Older Women: Part 2 My hot teacher fantasy. A 3-part series. By Androgynous other. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. I got a temp job a few months later with a firm near to my old college and I still popped in to see Amy for lunch and the occasional meal, and I started to date more seriously. I'd had a few girlfriends, nothing that ever reached the 'serious relationship' status. Other Ladies. I moved back home and got into the same rut. Nothing long term but I made sure that I did what Amy told me and gave more than I got. I got some of my dates into bed, and I always tried to give them an orgasm, several if they'd let me, but nothing serious; or that lasted over a few months. Three years on and I'd just broken up with the last one without even noticing; she'd gone on holiday to the Mediterranean with some mates and never contacted me again after that. She came to my place the first morning back while I was at work, took the few things she'd left there and that was that. Unfriended and locked out on Facebook, never answered my texts, end of story. She'd been the girl that wanted to 'be in a relationship' and sex was only as small part of it. Right up to the point that we started to make love. From our first night in bed and the crazy morning after, she became a sex beast overnight. I was the first bloke to go down on her it seems, and she was dead against it at first. But we'd done a couple of bottles of wine over dinner, and she got daring. To get us past the whole 'dirty' concept, we stripped naked and jumped in the shower and we just played with each other; the excess of wine meant she let me run wet hands across her cunt, I found her clit and stroked it working her to high anxiety, then slipped wet fingers inside her and scrubbed her G-spot. She came, she cried, right there in the shower, pulling my face into her cunt and grinding herself against me, like some kind of porn star. I was her first on many things it seemed. Not the first shag but the first person to make her come. She then had me repeat the procedure - often. In bed we fucked and sucked, almost non-stop. I would wake up in the night to find her pumping my cock to erection, then climb across me and bounce us both to orgasm. She read the 'Fifty Shades' trilogy that she left at my house so her parents wouldn't find them, and soon I was pulling on the pony tail she started to wear and smacking her fine arse as I took her on her hands and knees. Seems that in the Med she just got worse, and pissed with her mates she met someone that apparently was much more in to her than I was. In fact my best mate's girlfriend told me that the new bloke had gotten into her on the first night of her holiday, in the car park of the hotel complex to be exact. I felt a bit slighted and somewhat lonely for a few weeks, but not like I was going to weep about it or anything. A month or so later I went off on a guys stag weekend for that best mate, and we spent the weekend in the country, driving quad bikes on the Saturday morning, trap shooting in the afternoon, a huge piss-up in the evening, followed by a rather hung-over paintball session Sunday morning, and a hysterical drag hunt with the hen party in the afternoon, trying hard to stay on horses that almost none of us were used to riding, that didn't want to behave and wanted to jump over low fences and for us to fall off them. Miss White. As we trotted across the countryside on rather uncomfortable saddles I saw a face I thought I recognized, and it wasn't until the barbecue of fantastic steaks, farm sausages and burgers served to us in whole baguettes that I looked across the marquee we were in and I finally remembered where I knew her from. It was Miss White, class tutor of my final year at secondary school. Okay, I'm a bloke right; I should have looked longer at her face, but my eyes went straight at the body of the hottest girl in the place in tight jeans and a linen shirt half buttoned over a tailored vest top that showed a narrow waist and perfect stomach, a fantastic bosom with a fine cleavage, and hips in perfect proportion was an arse to match. I appreciated that great rack I'd only ever seen swamped in suit jackets and baggy white shapeless blouses. Back in the day, Miss White was a bit of a hard arse and extremely tough on her classes. With the benefit of hindsight she was, in the scheme of things, an extremely young teacher, and the secondary school I was at ten years back was a tough place for a twenty three year old straight out of education herself. "Fit as fuck isn't she," said my mate the groom snapping me out of my reverie. "That's Jo, Melanie's cousin, but they're close like sisters, even though she's a bit older. She's a school teacher, she can teach me whenever she feels like it." "She did teach me," I said, sipping at my umpteenth bottle of beer from that weekend, "and I swear she never looked like that when she taught me history and sociology in my last year." "You lucky bastard," he grinned, "do I have the greatest idea!" "Dave!" I shouted after him as he backed away from me. "Mellie!" he called across the room, "minor change of plan;" I called after him again but was ignored, so not wanting the same response from some of my other mates who were also groomsmen or ushers and the like I went back to the barbecue for more steak. What I didn't notice was Jo White looking across the room at me, her cousin Melanie telling her that the fine looking guy she had been making eyes at across the room from her was a guy that worked on the same contract as her Fianc - his mate Terry. Two weeks later, we were all sat around the large church at the rehearsal running through what we'd have to do on the following Saturday morning, and stood across the pews from me was Miss White - Jo - now wearing the usual loose blouse with her working clothes that I was used to. "It is Terry isn't it?" I turned around, "Yes," I said, smiling and offering my hand, "I noticed you at the hen and stag weekend and didn't want to embarrass you." "You wouldn't have embarrassed me," she said squeezing my hand. "Yeah, Okay," I grinned, "Perhaps I didn't want to embarrass me!" I grinned, "Don't forget, I was surrounded by my piss-taking mates, all the worse for Dave and Mel's free booze." "Okay, I'll give you that, but I noticed you at the barbeque and thought I recognized you; I had to ask Mellie who you were and as soon as she said Terry White it all came flooding back." Before we could chat more, the priest and the father of the bride called us all to attention, and we took our places. Me at the front of the church to one side of the aisle with the other groomsmen. Then the bride and her father came up the aisle followed by the various bridesmaids. I noticed that Jo was level with me. I guessed that meant that I would be the one to escort her back down the aisle after the service. Sweet. We headed to the nearby pub restaurant almost next door for a drink and a something to eat. It was hardly the fully fledged 'rehearsal dinner' you see on American sitcoms but more of a burger and a cold drink kind of thing. It seemed that most of the other groomsmen were either boyfriends or had 'buddied up' to the maids they would be escorting, I did likewise and we chatted. It turned out she was single, and just eight years older than me. She asked me about my love life, and I saw that despite the fact I was now in my late twenties, she was still maintaining just the