The Kindling of a Flame

"Find my button."

Christ. Her clit. I hadn't even thought about it. Now I searched into the folds of her hood.

"Uhhh."

Her hand began jerking me with a frenzy and I knew the tiny hot nub under my tongue was it. I flicked it. Sucked it. My hands were all over her arse, around her thighs and up under to her slit.

"I'm coming."

Her words sounded like an accolade. They told me I had her so hot she was out of control. Anne bucked, almost falling from me. Then I stretched my legs out taut and fired my load into her mouth. To me it felt like a cannon going off.

"Uhhh."

Anne sucked me clean before rolling away to lay next to me. I put my hand out, rubbing my palm over her knee and along her thigh. I just needed to touch her so much.

"How does it compare to looking at porn?" She asked out of the blue.

I coloured up and protested.

"I don't look at porn.".

"Come on. All teenage boys look at porn. So do girls."

I found it hard to imagine her watching people have sex on a computer screen or flicking through a copy of playboy.

"Did you look at porn?"

"Of course. Still do. You have a computer. I had to make do with magazines when I was your age."

"Takes so long to load up though." I relented.

"You not sneaked any videos?"

"Anne." I protested.

"Tell me."

"Okay. I've watched one."

It was more than one but I didn't want her to think I was some kind of pervert.

"Don't be so shy about it."

"You're embarrassing me."

"We've just fucked. You're laying here naked with me and you're embarrassed about admitting you've watched a dirty movie?"

She shifted position and started playing with my cock again.

"I'll let you into a secret. I watch loads of movies. It gets me in the mood."

My cock was already swelling in her hand.

"Did you watch one this morning? Before I got here?"

"No. I didn't need to. Just thinking about you gets me in the mood.

Do you know how hard it is at school. To have you helping clear the tables away and sweep up when all I want to do is take you in the broom cupboard?"

My cock was rock hard in her hand and calling to me to satisfy it inside her again.

"I feel the same. I hate it when you behave so... normally. As if this had never happened."

"I have to."

She sounded sad. But I understood. No one could know about this.

"But not today. Not here."

Anne pulled me on top of her and I slid between her parted thighs. It felt so comfortable, like we were made to be together like this forever.

"Now show me what you've learnt from your, one, dirty movie." She teased.

Back at school it was like pressing the reset button again. The days stretched into weeks without anything happening between us. Anne was on my mind when I woke and when I went to sleep. How I concentrated enough to revise is something I never grasped.

By the end of April I was climbing walls. A Level sittings we're just weeks away and I needed to know where I stood.

Craig was busy with the scissor sweep clearing the hall and I took my chance.

"When can I see you again?"

Anne looked annoyed. I knew I shouldn't be raising this in school but I had to for my sanity. She glanced about to be certain no one was about.

"I don't know.

It's wrong.

You should be with girls your own age."

"That's not what I want."

"I'm married. A mother. If Jim found out..."

"What if he did? I'd stand by you."

"And what about the school? What if one of the teachers noticed.

I'm not sure it's even legal."

"Noticed what? We're not doing anything here."

Anne didn't answer for a moment and I wondered if I'd elevated my importance a little too much.

"It's just sex. That's all it can be."

She started to walk away then stopped.

"Please don't mention it in school again.

It's not easy for me, but I'll tell you when you can come round."

She carried on walking. I knew it was to put space between us but I didn't care. I was elated. She hadn't just shut me down. We would see each other again. I felt sure.

The next time I saw her was the Saturday after my final exam. It was the last time. I didn't know it then but Anne was frightened of what we'd started. I think she feared her own desires as much as mine. Or she felt that somehow she was cheating me of my youth. Either way I remembered it as clearly as the first two times.

"I don't have long. I have to pick Terry up from his Nan's by three."

She pulled me into the front room and wrapped herself around me, kissing me with a passion. My hands were searching her body, finding every point I knew elicited a response from her. I breathed her scent in and tasted her mouth as though she was life itself.

Her hand was already inside my trousers working me and I found her tit, squeezing it, delighting in finding she was braless again.

"I need you so much."

There was an urgency about her as she tore her clothes off. I followed equally as keen. From that first nervousness of showing even my legs I'd moved to a desire to always be naked with Anne. All I wanted was to touch her, to feel her breath, to have her hands on every part of my body. To be so close that we became one.

