Too Young to be an Old Maid (Closed for Homerun2611)

[wickedpen]

"I can't believe he thought I was in my forties!" I say out loud as the door closes with a bang behind me and I storm into my my small cottage on the corner. "I am thirty one years old!" I protest feeling a mixture of anger and sadness. I leave my pocketbook on the dining room table as my heels click down the hardwood floors towards the library where I keep the brandy. My dark paisley skirt flows nearly across the floor as I move with a purpose. I need a drink.

I pull the silver hairpin out of my bun, letting my hair fall down my back. "Like an old school maid" my mother used to say about my hairstyle. I pour the brandy from the crystal decanter into a snifter. More than a taste, almost half a glass is what today calls for.

"I am a school mistress mother!" I protested. That was one of our last conversations. She died in a car accident two years ago, two days after we had that conversation. My anger is suppressed by sadness, for a moment. I run my hand through my hair and pull it over the shoulder of my navy blazer.

"I don't date women in their forties" his voice echoed in my ears. I drained the rest of the brandy and put the glass down. I look around my house and realize it is the house of an older woman.

"So what if I like fine things?" I mumble to myself, questioning my choices. "Jesus all I wanted was to get laid" I say exhaling in frustration. I slip my white stocking foot from my black leather pump and walk in my stocking feet to the couch. I stop as my reflection, in the mirror over the fireplace, catches my eye. Being five three I can barely see my below my shoulder in the mirror. I stroke my thick dark chestnut hair still laying over my shoulder. I looked at my sweet YOUNG! face and did not see an old woman. My skin is fair and clear like milky porcelain.

Feeling a bit tipsy after the wine at the bar and now the brandy I steady myself. Alcohol always makes me horny as I lick my lips and think back on the man in the bar. He could not have been more than a year or two younger than me. My hand slides down my hair and feels my breast as I look into my blue eyes in the mirror. He was in construction or something I am sure, I think as I remember being excited about his rough and tumble demeanor.

"Katelyn McKinny you are still a hot Irish lass..." I protest as the sadness of his words sits with me.

The knock at the door shocks me back into reality. I pad to the front door in my stocking feet and look out the peep hole from my tip toes. It is Tommy from down the street. I open the door and look up at the young man now over six feet tall. He was eleven when I moved in seven years ago. He had grown a foot and then some and matured into a nice young man, who was very easy on the eyes, as a bevy of school girls could attest.

"Listen to yourself Katelyn, what are you fifty?" that voice in my head scolds me.

"Hey Ms McKinny, my baseball team is selling raffle tickets..." he starts but then seems to get tongue tied as he looks at me. His eyes moving down from my face.

"Yes Tommy? How much are they?" I ask unsure of his pause.

"Uhh yeah" he blushes and then says "one for five or five for twenty. It's a fifty fifty, do you know what that is?" he asks sweetly.

"Uh yeah" I smile and become aware of how much he has grown. "Let me get my purse" I say turning and walking back to my pocketbook. I can feel the brandy as I walk and I wonder if he is watching my slim figure as I walk. At the table I look back over my shoulder as his eyes take an extra second to rise from where they had been. I inwardly smile, pleased to know I can still catch a boys eyes. I slide a twenty from my purse, nice and crisp in my fingers and walk back to the door.

"Here you go" I say holding out the bill. "I'll go for five. Do you promise I will win?" I ask with a smile.

"No mam" he says seriously, clearly nervous.

"I guess I will have to depend on luck then" I say looking away so he can look at me a little more. He is writing on his clipboard while my eyes take a better look at him. He is wearing jeans and a button down shirt. His dirty blonde hair is longer than most. His chubby cheeks have given way to chiseled features of a man.

"Here you are Ms McKinny" he says ripping off the stubs and handing them to me. My hand is tiny compared to his.

"Please, call me Katelyn. Your off to college next year right?" I ask leaning against the door casually.

"Yes mam" he starts.

"Katelyn?" I correct him.

"Yes Ms Katelyn" he said with a laugh and an adorable blush as I look at him with a smile. "Yes Katelyn, Notre Dame," he finally manages.

"Well don't head off with at least letting me wish you luck, OK?" I say sweetly, although my mind is clearly on less upstanding ideas of "wishing him luck".

"I will, thank you" he says as he turns and walks back towards the sidewalk on my stone path. I admire his young physique in the slightly baggy jeans and his gorgeous hair over his collar.

"Will you Tommy?" I say to myself as I watch him leave. As he turns and looks back I wave and close the door.

 

[Homerun2611]

Orland Park, Illinois, is a town of 58,000 and in theory a suburb of Chicago. Except the people of Orland have little in common with anyone who makes a living in the big city. A blue collar town for the most part, it has grown from 40,000 over the last 20 years, much of it a function of the ineffectiveness of the rhythm method. The O'Malleys are living proof of that as there are 8 of them, and I, Billy am the oldest of four boys and 2 girls. Billy, Danny, Tommy, Sean, Kaitlan and Bridgette, we are as Catholic as any family in America. My Mother gets up every morning and attends 5 AM mass, before coming home and preparing oatmeal or whatever we will be having for breakfast. My Mother is the finest woman I have ever known, and ever since I was a little boy, she has told me her dream of my being a priest. The first O'Malley to marry God.

I am a catcher on the Joliet Catholic baseball team, and by the luck of being a left handed catcher, with straight A's, and the constant preying of my mother, I have been accepted to Notre Dame, the dream school of any true catholic boy. I have been raised a good boy, and of the star athletes, I may not only be the only virgin left, but I am certainly the only one who is contemplating keeping it that way.

Raised under her strict eyes, and the weary eyes of my dad, working two jobs to support our family, they are proud of me, my scholarship will allow me to attend college, but I still need to finalize if I study engineering or commit to a path that will ultimately take me to seminary school. For most of my life, my path seemed set, but now as that day gets closer, I can't help but wonder am I ready for that commitment. Increasingly every girl gets more and more appealing, I am hard all the time, and this can't be right, or is God testing me, making sure I am ready to commit to a life of celibacy.

Tonight is my 18th birthday, and my mother is making my favorite irish lamb stew. I just need to sell these last few raffle tickets, before I go home. The prettiest woman I know personally, well I know her, but I'm not sure she really knows me at all, is Ms. McKinny. She is the perfect Irish Beauty, a woman I could just stare at and enjoy for hours, if she let me. I went up and back to her door a half dozen times before mustering my courage to knock, afraid I'd be tongue tied and afraid to speak.

We talk, and she is charming, takes my breath and words away. She doesn't haggle and as she turns to get her purse, my eyes go to her behind, and my mind is wracked with thoughts no priest should think.

"Here you go...I'll go for five. Do you promise I will win?" I almost scream out, I'll promise, but I don't I could never lie to this woman who looks like the leading actress in my every Irish dream. "No ma'am" is all I say. She pays me, I give her the tickets, "Please, call me Katelyn. Your off to college next year right?" You've got to be joking, I could never do that, we spar back and forth, we settle on a compromise before die of nerves, "Yes Katelyn, Notre Dame," I get out, and take a breath.

