It had been over a decade since I had seen my mother. Kind of the problem when after she and my dad got divorced, she decided to move back home to Australia and I remained here in the US. We continued to write back and forth, and occasional phone calls but that was about it. She did come up when I was starting High School, along with her new husband, and my brother and sister.

Amelia was cute, all of around 8, with long brown hair in pigtails. Francis was 5, and was all about wanting to see Disneyland and little else. My dad of course had also remarried, and it was weird, seeing all 3 of my siblings playing together. And my other sister Lucy was quickly best friends with Amelia, so that was good.

Well, after High School I joined the Navy. I had hopes I would get stationed in the Pacific, and have a chance to take shore leave in Australia. But nope, of course I was assigned to a Destroyer out of Norfolk, so spent all my time in the Atlantic and Mediterranean. But I did learn a few things. Like that the Greek girls can be very friendly, and liked American sailors. As did the ladies from Jamaica. Which I found out when I almost got in trouble. After 4 days of partying with a lot of rum and an amazing slender black gal left me so fucked out I barely made it back to the ship before shore leave ended. I was literally sprinting up the gangplank when Eight Bells was announced. Thankfully the Petty Officer at the top returned my salute, and said “Close enough Sailor, close enough.”

I shipped over for another 4 years, and even put in a request for the Pacific Fleet. And that time I got it, the USS Blue Ridge! Awesome, an Amphibious Command Ship! Those Jarheads were always going on shore and working with the locals. Surely I would get my chance. And sure enough, our first cruise was to include Australia! I wrote my mom a letter, and promised I would get to see her again and that I was looking forward to it.

Well, the best laid plans, and all that jazz. 3 weeks before we were supposed to leave port, Iraq decided to invade Kuwait. So that entire cruise was scrapped, and we were sailing for the Persian Gulf. What followed was 8 months of humidity, heat, lots of jumpy nerves, and boredom. Finally we returned to port in May the next year. And we were ordered into an 18 month standown for a minor refit and deep maintenance. I put in for a transfer to another ship, but no dice. Seems I had to take the mandatory shore time, otherwise they could get in trouble for sending me out on cruises back to back.

We were a month and a half from going back to sea, and in came my orders. This time for mandatory shore duty, at the Long Beach Shipyard. Well, at least it was only an hour or so from home. The next 3 years were actually kind of nice, almost like a regular job. Mostly 9 to 5, sleeping in my own bed on weekends and during 4 day passes, seeing what a hottie my little sister had become.

And for my last 2 years, they sent me to the fucking White Sands Missile Range, in fucking New Mexico! The LLS-1 USS Desert Ship. A fucking joke, it’s a huge cement building kind of in the shape of a ship. They use to test new systems like missiles and RADAR before putting them on real ships. By this time, the troop cuts were in full force, and I was more than ready to get out. Probably the only good thing about that posting is that Juarez was only 90 minutes away. And I learned that the Putas in Mexico were as skilled as the Geisha girls in Japan, and the Greek and Jamaican girls. And the economy meant my money went a long ways.

Finally I got out, and after loading all my stuff in my car I was heading home. I told my dad I would stay there for a few months until I got back on my feet, but wanted to spend abut a month just relaxing first. Dad told me that Lucy was in USC now, and even got into a sorority. Well good for her, just to bad she was a liberal arts major, and not taking something she could actually get a job in. I mean, what in the hell was she going to do with a degree in “Humanities”?

She came up that weekend, and we spent an hour swapping tales of the last few years. I would tell her about how I could not walk in the barracks barefoot because we often got scorpions in there and did not want to step on one again. And she told me about the mixers and parties they were always throwing.

She told me there was a party they were going to be throwing the next weekend, and I had to come. “It’s a big party, with all the various exchange students. I figure since you have been to so many places, you might like it. And the girls can meet somebody that might actually have been to their home country. And I have a surprise for you, so you had better be there!” Well, hot college girls, I was always down for that!

She also said that to get my surprise, I would have to find her once I got there. Well, she never told me this fucking party was being held at the Los Angeles Memorial Sports Arena! I was thinking it would be something like at one of the sorority houses, maybe a hundred people or so. Not in a 15,000 seat sporting venue!

Well, I got there a bit late because of traffic, which seems to have gotten a lot worse over the last 10 years. I finally got there, and it was madness. The place must have been at capacity, and I think all of the school was there, with a few thousand others thrown in. I looked and looked for Lucy, and just could not find her.

I was trying to chat up this Maori chick from New Zealand, and having little luck. She was fine, and had the sweetest tattoo on her arm, and I was wondering how much of her body it covered. I had heard stories about how friendly they were, but she was having none of it. Finally I heard a soft laugh as I was denied my pussy pass for the third time and the girl left. I looked to the side, and saw a delightful looking girl, with short hair dyed a dark green. “You might as well give up on Aroha, mate. Her name may mean ‘Love’, but she sure don’t give it out.” I laughed with her, and I I could tell she was an Aussie. We talked for a while, and I found out she was from Darwin. I asked her if she knew Sheila.

“Oh yea Mate, of course I know Sheila! Why, we lived in the same apartment building! Oh, I’m having one over on ya!. Darwin is 150,000 people, and ‘Sheila’ is Aussie slang for a girl. Sorry, can’t help ya there. You are gonna have to ask somebody else.” She then called out if any others knew Sheila, and I was laughing as 3 other Aussie students all said they knew her, she was a good friend of theirs. One guy even said he was able to “Cop a root” with her once. “Cheeky bugger!” she called back, then giggled and told me that was their slang for having sex.

Finally I introduced myself as Rob, and she told me her name was Amy. We got along like a house on fire, and after about an hour of flirting and a few beers, we hit the dance floor for a bit. Man, could she move. In fact, I was thinking she might be a dyke, with that short green hair. But the way she would rub her titties and bottom against me, I knew that even if she was into girls, she at least batted for both teams.

We went to cool off, and after another beer, we decided to walk around the arena. Amy grinned and pulled me into a mop closet and we were all over each other. And I found out her ass felt just as good as it looked. And her big titties also felt damned good pressed against my chest. And in my hand a few minutes later. Then in my mouth as I opened the buttons of her blouse and after pulling the cup of her bra down taking her dark fat nipple between my lips.

As I was doing my best impersonation of a baby, Amy was rubbing her mound all over my cock, and fuck I wanted her. And I was getting the feeling she was wanting me also. We decided to split the party, after walking around it twice and still not spotting my sister. Well, I would call her tomorrow and find out her surprise then.

Well, it was about a 15 minute walk to her dorm, and after making sure the gal in the front was distracted she got me inside. We went up to her room, and it was not much different than some of the barracks I had lived in. A kind of common TV and sitting room, with couches and tables. And off of that a common bathroom, and 4 individual rooms. We went straight to her room, and we were both ripping off each other’s clothes.

Fuck, her tits were big and firm. A D cup at least, and I wrapped my lips around her other big dark nipple as she was still trying to slide her panties off. She then opened my jeans and pushed them and my boxers off at the same time. Her hand latched onto my cock and started to squeeze and stroke it. And it was obvious she had handled such equipment before. I moved to her other nipple and slid my hand down her belly into the garden I hoped to be playing in soon.

