I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve never heard it put that way, but no, I didn’t dip my wick in anything or anyone. Like I said, I went to the movie, and thanks. I should have listened to you, I know you meant well.”
She motioned for me to scoot the chair closer. Reaching out to touch my hand she spoke softly.
“I know I wound you up at the pond and I apologize, but I also want you to know something. If you have questions about girls and what’s normal, talk with me. I know I cuss a lot, sometimes I act more like a man than a woman and maybe that puts you off, but we can have an adult conversation about women and girls. I care about you David, I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
Life after that talk seemed to be better. We were more relaxed and comfortable around one another. I noticed on a few occasions where she absolutely wore no bra and didn’t attempt to hide the fact. She didn’t flaunt it, at the same time she didn’t try to hide it. She was also less stringent about being dressed for the day when I came for breakfast, often I would see her in the nightie she’d worn the night before. These were the days before everybody had a/c and there were times when we sat on the porch begging for a breeze in just our swimsuits, usually making our way to the pond to cool off before bed. With the pond being fed by a spring oriented creek the water was always fresh and cool.
Classes had been going about three weeks when I met Roxy, a heavy-set girl from of all places, California. She didn’t fit the beach girl image, but she made up for it in personality. I had to admit I was taken aback by her, whereas I tended to be shy and reserved she was always the life of anywhere we might be. With the corn harvest about to begin I talked with my profs and was able to get assignments ahead of time or permission to make it up once I returned. I also let Roxy know that I would be gone at least two, if not three weeks. To put it politely, she was not happy.
We were combining day and night trying to finish ahead of any bad weather that might come our way. Going from six in the morning until ten or after every night was normal. I’d go through the equipment in the morning, then top off the fuel tanks and we’d hit the fields by eight. Once again Amos was johnny on the spot with a place to unload every time the hopper was full. We finished on a Thursday night and slept in on Friday. Just after lunch Mrs. B took my hand and pulled me with her to the porch for what she called, “a chat”.
“You’ve been awfully quiet these past few weeks. Is everything alright with us?” I nodded. “Is everything okay at school?”
I didn’t want to tell her the truth, but she was relentless in wanting to know what could be so wrong.
“If you must know Mrs. B, there’s a problem between Roxy and me. I guess you could say we’re over.”
She sat back, “What? Why? You’ve only known her a month, if that. What could possibly be so wrong?”
My face felt hot and I’m sure my cheeks were fire engine red. Reaching across she touched my arm.
“Oh, this can’t be good. Did you do something wrong? Did you try to have sex with her?”
A tear welled in my eye, “Worse. She wanted to have sex before I came home to combine and when she found out I’m a virgin she laughed at and made fun of me in front of her friends. I don’t want to go back to school and be the laughingstock of everyone.”
Pulling at my arm she patted the seat next to her on the swing.
“You won’t be the laughingstock. The campus is huge, avoid her and her crowd. None of the others will know or care. You just be you and everything will fall into place. We’ll work on this problem together. How’s that sound?”
I was really confused, “What do you mean we’ll work on the problem together? I don’t understand.”
“That’s the best part Davey, you don’t need to understand, you only need to do as I say. The rest will work itself out. I know I was a tease this summer, truth is, I was flattered that a young buck like you would think I’m sexy. I liked it when you touched me and would stare at my lady parts, it scared me though. I haven’t been with or around a man intimately since Jerry died. The kid last summer was an idiot, thought he was god’s gift to women. I couldn’t wait to get rid of the smarmy little prick. But you Dave, you’re different, you work hard, you’re polite and caring. I found myself being drawn to you and it frightened me.”
I was thrown for a loop, “Wow. I thought you were mad at me because I was looking at your body.”
“I wasn’t angry, I was afraid I would frighten you with my old hardened body.”
“I don’t think you’re a hardened woman Mrs. B. I’d love to be with you but how would that work? I mean, I’m 19 and you’re over 40. Why would you want to have sex with a kid?”
“It wouldn’t work in the sense you’re talking about. It’s not like we’re going to get married and have a brood of little ones. Don’t forget, I can’t have babies. You’re going to want to be with a woman more your age and raise a family. However, that doesn’t mean you can’t learn from someone older and more experienced. Would that be a turn off to you Dave?”
