Chapter 10: Alicia

After I had plucked her virginity flower, as promised I began to tell her the story of losing my virginity.

“Did I tell you that my parents decided to join a naturist club when I was about fourteen Linda? No? Well, they did.”

“That was a real revelation for me; as a fourteen-year-old in those days the only way you could get acquainted with the female body was through the occasional lingerie catalog you could get your hands on or the ultimate find, bikini photos of one of the French movie sex goddesses like Brigitte Bardot or Mylène Demongeot or Jane Fonda, who although American, worked in France at the time, shooting the movie Barbarella, directed by her husband of the moment Roger Vadim. There were even occasional, so-called illegal fully nude photos of women, circulating around school.”

“So when they took me to this camping site just across the border in the Netherlands all of a sudden I was dumped into paradise with loads of Eve’s, of all ages of course, but there were quite a few of my age or just a few years older already sporting nice womanly features.”

“My hormones were raging through my body: I jerked off like crazy. Luckily for me, my parents slept in a caravan and I had a little tent on the side giving me total privacy at night to indulge in my early masturbation adventures. They kept the membership going until I was close to seventeen and a half, in my last year of middle school.”

“Leaving middle school and moving on to college I was again surrounded by loads of beautiful, nubile females who, me being a bit of a nerd, all turned up their noses at me, not giving me the time of day. Consequently, I mainly stayed with the boys and befriended a few, also nerdy guys who were not into sports as this was of absolutely no interest to me. We were referred to as the ‘nerd club’ because when you didn’t do sports or watch sports you were automatically labeled a nerd.”

“Even today you won’t find me going crazy about a football match or cycling on TV. I was already more into photography, not model photography mind you, but strictly nature, plants, animals, and the like. My ultimate wish in those days was to go on safari to photograph wild animals in Africa, which come to think of it I never did. I have to admit though I did go to Africa once but then only sampled some of the female population. Anyway, I am deviating from my subject.”

“I had this particular friend George, the same age as I. He was a single child like me and his mother Alicia was also single and 36, exactly double his age and consequently mine. Later, when I met her for the first time I found out that she was a good-looking brunette, small, but with a very toned body, and sporting medium size boobs. She definitely didn’t look 36 more like 26, very friendly and very open-minded, extremely open-minded as I found out later. I was almost like a second son to her, I could visit as I pleased and she always made me feel very welcome.”

“I could talk about anything with her. One particular evening when I was visiting, she was home alone; George had gone to the cinema with a girl from college he was dating.”

Seated at the living room table, she asked, “Why aren’t you out like George, with a girl?”

“What can I say, the story of my life, girls are absolutely not interested in me.”

“Oh, and why’s that?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea, I am usually friendly and polite, but still none of them are interested in going out with me, probably because I am labeled as a nerd. I must admit that I am not the spitting image of James Bond, and on the rare occasion I get invited to a party and venture on the dancefloor with a girl, I see all the guys kissing their partners but I never dare to do that and then when I finally decide I am going to do it, the girl I am targeting has already found another partner and is busy kissing him.”

“You poor thing. Why is it then that you are so shy?”

“I’m afraid I’ll do it all wrong, I have never kissed a girl properly; I mean what they call a French kiss.”

“You have never kissed or been kissed by a girl?”

“No Alicia, and the way my life is going it won’t happen anytime soon.”

“We can’t let that happen, no way.”

“How would you feel about kissing or being kissed by an old hag like me?”

“Come on Alicia you are absolutely not an old hag. You are one, if not the, most beautiful woman I know; I even have to admit that I sometimes dream about you.”

Upon saying that I turned completely red in the face.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I am flattered appearing in an eighteen years old’s dreams. Well, I still have that question hanging for you about kissing me or being kissed by me.”

“Would you Alicia?”

“Would you really kiss me?” Without further ado, Alicia bent over and put her lips on mine.

It felt like soaring through the skies.

“How was that for you?”

“Oh my God, I have been to heaven and back.”

All matter of factly, Alicia replied, “Good let’s practice some more then.”

“Are you?...”