tiniest bit of a professional detachment and holding on to her position of superiority she'd had more than ten years previously. Okay, she probably just wanted me to know that she wasn't interested in me, but I kind of got the feeling she was talking down to me. Fine, but I was minded to point out to my former school teacher that I had graduated from Brunel with a First in Engineering, to which I had added a Master's degree in hydro engineering the previous year. While I was impressed she was a teacher, I was probably as well qualified as her, if not slightly better. I knew from reading the jobs pages in the Guardian Newspaper that I was at least 15K a year better off than her. We all said goodbye; promising to look after our prospective bride and groom for the three days until the wedding celebration. I pecked Mel on the cheek, then for reasons I'll never understand Jo, before shaking hands with Mel's father. Like a scene from 'Four Weddings and a Funeral' there were six guys all trying to get the groom sorted before our meeting at the adjacent Wetherspoons for our celebratory full English breakfast. It was great, and the sun shone on us all and we managed not to get any food stains on our morning suits. We arrived at the church in fine form, all laughing with just enough buzz for the day's events. We were pushed around by the photographer into various fun poses before we were ordered into the church and the places we'd rehearsed the previous week. Dave looked nervous and as instructed by the vicar looked to his front. From my place across from the altar I could look down the aisle and see his gorgeous bride to be on her proud father's arm, followed by her five bridesmaids, then I saw Jo, dressed in a pale cream off the shoulder dress that complimented the bride's dress brilliantly. For some reason she took my breath away, her make-up was simple but splendid, her hair was pulled up and away from her face matching the other bridesmaids, and it was all I could do to tear my eyes away from her to look at the bride. The service started and I stood opposite and slightly to one side of Jo, stealing the occasional look at her, at one stage I noticed that she was stealing looks at me - when our eyes met, I saw that she flushed bright red and dropped her eyes with an embarrassed smile. While everyone else was singing 'Love divine, all love's excelling' I looked up from my order of service and looked across at Jo. "Wow;" I mouthed across to her silently, "you look fantastic;" She flushed red again and mouthed a silent, "Thank you," back to me hiding her blushes behind her order of service. The hymn finished and we all made our way to the vestry where registers and certificates were signed. Finally, the vicar stepped out and announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Price!" and the organist played the wedding march and off we went, Mel's father holding the hand of his tiny granddaughter while the rest of us took the arm of the person we'd been stood adjacent to. Still holding her flowers, Jo gently put her hand onto the crook of my elbow and we slowly made our way back down the aisle and out of the church, stopping for photos of course and finally followed out by the rest of the guests. "Wasn't that lovely," whispered Jo to me with a big grin. "Really nice," I said genuinely, "but then Dave and Mel are a lovely couple." "Aw," said Jo, "you a bit of a softie for all this then Terry?" "I suppose I am a bit," I said, "Let's face it, we all want something like this don't we." "Do we?" said Jo looking up at me. "Yeah right Miss White, I saw your face through that whole service and if you so much as suggest that you weren't carried along by the whole thing, I may have to call you a liar!" She giggled and hid her face behind her flowers, as we came out of the church into the glorious sunshine. There were lots of handshakes and kisses and congratulations, and before long we were being moved around by the photographer. After the bride and groom photos there was a demand that each pair of groomsmen and bridesmaids had a picture so I found myself with my arm around Jo, while she gazed smilingly up into my face, under the instructions of the photographer. I noticed that Mel was particularly evident during this picture along with other friends of both of us. That photo took some time because we both kept laughing. By this stage, it had become common knowledge that Jo had been my teacher at School and we were ribbed gently by our acquaintances, but soon we were on our way to the hotel to make room for the next wedding that was soon to leave the church. At the wedding reception I found I was sat next to Jo, just across from the bride and groom. The food arrived and the wines. Then it was speeches, and the best man made a toast to the bridesmaids, and one especially for Jo, pointing out that she was a school teacher and taking one of her former pupils to one side to make sure he behaved. Her family all giggled and my mates laughed and pointed. We both blushed, and Mel grinned and waved at her cousin. The meal finished, it was time for the first dance and Dave and Mel took to the floor. Next the groomsmen and the bridesmaids. I stood and held my hand out to Jo and she stood. I pulled her close and she reciprocated holding me close and we moved slowly to Mel's favorite love song, 'Wonderful tonight' by Eric Clapton. After a few moments Jo was resting her head on my shoulder. At the end of that song, a second equally slushy one came on and the rest of the guests were invited to join in. After that one the music speeded up somewhat and most of us took to our seats. Most of the ladies disappeared to change out of their long dresses, and Mel was one of the first back, looking gorgeous as you would expect a bride to look on her wedding day. She was soon joined by my mate, her new husband Dave. "Terry Darling," she kissed me on the cheek, "Thank you so much for putting up with the Mickey taking and still looking after Jo for us." She looked back over her shoulder turned back to me and began to whisper, "She won't admit it but I think she has a bit of a thing for you; asked about you at the stag and hen after she saw you checking her out, think she was rather put out that you didn't come and talk to her. She never stops asking things about you, seemed most pleased when I said you'd recently broken up with that slapper friend of mine." "Keeps asking me stuff mate," said Dave, "only this morning she asked if you 'really' didn't have someone coming this evening." "Really?" I said, "I wasn't getting that impression." "You wait," whispered Mel, "I told her you have a thing for cleavages, curves, short skirts and long legs; if you remember her from school you'll know that she doesn't like to show off the curves and the lady lumps. She had to learn to walk in heels for today and, Oh yes, and I told her your favorite color is green - not a color she likes by the way; why don't we see what she comes down; Ah, now will you just look;" I turned round; with one hand on her hip and the other on the handrail she was carefully walking down stairs; shit but she looked fucking hot. She was wearing a tight, plunging, form fitting dress in dark green that fitted her every curve, and the heels she wore made her legs look twice as long. She stalked across to the three of us. "Evening Mel," she kissed her cousins cheek and looked me up and down. "Looking good Jo," Mel said. "Feeling' good Mel." Jo