Chapter 1

My wife died two years ago, and since then I've pretty much lived a loner's life. My only child, Candy, lived in an apartment with one of her girlfriends during her summer break from college, and even though she usually called me almost every day, we actually saw each other only about once a week.

The last two years had been rough ones, but I'd about worked my way through the grief over my wife's death and was beginning to feel periods of loneliness. Believing this was a sign that I reestablish a social life, I entertained thoughts of beginning to date. I'd heard all sorts of horror stories about what a jungle dating was for older, newly-single persons, so I had anxiety about getting into that arena. I was beginning to get incredibly horny, though, and even with frequent relieving of sexual urges with masturbation, I was starting to experience a driving urge for real female companionship. I was needing a flesh-and-blood woman, not the imaginary ones I conjured up in my erotic fantasies. I hoped to find a mature woman near my age who, like me, wanted only a physical relationship without too many emotional entanglements --just good, hot sex with no strings attached.

Before trying to date someone I hardly knew, I decided I would invite my daughter and her roommate out to dinner. I figured if I started with a comfortable, non-sexual encounter like taking the two girls out, asking an older woman would be easier. Besides, my daughter was going back to school the next week and it would be somewhat of a back-to-school going-away celebration.

I picked the girls up at 7:00 o'clock the next Friday evening. Although I had talked with her a few times on the telephone, it was the first time I had actually met Candy's roommate. Her name was Barbie, and the name fit her perfectly. She was blonde and willowy, just like a Barbie doll. And just like the doll, she had long legs that just seemed to go on forever. They were both dressed stylishly in tight mini-skirts and form-fitting tops that left few secrets about the contours of their bodies. Candy was a beautiful girl, but Barbie was just about her equal. I couldn't help but wonder why Barbie would be willing to spend an evening with an older man like me when she must have certainly had many offers from young studs her own age.

I took the girls to one of the better supper clubs in town and, after we got a table, ordered drinks. With a band playing some good soft music in the background, Candy and I chatted about her having to go back to school on the following Sunday. To get in some last moments with her before she left town, I agreed to come over and help her pack her car. Throughout this time, Barbie was very pleasant, smiling a lot, but didn't enter much into the conversation.

After a few minutes of listening to the band and chatting, I asked Candy to dance. When we got onto the dance floor, Candy told me that Barbie was a very sweet girl, but was somewhat on the shy side. I told her I was amazed that someone as pretty as she could be shy. Candy laughed and said that even if Barbie was pretty, she was still very shy, especially with men. She told me that she herself was dating a little that summer, but that Barbie would usually sit home and watch television. Sure, she got asked out on many occasions, but her shyness kept her from accepting. She urged me to ask Barbie to dance, that with her there she would probably accept.

When we got back to the table, I asked Barbie to dance the next dance with me. She got a surprised look on her face, and glanced quickly at Candy. Candy smiled and made a motion toward the dance floor with her head. With a shy smile, Barbie stood up and said, "Yes, I would love to dance."

The band was playing a nice golden-oldie, a slow piece that called for some old-fashioned slow dancing. Barbie came into my arms and her body almost melted against mine. She was almost as tall as I, and we seemed to fit together like two pieces of a jig-saw puzzle. After a few seconds, she murmured, "Oh, Mr. Larson, you're a good dancer. Most of the boys I know are pure clods on their feet." She put her head on my shoulder and snuggled her body even more closely against mine. "I just love slow dancing," she whispered into my ear.

She may have been enjoying our dancing together, but not nearly so much as I. The firm mounds of her breasts were pushing into my chest and her soft, rounded belly pushed up hard against my lower abdomen. It had been a long time since I had held a girl in my arms and I was savoring every second of it. Unfortunately, with it's having been so long since I had been in such close contact with a female body, I couldn't keep from reacting to the sensual stimulus. Against my wishes, even with gritting my teeth to try to avoid it, my penis began to harden and lengthen out down my trousers leg. "Oh, God," I thought, "I'm going to embarrass myself, and with Barbie being as shy as she is, she's going to be mortified." Instead of pulling away in embarrassment, though, Barbie pushed her groin hard against mine, squirming her hips against me. She whispered into my ear, "Am I the cause of that?"

