The Boy Lover Laura awoke that Sunday morning feeling strange and highly excited. She was so nervous that she skipped the breakfast coffee that she dearly lovely.
Lance came up to her and licked her hand and arm. Laura petted him absent-mindedly. Her mind was on Bert. She didn't even have to close her eyes to see his handsome face. She saw a sexual leer instead of a smile. It stimulated and aroused her more.
The dog was begging for attention. Laura guiltily knelt down and kissed him. "Oh, how fickle I am, darling. Here you gave me such a wonderful night and I've already forgotten you!"
She went for a drink and mixed the Manhattan, feeling very ashamed of herself to be drinking alone so early in the morning.
But I need it! I'm so nervous. I'll never make it till noon without a drink.
She sipped the cocktail and petted Lance, mentally re-creating the unbelievable evening before.
Could this really have happened to me?
Laura quivered with desire, and her cunt ached as she remembered every word and glance and touch that Bert had given her.
Laura had been so satisfied the night before that she was amazed to find herself lustful and horny again, craving a young boy!
I'm so glad that Bet doesn't know about me. She'd be sick! I'm so ashamed. I don't know what's happening to me – and I don't care!
She moved to her liquor cabinet again and mixed another Manhattan. Laura made a mental note to buy some more vermouth later.
I must be drinking a lot, she thought guiltily. That thought made her need the drink even more.
Laura waited for the phone to ring and she feared it.
Does he remember the number? Will he look it up if he doesn't? Was he just kidding around with me? Maybe he didn't mean a thing he said.
She was about to mix another drink when the telephone rang. Laura jumped at its ring, even though she had been eagerly waiting for it. Her stomach felt very funny when she picked up the receiver.
"Yes? Laura Bellini speaking."
"Is this Julie?" It was a child's voice.
"No. You have the wrong number."
Laura hung up in disgust, shaking with nervousness. Her stomach felt very uneasy.
Then Laura indulged in the dream that he might call.
What would I say to him? He's just a child compared to me. I couldn't chat with him about his mother, who's near my age. What would we talk about?
A cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and she felt a real sense of panic about the boy. How could she hold the interest of a sophisticated young man with a mistress? That girl probably knew every sex trick there was to hold a man.
The telephone rang again. Laura was irritated. She knew that it was the child again. They always seemed to repeat their wrong numbers and interrupt you a second time.
"Yes?"
"Hi. It's Bert."
Something fell in her stomach. Something cold ran down her forehead. With all her dreaming, Laura hadn't really expected the boy to call her.
"Hi. I'm glad you called."
That was a good start. Or was I too eager?
"I've been thinking about you all night, Laura. You really are some chick."
"Thank you." She couldn't think of a thing to say.
What a clod I am.
Lance came up to her while she was talking. He licked her arm, and as she petted him she yearned for the comfortable safety of being alone with the dog. She didn't have to interest or excite Lance. Laura had had too many failures with men in the past to have any confidence in herself. One night of attention couldn't undo thirty-six years of neglected spinster-hood.
The boy was talking again.
He sounds confident. He probably thinks I'm a pushover. Well, I am.
"What time are we going for lunch?"
The positive approach. He's a smoothie.
"Whenever you say."
Oh, what a great conversationalist I am.
"How about twelve-fifteen?"
"Fine. Yes. That's fine." The cold sweat was beading and running down her forehead and neck. She had a distinct stomachache. Cramps.
"What's your address? I'll pick you up, hon."
Why can't I be casual and confident like that?
"It's 3271 Queens Drive. That's near Randolph Road. Apartment 5C."
"Got it."
"I'll be ready."
Should I ask him what to wear? No. He'll think I'm stupid and don't know how to act. But is it dressy or casual? What should I do?
"Uh… Bert. Should I dress up a lot or be casual?"
"Dress to the hilt, doll. I'm taking you to the Regency Crown House. Nothing but the best for my beauty." He was practically drooling over her on the phone.
Laura was getting excited. She tried to sound sexy. "I'll be looking forward to it, Bert." I didn't sound sexy – just over-anxious.
"See ya. Keep it warm for me." He hung up.
What did he mean by that?
Innocent Laura had no idea.
Did he want a warm drink when he came? No. He probably won't even park. But I'll have some Scotch and bourbon ready anyhow. I can't imagine what he meant.