looked at me again. "Ah," breathed Mel, "My work here is done, almost;" and grinning walked with Dave, to circulate with more of the guests. "Can I get you a drink, Jo?" I asked. "Champagne," she said, adding, "please." I made for the bar and got two glasses bringing them over, by the time I got back another groomsman had taken her away to dance, and why not; she looked fucking devastating. Ah well, perhaps not. The dancing continued and I danced with some more girls, including Mel. "Every time you dance with another girl, Jo makes evil eyes at them; Terry," she said turning us slightly and she waved at Jo stood at the bar talking to family, "She is so into you, mate!" She gave me a little shake. "I'm not convinced," I said, "at the rehearsal she was talking to me like I was just out of 10th year." "That's just Jo," she said shaking me again, "she's a bit defensive; she's a hot girl working in a school with over 400 boys going through puberty;" "Of which I was one;" "Of which you were one, I'll admit. I've never seen her like this over a bloke Terry; she talks about you, which is more than she's done over any man I've known about fifteen years. Come on," said Mel, walking me to her. "I think it's just a crush," I said looking across to where she was leaning against the bar with two blokes either side. "Crush or not, go and fucking dance with; aww shit." One of the four suitors whisked her away again. "You see?" I said, "Surely she would head in my direction if she was so into me?" "Oh!" snarled Mel, "I should knock your bloody heads together!" Mel walked me across and introduced me to Jo's parents in the meantime. "This is Terry," she said in an overloud voice, "he was looking after Jo, today." We discussed that she'd once taught me sociology and history and her parents asked what kind of teacher she was as they'd never met one of her pupils before. I of course said she was still my favorite teacher, especially as I'd walked down the aisle with her that day. Her father mumbled something to his wife like 'about time someone did,' and Mel kissed his cheek. All of the groomsmen and bridesmaids were called together for Mel and Dave's leaving for their honeymoon and it was very nice, and we formed an arch for them to walk along with a final smattering of confetti. When Dave and Mel stopped where I stood with Jo, Mel leaned across and kissed me. "If you don't do something about Jo, Terence; so help me, I'll fucking kill you!" With that she hugged me, adding, "Trust me Darling, she's perfect for you," and they left for a fortnight in Mauritius. Once they had gone, I managed to get a dance with Jo. She was quite pissed and had headed straight for me now. Someone wasn't trying to orchestrate it. "So come on then Miss White," I said, "how come a woman as gorgeous as you is still single?" "Fucking men," she said leaning back to look me in the face and then around at all of the single guys and the not so single ones that had been letching over her all night. "I work in a school with 300 fucking pubescent boys who all seem to have a crush on me; 500 hormonal girls, none of whom I can be friends with in case they fall in love with me, two dozen fucking male teachers or half a dozen male governors who are convinced I'm a fucking dyke or are trying to stare down my blouse or up my dress, while their female equivalents think I'm a bull dyke or might be after their husbands - why do you fucking think," she slurred, "yeah, fucking men." "We aren't all the same, Jo;" I said. "Although in that dress, I can't say I blame anyone for wanting to check out your body, you're gorgeous." "You wanting to fuck Miss White as well; are you?" "Honestly? I smiled gently rubbing up and down her spine, "I wouldn't object, but really my thought was actually how I could get the gorgeous woman I'm dancing with to go out with me once all of this has settled and before she goes back to work in September." "Going out with a pupil?" she giggled pushing herself against me, "surely that's unethical?" "A pupil?" I grinned, "that was over ten years ago Miss, so you'll have to do better than that." "Well," she grinned and got a bit more girly, "perhaps it's just I have a bit of an issue with younger men." "Really, Mel said;" "You shouldn't go listening to everything my soppy cousin says about me," she butted in quickly and defensively, "certainly not on her wedding day. I don't see why you aren't after sleeping with one of these gorgeous young things you've been dancing with tonight." "Jo," I said gently caressing her with my hands, "I haven't seen you since I walked out of your undoubtedly fine school some ten and a bit years ago. I first saw you three weeks ago looking drop dead gorgeous in tight jeans and a T-shirt, and I haven't been able to get you out of my head. Of course I want to go out with you." "So, 'boy'," she said, "are you going to take me to bed or what?" "What?" "Take me to bed, boy." She snarled. "Are you sure?" I said, she was well pissed drunk, after all. "Definitely! Had it on my mind for weeks." "Oh well, that sounds like a lovely idea, my place or yours." "Mine," she said putting her arms around my neck, "your mates' rooms are adjacent to yours, and I'd rather they didn't come in to see what's going on. Wait for five minutes, room 7, bring wine, I've got the condoms." she reached up and kissed me, again it was obvious that she was quite pissed. She walked away swinging her hips in the same way she had when we met on the stag and hen; and I was equally impressed. Against my better judgement, I got a bottle of a light fruity white wine I was a fan of and slipped it into my jacket, she was reasonably drunk anyway. Fortunately for me, most of my mates were extremely pissed and didn't notice me wandering off five minutes after the woman I'd spent much of the day with. I found room 7 and knocked gently on the door, no response. I knocked again slightly louder and figured that she must have passed out on the bed. I thought about what I should do and of missed opportunities. As I stood there contemplating my next move, a member of the night staff walked past and saw my dilemma, and figured it wrong. "Lost your key as well love?" she said, giving me a slightly angry, 'why do we bother giving you piss-heads keycards'. "What's the name on the register love?" "White," I said now adopting the 'pissed but trying not to look it' approach and after all, my name actually is White as well. "Do you have some I D, love?" she asked, and I flipped out my wallet with my driving license to prove it. She took out an iPad Mini and looked up names. She flapped her master key through the reader and the door clunked and swung open slightly. "You have a good evening Mr. White," she said and walked away. I walked in the room and saw Jo collapsed back on to the bed, her stretchy green dress, stretched over her head and across her arms. She was wearing pantyhose over tiny knickers. I figured the least I could do was make her comfortable, so I removed her dress, finding the pretty bra that was responsible for her great shape and the cleavage she'd displayed, according to Mel, for my benefit. I pulled the dress over her head, then looked at the fantastic body before me. Shit, trust me to be honorable tonight. I took off the pantyhose, and the bra, catching an extended look at her fantastic tits. Finally I slipped her into a T-shirt I found on top of her bag. I moved her to the middle of the bed and turned her