Life is funny. Just when you think your ship is sinking and it is hopeless, a lifeline appears. My humiliating attempt to have sex with my teenage neighbor, Sharon, had resulted in a humiliating and dangerous premature ejaculation--dangerous because of the possibility of an unwanted pregnancy. And even though we dodged that bullet, I was too embarrassed by my performance to ask Sharon out again.
Of course, that was MY problem. Sharon probably felt that I had dumped her because we'd had sex, if you want to call it that, and the mystery was now gone from our relationship. She was "used goods." I'd considered that might be going through her head, but I also couldn't get over the thought that she might be telling anyone who would listen what a lousy lover I was who could only last for 60 seconds. In short, a laughingstock, albeit with a huge dick. Regardless, I was too embarrassed to actually talk to her and find out her true feelings.
But now, after my visit with Mrs. Collins, I was on cloud nine. I had performed well by all measures that I could think of (including the size of my cock...she actually measured it to be 10 inches when hard). At least it seemed that way once we started seeing each other on a regular basis thanks to my "job," and it felt like this might be a regular thing. It looked to be a great summer: I had employment, sort of, and a guilt free fuck partner who was not only gorgeous, but also experienced and old enough that commitment was not even a consideration. This would be like sport fucking--or so I reasoned. I figured that I'd go off to college in the fall and return during holidays to resume where we left off. Keep in mind, however, this was the conclusion of an 18-year-old senior in high school whose idea of planning for the future was scraping enough change to buy 5 gallons of gas. As previously mentioned, my brain stem was lodged in my now measureably large cock.
But to paraphrase Bobby Burns, the best laid plans can easily go to shit.
My mother, despite her eternally positive demeanor, was not doing well. My good luck with Mrs. Collins was tempered by the fact that it would be a depressing summer with hospitalizations and eventually hospice for Mom. At that point, we all prepared for the inevitable. Mom seemed to handle it better than either Dad or I. She had carefully made all the necessary arrangements and seemed at peace with her situation.
"No one gets to leave this earth alive," she reminded me. Her religious convictions also provided a sort of haven as well. She knew she was only going to a better place. I was not as convinced, but I held my tongue for a change and did my best to support her convictions.
And earlier than expected that summer she passed--peacefully, thanks to hospice and strong meds. We suffered through all the stages of grief and threw away tons of food, mostly nameless casseroles and a multitude of cheese trays, that was continually donated by friends and neighbors. By late-July we had resumed a normal life again, more or less.
My affair with Linda Collins continued, but with diminishing fanfare. Our family situation dampened things to the point where we occasionally had wild sex and let it all out, but for the first half of the summer much of my leisure time at her house was more like a counseling session. Linda was very sweet and let me bare my soul to her (and occasionally other things) while she listened and provided a shoulder to lean on. She became almost a mother to me, which seemed a bit incestuous in retrospect.
Sharon, my college aged neighbor who was the first to know me in the biblical sense, offered condolences as well, and we eventually did have what amounted to sympathy sex. She invited me over to her house when her parents were away on a trip, and we ended up in a tangle on her parents' king-sized bed. As it turned out, I had misinterpreted her reaction to our misadventure in the front seat of my car.
We were in her living room on the couch, watching tv and drinking some of her parents' wine, snuggling and doing lots of hugging. I let the sympathy card play out until I finally had to stop her.
"Look, Sharon. I truly appreciate your concerns, but I'm ok. I don't mean to be ungrateful, and I am happy that you invited me over, but let's talk about anything other than how I'm dealing with all these emotional issues. I do think about them, but I need a break from it. No disrespect to my mother whose memory I cherish. OK?"
"Oh, Sammie. I'm so sorry." She looked at me with those teary, doe eyes waiting for what came next.
And with that, we were locked in an embrace, passionately kissing and groping. Her tongue explored my mouth, and we were like two snakes in heat. In no time I had Sharon's sweater completely off, her bra on the floor and her slacks unzipped. Sharon held up her end by unzipping my fly, and after a considerable struggle, released my cock from the prison of my pants and began stroking it to a sizeable erection.
"God, Sammie, I think it's even bigger than the last time I saw it. I've been thinking about your cock ever since that night, but I couldn't tell myself it was as big as I thought it was. Here's the proof. Please tell me you have a rubber this time."
With a Cheshire grin, I looked up from sucking a pink puffy nipple, fumbled in my front pants pocket, and pulled out a sealed package containing a prophylactic. "Trojan Magnum at your service, ma'am. I'll even let you put it on me." I had purchased a dozen for Linda, but she was on the pill and preferred sex without any artificial obstacles. I had used a condom once with her, and we both agreed sex was better without it. But I knew better than to suggest that with Sharon.
"Wait, I want to try something before you put on that raincoat." Sharon eyed me mischievously. "I want to see if I can fit you in my mouth." And never taking her eyes off me, she lowered her head and stretched her lips to fit over the head of my cock.
My suspicions seemed to be confirmed. Sharon's fellatio was incredible, possibly even better than Linda, although that would be a coin toss. After a few minutes of licking, kissing, and swallowing as much of me as she could muster, she looked up, gasping for air and breathing hard.