"Well don't head off with at least letting me wish you luck, OK?" My heart jumps, she has no idea what her look does to a young irish virgin. "I will, thank you" and I walk away on air, this is already my best birthday ever.

I walk in my house, and my mother is working hard on dinner, my father is already two pints in, working on three. "I see college boy is home" it is hard to say if he says it with pride or contempt. My mother kisses me on the cheek, her figure still petite and feminine, and I also feel arousal. I head to my room and do 10 Hail Mary's, and then I think of Katelyn and do 20 more.

 

[wickedpen]

I had forgotten about the jerk at the bar by the time I close the door. My slightly inebriated head and body are now refocused on that sexy young man who just sold me raffle tickets. I look at the tickets and see "Drawing will be held May 25th at the last regular season game."

"I could get another eyeful I guess" i say as I put the ticket stubs in my purse. I decide to change before making dinner and go upstairs to my bedroom.

My cottage has two bedrooms. One I use as an office and storage and the other is my bedroom. It has a large walk in closet thanks to a clever renovation by the man I bought it from. The walls are a dark burgundy. I have always dreamed of a dark sensual bedroom. Living alone I can do whatever I want. I have a matching comforter and white sheets on my dark maple sleigh bed. The windows have translucent curtains which let light in but not any eyeballs, "as if somebody would be interested in an old school mistress" I sigh.

I take off my jacket and hang it up then slip off the silk skirt and slip and hang them up on the hangers I took them off of this morning. Then I unhook my garters and slip the sheer white stocking down my legs.

"Forty my ass" I say looking in the standing mirror next to my dressing table. I sit up straight and then begin unbuttoning my blouse. My mind wanders back to Billy and that head of hair and pure, innocent sweetness. I unbutton the cuffs on each wrist and toss the blouse on my bed. I sit in garters panties and my bra. I push out my chest and suck in my toned abs.

"You are certainly not forty" I compliment myself as my daily routine and careful diet keep me in really good shape. "If only someone would appreciate it."

I get up and unclasp my bra and throw it on my blouse then walk over to the dresser and find my old Navy blue Notre Dame tee shirt, nearly thread bare from all the years since I was a student there. I pull it on then unclasp my garters and step out of them. I fish out my cut off sweat pant shorts and slide them, so soft and snug over my plain white panties. I feel much more relaxed in this but would never be seen in public this way. I pull my hair back into a pony tail and head down to dinner.

 

[Homerun2611]

I take off my blue button down and put on one of my Nike fitted t's with the whisk away sweat fabric. The shirt is like a second skin and the white fabric details the sculpted shoulders, biceps, pecs and six pack that I have worked my ass off, pardon the language, over the last three years and helped me get that scholarship. I can squat close to 400 and do 20 bench press reps at 225, this has allowed me to generate the running speed and exit velocity on my hitting that is a very rare combination for a catcher. At a bit over six foot, 190 pounds and less than 4% body fat, I cut an imposing figure. I toss on lycra running shorts, peds and running shoes, and head back down. I love the stew, but know I will need to run the gravy off, as soon as it is over.

I walk into the kitchen and I see my mother's beautiful face looks up and down me with a bit of a disapproving stare, however she does bite her lip, "That doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it Tommy O'Malley...what happened to loose cotton t-shirts and cut off sweat pants? Do the girls see you like that, Lord I hope not!" My mother speaks in the cutest Irish brogue, and I go over and kiss her on her cheek.

"You know there's only one girl for me, and she has seen me in my birthday suit...given the day, should I have worn that?" She pushes me away and slaps my chest lovingly, "You are terrible talking to your sweet mother in such a way, now tell me all about your day? Did you sell your tickets?"

Like we have done nearly every day when I eventually get home from school I sit down and tell my mother everything, although lately I leave out some of my more lusty thoughts I am struggling with as I contemplate my future. "I did, I sold $200 dollars worth, which should keep my amongst the leaders on the team. That nice Ms. McKinney..." I leave out the Katelynn part, "...even bought $20 worth on my last stop to clear my inventory." My mother spun on her heel, and pointed a finger at me, "That sweet young school marm bought $20, she can't possibly afford that on what they must pay her."

My mother was clearly troubled, "Well she bought it, but you are going to do something nice in return...." forgetting about what she just said about my workout attire, she continued, "you only have the one game on Saturday, right, because of Prom?" I nodded, feeling a bit ashamed that I had somehow taken advantage of the beautiful woman, "well since your game should be over by 11 AM, and you don't need to pick up that Eva girl until 6:30 for pictures, you can give that nice woman 3 hours or more of solid work helping her with her lawn or whatever her needs may be. Drop by her house on your run and see if that works for her, and do not take NO for an answer!"

Dinner was delicious my mother was a fabulous cook and we agreed to have cake after I got home. Birthday gifts are not extravagant at our house, and I was given a blue blazer and grey slacks that I would wear for graduation and next year at school. I was given a blue and gold Notre Dame tie, and that was special.

Dinner done, I went out on my run, but I started in the opposite direction from Ms. McKinney's as I had forgotten for a minute my mother's demand. By the time I circled back, I had run 2.5 miles and, as it was a warm evening, I was dripping with sweat, my shirt nearly translucent as it clung to me. I stood outside her small gate, and again questioned, if I should approach, I could only imagine what I must look and smell like, but I also knew the hell (quick Hail Mary for cursing) my mother would give me if I didn't do as she rightfully suggested.

i walked through the gate, and knocked at the door, I backed up so that my smell wouldn't be too offensive, and I was just running my hand through my mop of hair, when she opened the door....

 

[wickedpen]

Diner consisted of the second half of my sandwich from lunch and another glass of wine. I was about to sit down to watch Jeopardy when I heard a knock. "Now who could that be? Two visitors in a day!" I laughed to myself as I walked to the door and peeped out.

Seeing Billy standing out there, I was horrified as I thought of what I looked like. All the alcohol made me overly self conscious at first. My heart raced as I looked out at Billy O'Malley, so handsome. I brushed my hand down my chest smoothing my tee shirt and trying to calm my heart. and realizing I was not wearing a bra.

"shit!" I hissed to myself as my high beams suddenly popped up. "shit! shit! shit!" I said behind the door. I am a school mistress and cannot look like some dorm kitten. The thought of dorm kitten changed my thoughts all together as my earlier desires returned and I took a breath. I opened the door and tried to hide behind it, knowing his sweet mother was down the street.

"Hey Billy" I said with a smile. His shirt clung to him like a seconds skin and what a body to be skin on! I fought to keep my eyes up on his as my body seemed to react to him against my will.

"What can I do for you?" I asked as my mind raced with naughty thoughts he might answer.

