Marty's graduation ceremony was a long ritual which ended with her receiving the diploma she'd worked so hard for. Her parents came into town for the occasion and her friends all attended too.
They celebrated with a dinner and dang at one of the nicest places in town. Marty received dozens of gifts and the best wishes and congratulations of everyone.
When the party broke up, friends she excused herself telling all her friends that she needed some time to think. What she had in mind was a long walk – a cooling down period so she could think.
Marty's parents returned home, proud of their daughter, and her friends all said they understood and that they would call her the next day.
She dashed home, parked her pretty new car in the driveway and hurried in to change out of the stuffy dress and proper shoes. Decked out in cut-offs and sandals, Marty made herself a tall double, poured it into a plastic tumbler and headed out for a long, nighttime walk.
She passed by houses that were all dark, the streets were all but deserted and the only sins of life were the occasional dog out sniffing around or a car now and then.
Marty walked to the public park to sit and think. She knew she felt proud of herself but she was confused about what she wanted all of a sudden. All the work, all the efforts, all the times of doing without suddenly seemed so long ago. She knew that the now job was only a few days away and the security of the higher income was a reality. What she couldn't adjust to so easily was the sudden change of her circumstances.
She sipped on the drink, picked flowers and plucked the petals from them as she strolled through the park.
When she came to a rock retaining wall along the lakeside Marty sat down again to watch the ducks, drifting, asleep on the cool water.
She didn't know how long she'd been sitting there, lost in thought, when she heard a voice behind her.
"Excuse me, are you lost?"
Marty whirled around, startled. She saw a young man standing behind her. He, too, wore only cut-offs. He was a handsome sort of kid, his hair uncombed and mussed. His eyes were gentle and kind and not a little lost looking themselves. A kind of star gazer look. One of innocence, freshness and wonder.
"No," she said. "I'm not lost. I was just thinking."
"I saw you here alone and it's really late. I come here a lot at night and I never run into anyone else, that's why I thought you might be lost."
Marty relaxed when she heard his explanation and the tone of his voice. She recognized that he was a sincere young man, and that he posed no threat to her.
"Would you like to sit with me. We can watch the sun come up," she offered. When the young man walked closer Marty got a good look at him and she was impressed. He was not a tall boy, not muscular and most of all, he looked innocent.
He sat on the rock wall and introduced himself. "My name is Guy. I live a couple of blocks from here with my folks."
"I'm Marty." She extended her hand to him. When they touched she was startled at the warmth of his flesh.
They sat and talked for a long time. Marty told him about her graduation and her new job and how she wondered from time to time about the men she'd had in her charge at the correctional facility. "There seems to be a lot on my mind all of a sudden and I need to unload some of it."
Guy said, "I understand. My dad is a psychologist and he reminds me all the time to keep my head clear."
As the sun began to peek over the distant horizon Marty asked Guy if he would like to come home with her for breakfast. Nothing formal. She had taken a liking to the kid.
"I'm hungry and I always hate to eat alone. Come on, Guy. Let me fix your breakfast so I can eat too," she bargained.
He looked around as if to see if he was being watched. Guy obviously was interested in spending more time with the sexy Marty but he appeared uncertain.
"It there any reason why you can't have breakfast with me?" she asked.
"No. I just never have done anything like this before."
"Guy, how old are you?"
"Eighteen," he answered. "I start my freshman year of college in September."
"See there. You're old enough to decide for yourself what you want to do."
"OK, I'll go. Besides, I am hungry."
They walked down the sidewalks in the pale pink light of the dawn and continued their conversation. Little by little Marty led Guy to talking about his personal life. He told her he did not have a girl friend. He explained that he'd never had a girl friend because of his father's influence. "He always said he wanted me to make the right choice. I thought when I got away to school I'd make up for lost time." He grinned as if he didn't quite know what that meant.
At home, after the short walk, Marty kicked off her sandals and went in to make coffee. She asked Guy to have a seat and told him to make himself comfortable.
Marty dashed into the bathroom to freshen up and when she returned to the living room she found Guy laid out on the couch.
"You told me to make myself comfortable, I hope you meant that."
Marty nodded and went to sit beside him on the floor. "I did mean it." She looked Guy over in the brighter light of day and told him, "You are a remarkably pretty boy. I don't mean that exactly. I mean, you are a very handsome young man."
Guy blushed and looked away. But she could tell he was pleased.
"I mean it. I find you very attractive," she added.
