The start of a new Story. Please let me know what you think. Comments motivate me (good and bad). Thanks for all the past feedback!
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Mrs. Bonnie had been a long time friend of our family. Since I could remember, she was regularly at our house, chatting with my mom, or babysitting me. She was always pleasant and full of laughs and smiles. Everyone liked her and I always looked forward to when she visited.
As I grew older, I began to notice more things as Mrs. Bonnie. She was definitely an attractive woman. Curly sun blonde hair, slightly tanned skin adding freckles to her nose, and a brilliant smile. At BBQ's and parties, I noticed all the men gave her lots of attention. I would sometimes get jealous, but she always seemed to make that go away.
As I hit high school, Mrs. Bonnie came around less and less. At first I was confused, but then I realized that maybe I made her uncomfortable. I caught myself staring at her, because around this age, I noticed more than just how pretty she was. Not just pretty...sexy. The way she walked, talked, and stood. So I resigned myself to seeing less of her, because of my leering. When I did see her, she was as nice and affectionate as ever, but tended to be a bit more serious with me. Treating me more like a man than a child. I always appreciated that from her.
Now, my birthday was such that I went to school early, so I was always nearly a year younger than my peers. I graduated High School at 17. My folks decided that despite me only going to the local community college, they would set me up in a little apartment so I could begin feeling what real life was life. I always suspected that they just wanted the house to themselves again. Either way, I was happy to have the privacy.
That fall I turned 18. The prerequisite party was held with lots of family and friends, including Mrs. Bonnie. It was a long night spent talking to lots of various people. Towards the end, Mrs. Bonnie pulled me aside to talk to me. Her demeanor was new. Still bubbly, but with a hint of the mischievous. She wore a simple jeans and country button down top outfit, but they hugged her curves in ways I had tried to ignore the last few years. And tonight she seemed to be flaunting them. The top was unbuttoned enough to show a hint of freckled cleavage. The full breasts creating it seemed fairly large. The top also was just short enough to catch a glimpse of her tanned taught tummy. And her jeans rode low, clinging to her well rounded ass and firm thighs.
"Mark, now that you are eighteen, I want to invite you to a party." She said, with her slight southern twang.
"Really? That sounds cool. When?"
"This coming Friday. Nine O'clock. Just wear something comfortable. Like sweats or something." Then she reached out and pulled me down into a hug and whispered into my ear. "I look forward to seeing you there, sweetie."
I wondered if she had any idea the reaction her southern whispery voice in my ear was having. I just muttered an affirmative and waved as she bounced off and left. She blew me a kiss before she rounded the corner.
The next week seemed like forever, as I tried to figure out what kind of party it was going to be. And why Mrs. Bonnie had been so secretive about it. But the day finally came. I dressed in sweats like she suggested (which really confused me) and made sure to get there on time. Nervously I drove out to her house, which lay in the woods outside of town on a ranch. Once I arrived, I noticed quite a few other vehicles. Did everyone get there early? I went to the back door, which is where I always went when we visited. The front was for strangers she had always said. I knocked lightly on the door, and it quickly opened. And what greeted me almost made me faint.
Mrs. Bonnie stood there, seductively leaning against the door frame, clad only in a pair of light blue lace panties and a bra! I had seen her a few times in a bikini at pool parties at my house, but this was something else. It was obvious she was showing off for me. I couldn't move, especially with my dick working down my pants. Mrs. Bonnie eventually moved up to me, stood on her toes, grabbed my head gently, and pushed her lips against mine. She kissed me slowly and deeply. After several minutes, she pulled away and spoke.
"I am so glad you came Mark. I knew you would get here exactly on time, but I wanted you to make an entrance, so I told you the wrong time." She winked at me sexily. "Now come inside."
I stumbled in, as she took me by the hand. The back room was her laundry room, which led into the kitchen and then the large living room. She stopped in the low light of the laundry room and spoke in a low voice.
"I know you have questions, sweetheart. But I think a surprise would be better. When you get to the living room, just try and be calm and go with the flow. And don't worry about Steve. Nothing you do tonight will be held against you."
Steve! Her husband! I almost forgot about him. I rarely saw him, since he was basically a selfish redneck that had somehow snagged Mrs. Bonnie. And now she was standing there practically naked, having just kissed me, and he was here!? And based on the cars, so were lots of other people. Before I could blurt out any questions, Mrs. Bonnie silenced me with a finger to my lips and a sexy sweet smile, then she pulled me out of the back room.
Her living room was huge, but tonight it seemed small. The scene that greeted me was a room full of naked people in various states of sexual activity. A quick scan showed very few people I recognized and the room had far more women than men. I did notice her husband, who stood in the center of the room. A pair of naked women were on their knees in front of him, sucking his large cock. One of them looked like Mrs. Bonnie's younger sister Candy! I noticed something that gave me more courage to enter the room. I was quite a bit better endowed than her husband. That shot to the ego made me stand up a bit straighter as Mrs. Bonnie signaled to a younger woman who was masturbating while watching a couple screw on the couch.
The girl was thin, with nice curves, long straight blonde hair and glasses. Aside from her being naked she looked like a cute librarian. She came over eagerly and looked me over.
"Tina," Mrs. Bonnie started "Take our new friend Mark into the guest room and get him changed. And I want you to make him comfy. He's special, so take good care of him." When she said I was special, Tina smiled deeply. "And remember, I'm his first." She said the last bit with a gleam in her eye. First? How did she know I was a virgin?!
"You're always right about that Bonnie!" She said excitedly before grabbing my hand and dragging me quickly off to the side bedroom. She pushed me towards the bed, and closed the door.
