Story 14
Summary:
John, nineteen years old. He's having a boring summer back home from college, dreaming of the good times. However, when he bumps into a friend of his mother's, it seems as though the good times might have found him again.
Tara, early forties, and Sophie, late thirties. Tara sees her friend's son and asks him to come and give her a hand. But when she introduces him to her special friend Sophie, it's not long before John understands just what she means.
Threesome, age gap, lesbian, oral, blow jobs, pussy licking, titty sucking, fingering, jerk off.
It felt strange for John to be back home again.
When he had gone away to college, it had felt as though he was leaving for something completely new. It had felt as though it was the end of one chapter in his life and the start of a whole new one.
His initial plan had been to stay in the college town for summer, finding himself a job and a place to stay. He had big plans for how things would go, thinking that plenty of other people would be sticking around and they’d be able to party and carry on the good times over summer. However, things didn’t seem to have worked out that way.
First of all, he had been surprised by just how many people said that they were, in fact, going home for the summer.
“Why would you want to stay here?” one of them had asked him, “It’s a bit of a ghost town in summer, you know.”
John had always had a bit of a stubborn streak, and he still carried on with this idea at first, determined that he could make it work. However, as he started looking for work, he found that there really wasn't a whole lot of work to be found. In the end, he had been forced to admit defeat. There were jobs to be had back home, and he would be able to stay at his parents' house for free.
All the same, it felt like something of a defeat for him when he eventually returned home. He looked at the life that he had there, and then he looked back at the life that he'd had at college, so full of fun and good times. He felt as though he had lost something here. Some of his independence, his freedom. He told himself that it would only be for summer, and soon he would be going away again. He kept reminding himself that the good times would, in fact, come again.
Sometimes, he would finish his day at work and come home, lying back on his childhood bed once more, and he would think about all of the good times that he’d had over the previous year at college.
He was nineteen years old, and a change had come over him shortly before he had gone to college. He had suddenly shot up several inches while also losing some weight. He had always been quite good-looking, but the changes that happened to him elevated him even further, and there were plenty of girls who had noticed the change in him as well.
As well as his impressive physique - tall, broad-shouldered and well-built - he had a handsome face. He had a strong jawline, piercing green eyes, and a warm, friendly smile. He had great facial symmetry and short, light brown hair.
As soon as he'd arrived at college, he'd started to notice the attention that he was getting. A lot of the girls around campus would look at him with smiles on their faces as they passed, and he would smile back at them, feeling as though life was good, as though life was full of possibilities. He would think that it was all there for the taking. And yet, at first, he didn't manage to take advantage of it. He felt as though he was still settling in and getting used to things, just finding his way in college life.
However, there had been one girl who kept catching his eye. She always smiled at him when he passed, and she was one of the most beautiful young women that he had ever seen in his entire life.
She was small, petite, with a slim body and a beautiful face. She had toned legs, a flat stomach, tight little ass, and small but perky breasts. She had a beautiful face with delicate features, making her look almost ethereal. Her hair was dark brown and cut in a bob. Her eyes were large and hazel colored with a strange intensity and warmth to them. Her nose and her mouth were both small.
She always smiled at him when they passed by one another, and afterwards he would always think to himself that he really should have spoken to her, done something, made some kind of move other than nodding and smiling back at her.
At last, however, she was the one who had made a move on him. He had been sitting in the cafeteria. Suddenly, he had realized that someone was standing over him. He looked up and was shocked to see that it was the girl. She smiled at him, turning those intense eyes of hers onto him.
“Hi,” she said in a soft voice, “I’m Louise. I’ve seen you around and, well, I just wanted to come over and say hi.”
"Hi," he said, his heart racing, trying desperately to play it cool. "I'm John. Would you like to take a seat?"
She sat down across from him, and they started getting to know one another.
Every time that she looked into his eyes, he felt lost in them. He could feel his desire for her growing. And he was sure that he could see the same thing in her.
