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Mother's Best Friend
It was one of those awkward moments in life, when deep down in your subconscious you know what you’re about to do is probably a bad idea but your conscious self really doesn’t give a shit. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised really. Although Noelle was well over 30, she was very comfortable with her sexuality and in the reality of it all it wasn’t too far of a stretch of the imagination to envision us as something more intimate. I just guess that deep down I had never thought of it as an actual possibility.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. One of those awkward moments in life. There I was, standing on a porch with the best intentions in mind, and I started to think back to how all this had occurred . . .
It was your average Saturday night, and I was looking to party. For a high school dork, I had really “blossomed” a lot since then and had found my niche on the even playing field known as college. In my four year career as a Mechanical Engineering student I had broken out of my shell and realized the age old mystery of manhood. Women. And although I had not reached "home plate” yet, I had decided that tonight would be the night.
I had been dating Lucy ever since we had literally run into each other in the university commons two years prior and all indications were for a wild and sensual night. Lucy and I had fought recently over her lack of commitment to our relationship, and I had thought that I was losing her to one of those frat. jocks.
But tonight Lucy’s roommates were away for the weekend and she had promised me that we would have the entire house, which they were renting, to ourselves. I quickly tossed on my jeans and sweater after drying off from the shower, ran the comb through my hair once, and splashed on some Gravity.
Running down the stairs I nearly knocked over my mom’s best friend, who was having some trouble with her husband and was spending the night. I guess she figured since my mom had been through her own divorce recently that she could possibly offer some relevent advice. I quickly apologized and kissed my mom goodnight and jumped out our front door and into my ’87 Tbird.
On my way to Lucy’s I started getting a little antzy. I guess everyone get’s nervous about their first time, but not many have to worry about it at the legal drinking age of 22.
I pulled up to Lucy’s driveway and checked my hair one last time, adjusting my collar as I strolled up the walkway. I was surprised as Lucy opened the door before I even reached the doorknob, ramming her tongue down my throat with a loving peck on the lips to follow. The best way I can describe my state of mind at this point is akin to that of giddy drunkeness. All worries about my “performance” had vanished in the blink of an eye and all I could think about was ripping this girls clothes off. I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waste and quickly sped to the bedroom as she giggled in my ear.
I eased her down on the bed and started trailing her neck and chin with my tongue as she reached around and started tugging at my shirt. Taking her cue I began to unbutton her shirt, but she slapped my hand and told me that she wanted to see the goods first.
I quickly stood up and tugged my shirt loose, throwing it into a pile on her floor. Next I dropped my drawers and stood there in my boxers, my overly excited dickhead poking through the hole in the crotch. Slowly I crept back on to the bed, when Lucy placed her hand on my chest. “Uh uh uh, not yet. Now I want you to shake that thing for me a bit.”
Feeling that this was a bit much to ask, yet in major need of some sexual gratification, I agreed to the terms reluctantly. I stood back, with my pants around my ankles and began to sway my hips. I saw a wicked smile cross her lips, and that was the last sweet thought I had about the stupid bitch. Next thing I know four frat guys and three sorority chicks jump out of the closet and start snapping photos of me. After quickly taking in the entire situation my gaze fixed on Lucy, just as she lunged her foot out catching me square in the balls.
I collapsed into a fetal position on the floor and a solitary tear crept down my cheek. At this point the laughing and jeering of the photo committee had begun to set in and I strained to pull my pants up as I reached for my shirt and shoes. One of the girls crept up behind me and squeezed my cock tightly as a solitary whimper escaped my lips. This set off a chain of unrelenting whooping and hollering and finally I regained my senses and rushed out the door. Flooring the pedal to the metal, I dashed home through a river of salty tears and a stream of profanity that would make a sailor’s ears bleed.
I pulled into the driveway, slammed the door shut and almost kicked our front door down as I visciously released my pent up anger. I must have scared the living shit out of my mom and Noelle, who were sitting on the living room couch next to the front door, when I burst in like that because they were both grabbing their chests and saying “Oh my god” over and over.
I quickly shut the door and kicked off my shoes. Seeking to help, my mother and her friend asked what was wrong, and through gritted teeth I said that, simply put, “that bitch and her greek friends set me up tonight”. I think I mumbled something else about really loving her and how I’d never know what it felt like, when the tears overtook me and I quickly ran upstairs to my room to avoid any further embarrassment.
