(Thanks to my editor '
larryinseattle'
for again turning my simple tale in a story worth reading.)
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Two weeks passed. Two of the slowest, longest, most frustrating weeks of my life. Each morning I'd get up, shower and dress, eat breakfast, and then go to work. When I returned home, I'd make dinner, watch some TV or work on my computer, and go to bed.
Not that I slept. Each night was filled with dreams and fantasies of my step-mother, Dani, her beautiful, lush body and what it had felt to make love to her. Or I'd dream of the mystery woman who'd started the whole chain of events and brought me to this point when she'd turned me down at the bar and said I was 'dumb as a stump'. Or worse yet, I'd dream about my mother in bed with another woman or a young man because of what Dani'd said to me.
It didn't make a difference, the results were always the same. I'd wake up just as tired as when I'd gone to bed with either a raging hard-on or a wet spot on my sheets.
I wondered if other 20 year olds had the same problem but quickly realized it didn't matter since I wasn't like most other 20 year olds. I'd been told since I'd been very young that I was 'gifted' and 'far beyond my years'. By the time I was 14, I'd graduated from high school. I had accumulated 4 Bachelor Degrees, 2 Master's Degrees, and a PhD by time I was 20. The only problem was that the topic of women and sex had been completely forgotten along the way.
That's what had driven me to go back home for a visit a month ago. A lot had changed since the last time I'd been there though. My mom and dad had divorced and my mom had moved to California. My brother had married his high school girlfriend and they were expecting a baby but the most shocking was that my dad had remarried.
Danielle, Dani, his new wife and I ran into each other, literally, within the first few minutes after I arrived home. She'd been coming out to the bathroom while I'd been heading for my bedroom, the result was me sitting on the floor and her, completely naked, standing over me.
She was gorgeous; 5-foot, 9-inches tall with dark brown hair that was highlighted with streaks of auburn, blue-gray eyes, and a deeply-tanned, 34DDD-26-34, body.
As usual, when I was around a woman, I stuttered and stumbled my way through our brief talk and almost ran to my bedroom. When my dad got home that night he'd told me about how he and Dani had gotten together while Dani let it slip that she knew my mother and about her new life style. It was too much to handle and I ended up making a fool of myself when I had a fight with my sister-in-law later in the evening after I'd had too much to drink. Needless to say, dad wasn't in the mood to talk about my problem when I told him about it the next day and simply said I'd 'grow out of it'.
Dani had other plans. Instead of ignoring my problem, she was waiting for me in my room later that day. She told me how her body had developed at a young age and so she understood what it meant to be different. She also said she'd decided to help me with my problem. For the next few days, she showed up in my room and each time she'd teach me something new about making love to a woman. The first time she taught me about a woman's breasts and how to get a woman turned on by playing with them. The second time, she taught me about a woman's erogenous zones. She also taught me how to lick a pussy and how to kiss a woman. And the third time, she taught me how to make love to a woman, including how it felt to cum inside her.
Our last time together had been the day I'd left. I'd found her in the laundry room. We had a 'quickie' with her bent over the dryer and another load of my cum deep inside of her.
That had been two weeks ago and now I was going crazy. I thought about going back home again but realized that might make the rest of the family suspicious. Then I considered going to visit my mom but the idea of finding her with a young guy or woman wasn't something I was ready to deal with. That left only one option. After work, I went home, got washed up and dressed. Gone were the checked shirts, corduroy pants, and tennis shoes. Instead, I dressed in a navy-blue, contoured, polo shirt, comfortable jeans, and black shoes.
The bouncer didn't even ask for my ID. I walked into the bar and got myself a glass of sour soda with a lemon; a trick Dani had taught me. I walked around for a little while and then noticed the woman who'd told me off the last time I'd been there.
I walked up to her confidently. "Hi."
"Hi," she said, a smile on her face.
"Do you remember me?"
She had a confused look. "I ... I don't think so."
I leaned closer and whispered into her ear what had happened that last time we'd met.
"Ohmigod!! I did that??"
"Yep."
"I'm so sorry. That night was a friend's bachelorette party. I got pretty wasted."
"No problem," I said. "But I'll tell you what. What would you say if I asked if I could buy you a drink to make up for it?"
I caught her looking me up and down before she answered, "Sure why not."
I took a seat next to her and put everything Dani had taught me about seducing a woman to work.
The first thing I did was swivel in the stool so I was looking directly at her. When she did the same, I knew that step one had been accomplished. To the rest of the bar it now looked like were together. I also moved my leg so it was between hers. Though 'innocent' in many ways, it also implies that we're comfortable and open to each other. It was only natural that we quickly fell into a conversation.
I found out her name was Gail and she was 28 years old. I was surprised to find that she was a computer programmer at a large company and had actually worked on several projects similar to one's I'd been working one.
When she asked what I did for a job I told her I worked for the government and gave her the old line about having to kill her if I told her any more. She looked at me cynically and asked how old I was. I was honest and told her I was just about to turn 21. From the look on her face, I could tell she was both shocked and intrigued so I pulled out my ID and showed it to her to prove I was telling the truth. "Is there a problem because I'm younger?"
She once again gave me the 'once over' with her eyes before replying, "Not really. To be honest, I prefer younger men, they're ... mmmm ... much more athletic and they recuperate much faster."
From the blush on her face, I knew that she was fully aware of the sexual innuendo of her comment. A few moments later, I 'accidentally' spilled some of my drink. When I stood, I lightly brushed my hand across her arm as I reached for some napkins. At the same time, my leg brushed against her inner thigh and I whispered, "I'm sorry," into her ear, so that my breath flowed over the sensitive skin of her ear and neck.
Her upper lip trembled as she exhaled a deep sigh. "That's okay."
We sat there for the next half-an-hour talking and laughing. Occasionally, I asked her to dance, usually to a slow dance, mumbling that I wasn't a very good dancer. She'd laugh and tease me about it but never pulled away as our body's rubbed against each other. After one dance, I noticed her rubbing her shoulders and neck, and I offered to massage them for her.
"Here?"
"Sure, why not? It's not like I was going to undress you or anything." A brief look of disappointment flowed over her face and I knew that for that instant she'd thought about what it might be like to be naked with me.
I guided us back to our stools and had her turn her back to me. Lightly, I brushed her hair aside revealing her long, sculptured neck and the barest hint of brunette roots to her golden-blonde tresses. I didn't say a thing as I gently began rubbing her shoulders, including her neck, paying special attention to the area around her ears and hairline.
"Mmmmmm ... that feel good."
"Glad to hear it," I replied as I leaned forward and again whispered into her ear. This time I saw her shiver from the feel of my hands and breath on her body.
"Could you do my back too?" she asked.
"I don't think I have enough room. What do you think of finding a booth?"
