The Kindling of a Flame

"Yes." I wanted to shout it. To declare my overwhelming need. It came as a pathetic whisper.

"Okay. Promise me you'll tell no one."

"I won't. Promise."

Hell. Was she going to show me her tits?

"I'm trusting you. This could get me into so much trouble."

I could see her cheeks reddening as I waited, not believing what might happen next.

Anne moved under the blanket, straightening her back as if posing, then she let the comfy material fall to her waist. I think my eyes popped at the sight of her breasts. Two perfect milky white mounds, hanging like large teardrops against her chest. Small pink nipples topped them, growing under my amazed gaze.

"Wow." I managed.

Now I knew what a C cup actually meant. And I wasn't disappointed.

I couldn't stand it any longer and shifted my position, taking the opportunity to move my cock from its entrapment. My pants hardly contained it now. Her eyes flicked down. She knew what I was doing but I didn't care. How could I when she was showing me her tits.

"They're fantastic. Perfect."

I didn't know what else to say. They were perfect. Soft inviting flesh gently rising and falling on shuddered nervous breaths. Her nipples were hard now, pointing at me like little accusing digits.

"Thank you."

She pushed the blanket away completely and stretched her long legs out, flexing her toes just short of where I sat.

"I'm warm now.

Aren't you warm?"

I just stared. Her legs were just as perfect. Smooth unblemished flesh, her thighs framing the tiny triangle of material that hid her most secret place. It was thin and tight. I could see the line of her snatch, and a darker patch, her minge showing through. I think my mouth probably just hung open. She was better, more beautiful than any naked girl I'd seen in a picture or movie.

"I can image how uncomfortable you feel."

She glanced down to where my groin still remained hidden from her sight before looking back and smiling.

"Would you like me to help you out?" Her voice was shuddering, as nervous as me.

"Please."

I pushed the blanket away, happy for her to see my bulging cock. Please, touch me, end my agony, was all I could think, still unsure if it would really happen.

Anne shuffled closer, until she could reach out and put her hand on my thigh. It was electric.

"You can touch me if you want."

I did. I so did. I reached up with both hands cupping her tits, testing their firmness. Anne quivered, snatching her breaths. Her hand moved higher rubbing over my cock through my underpants.

"Oh God."

I was squirming. Desperate to have it rubbed. Certain I would cum as soon as she touched it properly.

"Show me." She whispered.

Half an hour ago I was to embarrassed to take my trousers off. Now I didn't hesitate. I hooked my pants with my thumbs and pulled them down, unhooking them from my feet and chucking them to the side. My cock bounced free, throbbing and jerking under its own power.

"You're big.

I thought you would be.

I notice things too you know."

I gasped loudly as she put her hand around it and pulled my skin back onto my shaft. My whole body quivered and my cock ached with its hardness.

"You like that?"

"Yeah."

"Say if you want to stop."

"I don't."

Stop? Why the hell would I want her to stop? I had her tits in my hands again. Warm flesh that filled my palms. I squeezed, delighting in the tremors that rushed through her body. I didn't ever want to let go of them.

Her hand started up and down my cock. Slow and gentle, up over my crown sending the same tremors through me.

"Everyone needs an education. Let me teach you about girls.

I can show you how to make love if you like?"

My cock burned, leaking the first sticky juice onto her fingers.

"Tell me what to do."

Bright green eyes held my attention and I became a willing student.

"Lay back."

A hand pressed on my chest and I went down as Anne manoeuvred herself over my legs and put her head down.

"Oh fuck."

Lips I'd dreamed about so often closed over my tip, then rode down my meat. A hand squeezed my balls while another traced a line up the inside of my thigh. I watched her tits swing under her. Hard nipples pointing downwards. Nothing I had fantasied came close to what I was experiencing.

She lifted her head.

"Cum when you're ready. I know you won't be able to hang on long the first time.

I'll keep you hard and then we can do it."

My biggest fear was gone and I relaxed, enjoying the sensation of Anne's warm mouth on me. I felt I should be doing something in return but I wasn't sure what beyond what would just become an inexperienced grope. I forgot about it, becoming lost to the feelings she was creating. My cock throbbed, hurting. Her lips rode back up to my crown as her tongue started to tease my tip. The sensation was unbearable.

"Uhhh."

