As I put the bag on the kitchen table, Mrs. Mize stepped up behind me. She put her arms around me, and kissed my cheek and temple. I could feel her breasts against my back and her pelvis against my buttocks.

"Ed, do you want me to teach you about men and women?" she asked in my ear. "I think I'd like to teach you. I think it would be fun." I was frozen from foot to jaw, unable to speak or move. Faye Mize brought a hand up and ran it through my hair. She kissed my ear, sending a charge that went across my shoulders and down my spine to my joint, which jerked like it had received a shock.

"I think you're ready, Ed," she said. I loved the way she called me Ed, not Eddie like everyone else. "I think you're at just the right age to learn." She kissed my ear again, with the same result, and pulled me back against her very noticeable tits. "But not with some giggly teenage girl who knows even less than you do. You should have someone show you the ropes, so that you'll know how and can help them."

"God, Mrs. Mize, I don't know what to say," I said. I couldn't face her, not and talk about sex.

"Say yes," she said, "and the name is Faye." The word yes tried to climb out of my throat. My mouth tried to form it and my lips reached for it, but nothing came out.

"Turn around," Faye said. "Turn around and look at me."

She loosened her arms, but kept them around me. I turned within them and found my chest pushed tightly against her heaping handful breasts, which swelled up as if they might burst out of the cups of her halter. Reluctantly, I raised my eyes from them.

"Ed, I'm going to tell you a secret that even Elmer doesn't know," she said. I nodded, hypnotized by the two cones of flesh drilling my chest and the thighs that pressed against mine. "When I was a girl, a year younger than you, a very nice man taught me about sex. It was one of the best things that ever happened to me. Now, I'd like to pass his favor on."

I think I was close to passing out. My erection was a hot pipe between us, but Faye did not shrink back. She wiggled her hips, rubbing her thighs on mine and pressing her pelvis against mine. Holy shit, I thought.

"Kiss me, Ed." Faye was just enough shorter that she had to tilt her lips up. Her luscious mouth reached toward mine. I bent my head.

Her first touch was a gentle one, a lip nibble, a quick lick with the tip of her tongue that barely penetrated my lips. She followed it with more energy, pressing her lips against mine, then opening her mouth and thrusting her tongue between my surprised teeth. She lashed her tongue inside my mouth. She held her own wide open and invited my tongue in. She wallowed her mouth on mine until both our cheeks were wet, and still the kiss continued-- it could have been a minute; it could have been a day. I could have built a reputation on what I learned from that kiss alone.

By the time it ended, any Galahad-ish notions I might have had about what was proper between boy and neighbor lady had wafted out the new holes in the top of my head. Faye took my hand and led me upstairs. I followed docilely. My eyes watched her ass waggle its way up the stairs, with occasional side trips to her legs. Otherwise, my mind was blank.

Faye pulled me into their bedroom and shut the door. "Don't worry about anyone coming home," she said. "Elmer's in New York, and Jack is spending the night with his cousin. We're all alone." I hadn't thought of it but was reassured.

"Come lie on the bed with me," Faye said. Well, that took care of what to do next. On the bed? Already?

She sat, lay back, caught my arm and pulled me to her. I almost fell on her, got my face close to hers, almost poked her eye with my nose, and finally pressed my mouth to her eagerly reaching lips. We had another of those kisses.

Faye pushed at my shoulders with her arms, and I rolled off her, wondering if I had done something wrong. But she quickly erased my concern by rolling onto me. Her knee snaked between my legs. She gripped my thigh between hers and pressed her crotch against my hip. She pushed an arm under my head and around my shoulder, cradling me to her. Then she kissed me again, working her lips against mine, her breasts against my chest, her loin against my leg.

After a while, she lifted from me. "That's the way to give someone a kiss in bed," Faye said. "Now, you try it." She lay back and pulled me to her.

I matched her example as best I could. My leg, tentative at first, was welcomed between her thighs. She urged me higher, until my leg pressed against the crotch of her shorts. A hand on my hip pulled me inward, telling me it was okay to be there, okay to press against that secret place. She wiggled it against my thigh.

A hand on my chest kept me from leaning in, but only temporarily while Faye unbuttoned my checkered shirt. Then she held it open and pulled me down to lay on her breasts. I felt the stiffer material of her halter that covered the bottom half and the smooth, electric skin above it of the uncovered top of them. I kissed her, as best I could, which was better than when I had started.

