“Oh,” I guess I hadn’t thought about that part.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, smiling, “Well, we have three hours yet.”

I gulped. “Are you agreeing to what I think you are agreeing to?”

“Maybe, but you must convince me to go there.”

“I take it that means you will not go there easily.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“Tim, I may regret this, but treat me like you treated Annette on your first date.”

That was clear to me. After all, I did have this habit of bedding the girls I loved on the first date. Well, three of them, anyway. However, I learned a few things along the way.

So, I took Beth in my arms and kissed her with all the passion I felt for her. She was an excellent kisser. I led her to my room and realized I had a problem. I said, “drat!”

“What is it?”

“I forgot to buy rubbers.”

She snickered, then said, “Thanks for thinking of it, but don’t worry, I have been on the pill since my miscarriage. They put me on them to adjust my flow and have kept me on.”

I just pulled her into my arms and kissed her at this news. We made love slowly and wonderfully that night.

It all started with the kissing. I almost stopped what I was doing. I mean, here I was with a rape victim, and my hands were beginning to roam all over her body. Then it occurred to me that I had heard many times that rape victims wanted to be treated as if they were expected.

There was going to be nothing ordinary about this night. Having all those years of experience, I was going to make sure Beth enjoyed herself before I even attempted penetration, and if she hesitated in the least, I would back off, knowing that it was the right thing to do.

We must have been kissing for ten minutes before I broke the kiss and started kissing her neck. God, she was so soft and so young. Beth was moaning like she wanted me to move faster.

I tell you guys out there that the real secret to making love with a woman is lots of kissing. It makes them wet before you even start on the good bits.

Beth was in a hurry because she was removing my shirt before I even tried to put my hands under her dress—the top part of it. Well, it was a dress, after all.

I slid the straps over her shoulders and kissed the spots where they had been. I figured it was time to go lower when she sniffed my ear in response. My hand started on the zipper in the back, and I slid it down slowly. She was squirming in anticipation as my mouth went to the top of her chest. I was surprised but pleased to find no bra under the dress as it slid between us. She was rubbing her hands over my chest when my mouth reached her left nipple.

I kissed it and licked at it in a way I knew was sure to drive a woman crazy. It worked just like every other time because Beth grabbed my head and pulled it to that perfect B-cup-sized breast. What could I do? I had to give her what she was asking for, didn’t I?

Beth was a quiet comer. I mean, she made very quiet moans of approval when she came. God, I had just made her come from breast stimulation alone. I was about to switch sides when she stood up quickly. Well, I thought that this was it. She has gotten scared.

“Get those clothes off before I rip them from your body!” she ordered as her dress dropped to the floor, followed shortly by the plain white panties.

I was frozen for too long at the vision before me because Beth started to undo my pants. I helped, and as soon as they were down to my knees, Beth had my cock in her mouth. I had to kick my shoes off to get the pants off, but the girl never let up.

I thought two could play this game, and I lifted her bottom up and over to my face.

She never let go of my cock as I did so. Then I plunged my tongue into her honey pot. Well, she was sweet, that was for sure. I took advantage of everything I had ever learned about muff diving and licked and sucked at her folds and clitoris. She was moaning almost the whole time.

I was experiencing something close to a hummer. I felt my balls tighten up, and the feeling was overcoming me quickly. I pulled my mouth away to warn her I was going to come, then went back to attacking her clitoris. She kept sucking till I fired my first load of the evening in her mouth. The poor thing tried so hard to keep up with it. But it oozed out around her mouth and down my shaft even as she swallowed most of it.

It took all my concentration, but I kept going on her clit, and she started to squirm like she was having her orgasm. So, I pressed one finger inside her folds as I sucked on her clit like it was a nipple. She couldn’t hold back the sounds this time. She still managed to not get above a whisper; however, she started to say ‘oh my God’ under her breath.

She rolled away, flipped herself upright, and said, “If that’s not your best, I am going to die when you get inside of me.”

I smiled, and she took three deep breaths before she swung her legs up over me and was sitting on the length of my cock. Fortunately, my body was sixteen. I was already hard again when she reached down to guide me inside. It was like having an angel touching your soul’s most private inner part.

She impaled herself on me so quickly I was waiting for a yelp or something.

She looked down into my eyes and said, “Don’t worry, part of my therapy was using a vibrator to prove to myself that it wouldn’t hurt.”