"Yes, and I'm so sorry. I'm terribly embarrassed about something like this happening."

"Oh, please don't be embarrassed. It's really my fault for dancing so close. Besides, I'm very flattered by it. I wasn't sure I could cause that kind of reaction in a man. You're giving my ego a tremendous boost." With that, she pulled me so tight against her that I could feel the hard little nubbins of her nipples against my chest. We finished the dance almost glued together, silent, both of us enjoying the pleasant sensations of sexual flesh pressed against sexual flesh.

When the song ended, Barbie excused herself and went to the restroom and I went back to the table. My hard-on was evident, bulging out the front of my trousers. Candy arched an eyebrow and with a wry smile whispered, "Well, I see you really did enjoy dancing with her." I blushed a little in embarrassment about my condition, but no more was said about my obvious arousal. Barbie returned soon and the subject seemed to be dropped.

After we ate, we had a couple of after-dinner drinks and talked and laughed. Barbie no longer seemed so shy and grew more talkative and animated as the evening wore on. When I mentioned leaving, Barbie asked me to dance one more dance with her before we left. When we moved onto the dance floor, Barbie again molded her body against me, pressing her groin against mine, seeming to try to push her pussy into my once-again hard and throbbing cock. "You're coming over Sunday to help Candy get away to college aren't you?"

"Sure, just like I said I would," I answered.

"Well, after Candy leaves, will you come back into the apartment? There's something I need to talk to you about."

"Well, okay, I'll be glad to," I answered. "But why can't we talk about it now?"

"Because now's not a good time. It's something I'll be able to talk about only when the two of us are alone together." The song ended with those words and Barbie thrust her groin hard against mine, giving my cock one final feel of the indentation of her pussy. When we went back to the table, I was once against in an evident state of arousal, my cock a hard bulge under the fly of my trousers. I could see Candy's eyes take in the show, but she only gave me a knowing look and didn't comment.

We didn't say much on the way back to their apartment. When I let them out, Candy kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for taking them to dinner. Following suit, Barbie repeated the ritual. As I got into the car and closed the door, Candy said, "See you Sunday morning, Daddy."

"Yes, see you Sunday," Barbie repeated softly.

As I drove home, I recalled the feel of Barbie's body against mine and immediately got another hard-on. Under the shower that night I soaped up my cock and stroked it hard, imagining it was Barbie's hand performing the act. Jets of sperm shot out into the shower stall as my cock jerked in orgasm. I slept soundly that night, not even dreaming about what dark, mysterious subject Barbie wished to talk about.

Sunday morning I drove over to Candy and Barbie's apartment to help Candy get her clothes and gear loaded into her car. Candy had most of her stuff already packed in suitcases, boxes, and hanging garment bags. Altogether, between finishing the last of her packing and loading everything into the trunk and back seat of Candy's car, we finished in about two hours. Barbie prepared us some sandwiches and Cokes, and we sat down in the living room and ate lunch and rested. Candy said she needed to take a shower before leaving and asked me to stay until she left so she could kiss me good-bye.

While I was waiting, I finally had time to take a good look at Barbie. It was worth the effort, because I liked what I saw. She was dressed in a pair of extra-short shorts and a tight-fitting tank top. Her lack of a bra was obvious from the way her nipples and the dark circles of her areolas showed through the thin fabric of her top. Her shorts pulled up so tightly into her crotch that the crease of her vagina was clearly defined. Her long legs were very shapely, with smoothly fleshed thighs and firm calves. If she hadn't been so young, almost the same age as my daughter, I would have found her sexually attractive. "Hell," I thought to myself, "who am I fooling. I AM attracted to her. It was she I thought about when I jerked off the other night. And it was she who got me so hot and bothered when we danced together. Kid or no kid, she is a fine-looking woman, and I would make love to her if the occasion were right."

Barbie saw me looking at her and gave me a soft, gentle smile. Still smiling at me, she slowly spread her legs apart and moved her hands up and down her thighs, caressing them with light strokes. I envied her hands, wishing that it were mine doing the stroking. Of its own volition, my cock swelled to where I had a semi-erection. The last thing in the world I wanted was for Candy to come back into the room and find me lusting after her roommate. I quickly switched my thoughts over to Candy and her trip back to Austin and my cock gradually returned to normal. Just in time, too, for at this time Candy came back into the room, all ready to leave for her trip.

