At 15 I thought all my birthdays had come at once when a 17 yr old who lived near to me decided that she should initiate me. She was a confident and pretty spunky lady and on a weekend when my parents were away had made a date to come around one afternoon and help me lose my status as an HSV high school virgin I think I was secretly scared shitless, particularly when she said, no condom, Ive got my monthly rhythm sorted. At that time, I knew so little other than the magic sensation of masturbating, daily, and often more than once, that I was set to go along with anything but worried that I wouldnt know what to do.

Even movies and books werent a lot of help. So, she comes around, reassures me that she is no expert, but thinks Im cute and got a good body and just really wants to do it with me.

We cuddled a while and gradually started petting and getting our gear off so that soon were stretched out naked besides each other with me wet and her wet and her showing me how and where to touch her to get her excited and ready.

Im as hard as and feel like Im ready to explode without anything else happening.

Shes stroking me and thats only making it harder to control myself. Her cute little breasts are rubbery and warm and Im sucking and toying her nipples and shes starting to get to the moaning stage. Just as she starts to pull me on top of her theres a car in the driveway, right outside my window. Panic!! I jump off the bed and quickly peep through the curtain.

Oh shit! Its my Aunty B. Im into shorts and a T-shirt in seconds and tell a rapidly turned off young lady shes got to get dressed, but not to come out until I get my aunt gone or talking. Im off down the hall, closing the door and thinking fast. Turns out, Aunty B. has forgotten my folks are away and was cruising for a coffee. Shes 40ish, lives a few miles away with two teenage sons, either side of my age.

Her husband, who was in his late forties had a cerebral hemorrhage and died five years earlier. Shes determined to get the cup of coffee she came for and sets me to getting one while she goes into the lounge and chatters away about school and sport and why arent I off surfing, etc. Figuring shes got to make a move, my friend pops her head in, surprising Aunty B. , says Hi! and then with real class calls to me in the kitchen. I cant see that book, but tell Karen my sister I need it for study so Ill call her when she and your parents get home tomorrow.

See ya and shes gone. Who was that? says Aunty B. Taking the cue I claim her as one of my sisters friends and turn the conversation to her sons, asking what theyre up to.

Oh who knows? she replies. As youre on your own, come up for a meal and catch up with them. I try to beg off, hoping therell be a rerun of the exercise with my lady but shes insistent. Youll eat rubbish if I leave you here alone, I wont take a no on this one.

Stuck, I give in, and shes finished her coffee, is out the door and gone. I suddenly realize Im wearing red shorts sporting a dark, wet patch on the front.

A phone call for physical help to my little savior doesnt work. Says therell be another time. She was feeling so hot for it. But man, that lady arriving freaked her out. Now her mum wants her to go shopping and theres no way out. Maybe later? Ive got to go out too. Well, maybe tomorrow. Parents are coming back. Early? Shes gotta go ..

dont go wasting that cum pulling, she sighs, I want it all! An hour later Im showered, changed and arriving at my Aunty Bs. Shes in the kitchen getting stuff ready. The boys arent around and one has decided to go to a film and stay at a mates place the other side of town. Shes waiting on the other to call. I m pressed into service washing lettuce for salad.

Aunty Bs changed into a halter top and white linen trou through which I can see not only the shapely line of her bum but also the thin white line of a g-string disappearing between her cheeks. She reaches past me as I stand at the sink and I feel an electric shock as her breasts press warmly on my arm and back. Being a 15 year old body-watcher, Id already noticed they were not held in by a bra under the top, the nipples just mounding out the thin fabric. This brings back memories of the debacle of the afternoon. But the phone breaks into my thoughts and shes chatting, evidently to my older cousin. So where is he? Why didnt he ring her? OK .. let her talk to Jacks mother . A while passes and shes off the phone, shaking her head but still her unflappable self.

Thats two down, she laughs .. Now Tonys going to a party and the rule is he doesnt drive home so hes there for the night.

Now are you going to find an excuse not to stay for dinner? Uh nope .. I guess not Dinner passes quickly with idle chat, music on and just the two of us .and a bit of awkward silence after a while.