"I like the way you kiss," Faye said, and I didn't care if I believed it or not. "I'll bet you'll be good at other things, too." She reached behind her back, and I saw the fabric of the halter relax. Faye had unfastened it.

"Take it off me, Ed." She pulled her hands back by her ears, offering her chest to me. I reached up hesitantly, grabbed the halter at the center (feeling the soft flesh on either side) and slowly pulled it away.

They were not the best tits I've ever seen, but they were by far the best I'd seen in person up to then. They were marvelous, they were so...womanly, they were everything tits should be. Faye let me look at them, and then turned her body into mine, pressing those incredible, creamy soft pillows of flesh against my own naked chest.

"Isn't that nice," Faye asked. "Don't you like the way it feels with my naked breasts against you like this?" She already knew the answer and didn't particularly expect one from me. "Can you feel my nipples? They're getting stiff. Did you know a woman's nipples get hard, just like your..." she leaned in close to my ear and whispered "...your cock!"

No woman or girl had ever said that word to me. No men and damn few boys had. While I was thinking about it, Faye slid a hand down below my waist and introduced another aspect of the subject. Her hand closed around me. I liked her grip better than mine. Her hand stroked my cock, my chest absorbed the burning flesh of her breasts.

"I suppose all the girls are bold enough to grab you these days," Faye said. It was news to me. "But what will you do with a shy girl? You have to carry the ball."

I couldn't conceive of getting this far with the boldest girl I knew, let alone a shy one. The closest I'd gotten before this was a few "outside" touches. Once a girl had put her hand in my lap by accident, which had scared and embarrassed us both. But I was willing to learn.

"Kiss her?" I asked, surprised that my voice worked.

"Of course," said Faye. "But kiss her all over. Kiss her lips, but kiss her neck and her shoulders and especially her breasts."

She pulled my lips to hers, matching action to word. After a delicious but shorter kiss, she guided my head to the area just below her jaw. I kissed it, but apparently not correctly.

"Like this," Faye said, switching roles. She sucked at me, nibbled on me, kissed me with soft, teasing lips. She dropped to the base of my neck and bit me just short of pain, followed by more teasing nibbles and kisses. My prick swelled under her hand, and she petted it.

I took over again, doing it her way. Although there were no surprises for Faye, she seemed to appreciate my efforts. The little hollows just above her collarbone were particularly sensitive. I tossed in a kiss on her ear and, recklessly, a tongue poked into it, and was rewarded by a full-body shimmying shudder as Faye tried to press every part of herself against me.

Faye arched her back and reminded me that her tits expected attention, too. With growing confidence, I kissed all over them, licked at the nipples and felt that unique hard softness for the first time, sucked on them, gently at first, and then stronger when Faye pressed them into my mouth. I felt like I was getting the idea.

Either Faye thought so, too, or she had lost track of her original teaching theme. She kissed me and put both of her hands to the top of my shorts. My prick and heart both leaped as I guessed what she was about to do.

"I think maybe you're getting too worked up, Ed," Faye said. "I think I'd better cool you down." Her fingers deftly slipped the button at the top of my shorts and snaked down the zipper. "But not the way the girls you know want you to cool down. Oh, no, not like that." I was dying to know what she meant. It certainly sounded like an improvement.

She slid a hand inside and found the only thing that was in there. Nothing between my prick and her hand but my undershorts. Another first. She slipped her fingers under the waistband and took the situation in hand. Oh my God, if that feeling could somehow be bottled and sold!

"I'm going to show you something," Faye said. "I hope nobody else has done this to you. I want this to be extra special." Since nobody had done anything to me, I was fairly sure we were on track for another first. I couldn't figure out what it was, though, unless she was going to jack me off. Did women know about jacking off?

Faye tugged my undershorts downward, pushing my pants ahead of them. She got them past my knees, slipped off my sneakers, and pulled them all the way off. I still had my socks on, but neither of us cared. My prick was all the way up and leaning over backwards. I was looking everywhere but there. I felt so godawful exposed!

"Oh, what a lovely prick!" Faye said, and I didn't mind as much. "Oh, honey, that's very nice. You're going to be just fine." She was on her knees at the side of the bed. My knees hung over the side. She was looking right at my cock. I wondered what my balls looked like to her.