She was shaved, and so very wet. I slid a finger in, and she gave the sexiest moan. A moan repeated as I slipped in a second finger. She was not as tight as some girls I had been in, but damn she felt good. And by her reaction she was loving it also. But she backed up so my fingers slipped out of her and laid on her bed. It was the same size as a military bed, so I knew we were going to be very cozy.

I laid next to her and my fingers were back up inside of her snatch at the same time she started to slowly stroke my cock. “Ohhh, I see you like my fanny, as much as I like your wedding tackle.” I grinned, and said I liked her fanny just fine, but I liked her pussy even better. She giggled a saucy giggle, and said that in Australia, “Fanny” was slang for pussy. I laughed, and said here it was slang for somebodies ass. “Oh, we say ‘arse’ or ‘bum’ for that. Guess I had better be careful here, or if I ask a guy to ‘Stuff my fanny’, I would be in for quite a shock!”

We both laughed, and her laugh turned into a moan as I added a third finger, and I mashed my lips against hers. She started tugging me a bit faster, and I worked my thumb on her clit a bit faster. She moaned in my mouth, and I felt her hips rocking against my fingers. I was determined to get her first, as I had no doubt I would only last a few minutes once I got it inside of her. Her hips were thrusting up and down onto my plunging fingers, and she moaned deeply “Oh this is bloody lovely, you’re gonna make me come, love.” And come she did, her tight cunt squeezing my fingers as I started kissing her again to quiet her moans. And I kept going, as it felt like she had another one hiding up in there and I knew I could coax it out of her.

But she was having none of that! She reached and grabbed my wrist and pushed it away. “Oh, I’ve already had a lovely come, now get up here and put it in me.” Never one to refuse a lady, I climbed right into the saddle, and decided to give her the stars and stripes forever. God, but she was a wild fuck! The only woman I had that did not claw up my back, she clawed up the back of my head! Her hands reached up and held my head in them, her fingernails digging into the back of my head as she lunged up against me as I was thrusting down into her. And she felt even tighter with her walls clenching and fluttering around me as I was buried balls deep inside of her. She was not the tightest girl I had my fingers in, but when she got that pussy to squeezing around me, she easily had the tightest cunt I had been in since I was 15, and got my first piece off of Ginger. She was only 14, and was tight as only a 14 year old girl could be.

I stopped and asked her if she was on the pill. “Yes, yes I’m on the pill go ahead, no dinger needed, keep going, keep going Rob.”

Well, I had no idea what a dinger was, but by how she said it I assume that was a condom. So I pumped her faster, and felt her legs move up, so her knees were almost against her shoulders as I was plunging down over and over again. And I was right, she did have another one hiding inside of her, because she growled and bit on my ear as she shuddered under me, her clenching making it so I could not wait any more and I filled her with 2 months of stored up cum.

Fuck! She was without a doubt the hottest fuck I had ever had! We were both sweating and breathing hard, and I started to relax on her and she complained I was heavy. So I slipped out and we rolled over, then she laid on top of me and held me tight. I caressed her back and bottom, and we both complemented each other on how lovely that had been. And she admitted that she had not been with a guy in ages, but something about me just struck a chord in her. And I said I felt the same way.

I asked her if she normally slept with other girls, and she giggled. “Naw mate, I ain’t no lemon. I do have a Sheila I shag on occasion though, but I’ve not been with Lucy in few weeks. With us, it’s just fun though. She likes the girls a lot, for me, it’s more an occasional thing if I can’t get a bloke to diddle me.”

Hmmm, this must have been Lucy’s surprise. That is, if we were talking about the same Lucy. I asked for Lucy’s last name, and sure enough it was Heller. I asked her if Lucy would be upset at this, and she shook her head. “Naw, ain’t like we’re a real couple. We just get it on sometimes, when one of us is feeling the need. She knows I prefer boys to girls.”

And she sure proved that to me during the night. She slid down my body and took me into her mouth, and I ran my fingers through her hair. I was going to have to visit Australia soon, if all girls down under were as good as she was. And when I was fully hard, she moved up and straddled my hips and sank herself down on me. We fucked for over a half hour this time, and she came 2 more times grinding her clit against me before I filled her a second time.

We cuddled up to sleep, my back against the cold cement wall and her ass against my cock. Which at some time during the night ended up inside of her amazing snatch for a third time. This was a long slow fuck. A much more gentle round, with my finger rubbing her clit so she came twice more before she pushed me off and rolled onto her back. She told me to titfuck her, and I smiled and slid up and held them lovely things in my hands and did exactly that.

I admit I had been thinking of doing this since I first saw them, and it felt wonderful. I would see her occasionally open her mouth wide, and I would move up and stick my dick in her mouth, then when I felt her tongue push on the head I would go back to fucking her tits again. Fuck, I was so close, and I think she knew it. I was moaning, and she opened her mouth wide yet again. I popped it in, and her hands grasped my butt and had me fuck her mouth. And only a minute or so later I was coating her tonsils with my spunk.

It was 3 in the morning, and I collapsed back on the bed next to her, holding her against me with her head on my chest. I am just glad she did not want to kiss me, I hated when a girl wanted to kiss after taking my load in her mouth. I got no problem kissing them if they were just sucking on me, but not once I had cum. And a few minutes later we were asleep again.

I was caressing her back and bottom after I woke up, and thinking we could get at it yet again before I had to head home. I would call Lucy and tell her I had looked for her, but there were so many people there was no chance of that. Amy was just starting to stir, and we were kissing when a knock came on her door. “Oh bugger!” she said, and threw on a robe and went to the door. She opened it just a crack, and I could hear her talking with another girl outside. “OK, give me an hour or so, and I will meet you at the sorority. Then we can go.” I heard the other girl saying something, but not clearly. “No, no love, my room is just a mess, and I do not want you seeing it this way is all.”

The door then was pushed hard, and flew open out of Amy’s hands, and the other girl stepped into the room. I ducked my head under the covers, and she said accusingly “You do so have a man in here! Well, that’s alright, just get him out of here and yourself cleaned up so we can go. Come on dude, get up and get outta here, playtime is over! Chop chop!”

And yes, it was my sister. The last thing I wanted was for Lucy to know I had spent the night fucking her occasional girlfriend!

“Come on, get outta here dude! We got things to do!”

And she grabbed the blanket and yanked. The blanket came off, and there I was, in all my naked glory, exposed to my fucking sister! She gasped, and looked at me in horror, and then at Lucy. “Charles, what are you doing here!” She demanded.

“Surprise!” I said, trying not grin. But I was failing, I saw Lucy still looked horrified, and I tried to apologize, saying I had met Lucy the night before, and we had just hit it off. I had only found out early in the morning they had been occasionally sleeping together.

But I saw Amy looking at me, also in horror. “Charles? You told me your name was Rob!” The last was in almost a shriek.

“It is, Charles Robert Heller, Junior. I hate Junior. And it’s confusing having the same name as my dad, so I normally go by ‘CR’, or Rob.”

Lucy looked at both of us, and in a slightly hysterical voice said “Surprise!”