As my dad would have said, she had the pump primed.
“Do you mean now? Tonight? Right away? That sounds great to me and no, you don’t turn me off Mrs. B.”
She laughed and slugged my arm, “No Dave. Not tonight, not this moment, but in the days ahead we’ll start being more, mmm, I don’t know, friendly I guess you could say. And if we’re going to be that friendly, there’s one more thing we need to change.”
“What’s that Mrs. B?”
“If you do as I tell you and all goes well, eventually you’re going to end up in my bed. If that happens and you’re making love to me I don’t want to be called Mrs. B. If and when that time comes around I want you to call me Claire. Not while we’re working and not when we’re in town, but in my bed I want you to call me by my first name. You will be the first since Jerry died to do that. Those are the rules, can you wait until I’m ready to teach you about love and sex?”
I was trying to control my breathing and stiffening dick, “Will it be a long time?”
She smiled and leaned to me for a soft tender quick kiss. “No Davey, it won’t be long. That kiss will be lesson number one, be happy to receive what I give you. Let’s put a picnic basket together and take one last dip in the pond. The sun is strong today, the water should be nice.”
After packing the picnic basket and taking a short nap we made our way to the pond, she didn’t have her robe on but was covered with a towel wrapped around the torso. Standing by the water she loosened the towel and let it fall. Imagine my surprise as she revealed a dark blue bikini and top without shoulder straps. Turning toward me she couldn’t escape my stare.
“I bought this just before Jerry died, sadly he never got to see it on me. I haven’t worn it since I tried it on, that is, until today.”
A bikini in that day did not look like a bikini in this day and age. The bottom was like a pair of thick cotton hip hugger panties and the top was like a thick cloth bra. No breasts pushing out the sides or top. No ass cheeks hanging out or a strip of cloth between her ass cheeks. Other than her midriff being exposed the one piece she had worn all summer was actually more revealing than the bikini. Turning she dove in and came up with a yelp.
“Oh that’s lovely. The sun has warmed it nicely, come, join me.”
I wasted no time and dove in, she was correct, the water was refreshing. With cooler days approaching it wouldn’t be this nice for many more days. As we swam around she would make sure her hands brushed against mine or along my chest if we were close enough. Tangling her fingers in what chest hair I had. At one point she stopped in water that was basically shoulder deep and stood there. I was going to swim past her and be face to face but she stopped me.
“Stand behind me Dave. Closer, I want to feel your strong arms around my waist. Yes, like that. Gently kiss my neck working your way up to my earlobe. Mmmm, you’re doing good. Now, slide your hands up and cup my breasts like you did earlier in the summer.”
As my hands went under the cups her head went back against mine. A deep moan left her mouth as she quickly sucked in a breath while pushing her chest into my hands. I could feel her butt push back into my groin, my cock was stiff as a broom handle. Her next statement nearly put me in shock. Ever so softly she spoke.
“Lift the top Davey. I want to feel your hands on my bare tits. Oh my god, yes, just like that.”
I softly squeezed and caressed them, moving my hands outward until I could feel the stiffening nipples.
“Roll my nipples between your fingers. Mmm, hmm, like that, pinch them a little. Feel how hard they are? They like what you’re doing, hell, I like what you’re doing. I’m going to turn and face you, when I do I will be against your chest. I want you to kiss me with the most passionate kiss you can when our bare skin meets.”
Turning slowly to the left she let her hand brush across my dick, I was so hard it hurt. As we stood face to face and our bodies met my lips touched hers, it was soft, gentle, warm and just as I was about to break her tongue flitted across my lower lip. I’d read enough books and knew what to do. As our tongues explored each other’s mouth she pressed her abdomen tight to me. I was on the verge of cumming in my suit when she pulled back smiling. Sliding her hand between us and into my trunks, with her hand wrapped around my cock she spoke in a sultry voice.
“You’re ready to explode aren’t you sweet boy?”
I nodded and couldn’t help loving the fact that she had called me her sweet boy again.