As Laura shaved her legs, manicured her toenails and bathed, she knew in her heat that she was going for more than just a lunch. This boy wasn't interested in feeding her. He wanted sex.
And as soon as he's done with me, he'll drop me. I know.
Her experience in that came from the many novels and soap operas she'd enjoyed in the past.
To settle down her fluttering stomach and nerves, Laura had a quick Manhattan. She still had an hour to finish dressing, but she wanted to look her best, so she had started early.
She examined her face in the mirror as she applied her make-up.
It still has last night's glow. I guess my honeymoon has transformed me. I don't look like schoolteacher Laura any more. I have a wild look. I guess that's what attracted him. I must be advertising with every gesture and every expression on my face that I love sex!
She applied perfume carefully. She put it on the curly hair near her pussy.
That's a first. I never put it there before. The dog didn't care.
She'd read somewhere that it was very sexy to put perfume behind her knees.
I'll try anything. I'll do my best to get him, and that's all I can do, I guess.
She got nervous about being seen in public with him, and she debated having another drink before he came, to settle her nerves.
No. I'd better not. What if he thought I had to be drunk to see him?
It was finally twelve-fifteen, and she had been dressed and ready for twenty minutes. Laura kept looking in the mirror anxiously.
I do look nice.
She was tired from dressing.
Then she spotted a tiny freckle near her nose that she must have had for years and never noticed. It really bothered her, and her confidence disappeared as she worried about it. She ran for a make-up stick to try to cover it, but she could still see it.
Just then the doorbell rang and electric shocks of nerves ran through her. Her stomach felt very bad again.
Oh Jesus! He's here!
Laura opened her door and was about to call down to ask him whether he wanted to come up for a drink, when he was there!
Youth. It takes me five minutes to climb those stairs.
Bert didn't waste any time. He grabbed Laura and hugged her passionately, right out in the hallway. She didn't care where they were. The it moment she saw him she melted inside, just like I last night. The magic was still there. She could have taken off her clothes right then.
Laura watched him closely for a cue when he released her. Did he want to go to bed now? Did he want to eat first? You didn't have to be worldly to know what this boy wanted.
I want to fuck him! she lusted.
"Oh, what a body! I can hardly wait to see every inch of it." He smacked his lips over her as his fingers caressed her waist and patted her on the butt.
Well, he's said it.
But she wasn't surprised.
Kids like everything out in the open. I guess he doesn't want to invest in the lunch for nothing. I'd gladly pay for it, but I can't embarrass him.
Laura smiled sexily at him, glowing from the attention. All of a sudden she didn't care whether she was a good conversationalist or not.
He likes my body. He wants me!
She was in a state of bliss as he led her to the car.
She had lunch in dreamy intoxication, helped by the two Manhattans and the wine that he ordered. Laura enjoyed the drinks, but she barely ate, as her stomach had begun to tighten up in anticipation of what was going to happen to her.
Conversation wasn't a problem. The boy kept up a running chatter as he touched and handled her wherever he could reach her body.
After he had put his hand near her pussy, Laura got so excited that she lost all of her fears, and she put her hand down under the table near his prick. Bert guided her hand to its proper destination, and Laura petted the rising lump as her head spinned and her pussy dripped on his petting hand.
Laura was floating in passion and need. She couldn't remember a word she'd said when they finally left the elegant restaurant.
I guess I didn't bore him too much. He looks as excited as I am. I suppose that when a man has his hand on your pussy, he doesn't care what you talk about.
Bert drove quickly to Laura's apartment. He drove much too fast, considering the fact that he had one hand between Laura's legs. In her haze she recalled hearing something bad about his driving record. She shuddered with fear. They got to her place without an accident, and Laura floated upstairs.
"Oh, God! I wish we were there!" he moaned in the downstairs vestibule. Laura decided not to stop and check for mail. She assumed that his hurry had something to do with fucking her.
She invited Bert in, but of course, that was superfluous. He was undressing her on the way upstairs. The boy was really excited! She was, too.
Her coat and blouse had been pulled off before they even got into the apartment. "Jesus! I want you!" he breathed in her ear, holding her so closely that his prick poked into her. It was very big and hard as it pushed against her, even with his clothes on.