Barbie and I walked Candy out to her car. She gave Barbie a hug and then she hugged me. The hug was unlike any she had given me before. She pushed her body against mine and her groin pressed against mine. Still slightly tumescent, my cock started once again to harden. I quickly pulled back, not wanting Candy to know how I was reacting to her hug. She kissed me on the lips instead of the cheek, and her lips were wet and slightly parted. In automatic reaction, I spread my lips apart to match hers. Her tongue darted out and brushed lightly across my lower lip. She broke the kiss, a look of regret on her face. "I almost wish I weren't leaving," she said softly. "But I'll be back in about a month. Keep the home fires burning. Good-bye Daddy. Bye-bye, Barbie. See you in about a month." She drove off, leaving Barbie and me standing on the curb.

I was in somewhat of a state of shock, hardly believing what had just happened. Unless I had completely misconstrued Candy's actions, she had just made sexual overtures to me. Just the thought of that possibility filled be with a powerful feeling of concupiscence. All the repressed desires I had ever felt for my daughter came to the surface and made me realize how much I would like to make love to her. I groaned internally and told myself that I was a fool for even having such thoughts, that what I was thinking was only the stuff of perverted erotic fantasies, not real life.

At this time I felt Barbie's hand on my arm. "Well, she's off to school. In a way I envy her, being able to go off to school, while I go to school here in town. Oh, well, Rice is just as good a school as Texas, and we'll both end up with good degrees." I realized that she had missed the interplay between Candy and me, and I was relieved. God, what would she think of me if she thought I was lusting after my own daughter. Lusting after Barbie was bad enough, but having sexual thoughts about Candy was even more perverted.

"Mr. Larson, can you come in now and talk with me?"

"Barbie, for Pete's sake, call me Joe. Calling me Mr. Larson makes me feel like I'm a tottering old man."

Barbie laughed and said, "Okay, Joe it is. And you're sure not a tottering old man. At least I hope you're not, cause that would spoil everything."

"What do you mean, 'everything'?"

Barbie took my hand in hers and pulled me toward her door. "Come on in and I'll tell you about it."

"Is this what you said you needed to talk to me about?" I asked.

"Yes, that's what it's about."

We went into Barbie's living room and she closed the door behind us. I sat down on the sofa and she sat in the chair across from me, just as she had done earlier. Barbie softly cleared her throat and said, "Mr. Lar... er, Joe, do you think I'm attractive?"

"Barbie, you're not just attractive, you're a beautiful girl," I answered without any hesitation.

"Am I sexually appealing, too?"

I didn't know where this was leading, but the conversation was getting me excited again and my cock was starting to get hard like it had been before. "Yes, Barbie, you are definitely sexually appealing. Any man in his right mind would like to make love to you." I was afraid to look down at my front, knowing there would be the evidence of my statement. If she were as shy and naive as Candy had made her out to be, maybe she wouldn't notice. "Hah!" I thought, "She knew what it was the other night, she'll know what it is now."

Barbie's eyes widened as she looked at my bulging front, and she whispered, "Yes, I can see you mean what you say." Barbie then got to her feet and moved in front of me, standing just inches away. Looking directly down at me, she said in a soft, little-girl voice, "Joe, I want you to teach me how to make love. Will you show me how? Please?"

Needless to say, I was totally surprised by her request. I figured a girl as beautiful as Barbie could have any man she wanted, and here she was asking me, a man more than twice her age, to teach her about love-making. "God, Barbie, did I hear you right?" I asked. "You mean you don't know how to make love and you want me to show how to do it?"

Barbie answered, "Yes, that's just what I'm asking you to do."

"You mean you're still a virgin?" I asked.

"No, I'm not a virgin. I did it once when I was fifteen, but it was a bad experience. I know from listening to my friends that it should be something good and beautiful. That's why I want to learn how."

"But why me? There are lots of boys who would kill to make love to a beautiful girl like you."

"I want to learn from someone who's experienced, who knows how to make a girl enjoy making love. From what I've heard, you're that kind of man."