I came hard. Cum tore up my shaft and broke free. My cock danced in her mouth and I felt more of my seed bursting forth. Anne just carried on back down my shaft and up again. A hand followed it, as her other rubbed over my balls. My cum leaked from her mouth and coated me, covering her hand. She just carried on oblivious to the mess. I'd be busy cleaning up if I'd been on my own but with Anne it became a glorious addition to our love making.

"Fuck."

I gasped for breath already feeling my cock harden again. I was in heaven.

Anne sat up and moved higher over me, taking my hands and placing them on her thighs.

"That was your first blow job.

Now. Caress me. Gently."

I stoked her flesh as I looked down to see her pull her panties to the side. I squeezed her with my fingers to convince myself she was real, almost terrified she'd vanish into a wisp of smoke.

I saw her pussy. Soft wrinkly ruby lips that lined a pink slit. I could see a line of her juice glistening. Just above a small patch of neatly trimmed hair. Then she was guiding my cock into her and the material sprung back to obscure my view.

Her pussy gripped me, pulling me in and squeezing me. Hot and slippery. It felt wonderful.

Anne began rolling her hips, working my cock inside her. All I could think was 'I'm fucking her. I'm fucking Anne'.

"That's wonderful." She said.

"So hard."

She leant forward onto her hands so that her face was only a short way from mine. Her hair fell forward like a curtain and I lifted my head to kiss her. She parted her lips and I found her tongue pushing into mine. I followed, unsure if I was getting it right until our tongues danced, entwining in a wet embrace. I reached up to find a tit that gently rode over her rib cage. I found her nipple, pinching it, then gently pulling on it. The tiny shudders in her body told me I was getting it right.

All the while she rode up and down on my cock, becoming more energetic with each stroke.

I could feel the heat emanating from her body. I smelt her perfume mixing with the smell of our sex. A sweet mixture of musk and flowers that hung in the heated air of the fire and assaulted my senses. It drove me even wilder.

Her face broke away from mine and she gasped for breaths.

"Uhhh."

I felt her shudder and she lost her rhythm.

"Aw fuck."

She stopped and just quivered. I knew I'd just made my first girl, woman, orgasm. And it was Anne.

She opened her eyes and stared down at me.

"Now fuck me."

She lifted herself and I used my hips to power my aching cock into her. As fast and as hard as I could. I held my breath as I felt myself getting close. It felt tight and warm, muscles gripping me and pulling me in. Slippery without being slimy, like wearing a snug glove, or riding on warm oil.

"Uhhh fuck."

I came almost as hard as the first time, feeling my seed filling her hole and making my last few thrusts slide with even more ease.

"Christ. Fuck."

This time I felt emptied and my cock started to soften.

"Thank you.

That was fantastic."

I felt elated. Happier than I'd ever felt. And so grateful.

Anne lifted herself from me and rolled onto the floor. I turned, still unable not to touch her flesh. I stoked her arm, up over her shoulder and down across her tit. It was hard not to just grab it and squeeze but I kept it tender.

Anne gave tiny tremors at my touch and took deep breaths. I studied her sweet face. I'd looked at her features so often before, but now I didn't need to look away when she saw me. This time I was just inches away and this time her cheeks were flushed from fucking. My fucking of her.

"I need a drink."

Anne sat up as her senses returned.

"Do you want tea?"

"Yes please."

"Wait there."

I lay back as I was treated to the view of her standing up and walking towards the kitchen in just her panties.

"The snow's stopped."

She called back.

Outside it was dull but the clouds were a lighter, less threatening grey.

"I should think about getting home before it starts again." I replied lacking enthusiasm.

I looked around at her home. Modern and comfortable, tidy. I imagined myself living here with Anne as my wife.

"I'll make us something to eat first."

When she returned she passed me a mug of tea and pulled the blanket around herself again.

"You can never tell anyone about this. I'll lose my job."

I could see the fear in her face. It wasn't surprising. Any lad would want to shout it from the roof tops. But I wasn't like that. I didn't seek the approval of my friends or feel the need to tell them how much of a man I was.

"I promise. No one will ever know."

Anne put her pullover on again and made us jacket potatoes in the microwave. There was something magical about seeing her tits move unrestrained under the material and I was grateful she didn't cover her legs.

