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By Obmuj (address withheld)


Dot walked back into her bedroom after escorting Jason to the front door and telling him goodbye. How did a forty-nine-year-old woman become involved with a boy, a mere eighteen years of age? Entering her bed room, Dot stopped in front of the mirrored sliding closet doors and looked at herself. What would my friends and coworkers say if they find out about my indiscretions should they discover I had sex with a boy you just recently became of legal age?

I must be crazy Dot determined as she starred at her nude image, and attempted to reason with herself after having sex with a 18-year-old stud muffin. The face that looked back at her didn’t seem different from it had twelve hours previously, when she dressed to leave and have her regular Sunday afternoon coffee at the coffee bar. She was still trim, had hardly any dimpling on her firm round hips, and her breasts showed no sagging.For some reason, this Sunday, she had taken extreme care in applying her makeup and selecting the new red short skirt and white blouse with the low scalloped neck line. The neckline of the blouse she had worn was cut low and provided a definite view of her still perky 34B breasts. Did some celestial force or deity become involved in allowing a young boy into her bed? Dot held some belief in supernatural deity, and there were powers that drove one’s actions, beyond the norm, and produces a course for all peoples to follow, knowingly or unknowingly.

After checking her appearance in the mirror along the side the entrance door of her condo, she had walked to the coffee bar across the street from her condo, as she did most. Sundays. Walking to the table she normally sat at, she noted most of the regulars were enjoying the atmosphere within the coffee bar.

Mark, her favorite waiter, brought her a steaming hot cup of Kona coffee and a tray of Danish pastries to select from, to compliment her coffee. Selecting an orange filled Danish she took out the latest book she was reading, and opened it to page 204, where she had stopped reading Saturday night before going to sleep.

Having Mark as her waiter, she knew, as one of her favorite people as he seemed to always greet her with such kindness and sincerity. While reading or just looking off into the outdoors through the large store front windows, she could count on Mark to keep her cup full. Just now he had brought her a new cup of coffee instead of refilling the one she had been drinking from. For someone about twenty-five, Mark had it all put together. Once he had told her that after college he worked as a stock broker and found the job demeaning and a no brainier.

Working at the coffee bar had provided him an opportunity to meet other people with the same interest as he had. His attempt at writing a novel was about to be fulfilled as his editor had sent it back to him for final revisions. Dot still remembered the couple of times he asks her out on a date. She always told him she was old enough to be his mother, but he continued asking.

After reading for nearly an hour she lay down the book and was watching the people walk by on this bright sunny day in New York City. Friends were entering or leaving the coffee house and they stopped briefly to speak with her. Then she heard a voice behind her asking, "Hi, I’m Jason, I see you’re a fan of the same writer of mystery novels I am. I’m reading the same book and found it intriguing, but I cannot determine where the story is heading. I’ve read almost 100 pages of the book."

The young asked, "Do you find it as interesting as the other books she has written?"

Turning slightly she saw a well dressed teenage boy, carrying the same book she was reading. Well, she thought, he isn’t lying about reading the book and realized his comments were on target and explained why she was having trouble reading the novel. The story line in the book really didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

Dot thought, this lad must be extremely intelligent to have noted this while reading the book. Dot was having trouble following the plot and until Jason explained it just then, she hadn’t known why. Looking at the teenager, she found herself thinking about her own son, Bradley, who was now twenty-three years old.

"May I join you and treat you to another cup of coffee?" he asked as he took the chair next to me before Dot had time to respond.

"Well, I guess it won’t be a problem if you sit for a few minutes," she replied. Her thoughts were the lad would understand he could set for a few minutes and assumed he would excuse himself.

Smiling, the boy extended his hand in greeting and saying, "I’m Jason Leverson, and my parents just purchased and moved into the co-op two doors down."

"Nice meeting you, Jason, I’m Dorothy Anderson but my friends just refer to me as Dot, and you may as well," she replied.

"Great, now I at last know someone here. I’m enrolled at Harvard and will start school in September. For the past eighteen years, I’ve lived in White Plains, but my parents decided to move into the city as my father commuted daily," Jason informed her.

During the following two hours Dot found that Jason’s intelligence was in the genius level, and he could converse on any subject. She, as a teaching physician, was also intelligent and equally able to discuss on most subjects, to some degree. While they spoke, she noticed Jason was constantly glancing at her cleavage exposed above the cutout at the neck line of her blouse.