I layed there in my bed for what seemed like hours, wondering what I had done wrong, before I finally wore myself out and fell asleep. But my dreams offered no release. I was tormented endlessly by visions of the next day at school, me naked as a jaybird, with Lucy and her preppy pals snapping away the whole time. Each time I awoke in a pool of my own sweet and tears, hoping that this time I would finally get some peace and rest.
Then in the middle of one of my nightmares I felt something out of the ordinary. Something against the natural flow. Amidst the endless bitter agony of my nightmare, there was a touch of soft, gentle sweetness. Curious, I awoke to find my mother’s friend looking down at me and stroking my soaked forehead.
“Oh you poor baby” she said. “Sometimes, we women can be real bitches, huh?”
With that she climbed onto the bed beside me and took my head in her hands, gently running her fingers through my hair, whispering condolences in my ear. It was the first true cry and moment of release for me since the incident had happened so few hours before.
When I was fully spent of my tears I leaned my head against Noelle’s chest and breathed a deep sigh. It was at this moment that I was assaulted by Noelle’s sweet perfume, contrasting sharply the musky cologne I had put on earlier. Then she leaned over and kissed me. My mind became drunk on her sweet smell as we sat there kissing in a warm, safe embrace. And then she spoke to me again.
“You know James, not all women are bitches. Would you like me to show you how a REAL woman treats a good man?” And with that her hand traced a slow trail down my bare stomach until she found my waistband, reaching inside. Grabbing my cock in her hand she gently rubbed up and down the shaft and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
In response she simply laughed seductively and kissed the fresh cut on my lip. I didn’t know what to do, as this ravishingly beautiful woman (not a girl, but a woman) educated me in love making. A little unsure of myself I started to reach for her breast, when she grabbed my hand and, with our fingers interwined, played with her cleavage.
At this point Noelle had pushed my boxers down to my mid-thigh and was generously distributing my precum all along the shaft and head. This time I moaned out loud as the pleasure began to mount, forming a deep heat in my groin.
Having gained a small sense of courage at this point, I decided to be a little daring and used my free hand to reach for her pussy. It was hard to know if I was headed in the right direction, with our bodies twisted the way they were. But I knew I had found it when a soft squeal escaped her lips and she gyrated her hips against my hand. I frantically unbuttoned her slacks and slid my hand inside her panties. For a 22 year old virgin, like myself, the mere thought of touching a woman there was almost enough to set me off in itself. But first I had to see what all the fuss was about. I wanted my face deep between her legs, and she must have read it in my eyes. Standing up, she slid off her slacks and shirt and lowered her hips onto my face moaning approvingly as my tongue whipped out to taste her sweetness.
Let me tell you, there is nothing in this world like a man’s first taste of pussy. And I was addicted from the first lick. Using one of my free hands I pulled her panties to the side, leaving her shaved mound open for business. I kissed heavily into her lips as my tongue darted in and out and all around inside of her. Her slick petals writhed beneath my tongue and lips, sending out waves of heat as I pulled her closer to my mouth.
To this day I’m surprised that my mom didn’t discover us, considering all the moaning that Noelle was doing at this point. A slight trickle of her juices began to run out and onto my tongue and hungry with lust, I sucked at her furiously to get it all out. Then she grabbed hold tightly of my shaft, her body bucking wildly on my face and her pussy clenching down hard on my tongue.
With that Noelle cooed softly and lay there for a minute hugging my hips, her hand around the base of my cock and my face between her thighs. Then she got up on her knees and crawled along my chest until she was kneeling over my cock, and in one swift motion she lowered herself onto me.
I moaned loudly as I felt her soft lips wrap around my cock, and I grabbed onto her hips as she rocked back and forth. Her pace quickened as she bit back a loud moan, driving her ass down into my hips, grinding against me. Then she looked behind me and did that hair flip that women are so good at and she chuckled seductively. Leaning back and bracing her arms to the side of my head, she began to lift her ass, thrusting it back down so that her pussy swallowed me hard each time. From the base of my spine I could feel a pressure building, an almost painful strain against my cock, until finally I could feel it rushing up my shaft. Growling with animalistic pleasure, I exploded from the head of my cock, filling her with my semen. Leaning up I bit lightly against her back, drawing a playful moan from Noelle.
Then she completely turned around, with my dick still inside her, and she collapsed onto my chest. We sat like that for what seemed like hours, discussing what had happened to us both recently with those we had loved so dearly. The comfort that we gave each other during that time was more than I could have ever hoped for.
And here I am standing on her front porch a week later, with a bouquet of roses in my hand. I’m not exactly sure where this will go and how much family and peer pressure we’re both in for, but here I am nonetheless. And I find myself in one of those awkward moments in life.
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