Lucy looked horrified still, and I looked at Amy in confusion. Which quickly slammed into me when my overnight lover said “Charles, I never asked for your full name. My full name is Amelia Olivia Bentley. My mom is Sheila Bentley. Lucy and I hit it off, because we remembered meeting and playing when I was here as a kid. And her dad is my mother’s ex-husband, so we had no problem becoming lovers because there is no blood relation.”

My eyes opened in horror, no! It can’t be true!

“Surprise!” my little sister said again, as my baby sister started crying.

It was a cold winter day, as was expected the week before Christmas. I still had a few last gifts to get, and went ahead and drove to the mall. I figured I could get several of them at one stop, as I still had my sister’s kids as well as one for the receptionist where I worked.

I had selected a coffee mug for Joan and was heading to the music store to see if I could find something for my niece when I saw a group of teens over at the food court. There were six of them, and they were all in a cluster and giggling. I smiled at seeing them, as who could not find the sight of a half dozen teens from fourteen to seventeen cute in their schoolgirl outfits. I even recognized them by their outfits as attending the Saint Nicholas Preparatory Academy. And I was almost past them when I heard one of the girls call my name.

“Tim, is that you?” one of them said, then quickly ran over and threw herself into my arms. I smiled and hugged her back, laughing along with her as it had been over a year. I held her at arm’s length and looked at her.

The last year had been a very good one for Carmen. The last time I had seen her was over a year ago when I was dating her mother. Back then she was fourteen and just starting to transform from a cute tomboy to a really cute girl. But now, she was unquestionably a hottie, with her rich brown hair flowing over her shoulders, and I noticed the scrunchie around one of her wrists.

I saw her friends still huddled together and whispering as we hugged again, and I let her pull me over to the others. “Girls, this is Tim. He and my mom dated for over a year, and I’ve not seen him in ages.” I chatted with them all, and they were all adorable. With their proper knee length dark blue skirts, white blouses, and matching blue blazers. And because it was winter and there was almost six inches of snow outside, black tights or hose. I greeted each of them, even though I would never hope to remember all of their names. However, I did notice that each of them had a small gold pin over their school patch on their left breast.

We all chatted for about fifteen minutes, and I said I still had a few more gifts to get before the mall turned into a madhouse. And I welcomed Carmen when she asked if she could join me. I figured she might be the perfect person to help me pick a gift for a fourteen year old girl.

In a way, Carmen could almost have been my daughter, or at least my step-daughter. I dated her mom for almost two years, and we had gotten rather close. Her mom Isabel and I had been a couple back when she was thirteen, and broke up when she was fourteen. And in some ways at that time I considered her “the one that got away”. And it was not even a fight or anything. She was a widow I had met through mutual friends, and something just clicked between us. I spent almost half my time at their place, and at least once a week the two of them came to mine.

Dating Isabel was a first, as I knew right away that I was dating them as a set. Dates out with just the two of us were rare, as almost every single time if I was with Isabel, Carmen was there also. And that was fine with me, because I grew to love her as well. And being a bit of a tomboy, sometimes it was almost as if I was going out with Carmen as her mom chaperoned. Like taking them both ice skating, where I had to alternate which one I skated with. Or going to the park where Carmen and I would be kicking around a soccer ball as Isabel sat at a table nearby reading.

Even then Carmen really loved soccer, and on occasion it would be just the two of us going to the park as her mom stayed at home. We almost were like a family, but ultimately there was a big problem we could never manage to overcome. I was in my early thirties, and like many was more than feeling the urge to settle down and start a family. However, Isabel already had one child, and was not interested in having any others.

And in addition, Isabel also considered herself to be a “Good Catholic”. In other words, no matter how amazing our late night make-out sessions were after Carmen had gone to bed, ultimately they never went past “second base”. Some incredibly steamy kissing, and even some groping of chests through our clothing. But never past what I had experienced in junior high as she would allow me to squeeze and caress her bottom and her breasts, but never without clothing in between her amazing body and my hands. And just like in junior high, I would return home alone where I would masturbate like a teenager again. But I never pressured her for more, no matter how much I wanted to. And eventually, our breakup was actually rather civil, and there were no fights or anything. She simply realized that I wanted at least one child, and she was not willing to have another baby.

And as I was looking through the CDs, I glanced at Carmen as she was looking through and giving me suggestions. I could still recognize her, and only see a bit of the girl I had roughhoused with a few years before. But she had matured in amazing ways. Her face was longer than I remembered, no longer as round as it had been. And she had grown her hair out, no longer the tomboyish hair that barely met her shoulders but was almost to her mid-back. Finally I followed her advice and selected a Faith Hill and Barenaked Ladies CD, and then we went to a toy store. There I got a Bigfoot radio controlled truck for my nephew, and put them both in my car. We headed back in, and were looking through an electronics store when I realized I did not know if Susie had a CD player. So I called my sister, and she said she did not. Carmen watched as I did that, and asked if she could call her mom to let her know where she was.

I smiled and explained how to use a cell phone, and selected a CD player. And as Carmen and Isabel were still talking on the phone and she was not paying attention to me, I saw something next to the counter that I grabbed on impulse. I had missed last Christmas, and figured a single gift would help make up for that.

I was just putting my wallet away when Carmen handed me the phone. Isabel thanked me for spending some time with her daughter, and I said that no thanks were needed, I loved seeing her again. And before I realized it, I found myself agreeing to have dinner with them after I took Carmen home.

Finally everything was in the back of my car, and we were chatting as we headed to her apartment. I saw her reach up and remove the pin that had been on her blazer, and asked what that was and why she was putting it away.

“Oh, a lot of us wear pins to show our interests. Like soccer, volleyball, basketball, music, and the like. They are frowned down upon, and we can’t wear them at school. But we often put them on once we get out of school.” And indeed, I had noticed that each of the girls she had been with had at least one pin. And some had several. We were at a stoplight so I asked to see it. It was a gold shield, and I saw on it “SOS 2:3”. I did not know what book or chapter it was, but I did recognize it as shorthand for a Bible passage. I asked her if she was in a Bible club, and she smiled. “Oh, it’s something like that. It’s kind of an unofficial club some of us girls belong to.”

Isabel came up when we got there and gave me a big hug, and thanked me for watching out for Carmen and driving her home. I told her that no thanks were needed, I was more than happy to do so as it let us spend some time together. Carmen went off to her room as her mom and I got acquainted again, and I saw that she had lasagna and garlic bread on the table already.

Carmen joined us in a pair of pink sweats, and after I opened the wine we all started eating. Mostly we just caught up, and Isabel was proud to tell me that Carmen was the center on the school soccer team. I told them I had been promoted, and was now the assistant IT director for my office. Isabel was now the manager of a restaurant on the other side of town. And towards the end, it was Carmen that asked me if I was seeing anybody.

“Oh, not at the moment. I did date a few gals, but nothing like your mom here.” That earned me a smile from both of them, and then she surprised me by offering that her mom had dated a few guys after me, but never for very long. “Carmen!” her mom said, and blushed a bit as I saw her daughter smile and wink at me.

Isabel shooed us out as she cleaned up the table, and once in the living room Carmen confided in me that her mom had never dated anybody for anywhere near as long as she was with me. “Honestly, I think they get frustrated that mom won’t give it up and move on.”

