Feeling of first time I had it – 2

And so we spent most of that entertaining one another orally again. We did it all. Perfected the fine art of ’69’ in any and all positions you can even dream up. We did it. Which was more of a novelty to be perfectly honest about it, as I think we both preferred, and eventually settled into, doing one another, taking turns pleasuring one another. Which felt better, especially as we could just lay back and concentrate on what the other one was doing to you.

I even lost a little weight. And mom even commented on that once, asking me if I was working out again. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wasn’t. Or worse, tell her what I was doing instead. Though one day dad came home unexpectedly and found us doing that. To my surprise, he didn’t kill me (or us) and wasn’t even mad. If anything, he just smiled though Lily was embarrassed to tears. But that’s another story, for another time. Yet though in a way, it was another first too. First time we got caught. Though it wouldn’t be the last time either.

Weeks, and then months passed with Lily and I enjoying life together. Though admittedly at this point I was (and had been) thinking about the two of us actually “doing it”. We’d even discussed it briefly…talked about it at least. The good news was, she was thinking about it too, and admittedly was wondering what it would be like. I figured then, it was only a matter of time.

*And then the wheels came off*

I remember distinctly that it was a Saturday. I’d gone over to Lily’s house. Her mom was of course at work, though her brother and sister were still there. Unfortunately, as long as they were, we couldn’t do anything but sit there and watch TV together. Hopefully, her brother and sister would get bored hanging around, or would eventually run off and do something with their friends. It was the best we could hope for. We couldn’t even suggest the idea, not with Julie  anyway. Even sitting, or just laying on Lily’s bed in her bedroom, doing nothing aside from a feel here and there, Julie  would pop in and out of her room unannounced, uninvited, and unexpectedly.

I swore it was her lot in life to either try and catch us doing something, or to keep us from doing it. And probably both. As long as Julie  was hanging around, we didn’t dare do anything. Nothing but talk usually, which wasn’t so bad, unless Lily was in one of those serious discussion moods. Which today…was one she happened to be in.

We were indeed laying on top of her bed together. I had managed one or two titty fondles, which Lily allowed, or ignored either way, using that perhaps as a way of keeping my attention when she suddenly told me out of the clear blue sky, that her mother had asked her about us.

“What about us?” I responded back, suddenly forgetting all about the tits I’d been playing with.

“She asked me if we’d done anything.”

“You’re kidding me! And what did you say?”

“I can’t lie to Rick, you know that. So I told her.”

“You told her? Told her what? What did you tell her?” I now asked worriedly. Already I could see her mom fuming, throwing her hands up in the air, yelling at her…planning on some way of killing me perhaps.

“Everything. I told her everything. She wanted to know everything…all the details.”

“Holy shit! Seriously? What happened then?”

“She was a little pissed at first,” Lily continued.

“No shit.”

“But after she calmed down, she told me she was glad we hadn’t, you know…done it.”

For the first time, I was actually glad we hadn’t. “And then what?”

“Well, we talked about things.”

“Things?”

“Yeah, things…stuff, stuff we’ve done. Mom asked me if I had enjoyed it,” I groaned, rolling my eyes, disbelief, panic, confusion suddenly clouding my thoughts though I continued listening. “I think she was a little jealous.”

“Jealous? Seriously? Why?”

“Because she and dad never really were very affectionate, not like that. And there was, well…there was stuff he just wouldn’t do. Not like we have anyway, so she was sort of jealous about that, asking me why I liked it, what it felt like.”

“Oh my god!”

“Yeah, no shit,” Lily said with a bit of a blank look on her face, obviously recalling the details of their conversation. “I honestly thought she was going to come unglued, ground me, forbid me from ever seeing you again…but she didn’t. Instead, we talked more about some of the stuff we had done, where, when…”

“Holy shit!” I said again, recalling all those times myself now, and now realizing, Mila, Lily’s mom knew all about them as well. “So then what happened?” I pressed nervously, worriedly.

I knew from past discussions we’d had, what Lily’s plans and future goals were. Similar to my own in many ways, though her college education was pretty much taken care of, unlike my own. I have to give Mila credit in one regard, now trying to make ends meet with little help and support from her ex-husband, though he did occasionally pay what he could. Mila had still managed to set aside a little bit towards her children’s education. But there was an obvious price that came along with that as I was about to find out.

I too had hoped and planned to go to college after graduating myself. But it was also a fact that if I did, I’d have to rely on putting myself through school. As such, I knew that I couldn’t afford to do so on a full time basis, so my plans were to take what courses I could afford, until such time as I could do otherwise. Obviously, it was going to take me a lot longer to do that, but there were really no other options for me at the time.

“She made me promise her something.”

“Promise her what?” I already had a pretty good idea where all this was going.