"I want you to bang me from behind."

"Okay. Anything."

I didn't care how we did it. I just wanted my cock buried deep in her.

Anne turned away and leant over the back of the sofa presenting me with a view of her adorable arse. It looked like a love heart and I certainly loved it. And there, framed by two creamy cheeks was her pussy. A perfectly centred slit sitting on deep-pink raised flesh.

My purple crown was already seeping as I stroked it down the length of her crack.

"Ooh."

She squirmed, pushing her arse back towards me so that I just parted her neat little flaps.

"Put it in. Please."

I pressed, feeling the strength of her hole as it encompassed my cock. It slid in all the way until I was buried up to my root in a warm, wet, smooth cocoon. Every nerve down its length teased and tickled by Anne's flexing muscles as she moved.

"That feels so good."

It felt as though I could relax and just hang from my rigid cock where it was firmly planted in her.

"Do it. As hard as you can.

Fuck me."

I was a teenager. That wasn't something that was going to be a problem.

I thrust into her with all my might. Her pussy pulled my cock in and pushed it out all at once. Powerful muscles contracting and squeezing me. Flesh slapped and echoed around the room and Anne rocked over the sofa.

"Aw fuck.

More. Keep going."

Until now everything had been tender and gentle. Today it was hard, rough. And still she cried out for more.

"Faster."

My balls ached as they swung between my legs but I kept going, gasping deep breaths to feed by thighs and hips. Preying that I wouldn't be so sensitive that I'd cum too soon.

I felt her pussy clench me just as she screamed out.

"Fuuck."

Anne became a bucking, squirming stallion and it took everything I had to stay buried in that warmth until she began to calm. Now my thoughts went to satisfying the demands of my cock and I shafted her with long deep thrusts that exaggerated every sensation. Perhaps ten or fifteen powerful strokes and my crown popped.

"Uhhh. Yes."

Contractions deep in my groin forced my cum into her only for it to squelch out around my shaft with my last couple of thrusts.

I fell forward onto her exhausted, but still in need of contact. I put my hands under her and found her tits hanging freely. I caressed them, gently squeezing and kneading her flesh with my fingers.

"That was wonderful.

You can hold your own now. No more shooting your load before the girl's ready."

I wished she'd stop referring to girls as thought there would be others. There was Anne. That was all.

With hindsight I think she'd decided this was the last time. That was why she wanted it so fast and furious. A last frenzied fuck that both of us would remember. It wasn't a lesson. It was the sex of equals. Like graduating from school she was sending me on my way as an experienced lover.

On the Monday I found out I'd been dumped for the first time. It hurt.

"Settle down."

The younger classes were rowdy today. First years were always noisy but the warmer spring weather seemed to charge their energy. Craig walked along the line trying to dominate them with his height and authority.

Where was Anne? I'd scanned the hall and kitchens but there was no sign of her.

"Do your tie up." I heard Craig snap at someone.

I didn't really care.

"Okay. You can go through and join the queue." I said.

That started another rush that Craig didn't even try to control. I still couldn't see Anne. My heart was jumping.

"Sir. Where's Anne?" I asked a passing teacher.

"Is she sick?"

"She left."

"What. Why?"

"Don't worry. We have a new lady starting Monday.

This is your last week anyway. So why worry about it."

The teacher walked away as if that solved everything. I was devastated. Anne was the only woman I wanted. I was nothing without her. Hormones raged through me and I felt close to tears.

With my exams over, attending school was a bit hit and miss. There was no reason to be there. Instead I filled my last few days in the library wallowing in self pity and dreaming about what could be.

I rode past her house nearly every day for weeks after, hoping to catch sight of her. Once I borrowed my dads car and sat waiting at the end of the road, hoping she'd just walk past. She didn't.

Just a week later, with Anne having closed the door to me I left school for the final time and started work. A job in a plastics firm as a packer. It wasn't what I intended long term but it paid good money and filled a space while I waited for my A-Level results.

It also surrounded me with an ocean of young girls eager to test my boyfriend potential. In a matter of weeks I'd dated and fucked four of them, putting Anne's training to excellent use. Of course I stupidly lied to each of them just to sink my cock in fresh pussy and never considered that they would talk to each other. By the time I left the company towards Christmas I was a pariah with a reputation for using and discarding them that wasn't going away.