“Carmen!” I said softly but firmly. “That’s not a nice thing to say, and you should not gossip about your mother like that.” But she simply smiled at me, and shook her head. Her mom rejoined us, and handed me a refilled glass of wine so we sat in the living room and caught up. And Isabel admitted she had dated several guys since we had broken up, but they never stayed for very long. She rested her hand on Carmen’s shoulder, and softly admitted that most did not care that she had a daughter and wanted her alone for most of their dates.

“Tim, in that you were actually unusual. It was almost as if you were dating both of us, and I know Carmen appreciated it also. I’m just sorry things did not work out between us.”

“Well, it was not that different for me. Dated one gal for about four months, but she made it clear she never wanted kids. I was with another for over a month before I found out she already had a son.”

Carmen looked up at me, and asked if that was a problem. “Oh sugar, you should know me better than that! I had no problem at all, but the fact she felt like she had to hide him was a problem. I love your mother, and I love you also. And that gal admitted she wanted at least one or two kids, but her not telling me she already had one was the issue. I mean, what else was she keeping a secret from me?”

I saw both of them watching me closely as I said that, and both nodded. Isabel even adding that trust was a big part in any relationship. We chatted together until almost 10:00, when Carmen gave be a big hug and kissed my cheek before heading off to bed. And after that Isabel sat next to me on the couch, and our conversation got a bit more intimate.

She admitted that each of the guys she dated after me would only last a month or so. And although she never said so, I sensed that the lack of sex is why most moved on. Of course, she never actually said “sex”, but “intimacy”. But we both knew exactly what she meant.

“Tim, was it that much of a problem between us in that way?”

I smiled at her and reached out and held her hand in mine. “Isabel, not really. I mean, I did miss not being able to be intimate with you like that. But I loved being with both of you. I dated you for you, not just as a way to get sex. You made it clear early on that you would never have sex until you were married, and I respected that. I think ultimately, it was the issue of kids that had us break up. And to be honest, now I am growing to accept that I will likely never have a kid of my own. I am getting older, and most gals our age don’t want kids, or more kids I should say.”

I saw her nod and take another drink. “Well, you can always look for a younger girl. For many, you might be quite a catch. Single, and no kids or ex-wife. You have a good job, own your own house, and are rather handsome. In fact, there are times I kick myself for the promises I made to myself after Carl died.”

I took both of her hands in mine and held them tight, as she rarely talked about her late husband. “Isabel, don’t ever regret your choices. May I be frank for a moment?” She looked into my eyes and nodded, and I smiled and continued. “As I said, our not having sex was never a huge problem with me. I had you, and at the same time I had Carmen. As for other urges, let’s just say I could take care of things once I got home and leave it at that.”

She actually blushed as I said that, knowing I was implying that I often masturbated when I got home. And I was a bit surprised when she softly admitted it had been the same for her. We hugged and held each other for about five minutes after that, gently caressing each other’s back and arms as we did. Then after a soft kiss, I said it was getting late and I should go home.

I think Isabel understood, and we shared a tender kiss before standing up. “Tim, can you do me a favor, please? She understood when we broke up why she would not be seeing you anymore, but can you try and give Carmen some time at least occasionally? You are the closest she ever had to a father figure once her dad died. And I know we would both appreciate it if you could at least be in her life sometimes.”

“Well, I promise I can do that. I think mostly I stayed away out of respect for you. I imagine a lot of guys would have found it strange if your ex-boyfriend was around, and might not believe it was just to see your daughter.”

“Well, let me worry about that. But please, I think Carmen can use a steady male figure in her life.”

We shared another hug, then a soft kiss before she walked me to the door. And I smiled as I drove home, as it was like it was over a year before. A great dinner with two lovely ladies, just with less intimacy. And I did not even have the urge to jack off when I got home.

The next day I had just finished wrapping the gifts when I got a call. It was Carmen, and she asked me for my email address. So I gave her the one I used at home, and she said she had some things she wanted to send to me. We talked for about ten minutes, and after I hung up I went and had some lunch. And once I was finished I went into my office and logged onto the Internet.

After listening to the expected screaming form the modem, I was soon on and went to my email. And was not surprised to see an email from Carmen. She talked about how happy she had been to see me, and that several of the girls had admitted they thought I was cute for an older guy. And seeing that she had attached several photos I smiled and downloaded them.

The first was much like I had seen her yesterday. In her school uniform, but obviously earlier in the year as there were three of them, one showing all of her including her bare legs. And the next of her torso with her smiling at the camera. And yet another that was obviously of her soccer team, and of just her in her soccer uniform. And she was easy to spot on the bottom row. Her legs were crossed, but her hands demurely in front of her groin as she should be for a proper girl like she was. And I recognized that two of the other girls in the photo had been with her at the mall.

I looked through them again, and took a chance and added her address to my MSN Instant Messenger. And was not surprised to see she was there, but not online. But I added her anyways, so maybe we could talk again soon. And I went ahead and pulled up my Yahoo account and added her to that as well.

On Sunday I was checking out the football scores, and saw that she had logged on to her computer. She accepted my request right away on MSN, and she said she was glad to see me there. And I was not sure if she was teasing when she said she thought I was too old for instant messaging. I reminded her I was an IT person, so always kept up on the newest technology.

And I saw that she responded to my request on Yahoo, and that she said that she did not know me. I smiled, and said I lived in the same town and that I had thought her profile picture had looked cute. And it was kinda strange, as we were having two very different conversations. On MSN she was telling me about her looking forward to school break. And on Yahoo, she was asking if I had found her through her group. I admitted I had heard of it, but was not a member.

She went ahead and added me as a friend, and I was a bit surprised when she asked me what I looked like. I realized she had no idea that was me, as it was my Yahoo ID and not the one I use on MSN. So I described myself, and she said I sounded great. And a few minutes later she told me she had to log off to do some things.

I looked and found the group she had talked about and joined it. It was a private group, called “Song of Solomon”. And nobody else in the group was on, but I saw there were around fifty members. And in the photo area were photos of a dozen girls. And each was wearing their school uniforms, but they were sexy photos. First of all, each of the girls was apparently listed under a pseudonym, as each had a name from the Bible under their photos. And also, each of the girls was either wearing a mask or had the photo covering them from their neck down. And some of the photos showed the girl in their blazer without their blouse, one even with the blazer open so I could just see the center of their chest between their breasts.

I spotted Carmen easily as “Rahab”, as I had seen her in a swimsuit before. The photo showed her head, and she was of all things wearing one of those Sailor Moon girl masks. I had no idea which one, but she had got it when she was twelve and it was the one with green hair. And the small mole just above her left breast was confirmation, as I had only seen that a few times when we went to a pool and she was in a swimsuit.

Carmen was wearing her blazer as well, but the top buttons were undone and I could see the top of her swelling breast in it as well as the mole. What in the hell had I stumbled into? And I noticed that there were images of praying hands below each of the photos, from one to four of them. And on the blazer each girl was wearing was the same SOS 2:3 pin that I saw Carmen wearing.

I went ahead and logged off to make dinner, and was wondering what in the hell the group was. I was in the group under the name “RamFan”, and apparently she had no idea that was me. After dinner I logged on again, and saw that Carmen was logged on also, but listed as “away from keyboard” on MSN. But on Yahoo, she was active and I was soon in a group chat.

