Owen Willow & Mara

Owen was an absolutely beautiful boy and Willow had fallen in love with him immediately. They worked in the same theater day camp all through high school, although she can only be totally confident he noticed her by junior year. A slight build, blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a pretty face, Owen was all the things Willow wasn't. She, with her short, pixie, multi-colored hair, full face, and freckles behind her glasses, was the ugly duckling to his beautiful swan.

When inspired, Owen was a wonder to watch. He was charming, could sing, looked great on stage and got all the leads in the high school plays. Theater was in his plans after school, and he laid out to anyone who'd listen, just how he'd make his dreams reality. Willow listened. A lot. Late night phone calls, walks through the park, hand-offs of Owen's dog "Rascal", that Willow would walk for him when Owen didn't "feel like leaving his place." And plenty of visits to the small, two-bedroom apartment Owen shared with his single mother, Mara.

Willow entered Owen's world from the friend-zone, and spent a lot of time there, and while she pined for something more, Owen was happy with the arrangement. He was caught up in himself with little time for others. As stomach turning as his self-obsession could be, Willow didn't care, she was happy to be there for him all the time, to be a tower of support for the prettiest boy she'd ever seen. She was totally enamored.

So, she decided, it would happen.

One night, after coming over his place to run lines for an audition he was preparing for, after they both snuck a drink from a bottle of wine Mara left out, and despite the butterflies dancing in her stomach, Willow got up the courage to do something she had been fantasizing about for eons. It had been played out in various settings, passionate and romantic, as she masturbated herself to orgasm after orgasm playing the scenario over and over in her mind...she blew him.

And while it wasn't exactly how it played out in her head- she laying on the floor next to him as he sat in his comfy beanbag chair, it was still absolutely amazing.

Moving quickly into "friends with benefits mode", Willow loved the idea of taking this beautiful boy's beautiful cock into her mouth whenever she could. She'd think of Owen when she went home, when she woke up in the morning, she'd smile thinking of him at her part-time job and at school and she'd soon make her way over to his home. The day after he used her mouth, all she could think of was visiting again. She absolutely loved it. She loved his cock. Loved taking it out of his boxer briefs, loved holding it in her hand- it was like she had a relationship all to her own with it. She was in love with him, and as excited as she was, even she knew it was one sided. Owen didn't touch her that first night, and for each night that week she went over, and each night she took him into her mouth she remained entirely clothed the whole time.

Still, she was walking on air. On the 5th evening, she knocked on the door, barely able to hide her excitement, only to be greeted by Owen's mom, Mara, dressed in comfy sweatpants, her laptop open to a spreadsheet she was working on, at the kitchen table.

"Hi Willow."

"Hello Ms. Tanner."

"Please, it's 'Mara'. Come in."

"Thank you, Mara."

"Owen's in his room." Mara said as Willow excitedly headed directly for it.

"...oh, and I'm happy for you, hun." Mara uttered as Willow opened the door and went in.

"Happy for me? What did she mean by that?" Willow thought as she entered the room, only to be immediately inundated with Owen's self-concerned worries. She didn't care, her eyes got big as she took him in as he paced his room in his tank top undershirt. She immediately began to listen to his self-centered rant as she instinctively began to straighten up his room, all the while watching him as he paced back and forth in the small bedroom. He was ranting, how his next audition was about to be a disaster, and how he'd be lucky if he even showed up- his thin body twisting in his undershirt, Willow watching it intently.

Owen's cell phone rang, and he had to take the call. His mood changed drastically, as he spoke on the phone, never once giving the caller on the other line any hint that he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown only minutes before. He was talking to a "Lydia", and he was the charming Owen that Willow loved. She watched him talk to her as he sat on his bed for a good 4-5 minutes. Telling her that he "wasn't doing anything..." and was "alone in his room right now..." Finally, out of the corner of his eye, he remembered Willow was there, and he motioned for her to join him on his bed, not missing a beat in the conversation. Willow came, and sat next to him and he put his arm around her. She relished the connection, snuggling closer. He continued to chat with Lydia, as Willow exhaled in his embrace. A moment later a devilish smile took over her face, she slid down, undid his belt, took his cock out of his jeans and brought it to her mouth. Owen sighed, she felt his body relax and he continued his conversation.

Consumed by his call, Willow created a world alone with Owen's cock, relishing her service to it. She dutifully sucked him off, Owen breathing heavily, Owen making plans with Lydia, Owen telling her he was single. As she blew him his hand alternated from running through her hair, to pushing her head down further on his dick. Willow however, was in heaven, she closed her eyes and felt love she had never felt for anyone before, only to be started back to reality as Owen began to finish. She tasted his seed in her mouth, fully expecting to consume all of it, when Owen twisted a little, a spasm as he continued his call. Thrown off, Willow herself gasped, as Owen finished on her face spraying a little on her cheeks, eyes and even hair.

Owen exhaled deeply. Still in conversation with Lydia, he turned, nudged his jeans up some, and continued being present on the call. Willow was still, her hands feeling her face, trying to sense where Owen finished, finding it on her cheek, and even her hair. Owen handed her a t-shirt he had within his reach, she took it, and tried to wipe her face. Owen covered the speaker part of his phone and pointed to the door.

"You know where the bathroom is, right?"

In a fog, Willow nodded and zombie-walked toward the bathroom. She turned on the water and looked in the mirror, both turned on incredibly, but also shamed, the door not closed, trying to figure out which was the more powerful emotion. She didn't know how long she was there for when felt Mara at the door.

"Is everything all right, hun? Oh, you poor thing..." Mara stepped into the bathroom, wetting a cloth under the sink, using it to clean Willow's hair.

"Poor thing..." Mara softly repeated as Willow, frozen in a combination of shame and exaltation stood at the sink and let her work.

"Look at me, sweetie..." Mara said, as she helped turn Willow's face to her, finding the spots Willow missed. "Wow, it certainly is a lot, isn't it?"

"Yes, Ms..." Willow found herself whispering.

"I told you, it's Mara, love."

"Yes...Mara..." a shaken Willow responded.

"Okay baby, I think that's most of it. Why don't you go back in, I think he's picking out something to wear, maybe help him a little with it, I'll make us some tea."

"Something to wear?"

"Yes, love, I think he's going out to meet this Lydia girl. She's an actress he's been trying to work with, a little older than you two, I see how excited he gets when he talks to her."

"He's going out?"

"Yes, love. Go help him out."

Mara ushered Willow back to Owen's room, who immediately asked her what she thought of what he was planning on wearing. Willow, in more of a fog than ever, focused on the shirt and jeans Owen held, she nodded in approval.

"Thanks, and do you think you can walk Rascal before you leave?"

Willow nodded.

"Great, see you a later."

And with that, Owen left the apartment to an awaiting Uber. Willow, dumbstruck, turned to see Mara, she was holding a cup of tea.