"I want you, too, Bert." Laura reached up and kissed him. He was ready for more undressing by then; he was trying to unhook her brassiere. Laura realized it would be silly to offer him a drink then. She just let him throw her clothes around as he undressed her.
She felt very shy and ashamed as he stared at her half-nude body. No man had ever done this to her before.
"Oh, how beautiful! What lovely tits you have!" There was no time to thank him for the compliment, as he had thrown her down on the couch and was passionately kissing her boobs.
Laura's juices were flowing. Her cunt was wet and ready, and she ached for the boy. Just feeling his cock through his pants had awakened her lust.
She wanted to unzip his trousers and get at his prick. She wanted to see it and feel it and kiss it! Bert was chewing on her jug, and the familiar feeling of desire surged through her.
Oh, God! I need him!
Just then she noticed that Lance was growling and watching Bert carefully, his teeth bared. He was just a puppy and hadn't been trained to respect guests and bark at intruders, so Laura had no idea what the dog would do. She suddenly came to earth and realized that she'd better put Lance in another room. By the look of the dog, he could tear Bert apart if he saw the boy fucking her.
Regretfully, Laura pushed Bert away for a moment. She saw a big, hard protrusion through his pants. This was the first man's hard-on she'd ever seen, and it excited her. It was very difficult for her to interrupt the boy, but she didn't want him to be bitten.
"I'd better put my dog in another room and lock him in. He's afraid that you're hurting me, and he's liable to bite you."
Bert had been too full of lust to notice the dog, but when he saw the bared teeth, he was grateful to see Laura take Lance away and lock him up in the kitchen.
When Laura returned, naked from the waist up, her skirt partially open, she noticed that Bert had removed his pants. He stood waiting for her, his huge hard-on waving through his Jockey shorts. She felt weak just from the sight of it.
Bert led her to the bedroom, and she almost collapsed from excitement and passion and weakness in the legs. He was undoing her skirt on the way. The boy pulled off her skirt and slip quickly. He obviously couldn't wait too long; his prick seemed even bigger and more swollen now. It was still hidden by his shorts.
Laura helped him by quickly removing her shoes and pantyhose. He was obviously too hot for a gradual strip. By then, the boy was completely nude, his mountainous cock rising in grandeur in front of him.
She gazed at the swollen prick in awe.
It's bigger than the dog's.
It was red and thinks and it rose from a bush of black hair. The two brown balls were big, too.
Laura craved to touch him. She lay on the bed and he ran to her, breathing hard and murmuring endearments.
"Oh, I love you, Laura. I love you! I've never wanted anyone so badly."
Even in her passion Laura suspended her belief in that. She knew from her novels that men say anything at all when they want to fuck. But it was so beautiful to hear!
If it were only true, she sighed.
Bert kissed each of her tits quickly, and he moved his head down to her cunt. He pushed Laura's legs apart and began to lick her clitoris, making funny lapping noises.
His tongue's smaller.
She giggled to herself about comparing him with Lance, even in her stupor of ecstasy. Bert licked and licked, concentrating on her clit as her passion rose to madness.
"Oh, God! Oh! No! No more!" Laura pushed his tongue away from her clitoris, as the unbearable tension and ecstasy overcame her. He moved his tongue back to it and licked her box some more.
Laura's whole body erupted. It could stand no more! She came violently, right in Bert's mouth! Laura rocked him with her waves of come, clutching and scratching at his back.
"Um! Um! UH! Ah! Ahhh! Mmmm!"
"Wow! You're a hot one!" he praised, after he had sucked out every drop of cum. "You are something!"
He moved her head down to his cock and she began to lick it.
Thanks to Lance, I know what to do.
Laura licked and sucked, until the swollen prick began to ooze white juice at its tip.
I'd better stop. I want him to fuck me first.
Bert moved her on her back and mounted her quickly. His face was flushed and his eyes were glazed. He, too, was in another world of bliss.
As his huge prick moved slowly into Laura's cunt, she gasped from the delight of it. It felt so good! Every inch that it moved in satisfied a need in her. Yet, it created a new need – a tension, a stiffening of her body, and a craving for release. She could barely breathe from the tense waiting as he pushed his prick into her cunt deeper and faster.