It was another lesson that I quickly learnt and by the time I started my career in the bank I was more careful to take a girls feelings into consideration and not just head for the nearest dark parking spot after a date.

That was how I ended up with Janice. I don't think I ever loved her. We just sort of fell into dating and carried on. She was pretty and fun. Loyal and loving. She was even great in bed. The adventurous sort willing to do most things. But at the back of my mind was always Anne. A memory slipping into the distance like a fading shadow, but always present.

It didn't stop me going through the motions and by the time I was twenty three I'd married Jan and we were moving into our first home. Both of us had careers that were surging ahead. Money and material possessions became our goal over children. For that I was thankful and it made things easier when the time came.

I don't think Jan was ever unfaithful to me. I couldn't be sure but it seemed unlikely. I can't claim to have shown her the same loyalty. For seven years I was dutiful but always conscious I was missing something. Then I moved banks and found Alicja working as a clerk. I thought I'd found a way of closing the gap in my life. She was Polish born although twenty years of the UK meant it was almost impossible to tell. Except that she retained that East European pride in herself. Always perfect hair, false nails and impeccable make up. She dressed like a model.

What she also had was straight brown hair, radiant green eyes and a little turned up nose. She didn't look like Anne as such, but there was enough there that it triggered a memory and ignited a hunger in me.

I saw her for nearly two years. Until she got tired of snatched moments in the back of my car or business trips where we sneaked between rooms. Eventually she realised there was no future and dumped me.

I didn't feel the loss. It didn't bother me one bit, anymore than upsetting those girls in my first job had. Sometimes I wondered if I was just cold and heartless. Other times I felt that it was because none of them truly connected with me. They didn't anchor my soul to this world or make me feel as if life started and ended with their presence.

From there I'd wallowed unhappily in a marriage saying and doing the right things without conviction. We moved to a larger house and both of us threw ourselves into work. At weekends I bought flowers, we went to dinner and visited friends. Outwardly I looked happy but it was all a lie, an act. A veil that hid my emptiness.

Then a few months ago everything changed.

My phone buzzed and brought me back to the present. I glanced at the message. Time to go. I picked up the luggage case and carried it downstairs. Outside I pulled the door closed on the house for the last time without a thought for it. Apart from my clothes I was leaving everything behind for Jan. I didn't want any of it. Everything I needed was waiting for me at the end of the path where a shiny blue Mini Clubman waited patiently for me. There was my future now. Everything before had just been a waiting game. An education.

"I was worried you'd changed your mind."

Anne greeted me, helping me to lift the case into her boot, and I thanked that lucky meeting in the supermarket that led to this day. I was sad to hear her husband had died of course, but to find she was unattached and as beautiful as ever instantly took me back to her front room in the snow twenty years before.

"Of course not.

This is all I've ever wanted. You and me.

Just don't dump me this time."

To my delight Anne saw me with the same desire that made her risk so much. At school a twelve year age gap had seemed like a chasm. Now it was of no significance. I was an adult. A grown man with a successful career. This time we connected as equals.

"I won't. Not this time."

"One thing I have to know. Why did you leave your job?"

She sighed. I could see it was still a painful memory.

"It was so hard to let you go. But I had to. I couldn't face being in that school without you. I had to have a clean break."

She leant over and we kissed just as we had all those years ago.

"It's different now. You're here because you want to be. Not because of some childhood infatuation."

Anne was fifty, but she had her same figure and that same pretty face with its turned up nose. The first wrinkles had appeared around the eyes but it just made her look even hotter than before.

"It was never that.

I loved you then. And I've loved you ever since."

Anne put the car into gear and we drove off, taking me to a new life with my first and only true love.

"When we get home I want to see if there's anything I still need to teach you." She grinned.

I settled back for the short drive to her house. The same house where I'd once sheltered from the snow, and where we had made love on the rug for the first time. I hadn't seen it in twenty years and knew it would have changed. But already I was thinking about a couple of blankets laid on the floor in front of the fire. This time I wouldn't be that over eager youth shooting his load in minutes. This time it would last all evening. And every evening forward.