PART ONE j – The Third Date

  "Let me show you what you get today… you've been a good boy…"

  I came up on my knees, and gave him a long, sloppy wet blowjob. I'm not a blowjob queen, so I know I can't deep throat like a complete cock slut. Girls talk though, and the girls that can? Brag. One told me though, all you have to do is get used to using your hand. Get him soaking wet, for a while with your mouth and tongue. You want your saliva dripping off. Its slightly dirty, and they love it. You can tease with your tongue as long as you feel like it, the longer the better. Just when he thinks you can't do anything but use your tongue, your hand makes it better. Now he can still fuck your mouth, with your soaking hand in front of it. Kinda like a hand job and a blowjob at the same time.

  I had to put his hands on my head, to give him the idea he could now fuck my face, it was okay. That was after a long time of tongue teasing, and mouth work. When I was done, I smiled and brought him down on his knees with me. Anything else I wanted to try and had never tried, I could now. When we had our clothes off, he would listen to me. I grabbed his head and put it back, and surprised him with the sudden taste. I kept the whole load in my mouth, and slowly kissed it back to him.

  When I was done, I cmped my wet, dripping hand over his mouth tight, and pinched his nose. Which made him swallow. He gave a little jump when he realized what I wanted and had started doing to him. But he didn't try to pull away. His face was so red, I smiled as I wiped the back of my dry hand off my mouth, and wiped my wet hand on his chest.

  "Did you like it?"

  He did, and blushed and smiled and kind of raved about it.

  "I didn't know how you would react to… helping me clean up at the end. Never tried that trick before."

  He blushed and said it was fine, and he was happy to be my first.

  "I'm trying anything I ever heard about that sounded okay. Its fun to have someone like you. If you enjoy my technique, you can expect to get more of them. More than twice a year, trust me. You can get one of those practically anywhere."

  "Definitely."

  "It would be polite to thank me, though. Don't you think?"

  I smiled, and sat on the bnket. With my knees pulled up.

  "You know how I like to be thanked. Feel free to tell me all about how much you liked it. How much you can't wait to get more. How good you promise me you'll be. Because you want more of those. I'll tell you when you're done."

  He went about it, and I sat there and blushed. This was heaven.

  "See… when you behave, nice things happen. Don't they."

  He agreed and thanked me, and after a little while I told him he was welcome. I had to tousle his hair, and tell him that welcome, meant that he was allowed up now.

  He stayed, but rubbed my legs instead of my ankles now.

  "Is it polite, to return the favor without being told."

  "It is. But We'll do that ter, okay?"

  "Okay."

  "Hmm. We have all day. What should we do for a while. Give me ideas."

  "What did you have in mind."

  "I know you can't sit very well, but what about a walk. We're alone, but we could put clothes on. I'm not embarrassed, but I don't wanna freak out anyone that we might see."

  "Can I dress you again?"

  "Did you like that? Sure."

  I enjoyed the pampering of getting dressed, then did it back. I had a few things in my little beach bag in the trunk, and grabbed that. I took a few cans of pop too. He was content to walk behind me, I had changed into little workout shorts and a little sports bra. I smiled back at him, to let him know I appreciated the way he liked looking at my legs working. I showed him "our" willow tree, and he blushed. I followed the outflow of the spring, and we eventually found a creek. It slowly widened and deepened as other springs and littler tributaries fed it. Walking along it finally produced a deep enough swimming hole. No one was around.

  "So. Looks good enough for a swim. Mommy could use something for a bath, if you're going to keep kissing my feet, right?"

  "I guess my boxers would work. Sure."

  "Why run around in wet underwear. You ever go skinny dipping?"

  "Hmm. No, can't say as I have."

  "Me neither. Wanna be my first?"

  "Sure."

  We got undressed and went for a swim. I told him he didn't wave to watch out for towel snaps, until his boo boo butt was better. When we took a break on the big rocks, he thanked me for a couple minutes again, without me asking him for it. I love this.

