From Boy To Man Pt 10

That same night Lydia rang Annie, and they agreed to meet over lunch next day; Lydia told Annie that she needed to talk to her urgently.

Annie said she could make it although she had a morning and an afternoon shift.

During the intimate discussion between the two best friends, Lydia fully explained the situation, her experiences with Harold and her suggestion.

Lydia was pleasantly surprised that Annie accepted at once to meet with Harold.

The first meeting was to be in the company of Lydia, in a public place, for an informal chat over coffee.

Annie would not decide anything immediately after that meeting, but she would first discuss her findings and feelings with her partner, and together with Lydia and Harold they would then decide on how to go from there.

A date and time were chosen from the ones Harold had given Lydia, and the place was a popular lunchroom in town. That would make it perhaps less intimidating for Harold, Lydia said.

Annie had an afternoon shift on that day, so she would have to leave by 12.30 PM at the latest.

On the chosen day, Harold and Lydia first had sex after Lydia had fed her twins. At the end of the morning Lydia dropped the babies at her parents and came back to pick up Harold to go to the lunchroom in time for the meeting with Annie.

They found a table in a quiet corner. Harold was excited and curious at the same time.

Annie entered the lunchroom some ten minutes later than the agreed time, 11 AM. "An urgent phone call," she excused herself when she gave Lydia a quick kiss and shook hands with Harold.

"Annie, meet Harold, Harold this is Annie," Lydia introduced them to each other.

When Annie shuffled around the table, Harold had a good first look at her. A healthy-looking woman with a pleasant smiling face and a full head of blond hair. She was wearing a flower blouse, jeans and half high boots.

What struck Harold at once were the bulges and the strain in her blouse from holding what looked like a massive bosom.

Lydia ordered coffees and conversation started spontaneously.

Annie seemed pleasantly surprised by Harold's appearance. Lydia caught her several times furtively glancing at the young man. Lydia and Annie blinked at each other occasionally to confirm their conspiracy.

Lydia kept the conversation going thanks to her easy-going manners and her humour.

Harold soon noticed from the language she used that Annie was far less sophisticated than Lydia. Annie did not shy away from using terms like 'shit' and 'fuck'.

Harold imagined that she talked about 'cock' and 'cunt', instead of 'penis' and 'vagina', as Lydia did.

To his surprise that actually contributed to the arousal he felt by Annie's presence and manners.

They talked about innocent topics such as Harold's entry at university to study medicine and Lydia's preparations for her imminent departure and Annie told them about some of her recent experiences at the hospital where she worked.

All three were of course aware that the true purpose of the meeting was for Annie and Harold to make up their minds as to whether or not they could consider a relationship.

They refrained from alluding to this however and that gave the conversation a certain erotic tension.

Lydia kept inspecting the faces of Annie and Harold to see their reactions and expressions.

She noticed that a telltale bulge had appeared in the front of her lover's jeans.

She clearly saw signs of arousal in Annie's eyes; she knew her friend intimately.

Several times Annie caught Harold staring at her bosom from the corners of his eyes and that made him blush.

Annie was used to such looks from males but now she felt a peculiar and pleasant arousal. She was flattered by the attention of this young and attractive male.

Suddenly Annie looked at her watch and jumped up from her seat. "Oh shit, my next shift starts in half an hour," she exclaimed, "have to rush now, I still need to wash and change clothes!

"I'll call you tonight," she said to Lydia and to Harold, "it was very nice meeting you young man!"

Off she went!

Lydia and Harold remained silent for a few minutes.

She looked him in the eyes and said' "You fancy her, don't you?"

Harold blushed profusely. He was a bit embarrassed that Lydia, his idol, had noticed his interest in another woman.

"How did you guess?"

Lydia smiled and simply laid her hand on the bulge in his trousers. "You cannot hide your arousal from me anymore, my lover; I have learnt how to recognize it. Besides I saw it in the way you looked at her.

What is more, I have noticed that you have made a very good impression with Annie.

Let's see what she says. I will call you as soon as I have heard from her tonight."

"To me you both look an ideal combination to help each other out," she added.

As Harold looked at her imploringly, she said with a big smile, "OK my lover, don't worry, for now I can still help you; fancy a long and slow fuck?"

They spent the rest of the afternoon in bed until Lydia had to nurse her twins again.

That evening Harold anxiously awaited Lydia's call.

It came at eight o'clock.

"You know what? Annie is very keen to see you again. She thinks you're a real hunk and a decent guy at the same time.

She has talked to her partner and Emmy is fully in agreement and she is also looking forward to meeting you.

Lucky man! I sincerely hope that things will work out OK between you and Annie. It would take away my worries and a little bit of my remorse for leaving you in the hands of other women.

Annie said that I could give you her telephone number and that you may call her to fix a date between you two.

Here it is...do you have a pen?"

Lydia gave Harold Annie's number.