to her side just in case she threw up and got ready to leave and head back to my room. I left the bottle of wine, and a note; "Jo, Figured you weren't really in the mood, so have just put you to bed and trust me, it wasn't half as much fun as undressing you sober would have been. I'm in room 17, call me if you fancy a swim before breakfast. Regards Terry." Morning Light. My room phone went off at a shade before seven thirty. "Terry?" "Good morning Jo," I said, "you feeling better?" "Much," she said, "listen, I err; I just found your note and I wanted to thank you for putting me to bed last night." "You're most welcome," I said, "and I hope that you have a better view of my intentions now." "I do, and I've ordered breakfast for two, by way of a thank you, and apology." I put on shorts and a T-shirt and headed along the corridor to her room, I knocked on the door and she met me in the long nightdress I put on her not six hours previously. "Come in Terry," she said with a long grin, "breakfast has just arrived." We sat down and started to eat, a splendid meal of scrambled eggs, bacon, mushrooms, cereal, toast, fruit and tea and coffee. Now sober, she seemed like a totally different woman, and she was nice but not as close as the alcohol had made us the night before. "I meant what I said last night Jo," I said. "What did you say last night," she grimaced, "much of the night is shrouded in a bit of a white wine fog." "I said that I wanted to go out on a date with you." "What?" she said, "an old;" "You're eight years older than me Jo, and as I said yesterday, still gorgeous." "I don't know," she said. "I thought there was a spark between us Jo," I said sipping some orange juice, "and Mel certainly did." "Yeah, well Mel is a born romantic." "Did you dress up especially?" I said with a big grin, "Mel pretty much told me what you'd be wearing, and it she said it was because of what I liked." "No, I err; I dressed for me." There was a distinct change in her voice. "Really," I said. "Yes," she said, her voice taking even more of a tone now, "So are you the only man in the country that appreciates a cleavage and high heels and short skirts are you?" "Okay, give you that one." I finished my orange juice and poured some coffee from the insulated jug the hotel had provided, "I'll leave you alone Jo," I said standing up to take my leave, "but thanks for your wonderful company and for dancing with me last night if only once when you were pissed." Her look was halfway between relief at my departure and half desperation - perhaps because I was going. "You're welcome," she said, "and thank you, you've been quite charming." She stood up, and made a hesitant step towards me. "I try," I said, "and my offer still stands, if you change your mind and would like to come out one evening, or one day of course if you'd rather." "I'll bear that in mind." "One final thing," I said stepping closer, "if you ever get that pissed that you want to just jump the bones of someone, I'd love to take you up on your offer from last night." "I offered last night?" "Yes," I said, "it was only the fact you asked me to get a bottle of wine and follow you in five minutes that held up proceedings. You'd already bought the condoms." "Yes," she said, "I had, hadn't I." She looked over her shoulder until she spotted her clutch bag from the night before. "Terry," she stepped closer to me, "I'm really sorry about that, I must sound the very worst kind of tease." "Don't worry Jo, I get it. You were at a family wedding, seeing another relative ten years your junior walking down the aisle, only to have me thrown at you every five minutes. You're human." "Thanks," she said. "I'll leave you to your hangover and the rest of that great coffee, a fine cure." I wanted to ask her out again, leave my phone number but realized it wasn't going to happen. "Mel and Dave have my phone number if you ever change your mind, message me on Facebook." I opened the door then felt her hand on mine on the handle. Her Virginity Therapist. "Terry;" she said in an unsteady voice. I looked at her face, she had her eyes closed. I left my hand were it was. Gently I felt her push the door closed again. "The thing is;" she stuttered, "I've;" I moved across to the small table and chairs still holding her hand, I led her back to her seat and poured more coffee. "Thank you," she said. She sipped her coffee, "It came as a real surprise when I first saw you, I didn't recognize you at first, but I did so fancy you, really I did. I asked Mel who you were, and when she said your name I thought, 'Oh shit that's an end to that'. But Mel wouldn't let it go, she saw the spark and kept pushing. I did put the dress on to impress you, but;" She went silent. "Jo, don't worry," I said breaking the silence, "I was taught sociology by an expert, and I'm sure her advice would be 'just spit it out.'" She beamed a grin, it was one of her favorite terms to draw thoughts and ideas from her students. She finished her coffee, and put down her cup with a clatter and took a deep breath. "I'm a virgin." She picked up the jug of coffee and poured some more. I passed my cup over. "Okay," I said. "I've never had sex," she said with a raise in her voice. "Yes," I said, "I did go to rather a good school you know." I took my cup back from her, "is it a problem for you?" "I don't know," she said with a really sweet look on her face, "I suppose you don't miss what you've never had, but," she leant towards me, "I'm in my thirties and I think I actually want to know if it's all it's cracked up to be. Sex is everywhere you know? Clothes, make-up, cars even, I can't put on the TV without sex and love;" she stopped, "you know?" "Yes, I suppose it is, now I come to think about it. Why the sudden rush?" "I don't know!" she said, "I think it was just 'that spark' Mellie went on about - you know?" "Yes! I totally do." "And when I chatted with Mellie on the coach home, she told me how you'd broken up with your ex a few months back." "Yeah, she decided that the pickings were better in Benidorm. She was only an occasional mate of Mel's. She wasn't in line to be a bridesmaid or anything, but she was supposed to be my escort. She very nicely said that she wouldn't come to the reception and cause any upset." "I'm pleased she didn't," said Jo, "I might have missed all this!" she paused and looked down. "When I spotted you I asked Mel about you of course." She shifted in her seat, "Mel told me about some pissed up argument she'd had with Sonia, and how stupid she was to dump you. She pointed out that Sonia had always said how great you were in bed and all of the;" she paused. "What?" "All of the times and different ways that you made her cum!" she blushed a wonderful red color and her smile was gorgeous! "That kind of complement will get you everywhere," I hoped I wasn't blushing. "Well, I suppose I was starting to get a bit frisky, then when Mellie said she had heard from different girls how great in the sack you were, well my hormones went into overdrive. I couldn't get you out of my head, and Mellie noticed and here we are. Sadly I thought I needed to get pissed drunk to go through with it. And then, well, the rest is history, well last night at least." "Jo," I said taking her hand, "you are amazingly attractive, charming girl and I would deem it an honor to make love with you but when you want to not because you think you should. But trust me, making love sober, is a thousand times better