"What do you mean, 'what you've heard'?"

"Well, Candy has told me how she's listened when you and your wife made love. How your wife cried out in pleasure and joy from what you did to her. That's the kind of love-making I want to learn, and I need to learn it from someone who knows how."

I was both flattered and irritated by what Barbie said. Flattered that both Candy and Barbie thought of me a good lover and irritated about Candy's telling a friend about something as personal and intimate as the love between a wife and husband. Lust won out over indignation, though. I recognized that I was beyond the point of no return--my cock was now fully hard and straining at the front of my trousers. After two years of celibacy, Barbie's request was one I couldn't refuse. I was practically trembling at the thought of getting her naked and teaching her everything I knew about all the ways our bodies could give each other pleasure.

"I know I'm not much compared to all the mature, experienced women who must be running after a handsome man like you. But if you'll teach me how, I know I can be as good as any of them. If you'll just teach me how, I'll do my best to be the best lover you ever had," Barbie said, looking down at me.

I couldn't help but smile ruefully, and said, "I don't know where you got an idea like that, but the truth is that I haven't had a women since my wife died. It's been two years since I've made love to a woman. I'm probably pretty rusty right now."

"Ohhh, Joe. You poor thing. You must be hurting real bad." Moving closer, Barbie spread her legs apart, and straddling my thighs with hers, sat on my lap. Her breasts pressed against my chest and her pussy fit down right on top of my now completely hard and throbbing cock. "I know it must have been bad for you, but I like it that it's happening this way. This way you won't be comparing me to any recent, experienced lovers. This way, you get to relearn while I'm learning."

Barbie squirmed her pussy against my hard cock and a smile of both wonder and pleasure spread across her face. She looked down adoringly at me and then lowered her mouth to mine. Her lips were moist and warm against mine, and I savored the thrill of the first real kiss I had for a long time. I spread my lips slightly apart, and extending my tongue between them, I brushed it lightly across her lips, giving them little tender, wet stokes of love. Barbie moaned softly in reaction. Responding to my oral caresses, she spread her own lips apart. The tip of her tongue came out between them, and with almost tentative motions, she brushed her tongue against mine with light, almost imperceptible strokes.

I wrapped my arms around Barbie and pulled her even closer against me. I put one hand behind her neck and then opened my mouth wide and probed my tongue fully into her mouth. Her mouth opened wide and her lips worked around my mouth, nibbling and sliding over its surface. Her tongue became a wild thing, swirling and intertwining with mine, exchanging oral caresses. I withdrew my tongue and hers followed it, plunging into my mouth. She explored all my oral cavity with her tongue, digging it under mine, under my gums, and into my cheeks. She was panting now, and her breath came into my mouth in little gusts. I could feel the sounds in her chest as she moaned softly, responding to the sheer eroticism of our deep kiss.

Barbie squirmed her buttocks around on my lap, working the crotch of her shorts down so that it made even tighter contact with my rampant penis. My cock was throbbing in response to our kiss, and I felt the wet spot in my Jockey shorts where pre-come was drooling out and dampening the fabric.

Almost breathless, Barbie pulled her lips away from mine and whispered, "Oh, God, Joe, I've never felt like this before. I'm so aroused my panties are starting to get wet." She pressed her pussy down against my hard cock and said, "You're aroused, too, aren't you. I can feel your hardness pressing against me. It feels like you've got a log between your legs. You really do want me, don't you? You really do want to make love to me."

I pulled Barbie's face back down to mine, and with her lips almost brushing against mine, I said, "Like I've never wanted anything in my life."

"Oh, God, Joe, me too," she whispered and then pressed her open mouth against mine. She plunged her tongue into my mouth and caressed my tongue with hers. As she did so, I moved my hands up and down her back, stroking gently, loving the feel of the warm flesh I felt through the thin fabric of her top. I moved my hands down to Barbie's buttocks and cupped one in each hand, kneading and stroking them with gentle, loving caresses. She moaned softly and almost bounced up and down on my lap, seeking to bring her pussy into closer contact with my bulging cock.