 

[Homerun2611]

“WOW” as she opened the door the words tumbled out before I could catch them, and as awkward and embarrassed as I felt, I probably would have dropped them anyway. My entire body blushed, and I began to sweat in a way that had nothing to do with my run as my body burned up. My eyes had feasted on her entire body, the sexiest thing those eyes had ever seen, the vision scorched in my memory. Like metal to a powerful magnet, my eyes had zeroed in on her nipples, and my puberty driven libido, surged with erotic thoughts as if she were naked. I felt my heart beat below my waist, as my virgin cock swelled to its thick 9 inches plus, teasting the resiliency of my spandex. And to all these new sensations, I was ignorant, awash in my body’s expression of arousal, all the time wishing I could crawl in a hole and disappear.

“Sorry...um....uh...I should have called...but I didn’t have your number...not that I should have your number...it’s just that, My mother feels I may have taken advantage of you...Which I never meant to...but we thought...uh...I could make it up by ...lettng you use me.”

Oh God, My eyes staring straight down, afraid of what I might do or say if I looked up again and saw those nipples, those breasts, legs, hips, everything! What a transformation, she had gone from looking so refined, like a woman you only see in a photograph, to...oh Jesus, that!!!

I took a deep breath, “I’m sorry, what I want to say, is I really appreciate your buying the tickets. But it is too much money, so on Saturday, after my game, I would like to come here and help you however you would like for a couple hours. I could cut your lawn, and trim your garden, or I’m strong if you could use my muscle for anything, basically, I’m yours for a couple of hours, to help however you please?”

I finally looked up doing my absolute best to look in her eyes, pretty much unaware of what else my body was showing, and all I saw was this incredible smile!

 

[wickedpen]

Watching this man child stumble for words, then trip over the ones he found was amusing in a cute, semi-erotic way. The way his body reacted was downright obscene from his swollen pupils to his expanding shorts. Suddenly I was not the frumpy school mistress and back to the dorm kitten I always felt inside but rarely got confirmation of. This was confirmation.

"Oh Billy don't be silly" I said with a smile and reaching out to steady the nervous young man. Not realizing that would not steady him in but one way. "Your mother is a saint," I said smiling up at his chiseled chin and unshaven cheeks. Now it was my turn to lose my words and swoon with desire as his scent hit me like a rush of pheromones and left me on the verge of inviting him and his big muscle in right now.

"You are busy with everything," I smiled at him. "There is no need for any extra work. You are a good cause." I said then shook my head, "it is for a good cause. How about this. I will come to the game and I can see if i win the raffle. If I do then you are off the hook. If I don't then we can discuss it, deal?" I said holding out my small hand to shake in agreement.

I looked up into his face but his eyes took a moment to return up to my eyes. That feeling a woman gets when a man is so drawn to her in a sexual way has always been one of my favorite feelings. I did not not mind. To be honest the longer it took for him to realize I was waiting for him to stop looking at my breasts, it was like lengthy foreplay.

"Uh yeah, OK" he said agreeing but I doubt very much he had much of an idea of what I had said. He saw my hand and wrapped his giant hand around it, apparently unfamiliar with how small petite women's hands are.

"OK I will see you Saturday. I hope you get a home run with me, uhhh I mean for me" I said trying to be cool but my subconscious slipping in the truth that I had to awkwardly try to cover.

 

[Homerun2611]

"...How about this. I will come to the game and I can see if i win the raffle. If I do then you are off the hook. If I don't then we can discuss it, deal?" I still wasn't looking her in the eye, how do I dare when the road to get back up there was so likely to have me fall down traps of desire that I neither recognized nor had any comprehension how to navigate. However, I saw her move, a simple handshake of fine manners, and so as I reached out to accept it my eyes did move up, and the road was as treacherous as I feared. The silky smooth tone of her legs, the subtle but beguiling curve of her hip, the slender waist that I was quite sure I could close the fingers of my large hands around and completely engulf, and then eeeeck, I heard the screeching of my visual brakes as I found and stopped on and became mesmerized by those breasts, those breasts, God Help Me, those breasts!!!!

Eyes finally find eyes, big hand touches and engulfs, sweet delicate one, and electricity surges through me and I respond as suave as cock roach at a fine church supper, "Uh yeah, OK" Will breasts even fully, if thinly covered forever be my verbal kryptonite, rendering my 1580 SAT vocabulary to barely above kindergarten? I again take a deep breath and try to regroup.

"OK I will see you Saturday. I hope you get a home run with me, uhhh I mean for me" I beam, "You'll really come to my game...." I ignore the innocent mistake she made, but it is not lost on me, but getting to home with her would render any thoughts of the priesthood nothing but a carcass on the side of the hormonal express he was lately riding, so many urgest and temptations, so little idea how to handle them. "Well good, I will do my best to score for you..and if I do, I will tip my hat, please know its for you....Ms. McKinney, thank you, I have always known you were about the prettiest thing I had ever seen...but I didn't realize you also are one of the nicest!" I was blushing as I let go of her hand finally, and turned and sprinted off towards home.

 

[wickedpen]

I smiled tilting my head trying to be as cute as possible.

"Katelyn?" I said reminding him not to address me like I am forty, because I AM NOT FORTY!

He blushes and turns and runs away like a little boy set free by the principle.

"So cute" I sighed as I watched him run. "So cute and so hot" I followed as I looked around for anyone overhearing our conversation. He was a specimen and hardly aware of it, a true man child. "The things I would do with him" I thought pretending i was some well versed sexual hotty. My mom was right, I was a school mistress and that is what I am meant to be I thought sadly as he disappeared down the street.

I closed the door and went back to Jeopardy.

"He did say I was cute and nice" I thought as the game show took a distant second to the interaction with Billy. Replaying him at the door in my mind, his eyes did take me in head to toe. He was not looking at me like a teacher, well maybe but definitely as a woman I thought. "What should I wear?" I began to think about Saturday. "Nothing too risque and nothing too frumpy" I thought as I fantasized of him hitting the ball and then beaming up at me as he rounded the bases. Then coming over and I show my appreciation.

The game was at nine so I was up and beaming early for me on a Saturday. It was a cool morning but the sun was up and it was supposed to hit eighty. I felt like I was going on a first date but he is a high school senior and I am thirty. Standing in the shower I could not get his in that sweaty shirt out of my head. As the water cascaded down I soaped up my hands and imagined washing his rippled abs. I clutched my breasts enjoying the sensation as I leaned back letting my hair rinse through.

"Oh yes Billy please call me Katelyn" I sighed with a smile as rolled my small hard nipples in my fingers. "It's ok Billy, your mother won't know" I sigh as my hands slide down to my dark hairs soon parted by my blossoming lips. "Oh Billy, yes, yes!" I moan in the steam filled shower imagining his eager young hands on me. Between my legs as I feel his big cock in my hand.

I can hear his voice "Ms McKinny" as I near orgasm thinking of how excited he would be. Suddenly the thought struck me, "is he a virgin?" then the immediate follow up "could I be his first?" I leaned back into the tile as my body jerked and the fantasy went down the drain leaving me smiling and ready to watch my neighbor.