But the fear and confusion at her behaviour was evident as she avoided mentioning what we'd done. Instead she talked about the weather, then her boy as if to remind me she was married.

Finally it was time for me to leave. I pulled my coat on and braced myself for the icy blast of the walk home.

"Can I see you again?" I ventured, no longer happy to avoid the obvious.

Anne looked down, struggling with her thoughts.

"I don't know. We shouldn't have done it..."

I held her and she didn't object. But I could feel her slipping away from me. I wanted to argue but I wasn't stupid. I understood what she'd risked and I knew behaving like a dejected kid would guarantee it never happened again.

"I'd really like to." I said.

"But I'll walk away if that's what you want."

Could I? It was the right thing to do. But I prayed she wouldn't ask it if me.

Anne didn't answer me directly, instead fingers squeezed into my arm.

"We'll see.

Now get home before the snow starts again."

She kissed me warmly on the lips.

"Whatever happens... it was... great." She said.

I saw the genuine sadness in her eyes and knew she meant it. Anne drew a breath and forced herself back to her usual jovial self.

"Now go. Get yourself home before it gets dark."

There was something magical about the realisation I had actually fucked a girl for the first time. That it was a real woman with experience and not some fumbling girl hardly out of childhood made it all the more so. I knew my parents would probably be horrified that their little boy had been seduced by someone so much older, but I didn't see it that way at all.

For me it was a dream achieved. Anne was the woman I'd fantasied about for nearly two years. The woman who almost daily filled my thoughts as surely as I filled rolls of tissue with my cum imagining my hand was hers. I was ready to pack my things and run away with her to a new life, if only she'd ask me.

But I wasn't so naive to think it could happen just like that. I would play it cool and take my time. First I had to impress her and show that I was grown up. Prove to her that I was a better choice than her husband. I mused over that thought for a moment, then realised as much as I wanted us to be together I also just wanted to fuck her again and again.

By Monday the snow was just a brown dirty mush on the roads, spraying out from the tyres of carefully moving traffic as I walked into school. Great heaps of drifted snow sat against walls and fences in blocks of solid ice that would take days to melt. And the skies had turned from the picturesque winter post card scene to a bitter drizzle that felt more unpleasant than the blizzard.

None of it concerned me. All I had on my mind was getting through Maths, then History and reaching lunch time. Anne would be as pleased to see me. We'd arrange another meeting. Another afternoon of sex.

The lessons stretched into an eternity, longer than the weekend. Equations followed by the Indian Mutiny. It was hard to concentrate with an aching cock that refused to lay flat and a head full of possibilities.

Then finally I saw her again.

"Hello Anne."

"Hi.

Help me with the water jugs please."

I picked up a heavy tray loaded with filled jugs and followed her as she placed them on tables and cleared away the empty ones.

Anne behaved completely normal, as though Friday hadn't happened. I felt deflated, wondering if it had all been a dream.

As the days went on I settled into the idea it'd been a one off and that it'd never be mentioned again. I think there was more of a warmth from her than before, but it could just as easily have been wishful thinking. Which ever it was, Anne remained intent on making sure she behaved purely professionally. I was the Sixth-form Prefect and she was the dinner time help. That was it. Craig was oblivious and he certainly never noticed a change in either of us.

I settled back into my school work and returned to admiring Anne from afar. She still filled my dreams, more vividly than before. And when we had another small flurry of snow before spring broke I almost lost my mind wishing for it to be knee deep by lunch time. To my disappointment it only succeeded in turning the grass playing fields a pristine shade of white before vanishing in the rain by home time.

So that was it. Everything back to how it had been with no hope. At least until out of the blue Anne surprised me.

"Are you free Saturday morning?" She asked as she furiously wiped a table.

My heart jumped and I wondered if I'd heard her right. She'd hadn't even made eye contact when she spoke.

"Saturday? Yes."

"Jim's doing overtime and Terry's staying over at his Nan's." She said hurriedly.

"Come round about nine.

Don't be obvious."

Anne moved away carrying on with wiping the tables as though we'd said nothing special.

This was it. I was going to fuck her again. Christ it was only Wednesday. How was I going to make it to Saturday?