than making love piss drunk." "Terry," she said with a grin, "I think I'm ready, and because I do actually want to." "Great," I said trying not to grin from ear to ear. "Well, err;" she looked around as if not knowing what to do next. "Let's go for a swim first," I said, "I'd quite like to see more of that fantastic body of yours;" "You must have seen most of it last night," she giggled, her face flushing a bit. "Parts," I said, "and I have to say your boobs are fantastic." "Thanks, I don't get a compliment like that very often," "Well you should, your body is quite fantastic;" "For a woman in her thirties;" she interrupted. "For a woman," I said, "did you not see yourself in that dress last night? You looked like a fashion model!" She giggled again, and sipped some orange juice. "Stick your cossie and some shorts on and let's go." "I thought;" "Let's have as swim and freshen up, then we can come back and do whatever you want, as I said, making love without a hangover is much better than with." "Okay!" she grinned. She walked across to her bag and took out a blue swimsuit and turned her back heading to the bathroom, "Aww what the fuck, there's nothing I have that you haven't seen already is there." She pulled off the T-shirt exposing those wonderful full breasts again, and the tiny green string I'd left her in. She dropped the string and I saw that despite being a virgin, she'd shaved down to a tiny Brazilian that would hide beneath it. "Like I said, totally fucking gorgeous." "What, this old thing?" She held her swimming suit to one side and held out her arms to her sides and did the tiniest twirl. She looked amazingly hot and her arse was to die for. "If you don't put your suit on we may never get to swim." She walked across to me and with the tiniest hesitation put her arms around my neck. Her naked body against my shorts and T-shirt felt great, and her hard nipples pushed against my chest. We kissed, properly, and for the first time. I gently rested a hand on her arse and gave it a soft squeeze, and she wriggled slightly ducking away then forcing herself back against me. "Fuck the swimming," she hissed. To be continued in Part 3 By Androgynous other for Literotica Older Women: Part 3 Pop goes the cherry. A 3-part series. By Androgynous other. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. "Fuck the swimming," she hissed. I picked her up and carried her across to the bed and lay her down, dragging off my T-shirt leaving me in just my shorts. I undid the fastening and let them fall to the ground, my erection hard. That s just the job. "Wow!" said Jo, looking down at my cock, "That's what Mel meant when she said you had all the gear." "Not sure how Mel knew, mind you I suppose Sonia told her." "Yeah, and then she told me." She moved up the bed slightly to get a better look at all of me. I stood much as she had a few moments before arms out to the side weight on one leg. "You like?" "I definitely like," she said, "although I'm not sure all of that is going to go in without making a mess." "Most men fit most women, if you've ridden a horse or done any kind of gym work your hymen was probably shredded years ago. Still," I lay on the bed next to her, "seeing as it's your first time, you can choose how we do it and set the pace and speed and all that sort of thing." "Technical; this shagging business, isn t?" She said. "Nah, easy once you know how." I said leaning over her to kiss her again and stroke my hands over this fantastic body I'd been watching so closely for two weeks. "Right, let's have a look then." I said, sliding down to rest with my head level with the apex of her thighs. "Mel told me you were an oral expert as well," she said, and I could feel her trembling as I softly parted her legs bringing me level with her sex. "No one told me that," I said, "but I do my best." "Thank you. I kinda get the feeling she'd have told me you were a brain surgeon if it would've got us into bed;" she said as if lost for words momentarily. She stopped looking at me, held her hands across her waist and stared at the ceiling; the kind of look you saw in doctor's and dentist surgeries the world over. I grinned and chuckled. "What?" she said, seeing my mouth descend to her most private parts. I gently caressed and stroked, looking up I saw her worried looking face looking down past her great tits and between her thighs. I found her clitoris with my finger tip and softly stroked it. "Show me how you play with yourself," I said taking her hand. "What?" "Show me how you pleasure yourself with your fingers, I bet you do." She grinned a little and taking my finger in her hand gently rubbed around the organ slowly occasionally dipping down to find some moisture from her vagina. I took over the action and let the look on her face advise me on my progress. I felt her moving towards that orgasm, and figured I needed to use my tongue on her clit. I very gently eased a finger into her sex realizing that it was actually quite open. I slid up and back finding her G-spot, scrubbing across it with slightly more vigor once I found that rough patch of flesh. She started to writhe, "Stay with me Jo," I said, "I want to be the first bloke to make you come." She gasped and tried to put her legs together but too late. She gasped and bounced her hips up and down and I knew enough to carry on gently manipulating her private parts until she'd finished. "Wow, Terry," she breathed out, "That was; wow!" "Plenty more where that came from," I said. "Hmm;" she grinned. "So," I said pushing myself up and over her, "How would you like to do this." "With a condom," she said, reaching into her bag on the bedside table. "After that," I said lowering myself onto her wonderful, soft, warm body for the first time. "This feels pretty good," she grinned up at me. I rolled to one side taking the box from her and withdrawing the rubber in its sealed pack. I reached down and gently pumped my cock, it was hard enough to do its job but I wanted her to get the feel of my cock before I put it inside her. "Here," I said, "you need to make sure it's hard enough." I took her hand and she placed it over my cock and just felt it up and down. "It feels;" she propped herself up on her arm and inspected her new toy, "it doesn't feel like I thought it would." "What did you think it would feel like?" "I don't know," she said, "just not like this!" She got used to pumping it and watched the skin move up and down. I split the condom packet open. She removed the condom and fitted it over the end of my cock and slid it down in one movement. "Learned that in sex education at school," she said. "Perfectly done," I added, looking into her lovely face, "let's do it Jo." I said kissing her. She kissed me back and lay putting her hands to my shoulders to move me over her. She spread her legs trying really hard to keep it natural. Soon my sheathed cock was level with her very wet puss and I slid it up and down across her clit, before slowly and carefully resting it at her entrance. I slid slowly forward feeling first the tip then more of the shaft enter her. She panted and I felt her thighs raise and hold me, "Slowly Terry," she hissed, and I slid in slowly and gently, with her breathing out as I entered her. I felt my groin touch hers, "That's all there is of me Jo," I said, "is it Okay?" "It's a bit tight, but very nice." She put her cheek to mine and hugged me tight. I moved slowly and purposefully, trying to remember what