I found a pretty low cut white sundress with small red flowers. I looked in the mirror pleased with the narrow waist and full supportive top leaving my chest bare for the sun or my favorite players eyes. I braided my hair loosely letting a few strands get tucked behind my ear and pulled an wide brimmed hat from my closet. I put on a little eye liner but nothing too much. I slide a lip gloss over my pink lips and licked their slippery feel. I slid my feet into a pair of sandals and headed to the park. It was a short walk and I passed by Billy's house on the way.

 

[Homerun2611]

I left Ms. Katelyn's sort of walking on air. No adult had ever requested so adamantly that I address them by their first name, and certainly none that had generated the sensations throughout my body that she had. It felt funny as I started to run and I looked down and 'Oh God' I was huge. I didn't realize I had a big cock, I had heard in health class, that average size was six inches, I just had no idea how not average 9 plus inches was. My embarrassment grew commensurate with my penis, and I could only hope Katelyn hadn't seen it or been offended, it didn't seem she had noticed the spear poking out of my tight shorts.

Luckily the four blocks to my house allowed me to 'go down' and by the time I walked in my back door I was regular again. But as I walked into the door, I turned and poked my nose right into my mother's behind. My mother never worked out a day in her life, she had no time, her life was a workout. She did two to four loads of laundry every day, had breakfast, lunch and dinner warm on on the table for us, no matter what our schedules. She was only five foot four, 120 pounds but she was Irish mom strong, and the most amazing woman I knew. She was naturally pretty, though hardly wore make-up and looked better in a sweatshirt or flannel shirt with tank top underneath and jeans, then most women looked in an evening gown. She was up on a step ladder, grabbing a light bulb from the top shelf of the pantry cupboard and my nose hit her smack dab between the back pockets of her levi's. "Billy, watch...." and she started to wobble and I caught her as she fell back, my one hand under her knees, the other her mid back with my hand smack dab on her 34 c cup breast, holding her tightly. She shock had us both breathing hard, and it was a second before we both realized where my hand was, "Sweetie that's not a handle...you can let me down now."

She was smiling and I was again embarrassed, but her breast had felt amazing in my hand once I realized what I had. "I'm so sorry Mom..." She just leaned in and kissed me, "good thing my boy has good friends, no matter where they end up." She giggled and winked, the closest thing to flirting I had ever seen my mother do, although I knew it was just to make me feel better. "Why don't you go shower, and I will get your cake ready, your run has you a little ripe, and leave those sweaty clothes in the hamper." I stripped down right there, but I couldn't help notice my mother watching me out of the corner of her eye, making sure none of those smelly clothes made their way up to my bedroom. I took a long shower, and all I could think about were breasts, my mind was obsessed with both Katelynn's and Mom's. I turned the shower on high, so no one could hear my moans as I took care of my needs, eyes closed, imagining them both pulling off their shirts for my enjoyment. I know it is lame, but I had no other sexual experience do draw on, and that more than did the job, the vision of them, and a few strokes of my large and needy dick with my slick and soapy hands and I fired my ropes out on the old tile shower floor and let my seed flow down the drain.

The rest of the week was uneventful, and it was suddenly game day. I kept looking in the stands during warm-ups but saw no sign of Katelyn. Eva, my prom date was there, but for some reason, I wasn't even thinking about the pretty young girl who would be escorting me tonight and according to her friends was sweet on me. It was just before game time when my eyes caught the largely white dress and hat walk in, she looked like a gosh darn movie star. I was so engrossed I didn't see my pitcher release the next to last warm up pitch, only to hear, "Billy!" and turn to have it it me right in the face mask. I looked back up at her and saw her laughing and smiling, as somehow once again I had made a fool of myself and this was doing one of the things I did better than almost anyone.

The knock in the head cleared the cobwebs and allowed me to focus. There was no score in the third, when the pitcher from North Central hung a curveball to me, and I was able to drive it deep over the left center fence. As I rounded second, my eyes found you and I gave you a little smile and a wave. It was interesting because both Eva and my mother were in the same general view, but my eyes had only been on the beautiful brunette in the sundress, who I naively hoped was there solely for me. It stayed a 1-0 game into the 8th as generally both pitchers were throwing BB's. However, I got ahead two balls and no strikes in the count and I got a grooved fastball and this time pulled it just fair inside the foul pole. Rounding second I held up two fingers, and pointed at you smiling. A second home run, the first time I had done that in my high school career and a nice insurance run as they scratched out a single ane a triple but stranded the go ahead runner on third and we eeeked out the victory.

I was in the post game talk, when the raffle winner was announced, and listened intently while Sandy Christopher was announced the winner, the mom of one of the freshman. Eva had left in the 8th to go get her hair and nails done for tonight, and my mother, had other children to tend to, and was off with a wave. I made a beeline over to where you stood by the fence. I was honestly thrilled that you hadn't won, as I hoped we might spend some time together, even if it meant yard work. "Hi Katelyn...." I smiled as I remembered to use your first name, I was actually beaming, so excited that you had stayed to talk to me, "...I'm sorry you didn't win, but I did drive it hard and deep like you asked, twice!..." I was proud, but knew she likely had no idea how shocked even I was to have delivered on her little request, "...I hope you are going to let me come over and help you with whatever you need today?"

 

[wickedpen]

Walking to the game was a treat as I had not been so excited for anything in a while. I don't know why, the little voice in my head insistently reminded me that this was a high school community game and perverted thoughts of an eighteen year old were, well disgusting. I had to laugh as Billy looked at me right before a ball hit him in the catcher's mask. I shouldn't have laughed but he was so cute. Like a baby bear.

I greeted Mrs O'Malley who was so friendly and sweet I definitely saw a lot of her in Billy. She thanked me for the raffle contribution and said "Billy will be done after lunch to help out with any odd jobs you might have." I told her it was unnecessary but she dismissed that so I thanked her and took a see a few feet away as she had a gaggle of friends and kids around her already.

Billy was amazing, hitting the game winner and smiling up to his mom every time he rounded the bases. I imagined he was looking at me but then his mom said something to a beautiful girl about having fun at Prom with Billy tonight I knew for sure he was not waving to me.

I sat after the game enjoying the weather and general excitement of the last game and victory for the seniors. They announced Billy was going to Notre Dame and I got a special thrill as I had had such a good time there. You know us Catholic girls...

I was walking down the bleachers when Billy appeared at the fence. He was sweaty and excited and so hot, "no sorry cute, that is the word a woman my age should use" that voice in my head corrected. "Hey Katelyn" he said and I was giddy.

"Hey Billy great game!" I said with a big smile as his eyes roamed over my dress.

" ..I did drive it hard and deep like you asked, twice!.." he said said and oh God dd I hear that. I wish it had been in a different context. maybe overhearing him talking to his friends after he comes over this afternoon.

"Katelyn you are so bad!" my inner voice yelled.

"Sure I guess, your mom told me I had no choice so I doubt either of us could refuse her wishes" I said with a warm smile hiding my devilish thoughts.