"I don't know what to say. I feel so clumsy," he said.
"You don't have to say anything."
Marty was silent for a time, then, she asked, "Guy, are you a virgin?"
He nodded but did not speak.
"Would you like to change that? Would you like to learn from me?" Marty waited a minute and then went on, "You know what they say about young men and mature women. They say that's the best it ever gets."
Guy's cock began to swell in his brief cut-off jeans. First it slithered, then it unfurled like a flag in the wind. He tried to hide his growing erection by crossing his legs but Marty had already caught sight of his predicament. She was glad she was having this effect on him.
"Please," she said. "Don't be embarrassed. Your reaction is perfect. It's normal and healthy and something to be proud of." She laid her hand on his thigh and felt the young man quiver.
"Come on, follow me," Marty told the shy young stud.
In the bed room Marty took charge. She slipped her fingers into his short pants and flicked the snap open. She whisked down the tab on the zipper and pushed his pants down around his knees. Guy's cock was almost fully erect and when his pants were removed his rod extended out from his crotch, invitingly to Marty.
Marty wrapped her fingers around Guy's cock and stroked it a couple of times. She had to stifle a laugh when she saw the young dude struggle to remain standing.
Letting go of his cock long enough to get out of her own clothing, Marty stripped quickly and pressed her naked body against the boy's of flesh.
They hugged, Marty expertly, and Guy clumsily. When Marty tried to kiss Guy he said, "I'm not sure how."
"Open you mouth and relax. Do what I do."
She pressed her lips to his and slipped her tongue into the youth's mouth. She probed deep and sucked on him.
Guy returned the technique and surprised Marty with his gentle and tender loss.
Marty pulled back and said, "Let's get on the bed. Let's do this night."
Guy walked stiff legged to the bed as if he was mesmerized. He did exactly as Marty suggested and that only because he had no frame of reference from previous encounters to draw on.
Marty laid him out on his back and climbed aboard him the way one might sit on a horse. She made sure that her full weight didn't press down on his belly. She could feel the little pubic hairs tickling her and his cock pressing, urgently, against her.
"Guy, I'm going to sit on your cock. I want you to try to be real still until I get it all the way in me. Understand?"
He was looking up at Marty with big, innocent eyes. "Yes, I understand." He did, again, as he was told. He remained perfectly still until she took hold of his cock again and guided it to her cunt. He began to squirm and twist about because her hand felt too good.
Marty held herself up, over the stiff young cock. She aligned her cunt with the hard, rocket shaped cock and then let her weight drop. She let Guy's cock slide in, all the way, for his first entry.
"Oh," he signed. "Oh, it feels so good."
"Move your hips up and down. When you feel me coming down, press up. When I raise up, pull down," Marty explained.
She watched the young guy's expression closely. She appreciated how he felt getting his first fuck and she wanted it to be memorable. She saw Guy's color change; his face flushed a bright red, the veins in his forehead bulged and his eyes rolled back. He breathing hard, gasping and among.
Marty concentrated on cumming quickly. She knew the young dude wouldn't last long and she wanted to get off with him. She became keenly aware of the sweet friction of his cock inside of her pussy. The delicious, lubricated slipperiness changed as she concentrate to a kind of full, heaviness, the first sensation she usually felt just before she came.
Guy started gasping harder, breathing faster and suddenly his back arched, lifting Marty high. He supported the weight of his body on his shoulders and the soles of his feet; all the rest of his virile young body was arched up trying to push deeper into the recesses of her cunt.
She felt the strong flexing and distension of Guy's cock. Too, she felt the hot blasts of his cum filling her love canal and then leaking out as she plungered herself on him.
The boy didn't last long but Marty managed to get off in time to share in the ecstatic moment with him. Her own orgasm came just as Guy was slowing down.
She sat down on his lap, forcing his cock all the way in to her cunt. She simply sat and let the orgasm rock through her. The young man lay, open eyed, in awe, and watched as arty climaxed. He noticed that she trembled and her breasts moved slightly out of time with the rest of her body as if they had a separate source of energy.
When Marty calmed down after her orgasm, she leaned forward to kiss Guy and to tell him how good he'd been.
"Gosh, Marty, that was great. I never had any idea it would be like that. I've only used my hand before this and I thought that was good. Fucking is wonderful. No wonder adults do it so much."
"And, you do it real good, Guy. That was very good for me," Marty told him.
She felt good about the session and she knew Guy did. His face was no longer strained. He was beaming.