For two days, Jane walked around in a daze. She was totally unable to understand what had come over her the night with Rick. It had been as if she'd gone completely berserk. Her body's need had run roughshod over her conscience.
Sure, she still felt sorry for the boy. She still felt admiration for his dogged dedication to school-work in the face of family adversity.
But to make love to him – even if it was to bolster his self-confidence, to reward him for his goodness – was so wrong! It had been so wrong of her to let her own agonizing need use the boy as an excuse to lighten its burden of frustration.
Every time she thought about the shameless way she had indulged herself, a shudder ran through her body. She couldn't help it. Rick's lovemaking had been the most incredible experience of her life. Though she knew she must never let it happen again, still she treasured her new awareness that it was possible to find someone who would make her feel good both during and after lovemaking. Not for a moment had she felt that Rick was using her or despising her for her wantonness. He was a pure, lusty animal. If she had been three or four years younger she would have had a huge crush on Rick Morris.
But, at her age, that was impossible. After all, she was twenty years old. He was still a schoolboy of seventeen.
The next day, when Rick came into the library, Jane was on pins and needles to see if he would somehow give them away. By a look, a gesture. But he was the same as always, friendly, cheerful, but betraying not the slightest intimacy. Jane knew it was perverse of her to feel disappointed he had done nothing to show he remembered.
When she was checking a source for him in the index files, he touched her hand for just a moment. A shiver of happiness charged through her. He did remember!
Almost as soon as it had come, she buried the ecstasy deep inside. That chapter of their relationship was over. But she thought it would be all right to at least remain friends. To give him someone to talk to when life got too much for him.
Almost a week after their encounter, Rick waited for Jane at closing time and told her he had to talk to her. Unwilling to stay in the library, that was ripe with memories, she offered to drive the boy home. On the way, she suggested they stop at her place for coffee. It was time she set Rick straight on what had happened between them. Now was the time to establish their relationship on a solid basis of friendship.
She offered him coffee, but he asked for a beer instead. She hesitated, then she decided he was quite old enough for a beer. He was almost a man. She poured herself her usual gin and tonic.
Rick told her about the latest dilemma in his home life. She listened sympathetically. As she was fixing their second drink, he followed her into the kitchen and tried to kiss her.
"Oh, no, Rick! What I wanted to tell you… we mustn't do that any more… Mmmm… it's not right!"
Heedless of her protests, he planted kisses all over her neck, her chin, her earlobes. This last tactic seemed to destroy the last bastions of her resistance. She threw back her head and began to moan wantonly.
"Oh, Miss Friesen," he murmured. "You mustn't tell me 'no'. I've been living for this chance to be alone with you again. You're so wonderful. You make life seem so good." The boy had learned by now the arguments that would most appeal to her missionary instincts.
His hands began to grope the out thrusting mounds of her tits. Roughly he pushed aside the barriers of her clothing. Her eyes were closed, as though she didn't dare look at the realities of what was happening. It was obvious she wanted him as much as he wanted her. But, unlike Miss Coke, it seemed Miss Friesen had a conscience to grapple with. He bent down and began to suck the rubbery, responding tips of her breasts. His hands kneaded their bases while his mouth worked greedily to bring her nipples to stiff erection.
It had all been so sudden that Jane scarcely knew what had happened. The truth was she didn't want to know. She just wanted to feel, to experience. She had been so full of good intentions when she had brought the boy home, or had she? Was this really what she had wanted after all? To be carried away by the brutal force of their mutual passion? To let him take over and make her do what she craved with every fiber of her being?
All these questions raced through her mind as she sank deeper and deeper under the spell of the boy's eager sexuality. Her body so surprised her, the way it succumbed in the face of her best resolve. She desperately needed some way to explain how she could feel so sure of herself one minute and so totally abandoned the next.
Yet, as Rick's mouth and hands worked more and more eagerly over her throbbing tits, the need to explain grew less and less important. Her whole being was tingling with the heat of the boy's passion. It was as if the trembling of his body had set up a sympathetic rhythm in her own. She was falling completely under his power. His wants were her wants. His excitement was her own.
"Ooooohhh, Rick… I know we shouldn't! It's wrong!" Even as she spoke them, they seemed only empty words. They meant nothing in the face of the joyous hunger that surged through her. "Oh, you're so good to meee! Soooo good!"
Driven by his mounting need, the boy turned her around and bent her over the counter. He raised her skirt up over her squirming ass-cheeks and let her panties fall to the floor around her ankles. Eagerly, she stepped out of them and kicked them aside. This was the greedy side of Miss Friesen he knew and hungered for!
He urged her to spread her thighs wide apart. He pulled his hard cock from his pants and guided it in along the wet slit of her pussy. His cock-tip found the yielding hole and rammed its way deep up inside. Amid her grunts and groans of ecstasy, he began to screw the pretty blonde librarian in long lunging strokes.