She’d worn the new pushup bra that covered her breasts just below the nipples. A few times she leaned forward intentionally so the blouse would fall away slightly from her breast. Dot wasn’t certain if Jason was able to view her nipples but found herself hoping he could view them for some perverse reason.

Dot listened as Jason explain how his education during the past twelve years, kept him from the normal life a student usually has. Jason spoke of the private schools he had attended and Dot knew they were the best and extremely expensive. "What is your girlfriend like," Dot inquired?

Watching as his face turned slightly red, he informed her, "Well, actually I don’t have one and except for dances with girls from the academy, a few blocks from the private school I attended, I really didn’t date."

This surprised Dot as she noted Jason was handsome and noted his physique was excellent. Judging him to be around six-one in height and most likely around 175 pounds, she wondered why some cute girl hadn’t snagged him. Anything this good should have lots of girlfriends. "Don’t you date or at least go to the movies with girls you know?" she inquired.

"Not really, sometimes I took the girl who lived next door in White Plains, to a movie or concert, but I’m somewhat shy around my peer group. Especially in social atmospheres where, as you are probably aware, you couple off as boy-girl. I’m embarrassed to say this, but I’m likely the only boy from White Plains that hasn’t been with a girl. Physically with a girl, perhaps I should clarify," Jason realized he may have spoken improperly, and then added, "Perhaps I shouldn’t have stated that to you and I’m sorry for my comment," Jason exclaimed.

Dot listened as Jason discussed how he enjoyed girls, but never developed lasting relationships, and she believed his desire for an education, plus his intelligence, demanded considerable time spent in studies, because of his parents desire for him to excel.

When Jason asked about her husband, she replied direct and assuredly with more insight into her own private world than she normally would. Not even her closest friends, or with Nora her sister, did Dot discuss her failed marriage. Now Dot was telling an eighteen-yearold boy, who she had known only for a short period of time, her innermost secrets.

"For the past twelve years I’ve been single. My exhusband and I were divorced after I found him enjoy the ripeness of our 16-year-old baby sitter. Jason, I can’t believe I’m telling you this as I’ve never spoken to another person, why my marriage broke apart."

Jason listened as Dot explained about finding her husband and the girl together in her bed. "The day I found them together, I had to teach a late class as a fill-in for another instructor at the university. Being as how it was just after 12:00 noon, I thought I’d go home and freshen up before returning back to the university for the 6:00 P.M. class. I entered our home, walked into our bedroom to shower, and you can imagine my shock in finding my husband being intimate with the neighbor girl who babysat for us."

"That must have been horrible for you, Dot. Were the police notified due to the young age of the girl or what happened?" Jason asked.

"No, Jeff was only too happy to give me everything and not chance his having sex with an underage girl brought up in a divorce. In fact, you wouldn’t believe how he begged me when he jumped up from the bed as I screamed when I saw him with Kelsy," I’d replied to Jason’s question.

"Jason, I still laugh when memories of how Jeff looked with his erection and little Kelsy lay with her legs spread wide open. She was so scarred she peed a little as she lay on my bed."

Finally I informed Jason that we should probably leave so those standing and waiting to be seated could have a table. As we walked from the building I asked Jason, "Would you like to stop at my place and we can chat some more and I’ll fix us a bite to eat, if you’re hungry."

After eating a quick meal of chicken salad, we sat in my living room and talked about every subject under the sun. Jason was impressed with my being a physician and that I taught as well. While we spoke, I noticed he was constantly looking at my legs as if he was trying to see up my skirt.

Why I curled my left leg up under me so it would expose my legs and maybe more, I wasn’t certain what he could view under my skirt? I felt giddy as a teenage girl trying to seduce a boy she likes. For an hour we remained in what was likely a heightened sexual, and tension filled relationship as I moved my legs so Jason could get, I was certain, a view of my pantyhose covered public area.

What the reasons was for being this bold I’ll likely never know but after being divorced for so long I wanted to feel desired by a male. Albeit Jason was only 18, telling me over coffee, he’d never engaged in sex. My reasoning tells me I wanted to tease a 18-year-old and see if he found an older woman attractive. Especially this older woman, now that I look back on the past afternoon and for me, my first sexual intercourse in 12 years.