Shocking! Where did they find a therapist like that? I wondered. I could understand that kind of thing for an adult, but a minor! Then again, the changes in the new sex law were still a few years off.

She was moving slowly up and down my shaft. I don’t know how long we did that. It was like being in heaven. It was better than Jackie had ever been. That’s when it occurred to me that it was because this was about us and not about ourselves. We were making love the way Annette made love with me. Tenderly and lovingly. However, it was getting time for some natural movement.

“My turn,” I whispered.

“What?”

“To be on top!”

“Nope!” she shook her head in emphasis.

“No?”

She started moving up and down like a demon to prove her point.

“Oh, God!” I screamed as my body responded to her movements.

My testicles tightened up again to release yet another load. I was not disappointed when they did just that.

She acted like she had achieved some victory as my body shook from the orgasm I was having.

“I win.” She smiled down into my face as she slowed her movements to a stop.

I didn’t see it that way, so I said, “I think I was the winner.”

“What do you know? I have come six times so far. You have only come twice.”

“Six?” I looked at her in disbelief.

“I had to be very quiet with the vibrator; we didn’t want Dad to know I had it.”

“Oh!”

She smiled widely. When she looked at the clock, I looked at it, too. Wouldn’t you know it was only 10 p.m.?

She said, “I’ll bet I can come six more times before you come the next time.”

“How can you say that?”

She moved up and down a bit on my wilting shaft. And said, “Because now I will show you how girls do it until this thing gets hard again.”

“How do girls do it?”

“Just do me what I do to you, and I will make minor adjustments.”

What did I have to lose?

“Whatever you want, love.”

Oh! I got a kiss as if I had just said I do! Then I realized that I had called her ‘love.’ I thought about it and decided not to fight it. I had fallen in love with her.

Then The Three Thieves thought into our minds, ‘That is so sweet.’

‘Hey, we’re busy here,’ I thought back.

Strangely, I heard Beth say something similar in my mind. It must be because we are connected to the aliens at the moment.

‘Sorry to bother you, but we calculate that if you continue at the rate you are going, you two will pass out and not wake up until six in the morning.’

Now, that was terrible news.

Beth said, “Drat! Dad would ground me until I was twenty-one.”

“We could just snuggle and kiss for a bit.”

So that is what we did until 11:30. Then she hopped into the shower and dressed. I wanted to join her there, but I knew she would miss her curfew if I did.

“I love you, too,” she said, kissing me and leaving.

For the first time this round, I thought I did very well. At least Beth was pleased with the results. I watched as her car drove off. Thank God she would be back around eight a.m. But in the meantime, I was going to miss her.

Then I realized I was standing outside, in the nude! It was a good thing no one noticed. No wonder Beth was smirking like that when she drove off.

Saturday morning, we left my mom’s car at home for her. I knew how much she would need later if we could work this out. Beth took me to my grandparents’ house on the other side of town. We got there, and sure enough, Grandpa was trimming trees just like he said he had planned. That is why I was supposed to be here today to help him cut the trees. He had one of those long-arm saws that took a lot of work to use.

I introduced Beth to him. It was funny because Jackie had not come over with me as Beth had. My grandmother whisked her off to talk, and the two of us started to cut more branches off the trees. He was showing me how, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him I knew already. Come to think of it, he was the one that had taught me.

Around eleven, he started moving his arm around just like before. I only believed him when he said he had pulled a muscle. That’s when Beth, bless her soul, played ‘Doctor Beth.’ She came out with a tray of lemonade and a bottle of aspirin. I had suggested the aspirin. The benefits weren’t widely known yet, but Beth agreed I learned more than she did.

Grandpa didn’t even object when she gave him two for his pulled muscle. He took them right down with his lemonade. As soon as he felt better than before the break, he announced it was time to return to work. Not much work is left now; we will be done before lunch. He got up and started back in on the oak. I was amazed that he didn’t continue to rotate his arm around like he had done the last time.

We had lunch, and I told him I was concerned about his arm. Again, he said it was only a pulled muscle. Beth then said that it was also the first sign of a heart attack. Since Grandma already knew she planned on becoming a doctor, it was ‘the gospel truth, according to Beth.’ She insisted that he go to the hospital and get checked out. He grumbled about it, but he agreed with Grandma on our side. We took his car and drove to the hospital.