"I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!" he shouted.
Laura never heard him. She was gasping and moaning as her cunt flooded his dick and grasped it in ecstasy. She floated in blissful waves of released tension.
The boy's prick was erupting as he thrust into her snatch deeper. He clutched her hard as he moaned and filled her hole with hot jizz. When he finished, he lay there, his prick inside her cunt, kissing her cheek and moaning.
"Oh, that was so good! Oh, can you fuck! You're great, baby." Then he fell asleep, heavy on top of her.
Laura wept with relief that he had liked fucking her. She also wept from the happiness of her orgasm. It had been truly wondrous!
I'm so happy! This is the best orgasm I ever had! I'm in love!
She kissed the boy on top of her.
He jumped in his sleep, moved his limp cock out of her gooey hole, and rolled over on his side. He was soon asleep, snoring quite loudly.
She lay there making plans, too excited to sleep, and fulfilled enough to need a nap. Fighting off the weariness, Laura planned what she would do next.
I can't ruin things by acting too anxious to see him again. I'll try to be cool and let him mention it first.
She stared at the boy as he slept.
A child. What am I doing fucking with a child?
Laura suddenly craved a drink.
She crept from the bed, washed up, and made herself a Manhattan. Then she went back to the bedroom and watched his handsome face as she drank it.
He twitched and woke up. "Where are you, baby?" he groaned, sounding very satisfied.
"I'm here, having a drink. Would you like one?" she offered.
"No. I don't really dig them. I just had drinks at lunch to be sociable. I really use grass. That's the real turn-on."
"Grass?" Laura knew what it was, of course. She tried hard not to sound shocked, but she was.
"Sure. Alcohol's bad for you. We'll try grass next time, the two of us."
Laura wanted to see him again so badly that she wouldn't have argued if he'd suggested trying suicide.
Anything! Anything to have him again!
"When will that be?" She had broken all her resolutions.
Damn. Why did I have to sound so anxious?
"Soon, baby. Real soon. Come on back to bed. I've had enough talking."
Laura cuddled up next to him, waiting for him to make love to her. He moved her head down to his prick, which was very big again.
"Come on, baby. You know what I want. Give me a blow job."
Laura had never heard of a blow job, but she knew what Bert wanted. She couldn't help but know with his hand pushing her head down on his cock.
She put his prick in her mouth and began to suck. It was salty and sticky and delicious. As Laura sucked, the dick swelled more in her mouth, rising to become a mountain again. Her flesh had goose bumps, and every inch of her thrilled as she pumped away at the rising dong.
"Uh! Oh! Faster! Faster!" he groaned.
Laura sucked his tool harder and faster. She was getting a bit tired, but her whole body was stiff and tense with passion.
I'm going to come! I'm going to come! she exulted.
Laura's cunt wrenched and cramped with lust as it flooded her and released her. She broke her sucking rhythm for one moment, as the orgasm overcame and engulfed her. Then she continued sucking his rod, faster and harder, as he coached her.
"Now bite it a little. Give it a little bite," he panted.
She obliged enthusiastically. Her cunt ached with wild desire again.
Oh God! I love him! I need him!
"Near the tip! Lick it near the tip. I'm ready!"
She licked and sucked and pumped. Her neck and back ached, but she didn't really feel it.
"I'm going to come! I'm coming! I'M COMING!" he shouted the obvious, as his cock filled her mouth with white salty goo.
Laura gulped it down, licking to get every drop of jizz as her wild insides cramped and let go again! She bit his tool as she came, and then she let the prick go, sighing in ecstasy.
"Um! Uh! Oh, my God! You're wonderful! So wonderful!" she groaned.
Laura kissed the marvelous cock that had given her so much pleasure. She kissed it again, licking it.
"That's the best blow job I ever had," he praised.
Laura winced at the compliment. It reminded her of his many other women. She caressed his sticky prick, hating to see it losing its magnificence.
As they took a shower together later, Bert kept bumping her bare ass with his dick, arousing her again.
Oh, will I ever get enough?
He played with her soapy jugs, rubbing the erect, pointy nipples.
"Oh! Mmm. I want you again," she moaned to him, reaching out for his prick.
His cock was erect – -a small hill, not a mountain. "You know what I like, baby."
Laura looked at him in surprise.