“She made me promise, that no matter what it was we have been doing, that I wouldn’t give you my virginity, or anyone for that matter, until my wedding night.”

I knew then any hope I had of actually having sexual intercourse with Lily had gone right out the window. “And what was the second promise?” I found myself asking, feeling let down and deflated.

“That I wouldn’t get married until after I had graduated from college.”

“Jesus Lily, you didn’t actually agree to that did you? I mean…what about…what about us?”

We had only really danced around the issue of the two of us actually one day getting married. There had been nothing concrete or specific with regards to that. Idle chat, testing the waters though we entertained the thought, never really taking it beyond that. Going to college after graduating was something we both planned on doing. Whatever happened during that, was something else entirely. But tying in Lily’s virginity to that, seemed totally absurd.

“What about us?” She responded back. “We’ve never really committed to one another regarding a future. We both agreed to take a ‘wait and see’ attitude about it, unless you’ve changed your mind,” she said, rolling over and away from me, letting me know as she did that, that her tits were suddenly off limits again. I gave up, sitting up.

“No, it’s just that…”

“You want to fuck me is what,” she said sounding angry now, upset. “I understand that, and don’t think I haven’t thought about it too Rick. But I promised mom, and that’s that. She doesn’t seem to be too terribly upset about the rest of it, though she doesn’t exactly condone what we’re doing either. But as long as we don’t take things all the way, she’s willing to accept it. Oh…and one more thing though. She wants to talk to you, one on one herself.”

“Fuck!” I said already imagining the conversation we’d be having. With Lily out of the picture, I was pretty sure our conversation wouldn’t be nearly as congenial as the one Lily had had with her mother. “When?”

“When’s your next night off?”

I thought, “Um, Tuesday,” I said, going over the work schedule in my head.

“That’s perfect then,” Lily told me. “I have to work by myself until ten, but mom has the night off too. I’ll tell her you’ll be over then,” she said, still sounding a bit sure, though at least smiling a little again.

Julie  made one of her unannounced appearances shortly after that, and made it obvious she planned on hanging around, further interrupting our conversation. I decided the evening was a total loss at this point because of that, and decided to head home. Lily didn’t make any attempt to stop me either, so it was definitely time to leave. It also meant I probably wouldn’t see much of her outside of school until the weekend. Graduation was only a few weeks away at this point, and we were both busy with projects we were working on in getting prepared for that. So even our time at school together would be limited.

“At least call me, and let me know how it went,” she said, at least kissing me at the door as I prepared to leave.

“If I still have a head left,” I told her, to which she actually did laugh.

“Don’t be so paranoid, or worried,” she tried reassuring me. “Like I said, she wasn’t that upset when I told her what we had been doing. In fact, I actually think she was actually a little aroused by it if you really want to know, especially since she kept asking me things about what it felt like, stuff like that. You know how it’s been for Rick, ever since she and dad divorced. She hasn’t been out with anyone since then. So I know damn well she hasn’t been having sex with anyone else. You know how she feels about divorce, in mom’s way of thinking, which I think is ridiculous, she can’t ever get married again.”

“Yeah, that is a little silly,” I freely admitted. “I’d certainly never condemn myself to a life of celibacy.”

“Yeah, neither would I,” Lily winked, licking her lips, making me wonder if I should perhaps stick around for a little bit. But then she blew me another kiss and promptly closed the door.

**Bewildered, strange conversation**

I was nervous and apprehensive by the time I arrived that night, around seven o’clock as we’d agreed. Mila met me at the door, and I was surprised to find she was wearing a robe as she invited me in, though I’d seen her wearing it before as she prepared to get ready for work. The thing was, she wasn’t working tonight, so I found it odd. After coming in however, she immediately walked over and around the ironing board she had set up.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I thought I’d do all my ironing while we chat. Can I get you something to drink?”

I took a seat on the couch next to her as she stood ironing. “No…no thanks, I’m good,” I said, steeling myself.

“Yeah, that’s what Lily said,” Mila said, not even looking up from her ironing as she stood there pressing one of her work blouses.

“Did she just say what I thought she did?” I asked myself, though I didn’t respond to that any further, remaining silent, fidgety, and again more nervous than ever if she had indeed said what she had, meaning it that way.

“So, can we speak frankly and honestly here?” She then asked. “It’s not my intent to embarrass or make you uncomfortable, but I do think it’s important that we understand one another totally and completely, don’t you agree?”

“Yes mam,” I said, speaking formally perhaps.

“Call me Mila,” she then corrected me. “We’re both adults here, and obviously we’re discussing adult topics, or will be anyway,” she then added only now looking up at me, gathering my eyes in hers.

“Ok, Mila…” I said, sounding out her name perhaps for the first time really, though I could now feel the sweat starting to trickle down my neck into my shirt.