While I teased Jason, it became oblivious he was suffering ever young guy’s affliction of being erect. I found it exciting to make him unable to suppress his firmness without some type of sexual release. Jason either was going to masturbate or have sex somehow. Another alternative is for the young male to become so excited, he will ejaculate within his undershorts from just the desire or idea of having sex.

Sometime around six in the afternoon, Jason said he guessed he’d best leave as his parents would start worrying about him. As I rose from the sofa on which I was seated, I swung my legs out and then down, and in doing so knew my complete pubic area had flashed Jason. Jason’s face turned a slight red as he didn’t drop his starring at me.

Walking over to where he was seated I looked down at him and asked, "Did you ever view the movie, The Graduate, with the character, Mrs. Robinson, Jason?"

His face was flushed and he replied, "Dot, that is one of my favorite movies of all times. I’ve watched it so many times I’ve lost count. I have it on VHS and DVD. My mother has a friend who reminds me of that character in the movie."

Where my boldness came from and more importantly why, I will undoubtedly never know. Nor do I really concern myself with why I acted as such, as I placed my foot on the edge of the chair Jason was seated in, and pretended to adjust my pantyhose. In doing so, it hiked my skirt upward as I pulled up on my hose. Then I asked Jason, "Do I remind you of Mrs. Robinson?"

Slowly I drew my skirt higher, then dropped my foot onto the carpet, as I did, Jason starred at my torso, and his hand reached out and rested lightly on my thigh as I stood in front of him. My mind was fogged over. Since finding Jeff with Kelsy, I’d never known any desire for sex, absolutely none. Now I was tempting a teenage boy and thought I was crazy.

Watching Jason’s face, I again placed my foot on the edge of the chair in which he was seated. Except this time I placed it between his legs. "What would, your wish could happen between us, Jason?"

His mouth opened, and Jason was unable to speak or concerned he make the wrong comment, or his hand would be slapped away from where he had placed it on the top of my leg. Then Jason was squeezing the insides of my right thigh, near my sex. "Jason, perhaps you should call your parents and tell them your visiting friends and will be late. Or if you’re afraid, I won’t be mad if you decide to leave and go home instead."

"Where’s the phone?" Jason asked in chocking whispers as if he was afraid to say more than a few words.

I wondered if he really was a virgin or coning me. The reality that I was leading this young boy into sex, made me wonder about my overt actions. Whatever was creating the need for my turning on this boy didn’t provide me with clear answers. I attempted to sort out the reality of my actions, and only one answer appeared in my mind. That was Jason’s attempt to view under my dress at the present time and his trying to look down my blouse at the coffee shop. Somewhere in my fogged over mind I knew I must stop this silliness. Watching Jason as he called his parents I saw his erection straining against his slacks.

"Hi dad, just speaking with a friend I met at the coffee shop and we may go to a movie," Jason was telling his dad. It was easy to hear the excitement in his voice and I wondered if his father could as well? Finally he told his father goodbye and turned to face me.

Now my body experienced a strange sensation as the fear of the unknown crossed through my mind. The idea of having sex after so long a time, made me more apprehensive than when I gave Martin McDaniels my virginity shortly after my seventeenth birthday. Today seemed to have been a synced day in my biorhythm from the time I dressed to go for coffee. While getting dressed, I’d selected the new skirt and blouse I was wearing, though I had purchased it for an informal luncheon at the university later in the month. Something seemed to have filled me with the prospect of adventure as I had dressed carefully.

"Jason perhaps we..." I commenced to tell him we needed to forget this silliness as he walked toward me after speaking with his father. My mind was directing me to stop this craziness and remember I was a forty-nineyear-old woman, and Jason was an innocent eighteenyear-old. That Jason was a virgin that... I couldn’t finish the sentence.

Jason stood three feet in front of me, and it was certain neither of us knew what, nor how, to finalize the seduction of the other. For a minute of two we just looked at each other. Then Jason made the initial move to finish what both of us started earlier in the afternoon. No kissing, hugging or even saying anything, occurred between us. Jason simply reached out and his right hand lightly gripped my left breast, and I felt his hand shake nervously. There was no doubt in my mind that this young boy was still a virgin.

My thoughts were confused when Jason cupped my breast. First, the mores of social behavior told me I must stop my foolishness. Then I remembered how a fellow doctor, at a party, had grabbed my breast, and for a brief moment, I allowed him to squeeze my breasts. This had occurred about six months after my divorce. This isn’t right, I must stop myself before this proceeds further, I thought again. What would my fellow staff members say if they discovered I seduced an eighteen-year-old boy? What happened next totally caught me off guard.