Is that all he's going to want to do?
They dried each other, and Laura sucked and licked his cock again. As she sucked and licked and bit it, her body throbbed and ached and cramped.
Odd. But this is what I want, too! It's better than being fucked!
Laura came twice, once when Bert came in her mouth, and again while she was kissing his limp cock. She was licking all the salty cum off of it, and lapping it up, smacking her lips, as she came the second time, screaming with passion.
"What a wild bitch you are!" he marveled. "Oh, Laura, I need you. You're the best woman I've ever had!" He kissed her tenderly, and she lay there, glowing with satisfaction.
As weary Bert dressed to leave, she petted him and kissed him, interrupting his dressing. "You can sure wear a guy out," he teased.
Laura smiled happily, putting on a robe.
I'll have to get a sexy negligee now. Will I really see him again?
Bert kissed her quickly and said, "See ya. I'll call you tomorrow." Then he was gone.
After he left, Laura could have kicked herself for not telling him when she'd be home from work. She had to go to work. She didn't want to be fired!
What if he calls while I'm gone? Will he call again?
She worried for a while, and then had a double Manhattan to calm her nerves.
Laura had a briefcase full of papers to mark and lessons to plan, but she just couldn't do them now. Her head was spinning with daydreams about her new lover.
She heard a loud barking that must have been going on for a while. It seemed as though she might have heard Lance before in her stupor of passion and drink.
Laura ran to her pet and let him out of the kitchen. He was very upset, and it took her a long time to calm him down.
Kissing his smooth fur, Laura wept with guilt. She'd betrayed her first love already. Did he know? Would she ever want Lance again? At the moment, Laura was too satisfied to do anything but sleep. She ran to the bedroom, locked Lance out, and slept for hours.
The next day, Laura rushed home from school to wait for the phone call. She didn't wash the boards in her classroom or put new work up, or even stop at her mailbox in the school office. She flew homey fearing she'd miss Bert's call.
Relieved to be within hearing distance of the phone, Laura tried to mark some papers while she waited. It was impossible. She couldn't keep her mind on the simplest thing. The whole world was that deadly quiet telephone. She watched it and willed it to ring. It didn't.
Laura mixed herself a drink and gulped it down. She was tired and nervous. It had been a hard day with the children. They had been achievement testing all day, and Laura had been forced to follow exact directions and maintain stern discipline from nine o'clock to three, with only a few short breaks. She was drained from it.
She watched the clock and the disappointing phone. It was five-thirty already, and no call.
Suddenly, it rang! She let it ring twice and grabbed it. It was Betty.
"Hi. This is Bet."
"Hi. How are you?"
"Great. How's the belle of the ball?"
"Oh – you mean the wedding? I did have fun there." Laura nervously watched the clock. It was twenty-five to six. She had to get off the phone or the line would be busy when Bert called her.
She didn't want to hurt Bet's feelings, and from past experience, she knew it was sometimes very difficult to hang up on Bet if she was offended or thought that Laura was trying to get rid of her.
Desperately Laura tried a lie. "Listen, sis. Can I call you back later tonight? I'm expecting an important call. From my principal."
"I'm not important?" teased Bet."
"Of course you are," laughed Laura. "I'll talk to you later."
Without even waiting for an answer, Laura hung up. The line was clear now, and she waited for her lover.
He didn't call. By six o'clock, Laura was weeping and on her fourth drink. She sat and cried, petting Lance's head. The dog looked worried about her, but she barely noticed him.
Finally, Laura couldn't stand it any longer. She had to call him! She didn't know whether he worked or went to school, whether he lived at home or with that blonde. She didn't know anything about him! In her drunken stupor she had to laugh at herself. She had been so nervous and self-conscious about what to talk about during the lunch, and she'd been too cloddish to even ask him about himself. Laura sighed at her inadequacies.
No wonder he didn't call. I probably bored him to death.
She wept some more, trying to get up her courage to call Bert.
It was rather tricky calling Bert at his parents' home, since his mother, Elaine, knew Laura's voice very well.
If she recognizes my voice as I ask for him, I'll never live it down!
She was still sober enough to be afraid.
Laura dialed his number as she shook with nerves. Her own sister might answer the phone there, as Bet was Elaine's best friend, and lived near her. A man answered.