  "So. Is having a… sexually dominant girlfriend, everything you ever hoped it would be? God, don't you hate the sound of that? I'm sexually dominant, ooh. Sounds so… creepy."

  "Anything else they call it?"

  "I don't know. Master or Mistress and sve, doesn't sound any less creepy. I guess the top and the bottom, are the cutest ones."

  "That works. I don't care what you call it, as long as you don't call me te for bedtime, really."

  "I know as a girl like this, it felt weird at first. It ever feel weird to you, that you realized you liked it, and you're a guy?"

  "Not really, I guess. I admit after the birthday taps, I wondered how in the hell I was ever gonna figure out how to… just ask for it."

  "I know the feeling. I'm over my embarrassment of it, but… the desire to not take out a public service announcement, I don't see that going away for me. If that counts as proof that I'm a little embarrassed? Then fine. You?"

  "Same. Maybe I'm a little more willing to admit to the embarrassed part. Somehow as a guy, don't I risk more?"

  "Oh. Yeah, I guess so. If you bbbed in front of my room mates? I'd get teased, then probably high fives. I know what you mean, for you. Just another reason for this to be our naughty little secret."

  "My lips are sealed."

  "I'll tell you when to open them. So. How we doing?"

  "Fine. Or, what do you mean."

  "I just want you happy. I don't have a parade lined up at my bedroom door like most girls do. Now serving 46, now serving 46… I want a real boyfriend, I always did. I never really wanted a conga line of…"

  "I don't either. Another reason, that I was concentrating on you sports girls. Not just because it always did turn me on, I wanted something different."

  "Hmm. Its why I made my moves on you. You were too good a thing to pass up. The other girls? Jesus. They think they're having fun now, but they pay ter, big time."

  "How?"

  "When they finally decide to try to settle down, they're gonna want what we have. Its not going to be there. I don't know why men started settling for used up sluts, and marrying them te like goes on now. Why they don't mind licking a hole that's had every dick in the county in it, is beyond me. I'm not a virgin, but I'm not a ride at the pyground, either."

  "Those other girls. They'll soon have three choices. Keep it up forever, and end up a washed out barfly. Marry a series of assholes, I mean bad boys. Or, eventually some idiot will take them in, and buy their sob story. They won't respect the guy. They'll use him, like you taught me those girls were using me. Its all bullshit."

  "See why I jumped on you? I don't want a different used dirt bike every year for the rest of my life. I wanted to buy one new or slightly used, and keep it for life. I like you. You seem mature."

  "I, am four years older than you. Service."

  "Most of the service guys aren't exactly mature. I was getting to think the service was a lot like being on the football team."

  "I know what you mean. We got a couple types. Lifers. Its their job and their life. We got college boys, like me. Then we got guys with no other options. Yeah, it can be like a big frat house, on the weekends."

  "Why are you different."

  "Thought I had bad luck, till you set me straight on that score. The bad luck followed me, and it didn't take me long to not give up, but, just drop the whole thing. My mentor? Suggested working on myself. Not to try to impress girls, just to try to impress myself. Take all that time and energy and put it to better use. When the right thing comes along, you'll just know it. Wish the guy lived long enough to see it. Looking like the right thing's you."

  "Thanks."

  "You're welcome."

  We were ying on the big rocks, taking a break out of the water. I asked him if he would oil me up, so I could y out for an hour. I had a little bottle of baby oil in my small beach bag. After he oiled me up from head to toe, I enjoyed the warm sun. On a whim, I oiled up his sore bottom.

  "I hope that helps."

  "Thank you for oiling up my bottom."

  We ughed.

  "You know. Speaking of an oiled up bottom. When it gets dark? I'm gonna let you try mine out. If you promise to take your time. Go slow. Listen to any suggestions I give. We'll see if it can become any kind of a thing. I hear guys like it."