At last, they both finished their drinks. There was an awkward, expectant pause, as though Louise was waiting for something from him, waiting for him to make a move, perhaps.
He knew that he should say something, make that move, but, at the same time, he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. He knew that this was the time for it, but there was something about this girl - she seemed almost innocent, and it left him feeling as though he might ruin this moment if he did make a move.
In the end, however, it was she who made the move, and he started to question this idea of his that she was somehow innocent.
She reached across the table and placed her hand on his.
“So, anyway,” she said, “why don’t we get out of here?”
He looked at her, feeling his pulse quickening, wondering if she could see the excitement on his face. The way that she said it, the way that her hand rested on his, left him sure that he knew just what she was implying.
“Sure,” he said, “what do you have in mind?”
“I was thinking that we could go back to my place and really get to know one another better. What do you say?”
“I say that sounds like a great idea,” he said.
He got to his feet, no longer caring if she saw how excited he was. He took hold of her hand and pulled her to her feet. She came to him then, pushing her tight little body against his. She went up on her tip toes and kissed him, lightly, on the lips.
“There’s plenty more where that came from,” she said, and then she was leading him out of the cafeteria. He was sure now that she wasn’t the shy, innocent girl that he had initially thought she was. No, she was something, someone, very different, and now he was excited to see just where this was going to lead him.
She hurried across the campus, still holding his hand, urging him onward in their quest to get where they were going.
Soon, they got back to her room. She dragged him inside, and then she slammed the door shut behind them. Straight away, she pushed him up against the closed door, pushing herself up against him, kissing him. Her hands went to his body, moving up beneath his T-shirt, her slender fingers running over his muscles.
He grabbed hold of her face between his hands as he kissed her. His hands moved down to her throat, then down over her arms, and then he moved them to her waist.
He could feel his cock getting hard already, hungry for her.
Then, he turned her around, and it was him pushing her up against the closed door. His hands went to her ass, and she wrapped her arms around him as he lifted her up. Then, she wrapped her legs around him, and one of his hands slid down over her tight jeans, feeling her toned thigh.
He turned and carried her over to the bed. He threw her down on it and stood over her, looking down at her. She pulled her knees up and looked at him coyly. He just looked down at her, enjoying the moment, the anticipation of what he knew was coming next.
Then, he took his T-shirt off. He climbed onto the bed and leaned over her. He reached down and stroked her face. Then, he bent down to kiss her.
She kissed him back, her hands on his body.
He moved one of his hands down over her thigh, then up her body, pushing her top up slightly and feeling just a hint of her stomach, the softness of her body.
Then, she grabbed hold of his shoulders and rolled him over onto his back.
She straddled him and looked down at him, pushing her hair back slightly. His hands went to her waist, and then she pulled her top off, tossing it aside.
He looked at her tight little body, at the bra that was keeping her breasts encased in that moment.
Then, she reached behind and unhooked her bra. She pulled it off and casually tossed it aside.
He looked up at her perky breasts, at the small, light nipples. She pushed them together with her upper arms, making them look bigger. His hands went to her waist and slid up to take hold of them.
She bent down to him then, kissing him again, as he started to massage her breasts. He felt her pushing against the hardness of his cock in his pants, and then she bent down to lick, to kiss, his chest.
He grabbed hold of her tight ass, and then she moved her body up, pushing her breasts toward his face, toward his mouth.
He sucked on her nipples. Her moans of pleasure were high, brittle sounds in the silence of the room. He felt her grinding herself against his cock even more, and he wanted her, needed her.
He rolled her over onto her back again and looked down at her. She smiled up at him and reached out to stroke her face.
Then, her hand went down to his pants. She undid them and pushed them slightly down. She reached into them and grabbed hold of his cock, pulling it out. She looked down at it as she jerked him off slightly.
He bent over her then, sucking on her breasts and then kissing her body, moving down past her stomach.