There were two other females in there, and five guys. The other girls were “Sheba” and “Abigail”. Everybody welcomed me, and I noticed that the guys were flirting with the girls quite a bit, even asking them some rather risqué questions, like what they were wearing and to describe their bodies.

I looked at the page with the members, and saw that Sheba was a black girl. And she was rather well proportioned, and she listed her age as 16. Abigail was slender and blonde, and listed her age as 15. And I was surprised a bit when one asked Rahab to meet him after school. She asked him to message her in private, and Carmen got quiet in the room. Sheba was flirting with me, so I returned it and I was a bit surprised after a few minutes when she sent me a private message asking if I wanted to get together with her.

I politely declined, but said I would in another week. “Well, don’t wait too long. Vacation is about to start and I will likely be busy then.”

What had I run across, some kind of teen dating group? Rahab returned and said she had a date for Wednesday after school, and each of the girls congratulated her. And when Sheba asked, Carmen admitted it was for “Three prayers”. Shortly afterwards she logged off, and apparently Sheba was still trying to entice me. She even sent me a photo of her from the neck down. It was obvious it was her because of the skin color, but it was unlike the one on the group page where she was in a mask with her blouse and blazer pulled tight against her chest. This time there was no blouse, and the blazer was pulled open so it stopped at the edge of her nipples. They were barely covered, and the swellings were enticing.

“Come on, I’m free this week. Surely you can set aside an hour or so, and have something to eat together.” I confided in her I was not a teen, but was in my thirties and she just sent me a laugh.

“Oh, even better. Older guys are much nicer than the kids my age. Tell me you have a car, right?” And when I assured her I did, she said we could get together for two prayers. “Normally it’s three, but if you can drop me off at the mall afterwards two will be fine.” This was all very confusing, but I agreed. She told me to meet her at the McDonald’s near the school at 4:15. I told her I would be driving a gray Ford, and I would see her there on Monday.

I remember thinking before I went to bed that it must be some kind of hook-up group. And “prayers” must be some kind of code, maybe for how long they could be together. Maybe each prayer in a date was a half hour. It seemed like Sheba was offering to spend an hour with me, and I figured that would let me know a bit more what was going on, and what Carmen had gotten herself into.

One advantage of being the number two guy in my department is that my hours were somewhat flexible. I simply had to work a nine hour shift including my one hour lunch break, and I could start as early as 6:00 in the morning, or as late as 10:00 in the morning. And even that could change, as the month before I had to do an update to the system while everybody was off work. So on that day I came in at 6:00 in the evening and worked all night until 3:00 in the morning.

So on Monday I went to work at 6:00 in the morning, and went ahead and used the extra two hours before people came in to push a full update of the latest antivirus software out. Jake was my boss, and while he was a bit surprised I was in so early he was glad I had done something we both had been pushing off for weeks.

After work I rushed home and after taking a shower decided to change into slacks and a polo shirt. I did not think wearing my suit would quite be appropriate. I got to the arranged place at 4:10, and a minute or so later I saw Sheba walking to the front of the place. I rolled down the window and called her name, and she saw me right away and came over with a smile on her face.

I went over and held the door open for her, which got me a startled look, but also a smile from her. Once I was back in I reached out and introduced myself as Tim, and she gave me a big grin that showed a lot of white teeth. “Oh, my name is Tina, so you can call me Sheba or Tina, whichever you prefer.”

I smiled and said I would call her Tina, and I asked where she wanted to go. “Well, let me ask this, are you married?” I assured her I was not, she then suggested we go to my place. I snuck glances at her as I drove, and she was a knockout. And I saw the same gold pin over her left breast. SOS 2:3. And when we arrived, she did seem suitably impressed. And after getting her a soda we were soon sitting on the couch.

“Hmmm, I like this. Most guys can’t wait to get started.” I asked her what they wanted to get started with, and she turned and faced me, looking right into my eye. “What, seriously? Oh my god, you don’t know what the group is?”

She was actually laughing, and shaking her head in mirth and I felt embarrassed. “Actually, I figured it was some kind of Bible dating group. We did meet the other day, I dated Carmen’s mom a few years ago and that was the first time I had seen her in over a year. We started sending emails, and got connected on MSN. I also added her to my Yahoo Messenger, but I think she did not recognize me as that is a different address.”

“Oh, I guess in a way you can say it is a Bible dating group, a very special one. Tell me, do you read the Bible?” I admitted I did, and when she asked I did indeed have one. And after she asked I went to my bedroom and got it from the bedside table and brought it into the living room. “OK, you see this pin, right? You know what it means?”

When I shook my head, she giggled. “OK, SOS is ‘Song of Solomon’, or ‘Song of Songs’. You know the rest, right?”

“Of course, chapter and verse.” And as I was saying that, I opened it up and quickly found the right book. And then the right chapter and verse, and felt my head spinning. “Tina, this has to be some kind of mistake, right? I can’t be reading this right.”

“Oh, you are probably reading it right, baby. Trust me, we all know that line by heart. ‘Like an apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my lover among men. In his shadow I delight to sit, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.’ It’s actually rather symbolic.”

“Wait, do you know what this even means?”

I did not expect her to break out into giggles, and nod her head. “Oh, indeed I do. We all do. It is a really sexy way of a woman describing how she sucks a man’s cock.” And she then went on to explain how the group got started, and how it worked.

Apparently it had been going for at least five years. Apparently some of the students had taken to wearing “Purity Rings” at school, and more or less slut-shaming any girls that did not wear them. But one of the girls at that point had found a “loophole”, and that was that the girls could remain pure, and still have sex through oral sex.

And apparently the news recently with many people claiming that the President had not lied reinforced that idea. That is saying that he “did not have sex” with an intern was true, as oral sex was not sex. And she even showed me proudly the ring she wore on her finger, saying she was still a virgin and intended to remain one until she got married.

“So, what exactly are the prayers, then? Do you expect me to pray with you, before or after?”

She giggled again, and then got a bit more serious. “No, actually that is something that started last year. We started as just a group of girls that liked blowing our boyfriends. But, well, some of us are ‘Scholarship Students’. Oh, not me. My parents are actually fairly well off, and own the local Micky D’s franchise. That is why I suggested we meet there, my being there is not all that unusual as they always give me free soda being the owner’s daughter. But one of the girls admitted she sometimes blew a guy in her apartment for $20. So that is what the prayers are. $10 for each prayer.”

I gulped at that. “So, you expect $30 for this?” I softly asked.

“Oh no, I did agree to two prayers. I don’t do this for the money, I just really enjoy doing it. I can only go on dates with somebody else, to ensure nothing happens. And I am serious about my vow. But I still get urges, and they say Onanism is also a sin so I can’t even do that. But I get pleasure also from doing that, so it keeps me from doing other sins.”

I found my head spinning around these contradictions, and at the same time logical reasoning behind her explanation. And it had been months, and I found my resistance crumble when she reached over and caressed me though my slacks. And as the quote stated, with my slacks pulled past my knees Tina was soon sitting on her heels and giving pleasure to my fruit.