“Sure I can’t get you anything to drink?” She asked. “I’d like one,” she said , speaking more to herself than to me. “I know I probably shouldn’t be offering, but…can I get you a beer? Would you mind getting me one?”

“Ah…sure,” I said, now changing my mind, standing up and heading into the kitchen to grab us a couple, returning a moment later with them. Mila was just then reaching down into a nearby laundry basket retrieving yet again another blouse to be ironed. As she did, leaning over, the front of her robe billowed out, I stood there glancing down at her, still holding onto our beers as I easily saw one of her breasts quite clearly.

It was now obvious to me, she didn’t have anything on underneath it, though if she was totally naked was still a mystery. It was bad enough I had seen one of her tits, and quickly turned my eyes away. “Ah, here…” I said sitting her beer down on the end of the ironing board, retaking my seat, though by now at least she had straightened up again, beginning to iron the next blouse.

“Thanks,” she said, taking a quick sip, once again eying me. I took a drink myself, waiting. “So…I assume Lily talked to you a little bit about what we discussed,” she began finally.

“Some,” I countered while taking another sip.

“Told you about refraining from having intercourse with you…or anyone else until she’s through with college?”

“Ah yeah, she mentioned that,” I said once again feeling fidgety.

“Think you can live with that?” She asked as she stopped ironing, looking at me directly again.

“Do I really have a choice?” I countered feeling a bit bolder now, perhaps with the beer’s help, though I felt like I was cornered here to some degree, which may have added to that. Not to mention that I was oddly aroused, just a little, having accidentally gotten a pretty good look at one of Mila’s bare breasts.

“No, not really,” she countered back. “Not if Lily expects me to support her through college she doesn’t.”

She went back to ironing again, and I looked up watching her, waiting for the next comment. As she did however, I noticed that the gap in her robe seemed to have widened just a little as she continued ironing. I could now see just a small portion of one of her breasts, a bit of cleavage that was suddenly showing itself as she stood there moving the iron back and forth over her blouse.

“You know I don’t necessarily condone what the two of you have been doing either, but I’m also not foolish enough to think I’ll convince either one of you to refrain from doing any of that either. I know…I was your age once, so I’ve been there, done that. Made a few mistakes myself along the way. Frankly, I married one. Though don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret having the kids we had together, not for a moment. But we had sex way too early, which resulted in our getting married early, which of course is when Lily came along.”

I’d always known that Lily’s mom was young when she had her, right around eighteen or nineteen herself when she was born. Which accounted for the fact that Mila didn’t look anywhere near her age either. Mature yes, but attractively so, which was becoming more and more apparent as she ironed. I was now catching glimpses of a well rounded portion of her left breast as it periodically made an appearance as her arm moved back and forth over the blouse she was ironing. She finished that one, hung it up, and leaned over to grab another.

Sure enough, this time her entire boob fell out. She noticed it though, quickly adjusting things before standing up once again, new blouse in hand. Her robe once more, more appropriately gathered together. Obviously she had finally realized how close she was to unknowingly revealing her entire self. She went back to ironing as I sipped on my drink. Once more waiting on her as she continued.

“Like I was saying…once you’ve partaken of the forbidden fruit, it’s ludicrous to think that you won’t be partaking of it again. Which is why I feel it’s necessary to put my foot down on the issue of the two of you actually engaging in intercourse. At least if I stop that from happening, you won’t be tempted in that way.”

I opened my mouth, intending to speak, but thought better of it. Especially as I noticed her robe had seemingly parted all on its own again. Only this time, even more so than it had been. Now I was seeing the entire side of her left breast, as well as the gentle full under slope of it as she stood ironing. I knew I was only millimeters away from seeing an exposed nipple, and found myself holding my breath rather than speaking.

“How is it anyway?” She then asked, catching me off guard, taking me by surprise at her bold question.

“Ah…what? Sorry,” I said in questioning. Wondering if I had heard her right.

“You know…oral sex with my daughter. Do you enjoy it with her? Do you enjoy doing that to her?” She boldly and frankly asked me flat out, once again just holding onto the iron looking directly at me. Though to make things worse perhaps, her left breast was now entirely exposed, nipple and all as it literally poked out through the opening of her robe, which had parted considerably, gaping almost completely open.

“The reason I’m asking you that, and again speaking as one adult to another, is I’m trying to understand the fascination here, the temptation as it were. And if the two of you engage in an activity like that, that will be good enough. Or will you grow tired of it, and demand more from her? More than what she’s willing to give you, given the circumstances.”

I was still staring at her exposed tit, forcing my eyes away from it, looking up into hers. Only then did she look down, realizing she was exposed, and nonchalantly tucking her boob back into her robe once again. But beyond that, she said nothing about it, nor apologized, or acted embarrassed upon the discovery.

“Well?”

I could really feel the sweat now, not only down my back, but on my forehead too. “Yeah, I do.