Faye leaned forward and licked my cock like a lollypop. Holding it in both hands, she kissed her way around the head. She gave it a little kiss right on the top. She gave it a little lick in the same place. She opened her lips and slid her mouth down over my cock, taking it deep into her throat.

The feeling was incredible. I lost all control of my thoughts, which sloshed back and forth. I had never heard of such a thing, I had never thought of such a thing, and I damn well had never in my lifetime ever felt such a thing.

Faye pulled her head back, and I thought for one instant that that was it, that it was over. But no. Faye pushed my prick into her throat again, a little deeper than before. She strained to get it deeper, making little gagging noises and scrambling with her lips on the stem. She pulled back and pumped her mouth up and down several times rapidly. She sucked on the head, pushed it deeper, and sucked on as much as she could.

I knew I was going to cum and didn't know what to do. Should I tell her? I HAD to tell her. What if she didn't know? She was going to get a mouthful pretty quick if I didn't tell. She'd KILL me! But if I told her, she might stop, and that might kill ME.

"Faye..." I gasped, "I'm going to...you know."

She pulled her mouth off and looked at me. "Oh, are you now? Are you going to cum, baby? Is your cock going to spit cum out of the end?" Faye gave me a wicked smile and gave my cock another lick. "Would you like to cum in my mouth?"

I had no answer for that, but she didn't need one.

"I want you to," Faye said. "I'm looking forward to it. I'm going to suck on your cock, and pull on it like this, until you cum right in my mouth."

Looking me right in the eyes, she brought my cock to her lips and pushed her mouth down over it. She steadied it with one hand near the base and gripped it with the other up close to her lips. Hand and mouth worked together as one long tube. The hand gripped me, slid up and down me, brushed the sensitive under side of my prick. Her mouth licked me, pressed me, sucked me, worked me with her tongue.

It took maybe a dozen strokes like that to push me over the edge. I remember a feeling of disappointment, that it was too quick, and then I was falling off a cliff. My cum exploded out of my balls and shot out the end of my cock.

Faye went wild. She gobbled and sucked and swallowed and pumped. Her hand and my cock were suddenly slick and glistening. Strings of cum overflowed her mouth, dripped off her hand and onto my stomach. I watched it all while jolts of pleasure jerked my body. The universe focused on my prick and Faye's enveloping, sucking mouth.

Faye sucked at me until the last jet had spurted into her mouth, then nursed at me for a while, pulling gently on my cock with her lips. After a while, she pulled her mouth away.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" Another of Faye's questions that needed no answer. "Do you know something awful? I've been thinking about doing that for the last two weeks. I couldn't seem to get it out of my mind."

She could think about it all she wanted. Just thinking about her thinking about wanting to suck my cock sent a jolt of energy to it. It had not gone down. It might even be harder than ever.

"Oh, that's one of the nice things about younger men," she said. "You can go on and on, can't you, you little darling?" Faye was talking to my prick, not me. She gave it a shake or two as she talked to it. She didn't seem to expect my cock to answer, either, because she covered its mouth with her own. Here we go again, I told myself.

But Faye was only warming up the engine. "Now, let's have a different kind of fun," she said. "Tell me, have you ever fucked a woman?" I could only shake my head. I had never even said fuck in front of a girl, let alone did it. I wasn't sure girls knew what it meant. I wasn't entirely sure myself.

She climbed up on the bed and laid on her back. "Come on," Faye said. "Let me show you how." She unfastened her shorts and tugged them down as I watched. Her body seemed perfect to me at that moment. She was completely naked, and I was right there. She lowered the knee closest to me and showed me her cunt.

"Come up here and kiss me, Ed. I'm waiting for you."

I thought maybe she wanted me to kiss her cunt and had a brief attack of panic, but Faye opened her arms and made it clear she meant a more conventional kiss. I turned and crawled up to her. We pressed our bodies together, locking arms and legs, holding breast to breast and groin to groin. I could feel the hair around Faye's cunt on my leg, where cunt hair had never been before.

Faye reached her hand down and grasped my cock. "Still nice and hard," she said. "That's good. Because you know what I want?" I guessed right. "I want you to put that beautiful cock inside my pussy. I want you to fuck me with your cock, Ed."

Well, she wouldn't get any arguments from me. But I wasn't sure how to proceed. I knew the general theory, but I'd never tested it personally. I sort of rolled up on top of Faye.