And oh my, she was very good. I looked down at her face, mouth open as she bobbed up and down on my cock, sucking as she bobbed. And several minutes in, she moved up from her seated position and moved so her body was over my right leg. And after a few moments, I realized she had lifted her skirt and was pressing against my calf.

The little minx was masturbating herself against my leg! Although technically, she was not. The juncture between her thighs just happened to fall there, and she was not actually touching herself as she did so. I told her how good it felt, and could feel her moan in appreciation.

I moaned I was close, and she just redoubled her efforts. And crying out her name softly, I came in her mouth. And she swallowed everything down, obviously taking her role seriously as she was finding my fruit sweet. And I laid there a bit dazed, and could tell she was still a bit frustrated.

I urged her to come up, and caressing her cheeks gave her a long kiss, then held her tightly, saying that had been amazing. “But you are still in need, right Tina?” She nodded a bit shyly, but assured me that was alright, it would not be the first time.

I then urged her to sit on the couch, and I knelt at her feet. She looked a bit apprehensively at me as I reached under her skirt and grasped her panties and black tights. But at that, her hands lowered and she grasped my hands, telling me no. “No, doing that was not a sin, and I am not going to have sex with you.”

I smiled at her, and quickly picked up my copy of the bible and flipped to find a half-remembered quote. And thankfully it was just a few chapters afterwards. I smiled and handed it to her and told her to read Chapter 4, verse 16. She took it, and read through it, then read it out loud.

“Awake north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, and its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.”

After she read that she looked into my face and blushed, and I smiled. “So see, if I was to do the same thing in return, it would be like what you did for me. So please, let me blow on your garden, so your fragrance will spread everywhere, and I can taste your choice fruits.”

And I felt her raise her hips, and I quickly reached back under her skirt and pulled down her panties and tights and tossed both onto the floor. And urging her thighs to spread, I took a deep breath, then gave a slow stream of air over her garden. I could see she was wet, and I could indeed smell her fragrance. Like a heady perfume, I send another breath as I moved closer.

Then sank my face into her most precious garden. Her hands quickly moved to the back of my head and held me in place, moaning as I let my tongue caress her everywhere. I even slid my tongue into her and felt her buck a bit under me, and was amazed I could barely slide in.

She may be amazing at sucking cocks, but Tina was still a virgin! Her hymen was still intact, so I moved my tongue away, not wanting to pierce her even by accident. I instead concentrated on her clit, and in minutes she was bucking her hips against my face as her cries made it obvious she was having a wonderful orgasm.

I remained there until she came a second time, then pulled back. Licking my lips and as much of my face as my tongue could reach. She had a somewhat dazed look on her face, but also a huge smile.

“Oh my, nobody has ever done that for me! That felt like nothing I had ever experienced before, ever!” She let me kiss her again, and I wonder what she thought as she was surely tasting herself on my lips as we kissed. We got ourselves cleaned up, and we cuddled up on the couch as she still had almost an hour until I had to take her back.

As we did I let my right hand caress her breasts, and she reached up and pushed my hand away. “No, that would tempt me, and I will not be tempted.” But I had been thinking of this, and brought the Bible back out and the passage was not hard to find. I then read it out loud.

“I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its fruit.’ May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples, and your mouth like the best wine. May the wine go straight to my lover, flowing gently over lips and teeth.”

She watched me as I read that, and I saw her nostrils flare a bit as she understood the meaning. And without much effort I had her blouse open, as well as her bra. And she murmured as I feasted on her fruit. And before long I had her panties and tights pulled to her knees and was showing her my fingers were just as good as my tongue was as I got her off again.

I tried to pay her, but she refused. “Tim honey, trust me when I say I should almost be paying you for that. I have never felt so satisfied after a date. And I sure hope we can do this again.”

Well, I made her swear to silence that she would tell nobody about us, especially Carmen. And in return, I would give her another date at least once a week, preferably twice. And that Thursday it was a repeat, and I picked her up around the corner from the school at 3:45, and knew we would have over two hours together.

And after she blew me the first time, I moved us to the floor and showed her the delights of 69. Where she came two times more before she could bring me back to full staff and give her another helping.

The next week I called Isabel and asked if I could come over for a bit. It was the day before Christmas Eve, and she sounded curious and agreed. But I think the last thing she or Carmen expected was that I was delivering presents for each of them. With her mom’s permission she opened the present from me, and shrieked when she saw it was one of those new Diamond Rio MP3 players. With an extra 32 megabyte memory card so she could put an entire hour of music on it. She was crying as she hugged me, thanking me over and over for such a gift.

“Well, I missed last year, so only thought I should give you something special to help make up for it.” And Isabel cried softly as she opened hers, and saw it was one of the new DVD players that had recently come out. Along with a copy of “Stargate”, as I remembered she had loved that movie when we rented it while we were together.

The both apologized for not having anything for me, but I told them it was not a problem. “Trust me, I’m happy just to see that you like them, and this is the season for giving. I’m glad I was able to do this for the two of you.”

Well, that turned into an invitation to return the next night for Christmas Eve Dinner, and I drove all of us to Christmas Eve Mass. And that night Isabel and I more or less got back together again. Making out for over two hours after Carmen went back to bed.

And for the next year, I continued to see Tina twice a week. Normally on Monday and Thursday evenings, and we made sure that she was never so consumed by lust that she would give up her virginity to some guy just because she had urges. I also never let Carmen know that I knew what she was doing, or that the reason her friend had dropped out of the group was me.

I was there when Carmen and Tina graduated, holding Isabel’s hand as we were engaged. I finally accepted that I was too old for kids, as was Isabel. But Carmen was like a daughter to me by then, so it no longer mattered. She was even calling me “pops”, and had told me she could never call me “dad” as that was her real father who had passed. But I did not care, I knew whenever she said that she was seeing me as her father, even if not in blood.

My final time with Tina was right before she left for college. She was going to an Ivy League one out of state, and had told her parents she was staying with friends. Where in reality we used our hands and mouths to exhaustion on each other. And as she laid with her head on my chest right before she fell asleep, I caressed her face and admired her dark features for the last time in this way.

“I may just have to see if I can get a chapter of SOS 2:3 when I get there. After all, without you around to satisfy my urges, I might succumb to lust otherwise.”

And it was four years later that we got a letter from Tina, announcing her graduation and engagement to a guy she had been dating for the last year and a half. And I had to smile when in the letter she said she had “kept her promise” and was looking forward to marriage.

My wife asked me what that meant, and I simply shook my head and said I had no idea. And I hoped that her husband would be pleased to find out his bride was still a virgin. Even if a highly experienced virgin.

Carmen was sitting in front of her new computer, finishing a report due the next week on the John Adams administration. She went ahead and printed it out, and stretched and yawned. She grabbed it off the printer when went into the kitchen to grab a soda.

One thing she admitted to herself, her mother getting back together with Tim has been good for things she had not imagined at the time. She loved him almost as much as she had loved her own father, and was glad they were together again. And she smiled to herself as she was glad her shopping with him and getting him to drive her home had worked exactly as she had hoped.

She knew her mother had been miserable after they broke up, and Carmen admitted she was also as his leaving left a “Tim sized hole” in their lives. Her mom did date a few guys after him, but rarely for even a month before it ended. And she was sure it was because her mom was not putting out at all.