"Oh, Jason, don’t squeeze so hard." I responded to his gripping my breast so hard, it hurt. As I spoke, he had got onto his knees and slipped both hands up under my skirt and onto my hips. Somehow I must stop this as I felt him moving his face across my stomach and moving one hand between my thighs. I became scarred of what I was doing but didn’t wish to stop my madness. Deep deep in my mind I wanted to take this boy into my body. Especially as his face and now his lips, were kissing my legs through my pantyhose. I could feel the warmth of Jason’s breath through the silk like material.

Had Jason lied to me about being a virgin or had he at least performed oral sex with a girl before today? "Tell me the truth Jason, have you kissed a girl between her legs, or why are you in front of me kissing my stomach and legs?"

"Never, I’ve never done this before but I want to with you. I looked up your skirt and saw your legs and it created an urge to kiss them. I’ll stop, and I’m sorry for my indecent actions. Forgive me, please, Dot?" As he spoke, he stood up and stepped back about two steps with a painful expression on his face.

Softly I spoke to Jason as I reached out to him, "Would you like to make love with me, you sweet and handsome young man?"

Hardly had I asked the question, than Jason moved forward and hugged me tightly, and in an almost tearful voice said, "Never would I have thought this would happen to me but if you let me make love to you Dot, I’ll try to make you happy." Then Jason added, "You’ll need to help me as I’ve never done it before,"

"Come with me," as I took his hand leading him down the hallway and into my bedroom. Looking around the room I couldn’t help but think I also may need help. My thoughts were, do I undress in front of him, change into a robe in the bathroom and then come to him? Should I let him undress me? Perhaps I should undress him.

After being without social dating skills for the12 years I was married and another 13 years after being divorced, it scarred me to think about being undressed in front of a man, even if Jason was only eighteen.

Sex does not necessarily judge its actions based on age, as a physician, I knew. Also not having sex after so long a time, with anyone but my husband, in all those years, created even more uncertainly within me.

"Do you wish to undress privately in the bathroom, or would you like me to watch you disrobe in my presence, Jason?" I asked him.

"May I watch as you undress, and I will while you do?" Jason responded as he started to remove his shirt and kick off his loafers.

Slowly I removed my clothing, my eyes never left Jason as he disrobed in front of me. When he slipped from his under shorts, my eyes filled with wonder at how erect and tall his penis stood outward from his groin. Jason’s penis was larger than my ex-husband’s I saw as it appeared to my view. I watched it appear so firm, with a slight curve to the left, as he pulled his shorts down over his legs.

"You’re a very handsome young man and you can be sure girls will enjoy what you have down there," I told Jason.

At this point I was standing in only my bra and pantyhose. Jason’s eyes never left me and I unsnapped the front hook bra and playfully tossed it to him. This I did so I didn’t look quite so silly removing my pantyhose. They make a woman look so ungraceful when removing them off, or even putting them on. I always hated for my ex to watch me put on or remove my pantyhose. Surely they were invented by a man.

I stood straight and spread my legs slightly as I let Jason take in the sight of his first nude female. Even if I was older than his mother I saw he enjoyed the view and his erection actually bounced as he became more aroused.

"Jason, lets take a shower together, as we’ve been out and that will help us both relax before we share a moment of a lifetime between us." Smiling, I informed Jason, "You must know it is almost like a first time for myself as well."

Studying the young face I spoke softly, "Jason, I hope you’ll never regret this do not answer that and would you like to share a warm shower together?"

"You’re really pretty, Dot, and you’re older than my mother, but you look younger and hope you don’t think I’m unnatural, for never being with a girl before, you don’t do you?"

"That isn’t unnatural, Jason, and thanks, I think, but you mustn’t compare me with your mother." Then I added, "And don’t remind me of my age or I may just spank you." The next question I have no idea why I asked," Have you viewed your mother undressed and if you did, how did that happen, Jason?"

"When we lived in White Plains, we had a very large jacuzzi and sometimes mom and sat in the swirling water nude together." Hesitating, Jason continued, "Not always, but we were never embarrassed when we saw the other’s nude."

Smiling at his honesty, I laughed and asked him pointedly, "Did she ever see that hard thing of yours standing up like it is now?"