Aunty B. finally breaks the silence by asking me straight out if the girl shed seen was really Karens friend. I say sure she was and stupidly ask why? Well, says Aunty B. have you got the hots for her or something? Because by the guilty look on your face and the wet patch and bulge in your shorts, she has a disturbing effect on you. I couldnt speak .. blind panic. Would she tell my folks? I thought it then asked it. She reached out to touch me and said, Hey, Im sorry to have embarrassed you, of course I wont. Dont worry about it. Girlfriend? she asked.

No ..

not really just a friend. Serious relationship with this friend? I mean did I interrupt something? Nothing had happened. I said . not knowing where to look. But it was going to? I suppose so Sorry, she said, dumb of me. Thats OK maybe it wasnt a great idea anyway. I muttered.

Why not? I dunno .. I just wasnt that sure about it. Ohh, your first time maybe? Mmmm.

Yep. Oh hell, I really am sorry. She reached out and stroked my hand, stood, and cleared the dinner things away without another word. I looked up to see her watching me in the dim light of the kitchen as she said quietly, You two were planning to take precautions werent you? Well she said she had it all figured out .. so no, not really. Oh boy, maybe I did you a favour after all.

After a silence which seemed to last forever, she suddenly came and took my hand and said .. Cmon, swim time ..

a soak in the spa sorts out most of the cares in this world.

I protested that I didnt have togs with me, but she said we dont need them, its dark and private, Just wrap a towel around you if you want. Next thing, Im sitting in the pool and feeling really embarrassed by all thats been said, but strangely titillated by the situation. Aunty B. steps out of the shadows of the house and I can see by the low blue light of the pool that shes got nothing on either. Her round, perky breasts are silhouetted against the light and theres a peep of hair at her crotch only the second Ive seen, and both today.

I cant help it when I feel my length stiffening deep in the pool. Once shes settled and sighed into the hot water she says Cmon over here and Ill massage some of the knots out of your neck.

Cmon! .. insistently, when she senses my hesitation. Sit on the edge here between my knees.

I nervously slip onto the seat and feel the soft slippery brush of her thighs outside my hips and as she draws me back a little, the warmth of her breasts pressing on my back and most arousing of all, the soft furriness of her softness against my backside.

Im on fire. I cant concentrate as she softly works my shoulders and then my back and slips her hands under my arms and softly strokes my chest sending ripples through me as she touches my hardening nipples. Theres a bit of a gasp and she arches her chest into my back and says suddenly in the first words spoken.

Now you can do mine.

I move onto the seat beside her and she slips over my legs to be between them. Her silky wet back is pressed back to my chest, her soft cheeks pushing my thighs wide apart, but most profoundly, I feel my swollen length pressed up against her bum, throbbing and uncontrollably giving strong twitches. I concentrate on kneading her shoulders and she leans forward for me to do her back. She lies back and arches her head back to one side of mine, cheek to cheek. Does my front get a touch? As I reach to place my hands on her stomach, her own hands guide them up to her beautiful round and firm breasts where her nipples are sticking out a full inch and spring away from my touch Mmmm, she mumurs, feels nice. Im dry in the mouth and speechless.

The stillness is broken as she drops her hands leaving mine on her erect nipples and slides them back behind her to touch and encircle my length and balls. That feels extra nice.

I mustve jumped or probably moaned because she takes them away, stands and turns pulls me up with her hands and wraps me with her arms, her breasts squashed to me, her face on my chest, and my length against her stomach and furry mound. Its OK she whispers, come with me.. please. At this stage Im just on autopilot, doing what she says. I scarcely remember getting out of the pool, drying myself with her help, and following when she led me to her room, already lit with candles. She sat me on the bed, lay me back and lay beside me stroking my chest and stomach and the insides of my thighs before touching my still throbbing length.

I want to show you things youve never known and make you feel wonderful and have you make me feel wonderful too. Is that OK with you? I think I murmured agreement and then she began.

Her mouth closed warm and wet over mine and her tongue touched mine gently.

One hand closed around my swollen manhood and the other took my hand and guided it to between her legs as they parted and into the warmth and wetness of her softness. and then it began .. Part 2