Moving my hand to the side of her shorts, I undid the buttons, leaving the waistband loose around her middle. Extending my hands under the fabric of her shorts, I ran them all over the silken smoothness of her brief bikini panties. Tracing along their lower hem, I caressed the exposed skin of her lower buttocks. One by one, my fingers found the crease between the firm globes of her ass, and I stroked them up and down the cleft, moving from its top down into the area between her thighs. With her legs spread wide apart as they were, I could run my fingers all the way down to her crotch and stroke them across the narrow expanse of silk covering her anus and vulva. She was right about her panties being wet--I could feel the slight dampness of her arousal in the fabric between her legs.

Moving my hands up to the top of Barbie's panties, I pushed my hands under the sheer fabric and onto the smoothly textured flesh of her buttocks. Once again I found the spread-wide crack of her buttocks and moved my fingers up and down its full length. As I went lower, probing deeply into the hidden area between her thighs, I felt the evidence of her arousal. The lower portion of the gaping area between her buttocks was slick with the flow of her female secretions, and my fingers made slick tracks across her anus as they probed her nether regions. She started as I slowly circled her little rosebud with a fingertip and moaned into my mouth at the pleasure of the erotic touch. Moving even lower, my finger encountered the very bottom of her gaping vulva. I extended my finger and probed it into the moist furrow of her womanness. She broke the kiss and ground her wet flesh against my probing finger, murmuring, "Oh, God, Joe! You're driving me crazy!"

I wanted to move my finger all the way up to her clitoris and give her the thrill of feeling it stroked but the pressure of my cock against her prevented it. Instead, I moved my hands from under her panties to up under the thin fabric of her top. Spreading my fingers to their widest, I slowly moved my hands around to her front. As they gently stroked across her front, they came to the soft curves of the undersides of her breasts. I moved them up to where they each cupped one of her breasts and then squeezed them with just gentle pressure. She responded by moving herself backward so that there was enough space between us for me continue my ministrations.

The tank top she had on fit so tightly that I didn't have room to pay the kind of homage to her breasts that they deserved. To solve that problem, I pulled my hands from under her top and then slowly pulled it up until it came up over and fully exposed her bountiful mounds. Barbie broke the kiss and pulled herself even further away, ensuring I had ample room to continue caressing her breasts. With room enough to properly attend to Barbie's needs, I rubbed a finger over each of her nipples, lightly stroking across the hard little nubbins. She wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her cheek on the top of my head, moaning in reaction to the pleasure my hands were bringing to her breasts.

As I gently stroked and squeezed Barbie's soft mounds, her nipples erected, hardening and extending out in little points from the dark circles surrounding them. She whispered, "Oh, Joe, I love that. My boobs are so sensitive."

I knew that if my hands felt that good on her breasts, my mouth and tongue would feel even better. I moved my mouth to her right breast and stroked my tongue across its top. Barbie jerked in reaction to the contact, and then pulled herself even further back. With her hands still wrapped around the back of my neck, she leaned back and thrust her breasts up to me, inviting me to give them oral caresses. "Yes, Joe, suck on them. Oh, God, Joe, I've longed so much for a boy to suck on my nipples. Suck them. Please, Joe, suck them... suck them hard." As I took a nipple into my mouth, she muttered, "Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Like that. Oh, God, yes! Suck on them... suck them... suck like a baby."

Seeing the pleasure I was giving Barbie, I doubled my efforts, taking the whole center of her breast into my mouth and sucking on it. As I did so, I stroked my tongue in circles around her nipple, moving it across the pebbly-texture of her areola. I pulled my mouth away from her breast until just the hard extension of her nipple was still between my lips and nibbled on it, biting with just the gentlest of nips with my teeth. Barbie whispered, almost a hiss, "Yeesssssss, like that. Just... like... that."

Suddenly Barbie sat up fully in my lap. Reaching down, she took hold of her tank top and pulled it up over her head, tossing it on the floor. Her breasts were now fully exposed to me now, twin mounds the shape of half-a-cantaloupe, each pale and white except for the dark circles of areolae. I took each one in a hand and squeezed it, causing the nipples to thrust out even more than they were. I brought my mouth down, and alternating between them, kissed, sucked, and licked each of them. I feasted on them, loving each of them fully with my mouth and tongue. Barbie's had her head thrown back, moaning as I lavished my oral caresses on her now trembling breasts.