  "Do girls like it?"

  "Some do it, some don't. Of those that do? Some like it, some consider it a treat to give."

  "You don't have to."

  "No. I want to try it, at least once. Actually, I'm hoping it goes well, another reason to go slow and gentle and sweet about it, because… one girl told me, it was the perfect thing, for once a month. You know, when the main garage is closed for cleaning once a month. You would get to park in the rear for three days."

  "I'll try my best."

  "And remember. Baby oil will work on yours, too. So? You better be nice."

  "Polite suggestion?"

  "Take it how you want, dear. How many times will you be helpless and alone with me. When its your turn one day? I'll be using my first time as a guideline. Were you raised a Catholic when you were little, like I was?"

  "Yes."

  I smiled, before rolling over into the sun.

  "Well then. Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you. I don't think I could make it any clearer than that. Unless you really wanna go first, but I thought it would make a nice treat for you. See if you can make me like it."

  After a while in the sun, I took a dip to get the heavy oil off of me, so I could get dressed. When I was sitting with my knees drawn up, he was doing his thing, before dressing me. I noticed him looking, for the first time.

  "What, dear."

  "Nothing."

  "Hmm. I can read your mind, you know."

  "Really?"

  "Want me to prove it?"

  "Why not."

  "I saw it on your face. You just noticed, that mommy doesn't have tiny little feet, does she?"

  "Mommy, is not a little girl. Mommy has a big everything."

  "Everything?"

  "Well. Not that."

  "Really. Are you just telling me what I want to hear?"

  "No, I swear. I admit, I was curious about that, but… you're fine in that department."

  "Well, thanks. Is there a… rumor mill, with guys, about… us tall girls in that department? Curious."

  "Yes. I am pleased to report, that one was no doubt started by someone with no experience."

  "So. Do I have cute feet?"

  "You're feet, remind me of the rest of you. Very feminine. Just not small."

  "What size do you wear? Curious."

  "Usually a 12."

  "Really. Wanna see something?"

  "Sure."

  "Why don't you try on my jogging shoes, before we get dressed."

  I waited for his surprise that I knew was coming.

  "Holy shit."

  "Go on. Lace them up tight. Walk around a little. Tell me what you think."

  "Wow. Perfect fit."

  "Hmm. Dress me now?"

  "Sure."

  The walk back was as enjoyable as the walk out. Once we were back, I cooked for him on my little portable stove grill deal. When it finally got dark, we put a bnket on the ground in front of my car, and I spread another one on the hood. I leaned over my own hood, and waited while he licked and caressed his way up my legs slowly. He rubbed me all over. I handed him the little bottle of baby oil, so it was handy. Eventually though, it was time. I talked him through it. I admit, I begged a lot. To please go slow, to please not hurt me. To please wait. He was nice about it, and it took forever for him to get first his head in, and his first full stroke was a long ways off from that. I squirmed, made fists in the bnket, bit my lower lip and my thumb, and ended up eating the corner of the bnket, squealing.

  Eventually he was able to finally make his first complete stroke, all the way back out, then all the way in, then back out. He asked if I was all right, and I nodded. I kept my corner of the bnket as my pacifier, and gave him my hands. He never did go full throttle, and I had been worried about that. Eventually he finished, and I id there breathing hard, while I recovered from my little ordeal. I was sure I looked a little like after he had given me my hard ride on the hood. Hair messed up, silly smile on my face, hugging and kissing him.

  "Well? How was it."

  "Not, as bad as I thought."

  "Would, you ever…"

  "Again? I could. Not every day, but, I could."

  "How bad did it…"

  "It… took some getting used to. I can't fight it. Eventually, I… just started letting it… happen. That? Was better. I admit though, once I get to a certain point, and I rex and just let it happen… its okay from there. And, once you got all the way in, I knew I could finish. When you were reaching around and touching me, I thought I was going to die when I came."