"So whenever, I don't know what you can do but I am sure there is something. Come over after lunch. I promise not to keep you too long. I saw that pretty girl you are taking to prom" I say sharing too much probably as his face turned less excited. "OK see you in a little while" I said looking at his big hand on the fence and wanting to touch it but resisting and turning and walking back home.

I was a bundle of nerves as on one hand I hoped he was watching me walk away with lust in his heart and on the other hand, how sweet Patty had been offering her son to me.

"As labor not a sex toy!" my conscience kept reminding me.

Back home I had already cleaned the house and changed the sheets and spruced up everything I could with the nervous energy of a lost long lover about to be reunited. I poured myself a glass of white wine to calm my nerves as I waited. Not having eaten anything since last night the second went straight to my head, before the knock at the door came.

 

[Homerun2611]

"So whenever, I don't know what you can do but I am sure there is something. Come over after lunch. I promise not to keep you too long. I saw that pretty girl you are taking to prom"

My heart sank a bit with a cold dose of reality. “Oh yeah, Eva....she’s really nice and all...” I didn’t finish, we had dated some, but as beautiful as she was, she was very proper. I wasn’t exactly assertive, so we had fallen into a routine of going ou, perhaps kissing in a front seat or an empty family room, but as soon as my hands ventured, not completely confident in what they were doing, I would feel her small soft hand cover them, “We can’t...not yet...you know how I’m raised, how we’re both raised?” And cold water was doused on the flame.

Katelyn was a women, and those shorts and t-shirt, the last three nights, in the quiet darkness of my room, had made me harder and cum with a ferocity, I hadn’t realized was possible. Yes, my prom was tonight, but I was quite sure the woman I would seek and receive relief from tonight, was the one whose garden I would trim this afternoon.

She left me and walked off, I watched every sway of her hips and slight breeze sashaying her dress as if it was the last women I would ever see. I prayed neither she or anyone saw the lust in my stare of my overly sweet and generous neighbor. “What the hell are you looking at?” I heard over my shoulder, and turned to see our starting pitcher, his arm already wrapped in a huge ice pack. I didn’t answer, I just reluctantly turned around. “The Limo is picking us up at 7 right? I will already be at Eva’s for pictures, my mom is driving me there.”

He gave me a quick ride home, and my Mom had two ham sandwiches waiting. I ate quickly showered. It was hot, so I put on gym shorts and a tight fitting under armor t-shirt that sculpted to my body, but would whisk away the sweat. I wasn’t sure what Ms. McKinney might want to use me for. I even put on a little cologne, that I received for my birthday. Luckily I slipped out of the house withou being seen. Clean and freshly shaven, I bounded up the steps to her house like an enthusiastic puppy.

I knocked on the door, full of enthusiasm, but having no idea what to expect...

 

[wickedpen]

The knock at the door took me by surprise. I am not sure why or if it was more the crashing reality of fantasy meeting reality. I was still wearing the white flowered dress and took a deep breath smoothing the dress over my stomach and pushing my chest out like I was greeting a guest.

I had a list of things I thought Billy may be able to help with. Really just excuses to keep him here and feel like he had done something. My mind wrote and erased "kiss Ms McKinney, undress Ms McKinney, let Ms McKinney teach you about sex, fuck Ms McKinney". Although erased they still bounced around my head as I opened the door.

"Hey Billy come in" I said with a big smile losing my breath immediately as I saw his body under the clingy tee shirt. He stepped in and I closed the door.

"Can I get you anything? Water, a sandwich?" I said being polite. He declined and I felt that sadness of rejection I had experienced at the bar earlier in the week. I walked to the kitchen counter and picked up the slip of paper.

"OH yes, there are some boxes I would appreciate if you could move for me from the attic" I said glancing at the list. "Follow me" I said walking to the stairs and padding up the blue Persian runner to the landing where a folded staircase was in t the ceiling. I could never reach the cord but Billy easily reached up and pulled the stairs down. I watched his big strong body work the stairs down into place. I climbed up the ladder before him, secretly hoping he was interested in trying to look up my skirt. I had on a lace thong in case there was any doubt.

The attic was hot as I pulled the string to turn on the single naked bulb. There were a few sheets of plywood with maybe ten boxes. He came up a little flushed as I guess he had taken a peek.

"Those four" I said pointing to a set of boxes marked "mom." "Please bring those down. The landing will be fine." I said. I stood and could feel the perspiration on my skin as the attic was easily over ninety degrees. The boxes were not that heavy but awkward for me. He easily made quick work of it. He returned up the ladder his shirt now a little damp and his skin glistening in the light. I looked at him smiling as he awaited instructions. It was one of those awkward moments where I wanted him to kiss me but he was clueless or not interested.

"OK" I said finally "I think we are done up here." I stepped to the stairs and he held out his hand like a little gentleman as I turned to go backwards down the steps. I took his hand and felt electricity touching him. I took a step down and was waist level with him and wanted to reach out and touch him and offer my services, but I continued.

Once we were both back down and the stairs put away I asked "so I hear you are going to Notre Dame. I went there, class of oh eight." I regretted that as soon as I said it, showing my age. "You will have so much fun, I sure did." I tell him emphasizing the "sure did". "What are you going to study? Do you know yet?" I asked as we stood a few feet from my bed, of which I was so aware as his scent filled my whole body. A mix of cologne and sweat and pheromones making me want to mate like a animal in heat.

 

[Homerun2611]

She opened the door, and I tried to hold in a big sigh. She was still dressed as I imagined a movie star might on such a hot summer day. Not the new kind, but the glamourous kind, like a young Natalie Wood. My mom loved old movies and I had watched a million with her, one of my favorites was the one she did with James Dean, "Rebel Without a Cause". It was about teenagers struggling with many of the same things I was. I allowed myself to worship her a second before walking in. "I'm sorry, I meant to tell you at the game...at least I don't think I did, but you sure looked pretty today. I don't remember ever having a fan look as pretty as that...not that your a fan of mine..." I stopped, again, my tongue was doing me no favors.

"Can I get you anything? Water, a sandwich?" I choked a bit, ashamed of what I had been thinking on my way over, imagining you in just that dress, wanting to touch it, or perhaps, just a single kiss...just to no what that felt like with a woman...how different, more wonderful than it was with Eva. "I'm fine, but thank you for offering." I mustered.

"OH yes, there are some boxes I would appreciate if you could move for me from the attic...Follow me" If it had been across the fires of Hell, it would have been the same answer, if I could follow her and watch her, could she feel my eyes, everywhere, particularly on her ass, but I took it all in, every spectacular inch. "Of course...I'd be happy to." The understatement was colossal.

I followed her up the stairs, each step, revealing a bit more of her legs, the same legs that had nearly stopped my heart in those shorts. I swallowed, but my eyes where glued, moving quickly between incredible swaying ass, and inch by inc of leg, until we were at the ladder, and she began to go straight up, me underneath her!!!! Oh God, now each step did not reveal a new inch or two, but inches in bunches, spectacular bunches of milky white, delicious looking, but toned and utterly amazing flesh. My heart was nearly exploding from my chest.