it was that Sonia and I had done making love. I had a record of making the women I'd slept with had come during intercourse, and that started with Amy; and I was 100%, up to and including Sonia, and I think that was as much about fingers as it was about fucking. G-spot, I'm sure that was it. She had me ride her quite high so I tried that again, but Jo pushed me down. Still a bit new for that kind of thing obviously. Fuck it, I thought, just get on with it and try the clever stuff next time. But that was it, I wanted there to be a next time. I didn't want this to just be a one night stand, I wanted her to come so much that she would want to repeat the process, many times. Feeling her get comfortable, I speeded up working harder and deeper into her, allowing her reactions to guide me, just as Amy had taught me. She started to gasp, and I pulled my face away from hers so I could see her expression. "Oh Terry," she purred, "this is lovely, why did I wait so long." She kissed me. "Because you were waiting for the right man." "And the right man was you, was it?" "Obviously." I said slowing somewhat, and pushing myself up and off of her for a few moments. Freeing my left hand I used it to great effect to grab her so far untouched arse, and gave it a squeeze, my little finger making an experimental tickle at her anus. She giggled. I also used the opportunity to move my head down so I could feast on her softening nipples, and she guided them into my open mouth, each one in turn until they were red and hard against my tongue. "That's nice," she said as I drew them into my mouth again and again. "I should hope so," I said, "how about this though." I covered my teeth with my lips and squeezed them hard and she cooed. "Oh fuck, Terry," she said, "that is so hot." "I do try." "Let's try another position," she said. "Excellent, which one?" "Oh I don't know, you're the expert." "Roll onto your hands and knees," I said. "No," she said firmly resting her hands on my forearms, "I want to be on top." "Oh," I grinned, "a fine choice and one I heartily agree with." I raised off of her gently withdrawing my cock from her. "Hmm," she said, "I could absolutely get used to this." "Look," I said pointing to my throbbing cock, "tiniest trace of blood, no harm done." She pulled my face down to her and kissed me, "It's because you're such a big boy," she said, then she giggled and pushed me onto my back, and quickly sat astride me, landing with a bump. "Oh," she said putting a hand to her red, flushed cunt, "That probably wasn't the best idea. Still," she leaned forward over me raising her bottom so my erection sprung up under her. She put her hands on my shoulders, leaning down to kiss me. Our tongues clashed again, and it was for the first time it was about the passion, rather than just kissing. She raised herself again, and this time she fed my cock inside her. She closed her eyes and slowly slid down. "Oh yeah," she gasped, "that's just the job." She was getting more and more into the process, and I hoped I could hold out until she had another orgasm. So I put my hands to her hips and helped her up and down and she approved so I slid my thumb across to play across her clitoris. "Come on Jo, come for me honey." "Oh baby!" I thought she might have been taking the piss, but the look on her face was enough to let me know it was working. I could see her boobs bouncing in front of me, so pulled her down slightly so I could kiss and suck her erect nipples. I scraped my teeth along her nips and she cried out to another first, her first orgasm during intercourse and it was enough to push me over the edge and I came with her. She fell across me and we kissed and cuddled, with me withdrawing from her to remove the condom and my healthy fertile sperm it contained. After all, while she wanted to lose her virginity I wasn't sure she wanted to get pregnant. We lay together for a while, catching our breath, kissing and just holding each other. Jo ran her finger through the hair on my chest. "How long till we can do that again!" She breathed. It was so hot I felt a bit of a stirring in my loins even though I knew I'd be out of action for a while at least. She rolled off of me, stood and went to the table, pouring the last of the coffee from the jug into one cup. Her body looked fantastic, slightly pink and 101% feminine. She looked over her shoulder and noticed me looking, grinning and looking even pinker than before. She added milk and walked back to bed with it. "Here," she said, "a little something to keep your strength up." Round Two I took the cup from her and drank some, it was just hot enough. She lay back down next to me and took the cup and sipped some. I took the cup back from her finished it, and went back to holding her again. We smooched for another twenty minutes, eventually drifting into a light doze. We woke about half an hour later and bloody hell, I was ready to go again. And we did. This time the foreplay was slightly less because I could see that she was red and puffy from our first round. So this time, I slipped on the condom and climbed over her again and made love in the missionary. I tried to tempt her onto her hands and knees but still she would have none of it. It was still fantastic and we made love, each holding the other close. As she neared her third, or was it fourth, orgasm of the day she clung to me, getting every part of her touching part of me. "Oh Terry," she gasped, "Mellie was right, Mellie was so right, please I'm so close," she warbled, "I'm so nearly there, ah!" she cried out in her orgasm and I joined her. We took a shower together and I took every opportunity to touch and stroke her, avoiding the parts I'd already been touching. We had to be out of our rooms by three that afternoon so we couldn't take the time I would have liked. Once dried, I got back into my shorts and T-shirt, and she got dressed in her tight jeans and another tight T-shirt. We kissed. "So," I said, "I guess that counts as our first date, when do I get to take you out again." Incognito She stopped smiling, "Oh Terry, I don't know, I don't know that I can." "Okay," I said, walking across and taking her in my arms, "how about you come round to my place after I've finished work, and I'll cook you something as hot and as sweet as you are, and I can give you some more orgasms. You bring knickers and a clean shirt for school the next morning, no one knows any different." "I suppose I could do that," she said, "I'll bring the food though. I'm a fussy bitch." Dinner Date There was a knock on my door, and I recognized the shape at once - it was Jo. "Hi Terry," she said as I pulled the door open, and she pushed her way in to my hallway. I could see she was carrying a suit bag with a blouse in it. I figured she was staying the night. She also had two servings of fish and chips, a bottle of wine and a chick flick. We got cozy on the sofa, ate our food and drank our wine, watched the film then went to bed and made love. This was pretty much the first time she'd ever done this kind of thing and being the person that introduced her to it was really sweet, and just the nicest thing ever. She disappeared into my bathroom and reappeared in the cutest baby doll nightie; "It makes me look stupid doesn't it," she said with red cheeks. "It makes you look fucking gorgeous," I replied. After all, it bloody did. I kept on my boxer shorts and switched the bedside lights on. She tiptoed over to my bed, I could