  "So it ended up, all things considered, going okay."

  "The girls that talked about it? Said the first time is the worst. Then you learn how to take it, before you're done. Honestly, at the end? Its not bad. Its getting there that was hard. I suppose you're wondering what the verdict is."

  "All ears."

  "If you're good, and you keep going gentle like you did? Yeah, you can park in the rear when I'm closed for monthly cleaning."

  "Wow. Thanks."

  "And I can't wait till its your turn. Which will happen eventually."

  "Which is fair."

  "Hmm. Remember. I'm in charge in bed. I'm not going to allow you to sleep any other way than naked. I want you right next to me under the covers. You're my property. If I wake up and decide I want something? You'll wake up with me starting to do what I feel like doing with you. One night? You'll wake up to me getting a hold of you from behind. Once you feel the baby oil, you'll know. I don't own a toy, but I guess that's gonna have to change. You better beg me to not get a big one, for your sake. Once you feel it start to go in, you'll know there's no stopping it, that its gonna happen. I'll try to tell you to rex, and take it, but when you finally do, and I see it on your face, mm. After I finally get all the way in, and it gets better? I'm gonna py with you. You'll see when you finally finish. I'll be as gentle as I can, but… I'm gonna say the dirtiest things in your ear while I work on you. I think after your first time, I'll start having you bend over, like I did. I don't know, we'll just have to see. But don't worry, you were nice, so I'll be nice when I do it too."

  "No helpless for it?"

  "Oh no. I'll want it like you got it. I had to agree to it, and let you. I'm gonna have you allow me."

  "What if I refuse?"

  "Oh. You must not remember me telling you all about the switch then. You know you're not allowed to refuse me sex. I'll tell you how you're gonna get the switch for that, to teach you a lesson you won't forget. It might take a while, because we have a house full of room mates, but… eventually, it'll be time. And the longer I have to wait? The worse it'll be when I finally give it to you. Just like, wait till I get you home. I'll remind you what its for, don't worry. You'll have been waiting on it, knowing its coming eventually. Lock all the doors, put some loud music on. It doesn't bother me, but we need to keep you quiet enough I can do it. You'll definitely be helpless for that, trust me. There will be crying, then screaming. Then? I'll really give it to you. What do you think of that?"

  "I think you're a very naughty girl."

  "I am. You just love these little stories, don't you?"

  He nodded, I smiled.

  "I guess it'll be like the old days, that way."

  "How's that."

  "Oh. The wife used to get the switch too back then. Misbehaving, refusing sex, whatever she was doing that needed corrected. It was normal for the neighbors to not only hear one of the kids down the barn, screaming their heads off for a long time. Sometimes the wife got it good too, to keep her in line. You? Are so lucky we don't live alone on a farm, and have that kind of privacy with a barn. I would so enjoy that."

  "Remind me to make sure we live somewhere with lots of neighbors and room mates, and paper thin walls."

  "Listen to you. You'll be the first one making sure we have privacy, you love it."

  "Okay, I do."

  We ate, we fooled around, we made more love, and we id around on each other, talking. It was funny to me, that we had started out Friday night with his surprise at me calling myself his girlfriend out of nowhere. Here we were Saturday night, and we were getting drowsy talking, and he was already calling me his girlfriend without thinking about it. Gabbing about what things would be like. I already knew as we were falling asleep in the same position as the night prior, that I had hit this one out of the park. By Sunday, he was sitting, if not comfortably.

  I'd like to say I couldn't wait for him to meet my team mate room mates, but honestly I'm a little embarrassed. I mean seriously now, do you know how embarrassing it is to have to prepare someone to be ready, for the fact that there will be used condoms thrown around a room, you have to watch out for that? That's just not something any human being should have to be prepared for.

  The willow switches could live in my trunk temporarily, until I could get them in on the QT. I have a lock on my room, and a lock on my closet. Private things can live in there.