Chapter 01
A kiss goes too far
Chloe opened the kitchen door to find Max standing there looking sorry for himself. Her first reaction was to send him away, as she wasn't dressed yet. Instead of the arrogant pose he usually struck, he looked worried.
"Hi Mrs Foster, is Wendy in?" he asked, sounding miserable.
"No. Err, she won't be long, do you want to wait for her?" Chloe asked, while stepping aside to let him in.
She had lied about Wendy coming home, as her daughter was staying over with a girlfriend. It was about time she spoke to him about the way he was treating her daughter. This seemed like an opportunity to confront him. They had been neighbours for about six months, and he had been messing Wendy around. Wendy put up with his arrogance, and flirting with other girls, because she had a crush on him. They were both eighteen, so she had left them to it, up until now.
Chloe pulled the gown tighter, as he followed her into the kitchen.
"Would you like a coffee," she asked.
"Sure," he murmured.
"What's the matter Max?" she asked.
"Its girls," he murmured.
Chloe should have known. He didn't say it was one girl, just girls. She was pleased he was having a problem, as he deserved it.
"So, what's the problem? Maybe I can help," she offered. It was intriguing, and it was an opportunity to point out how badly he had treated Wendy. She lifted her bottom slightly to hoist herself onto a kitchen stool, then stopped the movement. The gown was a little too short to sit on a high stool.
"Maybe you can," he hesitantly began.
"It's more comfortable in the lounge," she quickly said.
He followed her in, and when she sat on the sofa, he plonked himself down next to her. She tried to shuffle away, but the gown was caught under him, and he didn't take the hint. She sighed lightly, and he sighed heavily.
"So, tell me," she encouraged. Wanting to find out what it was all about, and to give him some harsh advice. A dose of reality was long overdue.
"Well. I don't think I'm doing the right thing. I mean, I can't keep a girlfriend for long. I need to know what I'm doing wrong. I thought Wendy would know," he said, and shrugged.
At the mention of her daughter, she cringed. That's all Wendy needed. Being asked how he should keep a girlfriend would be a big disappointment. It would send her into a mood for a month. There was nothing worse than a moody teenager moping around the house.
"Tell me all about it, and I'll help. Promise! I was a teenager once," she said, trying to raise a smile.
"Well, it's embarrassing. Maybe I should try to figure it out," he said, with a shrug of his shoulders.
Chloe put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's OK. Whatever you say will be between us," she reassured him.
"Kissing is one thing. Judy said I didn't kiss right," Max asserted, looking hurt.
Chloe wanted to laugh. Surely at his age he had plenty of experience. Fortunately he was looking away, feeling embarrassed, otherwise he would have seen the flash of a smirk on her face. As a married woman she had plenty of experience of life, so handling this young man would be easy. She felt more than qualified to advise him.
"Show me," she blurted out. She meant for him to pucker up, to demonstrate his lack of skill. She didn't expect his next move. How could she have expected a young boy to actually kiss her! It took her completely by surprise.
He didn't need to move closer, as their hips were already touching. He just turned his head, and leaned forward. When their lips touched her mouth was open, so he delved in with his tongue.
She was so taken aback by this impudence, she just sat there. His arms wrapped around her, holding on tight. She couldn't breathe for a moment. She automatically reacted from memories of teenage years, when long kissing sessions were common. She breathed through her nose, gasping for air.
He seemed to be devouring her! His tongue darted around hers, in a seductive dance. The sensations were overpowering after such a long time since being kissed so passionately. It was no good saying no, as her mouth was too busy. She tried to push him away. She froze, unable to move, startled like a frightened rabbit.
"Stop it!" she murmured around his tongue.
One of his hands wasn't round her back as she thought. It had slipped into the gown! If it were an accident, or not, it didn't matter. It was terribly wrong. His hand cupped her breast. Her bare breast! His fingers began to play with a nipple, teasing it, pinching it.
She tried to stop the unwelcome groping, only her hand was on the outside of the gown. She scrabbled at it, trying to get at his hand. The front was held tightly closed where he was leaning on it, pulling it tight around his hand.
"Let me go!" she wailed. The muffled words were ignored.
Both hands went to his shoulders to push him away. There was no strength in her arms. He was a strong high school athlete, and she was a housewife, unused to wrestling with strong young men. Although thirty-eight, she had a good body, as she had worked hard to keep slim and fit.