see that she'd also put on some makeup. I smiled. "What?" she said. "You look amazing," I said, "and I kinda get the feeling you know you look amazing." "I'm trying." She grinned back at me. I pulled her down onto me and we started again. I could smell the wetness and she noticed. "Sorry," she said putting a hand to her mouth, "Only I've been wet down there all day." She lay on top of me, stroking my hair, "I had to go to the bathroom lunchtime and finish myself off; I had to put a pad on just to soak up anything that leaked." She put her face to mine and kissed me, "I almost took the afternoon off but I had revision sessions for 11th year exam students. I had to keep my jacket on because I was terrified my nipples would show through my blouse!" I giggled, "You weren't like that in my day Miss," I reached down and squeezed her delicious bottom. "I should hope not!" she said tapping my nose with her finger, "anyway, you gonna fuck me or what?" I grinned and rolled her over until I was on top. I reached into my bedside table drawer for the box of condoms I knew to be there, while Jo reached down and grabbed my erect cock giving it a squeeze. With her other hand she took the condom from me and proceeded to make sure that we were protected. I settled myself between her thighs and eased myself into her. "Oh Christ," she gasped as I felt her flushed wetness envelope me. She put her arms around my neck and once satisfied I was in her, held me tight while I carried on from where we had left off the previous afternoon. "Oh fuck Terry," she said pushing her cheek against mine. I felt some wetness between our faces, and slowed up lifting up to see a few tears coming down her face. "What's up, honey?" I said. She grinned, "Nothing Terry," she said, "Absolutely nothing," with that she pulled my face to hers and we kissed again, tongues clashing in a wet embrace that left us breathless but ready for more of the same. Upping the game a bit, I moved my spare arm to grab her buttocks again, squeezing them and feeling her squirm just the tiniest bit, although definitely with pleasure. After a few moments I allowed the tip of my middle finger to stray to her anus, and moving it up to her sopping cunt moved back to circle that taught circle of flesh. She looked into my eyes, her face a picture of confused delight as, while she knew she liked the feeling, she wasn't sure if she should. In a series of gleeful but wordless expressions and nods we gauged each other's willingness and daring. I finally pushed just the tip of my finger into her arse and circled just inside, seeking out the nerve endings that I knew would be there. As for Jo, she opened her eyes wide at the initial intrusion, giving just the tiniest wiggle at her waist as she got used to it. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the feeling and I just kissed her again, our tongues bashing away. She began to push against me working up to her orgasm, so I reciprocated and groaning into each-other's faces we finally reached the point of no return and I came a few seconds after her. We rolled to our sides catching our breath, both grinning like idiots. "Wow Terry," she said, "You are just full of surprises;" I stripped her out of her baby doll and laid it carefully on the side of the bed, "I'll get the tea," I said rolling to one side. What I really wanted to do was wash my hands so I could get creative again, so I did. On my return with two mugs and half a packet of biscuits she was laying back on a pile of pillows looking drop dead gorgeous and she could obviously read my thoughts. Recovery Time. "Shit Terry, do I look that good?" "Yeah," I said, "better in fact." I sat on the side of the bed and handed her a mug of tea. "Did you wash your hands," she giggled as she sipped from her mug. "No," I said, making a play of dipping a biscuit in her mug. She made a face and an Uwe noise. "You bastard," she chuckled, and with the chuckle took a sharp breath and placed a free hand on the front of her cunt. "Bit sore," she said, "mind you, it hasn't quite had the usage before." Indeed she hadn't; we'd fucked quite strongly four times in a shade over 24 hours. Finishing our tea, I put the now empty mugs on the bedside table I slid in next to her again, "Well, let's give puss a night to recover, if it's Okay with you, I'll hold you all night just to make sure." "Yeah," she whispered, the most wonderful grin on her face. I kissed her, turned her away from me and gently pulled her back so I could spoon her and hold her soft breasts. She kissed my arm as we both fell into a deep restful sleep. When we woke the next morning, she had turned in the night and was laying half across my chest her arm across my shoulder. She woke with her face nuzzling into my neck, with some surprise but recovered quickly. I looked at the clock and it was a few minutes to six, so I pulled the duvet up to our chins, "Good morning," I said turning my face to kiss her lips. "What a way to wake up," she said kissing me back, "What time is it?" "A bit before six," I said, "bags of time yet." I rolled on my side to face her and we kissed again, and before I knew it, she was reaching down between my legs and pumping hard on my stiffening erection. "Puss has recovered," she said and climbed on top of me stopping only to reach into my bedside table drawer and the condoms she knew were there now. After a splendid fuck I headed to the kitchen and made tea and toast, returning to the bedroom and the sound of the shower - I joined her. We sat on the bed naked and laughing eating toast and drinking tea, really into each other. "Thank you for a lovely evening," she said, "and morning I should add." "No problem Jo, same again tonight?" "I have marking I have to do," she pouted, "everything I should have done last night as well." "I'll cook tea," I said, "bring a change of clothes." She would kiss me goodbye in the morning leaving me with no more than a 'see ya'. In our many evenings together I found out that she still lived with her parents, and I wasn't even spoken of for the first three months of our relationship. After a month of her coming to my house after work I got her to allow me to take her out for the day. We jumped in my car and I headed for Dorset. Only once we were fifty miles away from anyone that might know her did she allow me to hold her hand. I could see that she was loving every moment of it despite her hesitance. We stayed over in a nice hotel and she allowed me to take her to the restaurant for dinner. We walked along the seafront and found a pub and we just chatted. I asked if she would like to meet my parents, she was nervous about that; I didn't push my luck. We had a wonderful weekend, and really enjoyed each other's company. We went back to my place and I suggested that she should stay over. Being the sneaky chap that I can occasionally be, I'd already put her blouse and underwear into my washing machine before we left on Friday evening and it needed a light touch of an iron and she was ready for work the next day. I said that she should leave some stuff at my place and she was again rather hesitant, so I took the initiative myself. I read the labels of her blouse and went to the local clothing store and bought her some. I got braver the next day in my local Supermarket and bought a couple of four-packs of the panties she wore, even throwing in some high-cut lacy shorts I thought she'd look fantastic in. I got her a collection of