The sight of her firm shapely ass-cheeks writhing before him made Rick's balls hang heavy, his cock drive more impatiently up into her wet cunt. "Oooohh, Miss Friesen! It sure is good to feel my cock up in your cunt again! It's so tight and hot and sexy in there… Jee-zuz!" Giving voice to his arousal increased it ten times over. Gritting his teeth, he watched his long purple member disappear up into her clutching pink hole.
Jane stared unseeing at the neatly arrayed canisters of sugar and flour that sat a few inches from her head. Her entire awareness was centered on that firm filling hardness that was forcing her pussy-walls wide apart. That was massaging her sensitive cunt to pulsing peaks of abandoned pleasure. "Oooooohhh! Oooooohhh!" It surprised her each time his cock plumbed new depths. Each time, her pussy sent back fiery pangs that made her knees want to buckle. She clung fiercely to the edges of the counter and sink, determined to ride with him wherever he wanted to take her.
"Shit, I could screw you forever, Miss Friesen!" He watched her beautiful blonde hair fly around her head as she wriggled out her excitement. Though she still wore her blouse, unbuttoned, and her skirt up around her waist, she was more sexy to him this way than if she had been completely naked. Her garb indicated the fury of her lust, the urgency of her passion. She looked thoroughly wanton, and he loved it. Though she was almost as young as he was, she was so much hotter than Cindy or any of the other chicks at school. She really knew what her cunt was for, though she had to fight her morals to get through to her real self.
The best thing was how tight her pussy was – even tighter than Miss Coke's. She felt practically like a virgin. But Rick couldn't imagine any near-virgin turning on the way Miss Friesen was doing right now. She was twisting and moaning like a seasoned veteran of passion!
Right from the very first time she made love, Jane had been wild and hungry like this, once, that is, she decided to let herself go. Those times had been very few. And only with Rick had she felt completely at home with her abandon. Somehow, though it was wrong, there was something very right about their union. He made her feel that she deserved to enjoy. He made her feel that she was important to his joy. Though he was a hard-driving lover, there was something very touching and tender about Rick. Though he hurled dirty words down on her head as they screwed, from his mouth they sounded all right. He was asking her to be there with him in his ecstasy.
Like a cowgirl on a bucking saddle, she slammed her buttocks back against his loins again and again, until that same strange flood flowed over her again, the way it had last time with Rick. She realized now it was what they called an orgasm. Only when she was at home in bed, alone, did she experience this kind of soul-wrenching release. But Rick knew how to give it to her, too. It was wonderful. "Oh Rick! You're making me commmme!"
The surprise in her voice pleased him. It made him feel he was giving her something she hadn't expected to receive. He was carrying her beyond herself! He began to suspect that maybe she wasn't all that experienced at this sort of thing after all!
If that was the case, he had discovered a natural born woman, if there ever was one. Miss Friesen was made for loving! "Hell, I can feel your pussy sucking at my cock when you come like that! It sure feels nice!" He continued to saw his cock up into her cunt. He drew his prick out until only the very tip was still lodged inside her blonde-fringed hole. Then he shoved all the way up, till it looked like his crotch-hair was growing out of her ass. It felt good to be that deep in her, safe and warm, throbbing with earthy satisfaction.
Everything was feeling so damned good, he didn't want to stop for a good long while. By keeping a tight rein on himself, he fought down the urge to come. He was swelled with pride at the idea that he was screwing the librarian right in her own apartment. Miss Coke had never let him visit her at home. To celebrate the special occasion, he was going to make it last as long as his teeming balls would let him.
"Jeez, Miss Friesen… I just want to keep doing it to you and doing it. You make me feel like it's the very first time! You're something special, I tell you!"
His adoring words made Jane want to burst into tears of happiness. She wanted to do something for him, something to show him how special he was to her, too.
She looked back over her shoulder at the straining boy. "Rick, I want to suck your cock now! Please let me!" The lewd words made goosebumps stand out all over her flesh. She had never spoken of such a thing before, let alone done it. Her first boyfriend had tried to make her, but she had resisted fiercely. For this brave teen-ager, she was ready to make the ultimate sacrifice! Her desire to please the handsome youth overrode her own distrust of such an immoral act!
Stunned with his good fortune, Rick let the woman straighten up and then fall to her knees on the toss rug in front of the sink. He stood over her, watching his long swollen cock swaying just millimeters from her nose. Excitement pulsed through him like water spurting through a tiny hole in a dike. She had roused him to a fever-pitch of expectancy.
Even Miss Coke hadn't sucked his penis this early in their relationship. He had never expected to see the lips of the blonde beauty locked around his cock so early in their affair. Now, he thought he wouldn't live if she didn't do it right away!