I craned my neck a bit, an opportunity like this could not be missed. Given an opportunity to possibly peruse heaven, I was not going to miss it. I tried not to be too obvious, and I delayed just a touch to let me see more, but I watched, god I watched as a step revealed a knee, then a lower thigh, then an upper thigh, my cock pounded in my pants, total sensory overload for a virgin in lust. The last step revealed the rounded flesh of an incredible ass, perfect tight, and BARE! Was she naked, I stared so hard I thought my eyes might pop out. Then I saw it, the wisp of white and the waist band emerging from her forbidden, but so, so desirable ass crack, and the small triangle of white wrapping up and under. I let out a minor moan, 'a thong, dear God she wears white lace thongs' it was a miracle I didn't cum.

Thank you god, for so much, for her, for that dress, the steps to the attic, that glorious thong, and most of all Sweet Jesus for not making me bust my nuts right here in my gym shorts. God, helped me not cum, I was sure, but no deity could possibly stop me from getting hard, and my apparently massive cock made his presence felt, literally. My face felt red hot and probably was, all of me was red hot, in desire and guilt.

Moving the boxes was a snap, I had enough adrenaline coursing through my veins I could have moved mountains. The only saving grace was the movement brought me down a bit, semi hard, ready to reignite, and me preying to that same God, it wouldn't. "OK...I think we are done up here." Said the sweet angel that I was so wrongfully lusting after. My body luckily was well trained by my sweet mother and I held out my hand to assist her. We went back down and I put away the ladder and suddenly we were quite close, and apparently at the alter to her shrine, ehr, bedroom.

"so I hear you are going to Notre Dame. I went there, class of oh eight." There it was, she was twelve or 13 year older than me, so wise, so experienced and there was so much I needed to learn, but there was also the second part, "Notre Dame", again I swallowed, nervous, about ready to hyperventilate, but also worshipping her and hanging on every word as if spoken by my guardian angel.

"You will have so much fun, I sure did....What are you going to study? Do you know yet?" Oh God, that broke the damn. I began speaking a mile a minute, lust, fear, guilt and inexperience a horrendous combination, "Well, my mother wants me to be a priest...but I don't know...I'm so confused...Ms. McKinney...I saw...no I tried desperately to see...and I saw up your skirt...you bottom....your panties...they were amazing...I mean...your are amazing...and my thoughts..Oh God...how can I be a priest...I...I am so sorry...you are so good...oh god, I'm sorry...I will leave...you can have me back when your are not here...I will mow the grass...oh god, I'm sorry...I've got to go!" And I whirled and began to sprint down the steps.****o at a time...my cock had come back to life in a huge way!!!!

 

[wickedpen]

I stood there having been barrages with words and nervous tension, then I was alone as I heard my front door slam. I smiled replaying his rambling rapid fire stream of nervousness reply to my simple question. It was fairly surreal but I do remember some of the seminary students being a bit awkward when it came to girls. But gosh, he is so good looking and sexy I am shocked he is not more experienced.

"He saw my thong?" I thought as I replayed his words. "Well I did not intend that, at least not consciously. Oh dear God, please don't tell your mother" I said out loud as I stood under the staircase where I let a teen age boy look up my dress and I had worn a thong for him.

I felt doubly sad. One on hand I had stooped low enough to give a teen age boy a peep up my skirt and secondly he had run away. I sat down on the top step and began to cry. What I thought might be a fun afternoon had turned into yet another example of how I am an old pathetic school mistress. And now Patty O'Malley will probably come over and curse me for teasing her priest to be son and then spread my name as a child molester.

I don't know how long I sat crying into my folded arms before I got up and changed. I put on my plain white cotton panties and grey sweat pant shorts and a loose plain white tee shirt. I put away my hat and dress and locked my doors, and curled up on my couch with the rest of my wine and put on the old movie channel, "Rebel without a Cause" was on.

 

[Homerun2611]

I had made a fool of myself, a complete fool, and I had run away. I ran not just out the door, but away, the last place I was going was home, not like this. I let one mile turn into two, then three. As I ran though I realized, I couldn't run away from this. I was about to go to college, and no matter what my humiliation, I was not this week, and I did not run away from my obligations. She had been perfect and I had been a perfect ass.

I was a quarter mile away, and I let my sprint turn into a jog and a walk. It was still only 2:30, I still had hours before I had to get ready for prom, but I couldn't go like this, I would not have fun. I needed to set things straight, if she wanted to slap me or tell my mother, or curse at me, those were all her right. I entered her block and took a deep breath, and I pushed myself back up those steps, covered in sweat, and drowning in embarrassment.

She deserved better, I needed to be better, and now I needed to allow her to let me have it. I knocked on the door, nothing. I put my ear to the door and could have sworn I heard the movie I had mentioned. I knocked again, then once more, this time hard. "Ms. McKinney...Please if you are in there, it is Billy...could I please speak with you?"

 

[wickedpen]

I awoke on the couch and the tv was still on. I had not been asleep that long as the wine glass was empty but there was James Dean.

Someone was knocking at the door as I sat up and collected my wits.

"Ms. McKinney...Please if you are in there, it is Billy...could I please speak with you?" I heard Billy through the door. "Oh god" my mind raced into overdrive as I looked at myself, sleepy and buzzed.

"Just a minute" I said without thinking. "Damn it Katelyn you could have just acted like you weren't here" my mind said to my self. I quickly put the glass in the sink and checked my face in the mirror on the way to the door. I stopped and looked at myself. "this outfit should turn him off" I thought as the tattered shorts and baggy tee shirt made me look like rather slovenly.

I opened the door without peeping out. If I had I would have paused to collect my breath as he looked amazing, sweat drenched and his body glistening in the afternoon sun.

"Hey Billy" I said with a smile. What he had said before was not terrible. He admitted some things I had hoped were true but priest bit did make me sad. I had been tempting him, and I shouldn't have been.

I looked up into his young handsome face and said "Come in." I looked down as he smiled and stepped in. It was then that I realized I was not wearing a bra and the sight of him had brought my high beams standing tall as the tee shirt hung over my breasts.

I closed the door and as I turned began to say "I am sorry, I never should have .."

 

[Homerun2611]

I’m about to walk away, she must have forgotten and left the TV on, when I hear her “Just a minute.” My heart pounds, not sure if it is desire or fear. She opens the door, and I become instantly aware of what a sweaty mess I am, I am probably disgusting her. I contemplate taking my sweaty shirt off, but that would be more inappropriate than everything else I have done. “Hey Billy she smiles and I melt. What is it about her that is so utterly perfect in every way. “Come on in.”. I pass by her, trying not to touch her with my bodyglistening with sweat.

She shuts the door, and she is talking, but I’m not hearing, “I am sorry, I never should have...” But I don’t let her finish, her apologize, NO, “You have nothing to apologize for..I took advantage of your kindness...”

But then I hear myself say something, I thought I was only thinking. “You changed?” Oh God, why did I say that, she is still amazing but before, in that dress, I bail water, “...not that you shouldn’t, you should be comfortable,...” my eyes go to her breasts, too long, way too long, my cock is instantly so hard it aches.