Before I could say, “sure,” Alicia’s lips were back on mine and this time I felt the tip of her tongue tickling my lips, trying to get in. Opening my mouth, not knowing what to do, I clumsily responded with my tongue.

Alicia drew back, “Wow take it easy, feel the way my tongue moves and try to imitate that, light feathery movements like you would taste wine swirling it around your tongue but swirl your tongue around mine.”

She resumed her kiss and I tried to do what she was doing, the tip of my tongue sort of tickling the tip of hers and also feeling my way around her mouth and slowly turning around her tongue as she suggested. After a few minutes, we had to come up for air.

“Not bad, I will turn you into an excellent kisser yet.”

“You have absolutely no idea what this means for me Alicia, you are the first girl ever, uh, woman, I have properly kissed, I’ll remember this for the rest of my life.”

“I think you give me too much credit, but I think you got the hang of it, all you now need is practice.”

“Could I practice a little more with you please?”

“Yeah you can, but not today anymore, you need to go home now, I’ve got work to do.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said and took my leave, but not before I had given her a peck on her cherry lips again, though without tongue this time.

After this kissing session with Alicia I was wondering if she would allow me to play a little more with her, she looked and felt so enticing. The following nights, Alicia appeared more and more in my dreams even to the point that a week after our kissing session I had a wet dream featuring her as the main character. Waking up in the middle of the night I remembered vivid images of Alicia sitting on top of me with my dick inside her, pumping away, giving me the most wonderful orgasm when I felt myself ejaculate ... in my pajamas.

I really needed to do something; I needed to get laid by Alicia or anybody, even if it would be the last thing I did. The next day I returned to Alicia’s house. I knew that George wouldn’t come home quickly as he had told me he was spending the afternoon at his girlfriend’s home getting to know her parents. Extremely nervous, I rang the bell.

Nothing ... I waited.

I got even more nervous until, after about twenty seconds, which seemed to last like twenty minutes, I heard some noises inside the house. Alicia opened the door and believe it or not she was wearing a bathrobe and bath slippers. I couldn’t have imagined this in my wildest dreams, she was every postman’s wet dream come true.

“Oh it’s you, Lew, sorry it took me some time to come to the door but I was just finishing my shower. Please come in. What’s up?”

Alicia turned away from me, going back inside the house, and I followed like a little puppy, with my tongue almost hanging out, taking in her enticing buttocks swaying as she walked.

“Well did you follow my advice and practice your kissing?”

I couldn’t help myself and just grabbed her from behind, encircling her with my arms.

“Wow Lew, down boy.”

I was startled by my action and her reaction and let go of her immediately, going completely red in the face when Alicia turned and faced me.

“I am so sorry Alicia, I don’t know what came over me,” I stammered. “Please forgive me, I’ll go away immediately and leave you in peace.”

“No, no don’t be silly, I know what it feels like to be eighteen with hormones raging through your body. No harm has been done, so please come through so we can talk about this.”

I followed Alicia into the living room where she pointed to the sofa for me to sit down. She took up a spot on the other end of the sofa, tucking her legs under her butt like women usually do when they make themselves comfortable.

“So from your action and reaction, I guess you couldn’t find anybody to practice your kissing then; still too shy to ask a girl out?”

“Yes, and I must confess that you have been haunting my dreams more and more.”

“Wow haunting your dreams eh, I hope it wasn’t a nightmare?”

“No, it definitely was more...”

“Ah, a wet dream then?”

I bowed my head in shame, and quietly admitted to it.

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of; I’m even flattered that my old carcass still has that kind of powerful effect on a young virile man like yourself.”

“Why do you always refer to yourself as an old carcass Alicia, you are a goddess and I absolutely idolize you.”

“Wow that’s a bit dangerous, you can like a girl, even love a girl, but idolizing one is not really a healthy attitude.”

“But you are so beautiful, how can I express myself better then, so will you become my girlfriend?”

“Your girlfriend? That’s too much, after all, don’t forget I’m old enough to be your mother.”

“Yes that’s true; can you please forgive me?”