Don't be obvious Anne had said. I took my bike instead of dads car and with a pounding excitement I peddled across the estate. I must have rode past the house twice checking her husbands car wasn't there before finally returning and putting it up the side out of view. All the while I was running scenarios in my head in case he opened the door. What could I say? I even considered fighting him to win Anne. I decided on 'wrong house'.

I breathed a sigh of relief when it was Anne that greeted me and ushered me in quickly.

"I was worried you wouldn't come."

She hugged me.

"Of course I was going to come."

Her mouth found mine and we kissed. A deep warm caress of our lips and I finally accepted it I wasn't dreaming. When we parted a line of spittle momentarily linked our lips as we looked at each other.

"Come up stairs. We'll go in the spare room. I can change the sheets after and Jim will never know."

I followed eagerly, my shyness with her a distant memory as now I was keen to show I was a man. I grabbed her in the door way, planting my lips on hers again and backing her to the bed. My cock was hard as steel, pushing at her groin through her clothing. I could feel her tits, soft padding against my chest that sent tingles of desire raging through me.

Anne fell backwards, bouncing onto the bed with me on top of her. Legs came up behind my back and I ground my hips into her trying to alleviate the burning in my meat. I was pulling at her top desperate to find those soft mounds again while her hands explored my body, pulling at my shirt.

"I missed you." I muttered.

I uncovered my target, excited by the lack of a bra and closed my mouth around a nipple. I'm not sure what I expected. Candy floss and jelly maybe. But it tasted like skin. Warm sweet skin none the less. And her hard little nipple felt tender, hotter still, between my lips. I caressed it, sucking and nibbling with my teeth, delighting at every jerk in her body knowing I was causing them.

Finally she lifted my head and wriggled from under me.

"I want to teach you something new."

"Show me. Teach me everything."

I instantly found myself slipping back into the role of student waiting eagerly for instruction.

"Help me with my jeans.

I guided her denims down those silky legs taking every opportunity to touch them and caress her flesh. Then she pulled her feet in and unhooked her panties. I stared in anticipation as they came over her knees and down to her feet. Then they were gone.

As her legs came back down onto the bed and spread around me I was greeted by the holy grail or every teenage wish. My first real clear view of her vagina, her pussy. It looked like a puffy eye, tightly closed without eye lashes. A paper cut of a slit lined by small, delicate deeply coloured flaps. And above it sat a tiny welcome mat of trimmed pubic hair, just a little darker brown than the hair on her head.

"Don't stare."

She whispered.

"Kiss it. Use your lips. And your tongue."

I almost exploded my load there and then faced with such an exquisite vision and the thought that I would taste her.

"You want me to lick you?"

"Yes." She laughed.

"Eat me out."

I tore my shirt off and my head went down. I planted tiny kisses on the tops of her thighs, then around her slit. I determined to take my time and not give in to the over enthusiasm of my youth. This was my chance to prove I was a lover worthy of her. I didn't want to mess it up.

Eventually I couldn't wait any longer before claiming my prize.

Drawing my tongue up her slit I tasted her.

Anne bucked.

"Oh fuck."

Silky viscous juice coated my tongue. Sweet with a hint of saltiness. It was almost impossible to describe. What I did know was I wanted more. This time I parted her crack, pushing into her wet warm place. Such soft pliable flesh.

"Take your time." She whispered.

I tried. Every part of me screamed that I should just push my face into her and bite down on her flesh as though it was a juicy ripe tomato. But I kept my cool and concentrated on exploring her velvet crevices, taking time to excite her.

"Oh. That's it.

Now use your fingers."

I did as she asked. Pushing two fingers into her while continuing with my tongue. Her hand came down and she took hold of mine, guiding it so that I touched her just right. For a few minutes she let me play, delighting in pure enjoyment. Then she wanted more.

"Now take your trousers off and lay down."

I was shaking with need as I striped away the last of my clothes and laid back on the bed. Anne swung her leg over my face and her succulent pussy was at my mouth once again. But this time she had her hands around my balls, cupping them, and my cock between her lips.

"Mmm."

I was a quivering wreck.

"You like this don't you."

"Fuck yes."

Her lips rode down my shaft again and I felt my crown rub over the roof of her mouth almost to the back of her throat. I ate her. Like a starving man I sucked at her pussy, probing as deep as I could with my tongue, lapping at her nectar as it flooded down into my mouth. My hands caressed her bum, squeezing and parting her cheeks.