her deodorants and hair products and of course a tooth brush. I left them all hidden and as we headed for bed I announced that she could come and go as she pleased now because she had spare sets of everything she would need. She perused my choices, and I could see she wanted to be cross with me but I think she was also quite touched. She loved the high-cut panties I'd bought for her and wore a pair to school the next day. She complained I hadn't bought her tights or a bra but brought those with her the next night and put them in 'her' drawer. After three months I managed to get her to come to the huge out-of-town Shopping Mall with me on a Saturday, the following weekend we went out for lunch in the main high street, she even said hello to a young man from one of her classes but we were far enough apart for her to get away with it. We even went to the cinema that night. Our 'relationship'? Yes, it was definitely one of those but it was just that no one else knew about it. I had told my mum and dad about my new girl and they understood (to a point) about this former school teacher of mine that was a 'bit backward in coming forward' about going out with an old pupil. Mellie eventually beat the truth out of me one night we all went out for a Halloween party. We'd been out with our various mates a few times and because we now kind of hung out as one big group. Mellie was forever trying to get me and Jo together and we chatted nicely like all of the gang did. I bought her drinks and made it look like I was chatting her up and Jo would practice her body language to make it look like she was keen but not that keen. Covert Coupling On this night as with the others Mellie kept her distance, but watched us both like a hawk and I thought we were getting away with it. I was dressed as 'Death' (Big Terry Pratchett fan, sorry) while Jo was dressed as a vampire with the most wonderful contact lenses that made her eyes look brilliant. We had to work really hard to keep our distance in a believable way, but we were so in tune as a couple after all these weeks it was hard not to just wander over to the other and just chat like we did most nights of the week these days. Mellie still tried to keep her distance, but our body language was of course speaking volumes to anyone that knew us to any extent. "What is it with you two," she said looking at me then Jo and a soft smile. "Nothing," said Jo trying hard to look innocent. Mellie stalked towards me, "Spill the beans Terry, or it won't be pretty;" she was dressed like Morticia Adams and looking fucking sexy into the bargain mind you. She folded her arms and looked sternly at me. I tried not to smile. Mel pursed her lips and turned on her heels and went back to the bar, chatting with Hubby Dave dressed as Gomez. We thought no more of it and were just starting to chat to each other pleasantly, both conscious that within hours we'd be in bed and making love and in our secretive world of overnight stays and meals. Just as we were talking about the easiest way for her to come back to my place without telling the whole gang, Mellie appeared again. She pulled us both together so she could still whisper to us. "So!" she said, "I've just had a very interesting chat with Aunt Ronnie, Darling cousin," she tried to look hard at Jo, but failed miserably, "It seems that you've all but moved out of her place staying instead with 'a friend you know from work'. Your Mum and Dad know nothing about this friend other than you stay most nights of the week, get most of your washing done and eat most of your meals there." "Mellie!" snarled Jo. I tried to sneak away! "And seeing as you only hang out with all of us, and you have no other friends to speak of, I'm guessing it must be one of us, and seeing as everyone else in the group is married, engaged or seriously involved, I have the funniest feeling that your friend is none other than the lovely Terry stood just over there, trying desperately to look innocent." She folded her arms and looked from me to Jo. "Well?" Jo stifled a laugh, shook her blonde hair out of her face and looked across at me. I shrugged my shoulders, no way was I getting between these two. Jo settled the matter, "If I tell you Mellie; will you promise to keep it to yourself, and not go on about it?" Mel giggled and nodded. In response Jo took to steps towards me, pushed me into a small alcove, put one hand around my waist, one to my cheek and kissed me. I reciprocated, quite getting into the French kissing after at least three hours of pretending we didn't want to. Mellie beamed with undisguised joy and clapped her hands, "Oh Jo-Jo, I'm so pleased! Terry!" Jo turned in my arms to her cousin, "Okay, now you know but you promised not to go on about it." "Oh I wouldn't worry about me," said Mellie, "your Mum has already discussed it with my Mum and Aunt Liz, they've all but arranged the wedding, the only thing they haven't worked out is who the groom is." Jo's mouth fell open, and she looked at Mel pointing an accusatory finger at her. "Don't you say a wor" "Too late Darling sorry," she said, "I may have just confirmed your Mum's suspicion that it may be that nice boy from my wedding." We walked back to my place from the pub, holding hands only after the rest of the gang were out of sight. "Jo," I said, as we walked towards my flat, "I love you." "Of course you do," she said, "As soon as you realized that I loved you." Stood at the corner of the street we kissed. "Bloody sociologists," I whispered in her ear and we walked back to the flat. The nights she stayed became more and more often until finally all of her regular and work clothes were at my place and I'd had to buy another wardrobe and chest of drawers and she pretty much lived with me. We booked a Winter break during the half term holiday, and we headed for New York for four nights. In the spirit of all of the best possible Hollywood romances at the top of the Empire State Building on the third evening I dropped to one knee and proposed to her. To my amazement she beamed a beautiful smile at me and nodded her head, and I saw a few tears sneak down her face. "Yes Terry," she whispered, "Yes please." I slipped the ring on her finger and the two or three dozen people on the platform clapped, cheered and whooped watching what was going on. I got back to my feet and we hugged and kissed, forgetting momentarily our audience. Once we broke our kiss it was to find several people shaking our hands and taking our picture. We featured on that days Empire State Building Facebook page and I shared it to my page. Jo didn't have one of course, but that was it. Terry and Jo, a couple at last. We threatened anyone that made a joke about how we first met with physical violence. One of Jo's relatives giggled and said about child abuse and she pinned him to the wall with the simple expedient of pinching him around his windpipe and slowly adding some pressure! He was banned from the wedding reception along with two or three of his equally humorous relatives and there was some grumbling. Mellie was chief bridesmaid as she was partially responsible for us getting together in the first place. Miss White morphed into Mrs. White, that summer; and her parents finally got to see her walk down the aisle. We have been married for three years, moved house once and have two children. Pretty bloody brilliant I think. By Androgynous other for Literotica
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