Barbie reached out her hands and grasped my shoulders, crying, "Oh, God, Joe, I can't take anymore of this. I feel like I'm climbing higher and higher, that I'm just about to explode."

I was feeling a lot like that myself. It had been so long since I had made love to a woman that I was shaking with desire. My cock had poured out pre-come and the whole front of my Jockey shorts was now soaked from the flow. The continued grinding of Barbie's pussy against my cock had me on the very edge of orgasm. I knew that if we continued in this manner, we both would soon be erupting in orgasm. I didn't want to come in my pants, I wanted my cock inside Barbie's tight pussy when I spent my long-stored sperm. Besides, the feel of Barbie's pussy against my cock made me want to see it and touch it without the restrictions our clothing caused. Even more than that, I wanted to bury my mouth in the wetness of her woman flesh and taste once more the unparalleled taste of a woman in full arousal.

I took my mouth away from Barbie's breasts and pulled her face down to mine. Our mouths came together in a wet kiss, our tongues wild animals as they duelled each other. Barbie was breathing hard and so was I. We were each ready to go to the next step of Barbie's lessons. As if she sensed my thoughts, Barbie pulled her mouth away from mine and whispered, "I want us to get naked, Joe. I want us to be able to see each other's bodies in all their glory. It's time to go to my bedroom. Oh, God, Joe, strip me and make love to me. I need it so bad." As she said this, she stood up and took my hand. "Let's go to my bedroom. Make love to me. Teach me all there is about making love. Come fuck me, Joe. Fuck me and teach me how to fuck you."

Barbie held my hand tightly as we walked down the hallway to her bedroom. With her tank top removed, I had an excellent view of the profile of her breasts. They hadn't seemed particularly large when she was facing me in the living room chair, but seeing them now in profile, seeing the way they thrust out and jiggled up and down as she walked, made me realize they were full and developed. I knew I would enjoy feasting on them and caressing them until the nipples stood erect and hard.

As we entered her bedroom, her hand trembled in mine and I could tell she was nervous about the journey on which we were about to embark. As we approached the bed that filled a corner of the room, she turned to me and smiling shyly said, "Joe, I don't know what to do next. All I know is that I have never felt this way before. I know that whatever comes next, I'm ready for it. Oh, God, Joe, I'm more than ready for it--I NEED it. I've never felt such a need before. I've never in my life been aroused like I am now."

Still holding my hand, she used it to pull herself into my arms. Wrapping her arms around me, she put her mouth to mine and kissed me with a fervor that proved the truth of her statement. She broke the kiss and almost breathlessly whispered, "Joe, show me what to do next. Love me, and show me how to love you."

With her in my arms like that, she was no longer my daughter's roommate--she was a desirable woman and I was a man who desired her. We were man and woman aroused and needing each other. Our desires had mounted to a fever pitch, and we needed each other in a manner approaching desperation. I pulled her lips to mine again and my mouth feasted on hers. As we kissed, I put my hands on her firm buttocks and pulled her groin hard against mine, pressing the hard knot of my manhood into the vee of her groin. As I cupped and kneaded the firm handfuls of her buttocks, she thrust herself against me, pushing her sex into even closer contact with mine.

We broke the kiss slowly, almost reluctantly, until our lips were barely apart, just brushing against the other's. We were both breathing hard now, our mutual desire almost taking our breath away. Putting my hands on the waistband of her loosened shorts, I started pushing them down over her hips. As they came below her hips and fell to the floor around her feet, I said, "The first thing is to get rid of all the barriers between us."

Barbie stepped back away from me and said, "Yes, let's get naked. I want to show my body to you--show it to you completely." She smiled at me and whispered, "And I want to see your body, your naked body, and all there is about it." She sat down on the side of the bed and started to remove her shoes and socks. Without looking up she in a soft voice, "I've never seen a nude man before." Then she looked up, and with an almost lascivious expression on her face, she said in a louder voice, "I want to see you naked, Joe. I want to see what's been pressing up here between my legs. I want to see your penis, Joe. I want to see that hard manhood with my own eyes."