Before sitting at her desk again, Carmen went ahead and got undressed and sighed as she caressed under her breasts where the cups tended to dig in just a bit. And she knew that meant it was almost time for her to get her mom to take her shopping again. In the few months it seems like her breasts suddenly decided to grow again, from their perky B cups to now being almost a C. And glad that her mom and Tim had gone out for dinner and a movie that night, she sat back down in only her panties and connected her computer to the Internet.

And yes, this new computer was much faster! Well, not new as Tim said it was surplus from where he worked. But the 200 MHz Pentium was much faster than the 33 MHz 80486 she had before. That also being a surplus unit from where he worked. While glad to see them in love again, the knowledge she would occasionally get new computers was just a nice bonus.

Carmen sipped her soda as she saw who was online, and was soon logging into the private group she was a member of. “Song of Solomon” was what it was called, in reference to the pins that the dozen girls that belonged to it wore. It was a private group, so almost nobody ever joined that was not known to at least one other. And as one of the administrators to the group, she often was the one chatting with them to decide if they could join or not.

The only new join request was from somebody named “BuzzBeer”, and she chuckled when she saw that. At least it was somebody that liked The Drew Carey Show, maybe even as much as she did. Not many other than a fan would recognize the concoction made for the show which combined coffee and beer.

She looked through the profile, and saw they were a student at St. Nicholas also. No pictures, but he described himself as being on the chess team, school newspaper, and yearbook committee. She tried to think of who she knew that was into all three, but could not think of anybody. And as he was online she messaged him and asked him a few questions, and he admitted he learned of the group from his cousin who also had graduated from St. Nicholas the year before. Satisfied with his answers and promising to tell nobody else without her permission she allowed him in.

She joined the group chat herself, and saw that Sheba was flirting with “ROTC_Lad”, a guy they knew that went to the local public high school. He was somebody that Carmen “knew”, having had a few dates with him in the past. Kind of long and thin in the cock department, and a really good kisser. And on their occasional dates, she learned he rarely lasted long but in a half hour could get it up again. The second time lasting much longer.

She was a bit surprised to see Sheba in there, as she had not been in much in months. She pulled Tina into a private chat and asked if she was back, and she said she was not. “I’m still kinda seeing that guy, but nothing was going on so decided to see what was going on in here.” Carmen smiled at that, and swore to herself that someday she would find out who her friend’s mystery boyfriend was.

The only thing Carmen could get out of Tina was that he was an older guy, and did not go to their school. So she figured he was most likely a student at the local Community College. She had been with a few of those, and those had always been fun dates. And when Carmen asked if she was going to be more active, she smiled at her friend’s response.

“LOL, I have never really been out. The guy I’m seeing just takes care of most of my needs so there has not been much need to be in here.”

“Then why are you here now?”

“Oh, he could not make our regular date night. So I figured I might find somebody for the weekend.”

“I thought you two were like exclusive or something? That was why you had not been active lately.”

“Oh no, I’m just not AS active. –grin- We ain’t exclusive or anything, just mostly so for me.”

Carmen prodded her a bit, and saw that BuzzBeer had joined the chat, and she was splitting her time between talking with the eight people in the group, as well as Tina. And her friend finally admitted that every few weeks she did meet up with somebody in the room.

“It ain’t like I need the money. And as they say, variety is the spice of life.”

Carmen agreed with that, and at about that time she saw Tina was responding less often, and CerealKiller had gone completely silent. Carmen grinned at that, knowing that CK was really Marcus, and she had been with him a few times. He was a Junior like they were, and had a respectably sized cock. And right before Tina logged off she sent in IM that she had arranged to meet Marcus at the mall the next day.

Carmen knew what that would mean, and wished her friend luck. Meanwhile in the room she and BuzzBeer were talking about the latest changes on the Drew Carey, and they both said they were unsure about bringing in a brother. As well as the love triangle that seemed to be developing between Drew, Kate, and Oswald.

And she was not real surprised when after a bit BB asked her about the praying hand icons under their pictures. She grinned as she typed in that if somebody wanted to ask them on a date, each hand represented $10.

“So, like we would have to pay you to go on a date with us?”

She paused for a moment, and then went ahead and told him that they were not romantic dates, but that her or the other girls would provide a service to ensure they were satisfied at the end. “I mean, you don’t have to take us to a movie, or do anything other than get with us and we can both have a good time.” And they chatted a bit longer, and she smiled when he finally got up the courage to ask her out.

She told him to meet her after school in the library. “You know those study rooms in the back? Go to number three, be there by 3:45 and knock on the door twice. I’ll open the door and we will have at least an hour before we have to leave.” He said he would be there, and a bit later she logged off and went to heat up a pot pie for dinner. And after eating she made sure her IM was turned off when she logged back on. And for the last hour before going to bed Carmen spent it masturbating as she read a few stories from ASSTR and had another window open to a series of animated GIF files showing girls giving blowjobs.

Finally relaxed she went to bed, and was almost asleep when her mom returned from her date. And idly wondered as she fell asleep if her mom had pleased Tim as she did her dates. After all, she knew her mom swore that she would never have sex without being married. But blowjobs were not sex, as everybody now knew.

On Monday Carmen was pondering who BuzzBeer might be. She looked at the photo in the hall of the chess club, but none really stood out to her. They all looked like geeks, even the girls. But when school got out she went into room three and pulled out her math book and spread her homework on the table.

Just a few minutes later she heard a knock on the door, and with a smile went to answer it. But the last person she expected to see when she opened it was Bill Andrews. He looked equally surprised, and in a questioning voice asked “Rahab?”

She quickly shushed him, and grabbing his hand pulled him into the room and made sure the door was locked after she closed it. Now of all the guys, Bill was about the last one she had imagined to be wanting to hire her. And it was not a surprise she did not even think of him, as he was the youngest student in the school.

Bill was a kind of wunderkind, only 14 years old and a Junior. He was in her year, even though he was over two years younger than she was. And she knew he was likely going to be going to CalTech, MIT, or some other high tech school. He was one of the handful of scholarship students, but his was not as a way to help add diversity as much as he really was a genius.

And she looked at him blushing, and seemingly at a loss for words. She realized then he was kinda cute, in a shy and bashful way. “So, you’re BuzzBeer, I take it?”

Bill nodded, and said that she was the last person he expected to be Rahab. Carmen raised her eyebrow at that, and asked if he was disappointed. More than once guys would expect some WASP, instead of the slightly darker skinned Latina who arrived for an appointment. “Oh goodness no! I mean, I’ve only had a crush on you since we were in biology class last year.”

“What, on me? I figured that Stacy or Kelly would be more your type.” Which was true, as like Bill they were both blondes. And unquestionably had better figures than Carmen did, being C cups even then, when she was barely into a B cup.

And she smiled when Bill blushed, and nodded. “Oh, they looked nice too, but I don’t know, there was just something about you. Maybe because you took the class so seriously, and you would take a strand of hair and twist it around your fingers as you worked on a problem. I loved watching you do that.”

It was Carmen’s turn to blush then, as that was something she had done for as long as she could remember. And even though he was younger and smaller than she was, she had to admit Bill really was cute. And it was always better if the guy was cute. But she knew their time was limited, so asked him if he was ready.