Jason blushed and told me, "Once, just before we moved here to the city, we were in the jacuzzi, and as I got out of the water to go after cokes, and I didn’t think about being erect." Jason’s face seemed to turn red as he told me, "When I stood up, mom looked at me, and told me, I was getting to be a big boy and the girls better watch out."

After a few minutes of talking and laughing together under the shower, I took a bottle of body lotion and poured some in my hand. Then I lathered Jason’s shoulders and stomach with the smooth lotion. Slowly I moved my hands down until I was stroking all around his erection but staying only in the hair surrounding his penis. Gently letting the sides of my hands and fingers touch his excited engorged organ.

I watched as it jerked as my hands brushed along the sides and base of his beautiful sex object. Looking into Jason’s face, I saw his eyes were shut and his hips begin to move back and forth, attempting to move his erection so it would push against my body.

Looking at his erection I saw Jason must be ready to ejaculate, and this I didn’t want him to do. If I was going to take this young man for his first sex, then I wanted him to come inside my body and not all over me and washed from my body and down the drain. "Don’t come, Jason. Wait, follow me," I told him as I turned off the shower, took his hand, leading us soaking wet to my bed.

Lying on my back, I pulled Jason on top of me and reached between us and grasped his testicles in my hand. I squeezed them slightly to retard his desire to ejaculate. Jason moaned out that it hurt and hearing him say that, I moved my hand onto his engorged penis. Then guided Jason’s firm manhood to the entrance of my vulva. My voice cried out from the contact of a male’s hard erection against my labia and clitoris for the first time in over twelve years. "NO! Oh Jason, shove into me, push your hardness inside me."

"YES! OH MY GOD!" I cried out as my body accepted a male organ deeply inside me for the first time, in much too long of time.

Looking back to those short six hours or so, it is impossible to say if I did or did not climax when Jason first entered my vagina. Whatever happened when Jason’s fairly large, and young firm member passed through both my major and minor labia, I felt like a truck had hit me.

As for Jason, I still vividly recall feeling him tremble as he drove completely within the core of my sex. Feeling him shudder as he went off as he moved inward and outward perhaps twice or three times, and the soulful sounds he uttered for his first come inside a woman, I’ll likely remember until I’m no longer able to breathe.

"Ooooohhhhh, oh Dot, ooohhh, I’m... Oh Dot," his voice lost in his feelings in the act of copulation for the first time in his being. Jason seemed to sob as if he was crying. after he went off for his first time during intercourse.

My arms moved around his back and I held him to me. "Lay still, Jason and enjoy the feeling I know is going through your body even yet." Then I told my youthful lover, "I feel my young man trembling as he lies on me and inside me, also."

After a very short time I could feel Jason commence to move slightly back and forth for the contact that can only be felt, but I’m unable to describe. The feeling of a man’s sexual organ as it moves along the sides of a woman’s vaginal lips and brushes the clitoris in its travels I’ve never been able to describe. Several times I could remember my ex-husband and I talking about this feeling. He could never understand why I was unable to describe and tell him what I felt from the sexual contact.

"Dot, is it ok if I do it again?" Jason asked after a few firm strokes of making love to me.

Feeling him move and the fact it assuredly was truly fantastic for me and I realized Jason still hadn’t become knowledgeable after his first time lasted less than half a minute. But that didn’t bother me as I took a young man for his first time and it seemed like mine.

"Tell me Jason, does it feel good? Do it however you want, my lover," I told him so he would know he was making me feel good and his confidence wouldn’t suffer from his lack of experience. Jason’s manhood was a very good size and larger than any I’d ever had. Then again I had only known four others and one of them was my husband’s.

Using my hands I begin to somewhat push against his hips in various ways so he begins to realize how to move his penis all around for the pleasure of the woman and himself. Without saying a word, I felt Jason movements become stranger and faster. He learned very fast how to move in and out in various strokes and speed. Much to my surprise Jason lasted several minutes before he went off the second time.

My own body was bucking and sliding all around the bed as I felt Jason building. The need to climax didn’t develop for me this time, but I needed to move and rub my hands over his back and grip his hips. "Let it come Jason, squirt off in me. I want you to come, Jason. Oh yes, come in me Jason."

"I’m doing it again, oh Dot!"

"Yes... Yes, oh Dot... I’m coming in you, Dot!" his words spilled from his lips as he pumped his come into my body.