It wasn't his strength, it was her weakness preventing her from pushing him away. He hadn't exactly forced himself on her, as she had inadvertently invited him to kiss her. With anguish she realised she was acquiescing to the delicious sensations. This was all wrong! She should be fighting him off! Her arms felt so weak, she let them fall over his shoulders.
"Please, Max," she moaned.
Her head slightly turned to one side, all the easier to seal their lips together. Her tongue began to slip around his, duelling lightly, playfully, and seductively. Ignoring his naughty hands she concentrated on his tongue. It had invaded her body, seduced her, and now had her at its mercy. Her lips and tongue twisted around his, devouring him in return.
"Oh! Max!" she whimpered.
He slid the gown off her shoulders; just enough to let his other hand squeeze into the gown. Both hands played with her breasts. The light touch of his palm brushed her hot flesh. Finger tips teased her nipples. Feeling them grow long and hard, he pinched them. One, then the other. He continued to rub them between his fingers, then again one was pinched, then the other.
"Please don't," she implored.
She began to anticipate the slight pain in her nipples when he pinched them. Rolling her shoulders lifted a breast up to him, as though she were helping. Little moans were felt as vibrations in their mouths, rather than heard. Delirious from an onslaught of sensations bombarding her mind, nothing could be done to resist. Her body respond automatically to his intense seduction.
It was wrong! She shouldn't be letting this happen. Her body wouldn't let her fight him off, so her mind tried to escape by abandoning reason. Her mind floated around in a wash of sensations, denying all responsibility for what was happening. She couldn't let this young guy touch her breasts, so she didn't acknowledge he was doing it.
"No, Max. You mustn't," she tried to say.
The feather light touches upon her thighs were easy to ignore. They weren't real, nor happening. Nevertheless, her body reacted to the sweet caresses.
Her head spun from sensations assailing her mind. Her body vibrated with sexuality. She tried to deny it, but knew full well his fingers were dancing over her thighs. She tried to pull them together. Lifting her legs up, she fell back onto the arm of the sofa. Her lips parted when he at last let go, allowing her to breathe deeply. She sucked in badly needed air, in gasps.
"Stop it, Max, please," she begged.
His weight pushed her body down into the sofa, ensnaring her arms. Her head was propped against the arm of the sofa, also trapped.
"No! You mustn't," she whispered, on a hiss of breath.
He moved up her body to kiss her. At least those devilish hands had let go of her private parts. None had touched her sex, except her husband. She turned her head away to avoid falling once again into his trap. It was no good, her body was too attuned to his touch. It cried out for him. She could see her gown was open at the front, with her breasts looking as though they were on offer.
"Please stop, Max. You don't know what you're doing to me," she moaned.
She could do nothing to stop him, for her arms were trapped underneath her body. Her breathing was so deep and ragged, she could hardly talk.
Her eyes opened wide, looking wild with fear. She looked between them, as though she might see his hands lower down. Instead, he was leaning on them, taking part of his weight from her. Still she couldn't move. Now from fear! It wasn't her imagination. Something touched her down there, between her legs!
"Oh! No!" she yelped.
She tried pulling her knees together, clapping either side of his legs. All she had achieved was to clasp her legs upon his strong, powerful thighs. He was lying between her legs, keeping them separated. When he pushed forward she cried out!
"No! Please, no. You can't do this, please," she begged.
She hefted her hips up with all her might, attempting to throw him off the sofa. Instead, her legs slid up either side of his. She felt the head of his cock pierce her soft, hot flesh. She had unintentionally thrust her sex at him! She had impaled her body on his cock!
She turned her head back to him, looking in his face, seeing there a smirk of conquest. All he had to do was relax his arm muscles to lower his body, and his cock would penetrate her further.
"Please, don't. It's, wrong!" she stammered.
"You seem to have enjoyed it so far Mrs. Foster," he grinned.
Her lips flapped uselessly on unutterable words, from the realisation he was right. She must not let it go further! She must put a stop to it now, only the words wouldn't form in her mind. She was trapped under him, unable to escape!
"We mustn't, it's wrong. Please don't do this," she cried. "I didn't mean to kiss you," she weakly said.
This young guy had physically and mentally disabled her. All he had to do was lower himself into her unresisting body. It was dreadful to think how open and ready she was. How awful was she to be so easily worked up by him. Even now her body was aching for him.