"Lydia," Harold said.

"Yes?" she replied.

"You are and will always remain the number one for me," he said.

There was a moment of silence.

"So sweet of you," Lydia said, "but you will meet other nice women, believe me."

She knew that she needed to be hard in order to cope with the imminent separation.

"Call Annie. Promise?"

When Harold remained silent, she repeated, "Promise me!"

"I will, "Harold said, "love you, Lydia." And he disconnected.

Harold spent a full hour agonizing.

Then, he gathered his courage and with a pounding heart dialled Annie's number.

"Hi Harold," she said softly, "I have been waiting for your call."

She understood that he had trouble finding the right things to say, so she continued, "you want to see me again, is that so?"

"Yes Annie, I would love to," he said with a coarse voice.

"I want to see you too," Annie almost whispered, "why don't we fix a date? How about Friday night? Can I invite you for a meal at the brasserie Aurora at eight?"

The promise he had made to Lydia flashed through his mind. "Thank you, Annie," he replied, "Super! I look forward to seeing you there."

"Me too Harold. Sleep well for now."

Thus ended their first conversation.

Lydia must have heard about their date, because on Friday afternoon Harold received a text message from her saying: 'Good luck tonight! Love. Lydia'.

It had been a hot day, and it was still warm.

Harold arrived at the brasserie first. It was a fifteen minutes' walk from his home.

He sat down at a table outside on the terrace from where he could see Annie arrive.

At eight o'clock sharp she drove her car into the parking lot.

Harold could hear his heart beating.

Annie got out and looked around.

When she noticed Harold on the terrace she smiled, waved her hand and walked up to him.

She was wearing a simple and ample cotton dress that was uplifted at the front by her large bosom. The low neckline revealed a breathtaking cleavage. The dress fell just over her knees, revealing two beautifully shaped, sturdy legs.

On her feet elegant low, open summer shoes.

Harold was immediately aroused by the gentle swaying of her huge breasts when she walked. The weight of her bosom made her stoop slightly forward. When she stood before Harold, she corrected her posture, and the front of her dress was stretched around her breasts with small bulges made by her nipples.

He desperately tried to conceal his erection, but it was too late; she had clearly noticed it, but she pretended not to see.

With a big smile on her face Annie gave him a quick kiss on his cheek and said," Hi Harold, how are you doing?"

"Could be worse," he replied and that made her laugh.

"I have booked a table here on the terrace, hope it's OK with you," Annie said. Harold simply nodded.

He could not keep his eyes off her.

She talked to a waiter who showed them their table. They sat down opposite each other.

"How is your son?" Harold started the conversation when they sat opposite each other.

"Thank you, he is fine. Nice of you to ask. I have fed him and left him with my partner."

Annie told him more about the toddler and of the arrangements she had made to combine her caring for him with her work.

"Fortunately, I have a partner who can also feed him. Has Lydia told you about that?" she asked.

When Harold shook his head, she continued, "We both breastfeed him as we are convinced of the benefits of our milk for the child."

Harold blushed when she made this intimate revelation.

"Oh sorry, does it bother you that I tell you such things?" Annie asked a little embarrassed, "I am a nurse you know and therefore such subjects are probably easier for me than for the average person."

He hastened to reassure her that he actually appreciated her frankness.

He wondered what Annie knew about Lydia's nursing him.

She was obviously also not aware that Lydia had told him about Annie's adult breastfeeding relationship with her partner.

Harold and Annie then talked at length about Harold's plans and upcoming studies, about Annie's work and other neutral subjects.

They refrained from talking about Lydia and Glen and Harold's relationship with them.

It was a fine evening, and it was quiet in the brasserie, in particular on the terrace, so they could talk openly without being overheard.

They felt surprisingly comfortable in each other's company from the start, in spite of their twenty-four-year age gap.

As with Lydia, this may have been due to Harold's relative high level of maturity.

The meal was good, and Annie had ordered a bottle of red wine. She drank only one glass, as she said she had to drive. She kept filling Harold's glass however. The alcohol did not miss its' effect and after the third glass his eyes were sparkling.

The drink emboldened him, and he became less and less restrained in looking at her body and in revealing his intimate feelings to her. Harold was particularly fascinated by her impressive cleavage.

Annie secretly revelled in the effects she had on her young and sexy partner.

She herself became more and more aroused by seeing the unmistaken sparks of desire in his eyes.

Annie let her elbows rest on the table, she placed one hand on top of the other and her chin on her hands. This allowed her to lean in towards him and give him a full view of her cleavage.

Suddenly she placed her hand on his.

She looked him in the eyes and whispered, "how about continuing our evening in greater privacy? At my place for example?"

Harold trembled slightly with excitement. He took her hand and replied with a coarse voice, "I'd love to Annie."

His erection had meanwhile become painful because of its entrapment in his trousers.

(to be continued)