He gripped her soft blonde locks and pulled her head toward his jerking cock. "Yeah, do it now! Suck my cock, Miss Friesen!"
Jane trembled with a strange kind of excitement and fear. Could she really do it? Rick's hands guiding her face toward his menacing cock-tip left her no choice. She opened her mouth and let his penis invade her throat, all the way to the hilt!
"Mmmm-gghh!" For a moment, she wanted to gag. Then she remembered the thrill she had experienced when she told the boy her intention. She really did want to give him a gift of unforgettable pleasure. If this was the way to do it, she would do it!
She pulled her lips back along his rigid prick until only the bulb-like head was still encased in her warm mouth. She nibbled timidly, experimenting with taste and texture. His cock felt very firm, almost rubber-like. She discovered an odd satisfaction in feeling its thickness gliding back into her mouth.
His cock-tip seeped a drop of seminal fluid. She drank it gingerly and found she liked the taste. Greedily, she licked the rounded contours of his glans. She was trying to coax from his cock some more of the creamy, tasty juice. "Mmmmmm," she mewled, and fell to her obscene task with renewed abandon.
Round and round his cock-tip, her agile tongue swirled. Then she bobbed her head up and down, up and down over his fine, fleshy penis. She was astounded at how much she enjoyed sucking Rick's cock. She had expected to be making a sacrifice, lowering herself to make love to his prick with her mouth. Instead, the gesture was turning into the most satisfying erotic stimulus she had yet known.
As though his cock was feeding her and she were starving, she threw herself into the wanton spirit of her task. Her tongue, her lips, her cheeks found new ways to move and stab and suck and caress. Rick's moans of pleasure were her sole repayment for her zesty efforts. She, too, moaned around the filling presence in her mouth, letting him know how much she was enjoying him.
To her surprise, though her pussy was getting no attention at the moment, it throbbed in eager response to her lusty deed. Her tits too tingled as they bobbed up and down on her chest in rhythm to her sucking. Her whole body seemed to be responding to her experiment with abandoned zeal. Now, at last, Jane knew what brought women to lower themselves to sucking a man's cock. The thrill of enslaving herself to a cock this way was like nothing she had ever known or dreamed of.
Jane was beginning to realize just how much she had been missing in life by not indulging her sexuality. Freeing herself to the call of the senses was making her far mote alive than she had ever been. Now there was a purpose to it all. Pleasure! Was there anything better! She had never found anything to hold a candle to it. She knew that now. Now that her appetite was whetted, she wanted to drink deep of the joys of the flesh.
Rick would help her. She knew he would be there to help her learn about herself.
Rick was too enthralled by what the librarian was doing to him to do anything but grunt and smile. Miss Friesen really knew her way around a hard cock. Her lips nibbled him like he had never been nibbled before. The warm slick cavern of her mouth was the sweetest hide-out his cock had ever known, except for that tight pussy she had. The boy was glowing all over. The bottom had not fallen out of his life after all, when Miss Coke left. Heaven had sent him Miss Friesen to keep his spirits and his battery charged. "Whoo-ee!" he shouted and rocked her blonde head back and forth along his throbbing cock.
It seemed to Jane that Rick's prick was getting even longer and harder as she sucked. She realized then that the natural outcome of this union was a mouthful of gushing white cum. Though the idea frightened her just a little, she wanted it. She wanted to drink deep of his foamy sex-shake. She swirled her tongue around his penis with a new determination. She was going to make him give it to her. The rushing sense of power that made her cunt flare under her skirt inspired her delirium.
"Oooohh, yeah! Jeez, Miss Friesen, you sure can suck a good cock! Shit, I'm not going to be able to take much more of this!"
That was exactly what Jane wanted to hear. Her ass squirmed with uncontrolled energy as she achieved a fever-peak of effort. She wanted him to come in her mouth!
Her supreme effort of willpower gave her what she was after. She had to struggle to keep up with the hot gushes of juice that flooded her mouth.
"Shit, Miss Friesen! I'm coming! Swallow it for me! Yeah-h-h!"
A glazy smile idled across Rick's features as he sank safely into the afterglow of release. His cock still tinged with the intensity of her work. He was pretty sure he'd never be the same again.
"You're not unhappy this time, are you, Miss Friesen?" he asked her.
"No, Rick. It would be perverse to be unhappy about something so nice." She still crouched on the rug, now with him next to her. They cuddled like tired puppies. They were both sorry that he had to leave right away. But Jane understood.
She was glad she didn't have to go out. The experience had been an exhausting one for Jane. More than the pleasure, there was the new knowledge she had gained. She realized now she could no longer deny herself such a delicious part of life. She wanted pleasure, all she could get.
Rick left her on the couch, half naked. Her breasts peeked out of the folds of her blouse. He kissed the tip of each nipple before tiptoeing out.