That's right. It's dinnertime.
Laura felt nauseous. In a low, disguised voice, Laura asked for Bert. She knew she was talking to his father.
"May I speak to Bert, please?"
"Who's calling?"
Laura wasn't prepared for that. "Uh… uh… Mary." She clenched her teeth in nervousness.
Will he come to the phone? Why didn't he call me? What should I say to him?
An eternity elapsed.
They must have been eating dinner.
Bert was on the phone. He was talking with his mouth full, but she knew his voice immediately.
"Yeah?"
"It's me. Laura."
"Oh. Hi. I was going to call you."
"Well, I wasn't home a good part of the day, and I thought I missed your call," she explained nervously.
"I was going to call you tonight, honest," the boyish voice said, his mouth empty now.
"It doesn't matter. How are you?" Laura was stalling. She was trying desperately to keep from asking him when she was going to see him.
"How about tomorrow night?" he asked.
Laura heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't have to ask him. A tear crept down her cheek. She was worn out from the long vigil at the telephone.
"Fine. What time?"
"I'll come at eight o'clock, after supper. We'll stay at your place."
"Okay." It was obvious that he wasn't going to take her out any more for a while. He couldn't afford it, anyhow.
I'll provide the entertainment, she planned, dreaming of sucking on his cock. She wanted to say, "I love you. I've been thinking about you all day," but she held on to herself, and she didn't. She felt almost sober now from the strain – just a little bit dizzy.
"See ya, Mary," he laughed.
"Good-bye."
Laura hung up, worrying that he might not have known who he was talking to.
Could he be dating a Mary, too? He doesn't know me long enough to know my voice.
She worried about that half of the night, and finally dropped off, exhausted, after she wearily remembered that she had mentioned her own name.
Bert finally arrived the next night, forty minutes late. By then, Laura was in a state of alcoholic stupor from four Manhattans. They seemed to help the waiting.
She saw Bert every other day for weeks, mostly sucking his cock. He fucked her less and less, but she didn't care. She had wild orgasms as she sucked him off, and they were both deeply satisfied from the oral sex.
Laura found it impossible to go to work on many of the school days that followed her dates with Bert. He often stayed till three or four o'clock in the morning, expecting her to give head repeatedly during the night.
Weary Laura was finally called in by Mr. Anderson for a confidential talk. He looked very grim.
"What seems to be the matter, Miss Bellini?"
That's a bad sign. He used to called me Laura.
"I haven't been feeling very well lately, Mr. Anderson," she lied.
"What's wrong?"
"My stomach again." 'Have you seen a doctor?"
"Yes. Twice. He's been giving me medicine, but I'm up at night a lot – with the pain." He didn't look impressed.
Very coldly, he informed her, "I'm sorry that you're ill, Miss Bellini, but this is a school, you known and your class expects a teacher there every day. We both realize that having a substitute there twice a week is not good."
"Yes. Yes. I understand," Laura whispered fearfully.
"And I suppose you know that you've used up all of your sick leave, and have now gone over it by six days."
"No. I didn't realize."
Six days' pay gone. Oh, no. I'm going to get fired, too.
"We try to be understanding in cases of illness, but this has been going on for some time. It's very unpleasant to have to say this, Miss Bellini, but it's for the children's sake. I must warn you that if you're not able to be here regularly, we'll have to get a full-time substitute to fill in for you for the rest of the term. In that way, there will be the security and continuity of the same teacher here all the time."
"You mean, you'll fire me?" she whispered.
"Well, it's too soon to decide on that," he hedged. "We'll consider it a long leave of absence at this point. I'd certainly like to give you a chance to recover."
What's happening to me? Now I'm blowing my job!
Laura had been teaching for many years, but she was fairly new in this district and she had no tenure. She wept from anxiety and shame. Laura had always been so conscientious and regular in attendance before.
"I'm going to talk to my doctor right away, sir. I'll do my best to get better soon. I'll be here whenever it's humanly possible," she sobbed.
Mr. Anderson was embarrassed and eager to end the interview. He stood up and said, "I hope so. We'd hate to lose you."
Laura left his office quickly. Avoiding Mr. Lawson in the hall, Laura ran to the parking lot and drove home in a hurry for a drink.