Bill blushed again, but nodded and reached into his pocket. But Carmen reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him. “OK, just so you know, never give us the money. See my math book there? When we are done, put it inside the front cover. You know what was agreed, and I trust you. But just so you know, if it is not there when I leave, this will be the last time with me or any of the other girls.”

He removed his hand from his pocket, and quickly nodded. “Oh, I would never do that! I mean, that would just be wrong.” He then looked a bit shy and unsure of himself, and she thought it looked adorable.

Reaching out and taking his hand in hers, Carmen softly asked if it was his first time. He looked into her eyes, and nodded. She felt a bit of a thrill at that, knowing she was going to be his first ever. She guided him to the chair next to where she had been sitting and gently pushed him down into it. Then as she pulled her hair band out and shook out her ponytail so her dark brown hair flowed over her shoulders, she gave him the first timer speech.

“OK, so you know the rules. You can touch me anywhere you can reach, but gently. You can run your fingers through my hair, but no pulling. And don’t try to hold my head, caresses only. You can touch my breasts, but no mauling them. And through my top, you can’t open it. Now maybe, just maybe in the future I will open it myself so you can, but not this time.”

He nodded his head like a broken puppet, and as she sank to her knees in front of him he asked if there was not a danger in doing it there. She laughed as she unfastened his belt, then unbuttoned his slacks and pulled down his zipper. “No, one of the girls a couple of years ago broke the doorknob to this room. She put paperclips and superglue in the keyhole, so the key will not go in. And since the door will unlock whenever it closes, they just have not bothered to fix it. Now, one last thing. Right before you cum, you need to tell me. Don’t worry, Bill. I’ll let you cum in my mouth, but give me some warning first, OK?”

He looked nervous, but nodded his agreement as she reached for the waist and had him lift his bottom so she could pull his slacks and underwear down. And he looked really shy as she looked down at him. He was not the smallest boy she had been with, and was sure in a few years he would grow to a nice size. He was only around four inches long, and just under an inch across. She actually felt saliva flood into her mouth, as she thought his dick was adorable.

Carmen loved cocks of all size, but really loved them smaller like this. As she could take it all the way into her mouth, and it was not uncomfortable at all. And he was not even fully hard yet, so reached out and took him in her hand and started to stroke his length. Carmen heard Bill moan softly, and looked up into his face.

And she thought he looked absolutely adorable once again, his eyes half closed as he was feeling the delights a girl could give him for the first time ever. And when he reached out and caressed her face, he softly asked if he could kiss her first. Carmen raised her face up and he bent down to kiss her. And it was obviously his first kiss, as their noses collided. And it was a minute in that she got tired of waiting and used her tongue to get him to open his mouth.

And as they kissed, she felt his cock get even harder. Now Bill was far from the biggest cock she had ever felt, but he was surely the hardest. It made her think of a broomstick in her hand, he was as hard and thick as one. And she felt her mouth salivate knowing she was going to be sucking on it soon.

And finally breaking the kiss, she looked into his eyes and smiled, then lowered her head. And Bill gave a wordless groan as she opened her mouth wide and took him inside. And soon had her lips around the base of his cock, and his sparse pubic hair against her nose. Carmen used her tongue to caress his shaft, loving how soft and hard he was at the same time. And pressing with her lips firmly she started to move her head up and down.

And was not incredibly surprised when in less than three minutes, he was babbling that he was close. Carmen smiled around the cock in her mouth as she bobbed her head faster, feeling the vein on the underside of his cock throb, and his entire cock give a kind of lurch in her mouth and it was like it was bucking inside her mouth. And the first shot of cum splattered against the back of her throat. And another, and yet another. Finally the throbbing stopped, and she carefully raised her head until only the crown was in her mouth, and she let her tongue caress the tip. Then pulling back and with a shudder she swallowed his cum.

Bill was slumped in the chair, almost as if all of his bones had turned to jelly. And when she moved up to kiss him again, he did not even resist and returned her kisses. And Carmen shivered when she felt his hand move up from her waist and grasp her breast. And she felt her excitement rise as his kissing improved, and his fingers found her nipple and started to play with it through her blouse and bra.

And she was not surprised when she reached down, and found his still wet cock was growing firmer. She continued kissing him, her hand still slowly tugging on his cock and feeling it grow firmer. Pulling back a bit to catch her breath, she asked him softly how it was.

“Oh, it’s like nothing I ever imagined, Carmen.” She smiled at the almost worshipful expression on his face, and slipped out of his lap and sank to her knees again. And opening her mouth took him inside once again. This time he gave a soft squeak, and she resumed sucking his cock. This time Bill lasted longer, and it was over five minutes later that she felt him start to throb and he once again warned her he was about to cum.

She kept him fully in her mouth and once again felt the swelling around her lips and the pulsing on the vein on the underside against her tongue as he throbbed and came in her mouth again. The salty and slightly bitter taste on her tongue that she loved as his cum flooded her mouth. And the little shudder she gave as she pulled up and swallowed. She looked up into his face again and started to rise just as there was a knock on the door.

“One minute!” she called out, then whispered for Bill to get his pants back up. He quickly did so, and just as he sat down again she opened the door. “Oh, hi Sister Rachel. Is everything alright?”

The nun looked in at her, and saw Bill sitting in front of the table. “Oh, I was about to lock up and was checking to see if everybody is out. What are you doing in here, Carmen?”

“Oh, Bill volunteered to give me so tutoring in math. It’s OK, we can finish another time.” The nun looked over and did see the math book open in front of Bill, so told them they had ten minutes and with a smile departed. Bill looked a bit nervous, but Carmen rested her hand on the back of his and told him to relax.

“Billy, I hope you enjoyed our time together” she softly said, then gave him another soft kiss. He said he really had, and it was amazing. “First times are always amazing” she whispered, looking into his eyes. He shyly nodded, and said it was.

“Carmen, can we go out sometime, for dinner maybe?”

She sighed inside her head, but put a smile on her face as she looked into his eyes. “You mean, like a date? Sorry, but you’re more than a bit young for me. Nothing against you, you understand?”

He sighed and nodded, and she did feel a little something for this kid. He was cute, just too young for her. Carmen bent down and kissed him again softly. “But tell you what, the newest James Bond movie is playing at the mall. Send me a message, and this weekend maybe we can happen to bump into each other there. How about that?”

Bill looked into her eyes, and nodded his head like one of those back window dogs in the back of a car. He quickly picked up his books and with a last look at her left the room. Carmen picked up her books and put them in her book bag, pausing to look inside her book. And with a smile removed the $40 and slipped it into her purse. Thinking as she waved to Sister Rachel that since Bill paid her more than the $30 she requested, she might give him a little extra herself after the movie. And he was cute, if just a bit young for her.

She hummed softly to herself as she made her way to the bathroom, knowing she had to release the passion that had been building in herself in the library before she went home. And after she slipped into a stall and lowered her panties, she relived in her mind how nicely his cock fit inside of her mouth as she started caressing her pussy.

I have to admit, this was actually a pleasant surprise. I have actually been writing erotica for over three decades now, so am posting some of my shorter works to fill it out a bit more.