For a few minutes I held Jason on top of me. Finally I moved him off me, telling him I’d hurry back and walked into the bathroom to pee. My legs felt somewhat weak and I needed a few minutes alone with myself to figure out what I had just done. What if his parents found out. I was worried Jason would tell his friends and it would get back to the university.

Before going back into the bedroom, I freshened my makeup, brushed my hair, and splashed on White Diamonds. I started to wipe between my legs but when I felt Jason’s virgin ejaculations were leaking from my vagina, I decided to enjoy the wetness of a man’s sexual fluids in and on my body after so many years.

Looking at myself in the vanity mirror over the bathroom sink, I saw myself, and how radiant looking I appeared, and a funny smile reflected back at me from the mirrored image. A small twinkle showed from the corner of my eyes. Before I started feeling guilty, I returned to the bed where Jason lay watching me as I joined him on the bed.

Climbing onto the bed, I sat with my back propped against the headboard and moved my arms down and pulled Jason’s head onto my lap. I had splashed a lot of perfume on my pubic hair and knew Jason was inhaling the aroma. "Tell me Jason, are you happy and satisfied and was it like you thought sex would be your first time?"

"Oh yes, yes, it was wonderful Dot, and I liked feeling how you felt under me and it seemed so hot inside your thing. I’m so glad that you were my first, Dot. I think I love you," Jason told me as he begins to lightly kiss my stomach.

Reaching down I pulled his mouth to my right breast, instructing him, "Suck my nipples Jason, but be gentle."

Shortly after Jason started nursing at my nipple I felt him move his fingers onto my sex. Jason scooted me around until we were laying side-by-side. After a few minutes of talking and his continuing to stroke my sex, I was ready for him to take me.

With no request from me, Jason moved atop me and as he eased inside my sex he worked slow and altered between deep strokes and then just in the edge of my sex. My body started wanting him and I was crying out for him to take me deep and hard. Jason knew how to make me desire him, and this was only his third time to have sex. Deep in the recesses of my mind I tried to find a time when I had felt as I did now. No one had ever taken me like this eighteen-year-old boy was doing now. I felt the need to climax and I was building hard and fast.

Somehow Jason had found how to make me wants sex with him and he was so good in his love making this time. Just then I felt Jason moving faster and he cried out, "I’m gonna come, Dot," and as Jason went off, I sobbed out and did as well.

"Jason, I’m coming, oh god I’m there. Do it Jason, do it, come in me again!"

"GOD I WANT TO COME! God Jason, it is so good, oh Baby," I cried out in my release as I gave up my orgasm to him.

Within ten or fifteen minutes we were again making love. Jason seemed not get enough and I wasn’t about to ask him to stop. But my body was becoming sore, yet I wanted more from this young man. For three more hours we engaged in some sort of sexual release for both of us. At one point I performed oral sex on Jason, even though I hardly ever had done so on my ex. Jason even wanted to do it with me, so he got his first taste of a woman and got me off after about eight or nine minutes.

Finally, I got Jason to take a shower with me, but without soap, and then I kissed him goodbye and let him out the door. As he walked down the hallway to the elevator, I saw him turn, and he blew me a goodbye kiss. I knew it was childish, but after all, Jason was only eighteen.

Turning out the bedside lamp, I curled up on my left side and looked out at the night sky through the open bedroom drapes. The feelings I had wasn’t of remorse but rather of surprise and hated to admit even to myself, the desire to have Jason again to nestle between my thighs.

Somewhere, so deep within my physic I couldn’t explain where to my self, lay a frightened woman whose sexual desires had been released for the first time ever. I felt tears fill my eyes when remembering the intensity of my sexual climax. Never had o uttered words of barbaric phrases during sex before with her husband or any of the people I had made love with.

Pulling my legs up even tighter against my chest, reached my arms downward and clasped and my bent legs as firmly to my torso as possible. Feeling so alive and yet extremely unsure of myself, my body seemed to continue quivering as it had during the intense pleasure Jason had produced deep inside me. Sobbing ever so lightly, I finally went to sleep.

Awaking the next morning, I found it was nearly eight o’clock and I was due to be at the college for my first class at nine. Rising from the bed, my body seemed to be tense and sore, and between my legs even more so. Never before, had I felt her Mons Venus and vagina feel like they were bruised and battered after having sex with my ex-husband and the other few sexual encounters I had during my teenage years.