“Your attentions do wonders for my ego; to be idolized by a good-looking guy your age, but again idolization is not healthy. So how can we deal with this infatuation of yours in a healthy natural way?”

“Would you let me kiss you some more Alicia pleeeaaase!”

“Do you think that would help with your problem?”

“Oh yes, that would definitely help!”

“OK then, but remember what I told you before, gentle, gentle, gentle is the word!”

I quickly slid over to Alicia’s side of the sofa and took her very carefully and tenderly in my arms while coming closer and closer to her enticing mouth with my eager lips. Carefully, almost hesitantly, I pressed my lips to hers. Alicia responded by slowly opening her mouth a little and licking my lips, just with the very tip of her tongue. Remembering her words I responded with similar tongue movements, just my tip against hers, making little circles. After about thirty seconds I dared to push my tongue a bit deeper into her hot mouth, exploring further, making our tongues dance around each other.

This made me more daring, so I carefully tried to slide my hand into her bathrobe, trying to reach her breast. Alicia let me make my move but blocked my hand just before I reached my target.

“What are we trying to do Lew?”

“Uh, nothing really.”

“Weren’t you trying to feel your way to my boobs?”

“No, not really?”

“What then were you trying to achieve? Admit it, you want to feel my boobs don’t you?”

There was no way to avoid admitting that I indeed wanted to feel her boobs.

“If you want to feel my boobs, all you had to do was ask. I can only say no, and you might get a yes if you play your cards right.”

“Can I please see and feel your boobs, Alicia?”

“What should I say, maybe ... yes? But only if you are careful. Undo the sash of my robe and then carefully slide it open so you can see them.”

I started to fumble with the sash; I was extremely nervous and not really succeeding.

“Allow me!” Alicia said and took over, untying the knot around her waist, and with both hands slowly sliding the top part of her bathrobe open, unveiling the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen in my life, well that’s the way it felt anyway. I had seen loads of boobs during my years in the nudist camp, but I was never allowed to touch any of them, except with my eyes, so you can imagine how nervous I felt, I was about to touch my very first breast, boob, tit, mammary, knocker.

Tentatively I reached out, very gently taking hold of this fleshy mound that makes us boys go absolutely crazy. I squeezed one a bit, it felt so soft. My thumb went almost automatically over the areola and the nipple, which I felt stiffen upon my touch.

“Oh yes Lew that is exactly the way to handle a woman’s boobs, gently, don’t squeeze too hard, and, oh yes, tickle the nipple just like you are doing right now. You can touch the other one as well if you like.”

I didn’t need an engraved invitation to start doing just that. Both my hands were now touching, playing with, and feeling the objects of our passion, FEMALE BOOBS!

“Wow, they are...” I simply had no words to describe how I felt and how they felt to my eager hands. While handling Alicia’s breasts we had stopped kissing as this required all my attention, visual as well as physical. Alicia’s robe had opened a bit more with both my hands on her mounds, exposing her stomach, midriff and enticing belly button, and even a small patch of pubic hair.

I couldn’t help myself and bent forward placing a light kiss on her left nipple followed by a featherlike lick. Drawing my head back I saw that it was now a bit wet from my saliva. I even thought I detected a light moan escaping Alicia’s lips. She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled it towards her right boob as if wanting me to adorn it too with a kiss and give it a lick. After the lick, she pressed a bit harder basically begging me to start sucking on the growing nipple. I very happily obliged while I continued massaging the left one with my hand. I could now, distinctly, hear Alicia moaning. She also began moving her pelvis, pressing it forward inviting me to continue my exploration of her enticing body.

“Who am I to not respond to such an invitation,” I thought, so my left hand started to wander from her left boob downwards towards her nether region. Sliding over her stomach across her belly button, then tentatively entering the forbidden forest of her pubic hair.

“Oh God this feels so good!” she whispered.

In the meantime, I was sporting a raging hard-on in my pants, making me uncomfortable. Alicia’s bathrobe was now completely open: only her arms were still holding it up by the sleeves. She felt it was restricting her and me in our movements and stood up to remove it completely. She did that standing in front of me as I was still sitting down. I also tried to get up, but she pushed me down again.