Deep breath, “Ms. McKinney, uh Katelyn, I have a huge favor to ask, could I take you to dinner one night? Some place nice, I will dress up. I feel so confused about school. You have been there, you are still close enough to my age to understand. I could use your advice, I want you to teach me what you know. You, don’t have to think of it as a date...” Jesus, what had I said, was that what I wanted? Why would she possibly want that, she must have a million real men she keeps at bay. “...of course, you wouldn’t think that...and I will still do the work I promised another day, but I just had to ask, if you might consider?”

 

[wickedpen]

I looked at Billy for a moment pondering his request. He was gorgeous and cute and innocent and ridiculously sexy but he was eighteen and I was, an old frumpy school mistress.

"Well Billy" I start calmly, as my head is fighting the urge to just say "yes" or worse. what I am really thinking. "Let's have a seat and talk about things." I say as though I am counseling one of my students.

"This is so wrong. This is so wrong." runs through my head as does Patty and her pillar of community kindness to send her beautiful naive son into my lair.

I walk to the kitchen table and sit as I offer him a seat. I cannot help but inhale is scent, so musky and raw, yet sweet and delicious. "What can I tell you about Notre Dame? or college, or whatever?" I say starting to run away with conversation, I laugh nervously as I feel like the cops are going to break in and arrest me for something inappropriate. If thoughts were a crime...

 

[Homerun2611]

“Have a seat? Does that mean you won’t...of course you won’t”. Words could hardly express my disappointment. For the last two miles of my run, I had fantasized of taking the beautiful older woman out to dinner? I had said it wasn’t a date, but who was I kidding. I had romanticized what it would be like, looking at her across candlelight, innocently asking her to dance, feeling her in my arms, deluding myself that she might find she really liked it there, finally kissing her, my god my fantasy was lame, too many of my mom’s Hallmark movies. “You want to talk now?”

She gave me a glass of water, and I nearly gulped the entire thing down. I set the glass down, and clasped my hands behind my head, not realizing how it flexed my biceps and pecs, and stretched the tight shirt across my broad, incredibly well defined chest. She had a nice smile on her face, “I like it when you bite your lip like that!”

I really hadn’t prepared, I had tried to gather my thoughts to little avail. I brought my arms down and set my elbows on her table leaning into her soft smile. I looked at my watch, it was nearly 3:15, I needed to go home and shower by 5:00, 5:30 at most. “I guess, I just want to know what it is like...”. Then I got to the point, the real point. “Katelyn, I don’t want to be a priest. I want to enjoy college. I mean I’ve never, actually I haven’t done a lot. It isn’t just when I looked up your dress...” I smile and my eyes scan down, wondering if you are still wearing that thong. My eyes go back up, “We’re you experienced when you started college, I mean...” She waved her finger, she knew what I meant.

“I don’t know...I just feel confused. Did you feel this way when you were graduating...do you have any advice for me?”

 

[wickedpen]

I laughed nervously as Billy poured out everything he was thinking and fantasizing without a filter.

"Well, you have asked a lot of questions Billy." I said with another laugh.

She studied his innocent face as he seemed to expect answers to all of life's secrets.

"A priest? Well I did not know that." I start as that seems like the biggest issue in my twisted perverted fantasy. "That is something to consider." I said as he seemed to be showing off his body as though I were a buyer.

".. I looked up your dress..." he admits which send a wave of warmth through me and and dampening my panties. "Good thing I wasn't still int hat thong" I smile to myself before looking at him.

"You should have fun at college Billy," I tell him as I lean forward and want to reach out and take his big hands. "That doesn't mean you can't still be a priest though," I say as instinctively I lick my lips knowing man a seminary student has received blow jobs and given as well.

"Well when you ask if I was experienced, so you mean sexually?" I asked as my head raced with images of him in a black robe and white collar. Oh God I would be in his flock.

"Yeah I guess" he says looking away embarrassed to hear me say it.

"I was a virgin but other than that I was pretty experienced." I admit nervously laughing. I study him for his reaction to this. Then, as my heart races I continue into dangerous territory I feel drawn to.

"You commitment to God does not prohibit you from some pleasures of the flesh." I tell him as my legs open and I want him so much. "I mean when you find the right girl and really, if you are meant to be a priest I think you will feel it." I tell him unsure how to council the object of my desire to resist his instinctive urges, which include me.

I can see that I am his current desire. It is my fault and I can only see Patty crying herself to sleep as her son, her pride and joy was corrupted by the frumpy old school mistress for a momentary thrill.

"I think you should go have a good time with Eva and see where things go." I say standing as if dismissing him. I know my nipples are standing out as the tee shirt drapes over me. I look at him and wait for his eyes to rise to mine.

 

[Homerun2611]

"You commitment to God does not prohibit you from some pleasures of the flesh." I don't really hear what she says after that....blah, blah, right girl...yeah, it is that pleasures of the flesh that has my mind whirring. I feel like my flesh is burning up right now...searing and aching to be pleasured. All I can responde meakly is, "Really, do you think so?"

I can't really focus, I am in my own mind, in my own body. She had experience, she said it, my mind goes to her in my car, on the sofa, sharing that experience, giving me desperately needed knowledge. But it isn't knowledge I seed, it is to be touched, to touch a woman like Ms. McKinney. She is so beautiful, the personification of everything want in life. Priesthood? Pleasures of the flesh? Is she saying one doesn't explicitly exclude the other? Of course I know about the bad priests? Does she think I am like that, I like girls! Well, I want to like girls.

She gets up, and I am slow on the uptake, but she is dismissing me, "I think you should go have a good time with Eva and see where things go." I have no right to be, it is idiotic that I feel this way, but I am hurt, I feel rejection of a pass I never made. Well, I did ask her to have dinner with me, and that was certainly slapped back in my face with zero inclination of interest.

I slowly raise my eyes. Inch by glorious inch they move up her body. My mind races back to that white dress, that thong. And as my eyes drift from her thighs t her hips to her shirt, I see her nipples hard and pushing out at me. It can't be coincidence, blood flows into my cock, hardening more and more with every beat of my heart. Does she want pleasure to? Could she possibly wonder what it might feel like to be back in those pre college days in the arms of someone not experienced like all the men she must have now, but one who is so willing and wanting to please?

My mind a whirl, I go to stand up, but my shoelace is trapped under the leg of the chair, just enough to throw me off balance. Lurching forward my hands grasp her waist. Her arms grab my biceps, not so much catching me, but steadying us both so I don't go tumbling down on top of her in a heap on the floor. I start to regain my balance and find my head moving up, but my cheek is brushing her cheek, the sids of our mouths, adjacent, lips barely brushing. A turn of either of our heads would bring lips to lips. We are nearly in the same position as the famous Natalie Wood, James Dean scene where he was laying down, and she nuzzled his face with hers, before engaging in a long, sweet kiss.

