“Hi Mrs. Moore, I’m Tommy Slack, is Jemmina home?” Tommy Slack stood at the door to the Moore`s new mansion, nervously waiting for an answer. He was looking for Jemmina because his mates in the city eleven had told him, “Jemmina Moore fucks.”
He did not mix in their social circle but his sporting ability had introduced him to their privileged group. The fact that his participation in their teams had lifted them to top positions in the district competition had made it imperative that they make him welcome and look after him.
They had in recent weeks taken an interest in his continuing virginity; eventually they had settled on Jemmina Moore as the answer. Having made that decision they set out to convince him to make a play for Jemmina. He had thought it over and reluctantly decided if he was to loose his cherry he would have to find someone who liked cock. If what they had said was true, then Jemmina was his answer.
He had decided to meet Jemmina and ask her out. Jemmina did not go to his school. She went to an upper class all girls’ school, far removed from working class lads like him. He had traveled across town and out to her parent’s estate to ask her out, only to find she was not home. What will I do now? He thought. I will never get up the courage to come back.
The thirty-year-old brunette who had answered the door looked down at Tommy and liked what she saw. “I’m not Mrs. Moore I’m their maid, Jemmina`s not home. Can I help you?”
Tommy blushed. Of course, she could help him. Any woman could help him loose his virginity. His mind went blank he could not tell her why he had come and could not think of anything to say.
Molly Brown grinned at his embarrassment. He is quite a lad she thought as she studied his thick chest and long frame. His blonde hair was shiny and well kept. His clothes were spotlessly clean and pressed. He had obviously spent some time preparing for his visit to the Moore`s mansion.
Molly had led an active sex life until she came to work for the Moores. She came from a poor Irish family and could recognize a lad who had gone to a lot of trouble to come courting. Poor bugger, she thought, Jemmina is a stuck up bitch; she sleeps around but she won’t have any thing to do with a working class boy.
“Come in lad, I’ll get you a drink.”
Tommy studied Molly as he followed her through to the kitchen. She was much shorter than him maybe five-two, her narrow waist made her arse look big, but to Tommy it was a great arse. He liked her black curly hair and her round smiling face, but it was her legs and what was between them that interested him most. From the rear, her legs looked muscular yet curvy. She is a bit of all right for an oldie, he thought.
“I’m Molly,” she said as she sat him down and brought him a coke. “Do you know Jemmina?” Tommy spluttered in his drink, “no,” he finally responded. “I wanted to meet her. I’m in the state sporting squad and all my mates talk about her.” I was coming out this way and thought I would drop in and say hullo.”
Molly smiled “what have your mates been saying about Jemmina that made you want to call on her?” Tommy had been studying Molly’s chest. Her boobs had caught his eye. They were large and seemed to push her blouse so that the buttons were in danger of popping open.
His mind raced. What a question. What can I say? I can’t say she is supposed to be easy and I came looking for a fuck. “They told me she liked winners,” he stammered as he dropped his eyes to the floor, embarrassed at the question and his answer.
Molly smiled at his embarrassment. “Are you a winner then?” she asked, letting him off the hook.
Tom looked up into her smiling Irish eyes. “I won two state junior boxing titles, the best and fairest medal for soccer, player of the year at squash and scored the most runs for the city cricket team. I love sports”
Molly whistled. “My god that’s quite a record. You must have all the girls chasing you.”
Tommy felt a little more relaxed in her company. She made him feel good.
He looked up at her, “quiet truthfully that’s why I came here to meet Jemmina. I don’t have a girl friend. I spend my time training. I am never home and don’t see much of my old crowd. My teammates from up here told me to try Jemmina and I came out to call on her.”
Molly knew Jemmina slept around. She watched Tommy as he blushed and stammered his explanation. He has been told about her all right. He has come here looking to be laid.
Poor young bugger she thought he`s quite good looking. He must be desperate to come right out here on such a slim chance. She bent over in front of him giving him a chance to see down her blouse as she picked up his glass. “You could do better than Jemmina, there must be other girls,” she whispered. Tommy saw the deep vee between her large white breasts and quickly looked away.
Molly was impressed most men would have grabbed the opportunity for a quick perv. She placed her hand under his chin “Look at me,” she whispered. “You are too good for this mob they will chew you up and spit you out. They are sharks they think their money and power can buy anything. Get out of here lad.”
He grabbed her hand, “thank you,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have come.” Molly melted. He is lovely, she thought as he looked into her eyes still not staring at her boobs. She felt the strength in his hand she looked at his clean young body and felt warmth in her pussy.
He is a bit young for me, but if he came out here looking to be laid, why don’t I accommodate him she thought. Her nipples tingled at the though of this strong young man in her arms. She had not had a man for months. Her last arrangement had collapsed when the old bastard she had chosen as a partner tried to get his kicks by inflicting pain.
“Stand up lad and let’s look at you,” she ordered. She stood back as he stood blushing, looking everywhere but into her eyes. “You’re a handsome young man. Tell me truthfully did they tell you that Jemmina is a slut. That she’s an easy lay.”
Tommy was stunned he did not want to admit that he had come out here for that very reason. His could feel his face grow hot as he realized Molly had worked him out. She put her arm around him and hugged him. “Go home lad,” She tried to push him towards the back door, “Get out of here, this house is not a place for a nice lad like you.”
Tommy did not want to go. He was horny. His cock had grown hard when she pulled his body close to hers. He put his arm around Molly and leant in to kiss her good bye. “You are beautiful,” he whispered.
She had turned her head and his lips brushed hers, “thank you for being so nice,” he cried. Molly looked into his blue eyes and started to wilt. Tommy tried again to kiss her. This time their lips met and her mouth opened.
He panicked. She is kissing me back, he thought as her hands came up around his back and pulled him closer. He hesitated before letting his tongue creep into her mouth. His cock lurched when her mouth and tongue welcomed him.
Molly had been in two minds. She kept thinking he could not stay here. At the same time, she felt the tingle in her breasts and pussy. Why don’t I give him what he came looking for, she thought. An afternoon in bed will satisfy both of us. She returned his kiss as his tongue tentatively sought hers.
Tommy could not believe his luck he was kissing a woman. He had had very little experience kissing. None of the few girls he had kissed kissed him as Molly was kissing him now.
Her big breasts were pushed hard against him, her hands were stroking his back, her tongue was active in his mouth. His cock responded, it stood up hard. He could feel it jammed between their bodies.