I should move away, back up, apologize for my clumsiness. However, I don't feel clumsy at the moment, I feel like God's hand pushed me into her. My heart is pounding, my hands feel her slight waist, it is so delicate yet so perfect. I feel the tone of her abs with my thumbs, her sides with my fingers. I don't squeeze or grab, but I also don't release. I feel her soft cheek against my slightly rough one, I need to shave before the dance. I really should pull back, this must feel awkward for her, what is she thinking...but somehow I can't, I just feel her, I linger, and I inhale the sweetness of this incredible woman....

 

[wickedpen]

It all happened so fast I hardly feel responsible. He was looking at me, his eyes roaming over me, almost as though he had ignored everything I had told him. All my sagely advice was meaningless to this man child of teenage lust. As we got up from the table Billy seemed to trip or did he grab me? His hands were big and strong on my hips as his face was next to mine. I felt so vulnerable and wanted to be taken, to be forced by his pent up desires and denied release. I wanted his to push his lips against mine and pull my tiny body against him and whisk me away like in the movies. I should have stepped back but his arms were so hard and powerful as my small fingers pressed against his bulbous biceps. His unshaven cheek next to mine. His lips so close I could turn slightly and feel them in mine. Oh I ached for the feeling of a man's desire against my lips and his hands on my body. Time seemed to stop and run a million miles and hour as we both froze so close to forbidden intimacy my eyelid could have initiated it against his cheek.
I moved my head back and looked at him "are you ok?" I felt like I was at school helping up a boy from the playground. But this was no boy. This was a man with desires, desires for me. And I shared equally in those desires. I could give him everything he had already admitted to and more by simply doing what I wanted. I could end the idea of priesthood with ten minutes of naked willingness. And oh would I enjoy that!
We were two inches apart. Our breath would have been warm on the other's lips had we been breathing. Our eyes locked on the other looking for any willingness, agreement or unbridled desire that was uncontrolled. But we were good Catholics and denied ourselves He stood and the moment was over as his hands sadly released my hips and my hands slid off his arms.
He was embarrassed again and I felt horrible. I could have made him so happy. I could have given him a taste of the flesh in this secret garden no one but us would know about. He could decide if a bite of the apple could be forgotten or at least denied while wearing the collar. It certainly would not be the worst secret a priest walked around with.
"I am sorry Billy" I say putting the entire unsaid moment into context for myself at least. Sadness washed over him and I felt like I had done the worst thing I possibly could have. I could have just given this beautiful boy a blow job and sent him to prom where he could be a upstanding seminary wanna be with Eva relieved of the teen age desire for a few hours at least.
I stepped back and clenched my hands together in front of me, like some symbolic chastity belt as I looked at him for any hint of forgiveness for what I had done. The guilt of wearing the thong and the dress and scampering up the attic ladder knowing full well he would see it. Like red meat in front of a hungry wolf, and then deny him in the hot attic as the heat moistening my white dress over my aroused nipples. Then inviting him back in and being millimeters from giving in and still a teasing old school mistress.
I looked up into his sad eyes and asked "Can you forgive me?"

 

[Homerun2611]

I wondered if she felt my heart pounding, pounding right down to my privates, filling my large member hard and aching. How did she possibly smell this good, like the sweetest candy, that I was forbidden to eat.

When Eva and I had fooled around, I had definitely been aroused, felt need, but never, NEVER EVER like this, every sense was so acute, my entire body tingled, and all I was doing was holding her, smelling her, and oh so tantalizingly brushing against that so soft cheek. My massive hands gripping her tiny, tiny waist, my skin barely brushing hers, our warm breath teasing each other's skin. Another warm breath, and I had goosebumps, despite the 90 something degree heat outside. I was moving glacially slow, but I was moving, just about to turn my head into hers....

"are you ok?" Her words broke my bliss like a slap to the face as she looked into my wide eyes. She wasn't turned on, she was worried. I had tripped and fallen on her, her little body had helped catch me, although I hadn't fallen hard, at least not physically. Mentally, and in terms of desire and want, I was all in, playing high stakes poker in a game a barely understood a good hand from fool's gold. However, in this instance there was little doubt, I was the clear fool and my embarrassment reflected that. She released her soft, delicate hands from my biceps.

And then she said the oddest thing, "I am sorry Billy" Sorry? For what? I had fallen on her, fallen for her, looked up her dress, and she was sorry. My head was spinning, what was she saying? It didn't matter...if she was talking I was listening...my head was still back there, when we were close, my head about to turn...I just stood there, a schoolboy at attention, with a massive hard on in his running shorts. She stepped back....NOOOO, I wanted to scream, but stayed silent, as she clasped her hands in front of herself.

I inched closer, the heat and magnetic intensity of the sun too much for this planet Billy to resist. "Can you forgive me?" Her words were so soft and sweet, her look so gentle and loving, I ..... did the most incredibly stupid and unforgiving thing possible. In a move completely lacking finesse or any real forethought whatsoever, but raging with desire and the most fundamental of need, I stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders and pressed my lips to hers and kissed her. I kissed her with more passion than I thought possible, until I realized what I'd done...my eyes flying wide open...but my lips staying where the were. Like Icarus, I had flown too close to the sun!

 

[wickedpen]

There are times in life when you are simply going along and even if events are unusual or unexpected you remain calm and know riding it out will work out just fine. This was one of those times, as I stood for the moment in between apologizing for tempting him like a brazen hussy and him taking me by the shoulders and pressing his lips to mine. I fully expected him to blush and walk out or run as he had before, when confronted with his desire and the inappropriateness of it. But he did not. He took me like a small girl and practically lifted me off the ground as he pressed his lips to mine.

The moment was so unexpected that my hands remained interlaced in front of me as my body froze. "Oh God he is kissing me" I thought as the warmth of him lips spread into mine, melting my cool demeanor. There was the moment when I should have or at least could have resisted but in my heart I did not want to and my head was not being consulted by the rest of my body. Like the ice holding my jaw tight was melted and I opened my small mouth to his. My tongue instinctively brushed his lips as it penetrated, seeking it's partner. My head turned as I forgot that I was the adult here and his mother was a friend and he was eighteen going to seminary. My mind was blank except for the wonderful feeling of his firm lips and mouth against mine.

My hands unwound and reached out for him and felt his hips and slid to his back as his hands released my arms and slid to mine back. I became aware I was on my tip toes and accepting his tongue into my upwardly stretched mouth. I suckled his tongue as he pushed it in and then pulled back moaning from the sensation.

My hand slid up his chest feeling his powerful muscles tense and hard until I had his neck and felt his pulse throbbing. I wanted him so much. I would give him anything. "Touch me, take me, I am yours for the having" I thought as my body ached for his hands. But he was a still a boy and we broke our kiss. We both looked away nervously ashamed of what we had done. Knowing it was wrong in the eyes of the world but so right for us.

I finally lowered myself to my heels and released him looking at the ground. That did not help since his bulging shorts were in that field of view. I looked to the side then bit my nail and looked up nervously.

"I am sorry Billy. I should not have done that" I apologized again, unsure what else to do.