"Yes," he said hesitantly. "Maybe once a week. He used to come over and hang out while my parents went to the bar on Friday nights. One night as soon as my parents left he put a porn into the DVD player. We watched it on the couch. I had never seen something like that before and I got a boner. So did he. He grabbed my hand and made me rub him again. He took off his shorts and told me to jerk him off. I was afraid he'd hurt me, so I did it. I remember seeing his cum go all over his shorts. I'd think about those nights when I jerked off in the shower. I knew I shouldn't have, that it was wrong. I hated myself for it, but I couldn't help it. I felt so ashamed because I knew it was my fault."
Alicia couldn't say quiet anymore. "Jack, it wasn't your fault. It couldn't not have been. It wasn't consensual. You were afraid of him. It wasn't your fault."
Jack jumped on here last word "But, I'd get a boner every time it happened. I think I liked it...well, I sort of did, but didn't, you know? I told him I did because I sort of did..." Jack trailed off.
Out of the corner of her eye, Alicia saw the sheet above his cock start to rise. She knew this was becoming complicated.
He was horrified. "It's you Alicia, it's you I'm thinking about right now. Not him, not him," Jack asserted. The truth of the matter was that Jack believed it was in fact Alicia that turned him on in that moment. He wanted badly to be inside her, but recalling his time with Max always made him hard.
"I know Jack," she said. "I believe you." She actually did. She had to because it was starting to get really messy for her.
They laid together for an hour. Jack finally said, "Alicia, I've never done what we did today. It was only that stuff with him. I've never even watched porn except that one time." Alicia knew he was inexperienced but had no idea how naive he was.
She pushed Max hard from memory and she began recalling how Jack had felt inside her. Alicia leaned over and touched his lips with her own. She held his body tight and began to kiss him deeply. She grabbed the back of his head and pushed his head into hers. She sent a shiver down Jack's spine that went straight to his cock.
They were soon in a tight embrace, bodies entwined, Jack's dick growing between them and Alicia's cunt beginning to drip. She was still in control, as she had been before. Alicia wondered if she should hand herself over to him. Jack's vulnerability was pulsing, it was clear. Jack needed this, so she slowly turned on her back and let him take the lead.
With some difficulty, he slipped his strong bicep under hear head and sent his right hand quickly down her body, skipping right over her hardening nipples. He felt her wet thighs under his fingers, and fumbled up to her clit. He touched it and pulled his hand away. Alicia guided him slowly back to the opening of her pussy. She helped him slide two fingers inside her.
As he pushed his way in, she dug her nails into his back. She held his hand still for a moment and then let it go. He began moving his fingers in and out with little grace. Jack wished he had a free hand, because his dick was growing. It throbbed. He wanted desperately to fuck Alicia and almost involuntarily began faintly thrusting himself onto her leg. She whispered in his ear "Jack, do whatever you want to me."
In that moment, she realized her mistake. He quickly pulled his hand out, but became anxious with the liberty she had just given him. He could do anything, he thought? It wasn't that she was afraid of what he was going to do, but she understood that she may have tapped into a combination of his tremendous anxiety and naiveté.
"Jack," she looked straight into his eyes. "Do you want to fuck me?" - A suggestion that guided him back on course. Relieved, he climbed on top of her, roughly spread her legs, took his cock into his hand and watched himself slide into her. He lowered his body onto hers, and slowly thrust in and out. Jack picked up the pace as Alicia's breathing became louder and faster. He tried to watch her body and match his movements to her cues, but he was soon overtaken by such lust and power that he started to fuck her with much more force than he had planned.
Alicia screamed "YES, JACK, YES!!" He pumped harder and harder. Her headboard slammed into the wall with each thrust. He groaned and she dug her nails deeply into the skin on his back, pulled him toward her and bit his shoulder. Jack railed back, but reveled in the concoction of pain and pleasure.
The pain shooting through his body caused him to fuck Alicia's pussy with an even greater intensity. He grunted with every pump, and she moaned loudly, "YES! YES! JACK!" Alicia just wanted more and more. His girth stretched her cunt and she just wanted more and more of him. He pushed himself hard into her as her pussy began to shake.
His cock erupted inside of her. "Give it to me! Give it, here," and Alicia pulled his hips up to her mouth. She pulled him down on her face. Alicia sucked him hard, milking the cum from his dick. She pulled it out and sucked until a yelp came across Jack's lips. With his balls firmly in her mouth, she shoved four of her own fingers inside herself and gave herself the best orgasm she, quite possibly, had ever had.
Jack left late in the morning the next day. He passed up coffee and cereal, his head still dizzy from the night before. At the door, they embraced in one more passionate kiss before he left. A thick blanket of snow had fallen that night. Jack started his rumbling truck and trudged through the snow to the barn. It took him not even 30 minutes to dig Alicia out. He shoveled the walk and porch and cleaned the snow from Alicia's new car.
Jack peeked his head through the door, "I'll be back later with my plow," and left without waiting for a response. Through the clanging of the dishes being put in the dishwasher Alicia caught his last words.
With the kitchen clean, Alicia climbed the stairs to her bathroom. She removed her sweaty and cum soaked clothes, turned on the shower and sat on the edge of the tub waiting for the hot water to emerge. Her face in her hands, Alicia began to cry. She tried to process what had happened that night, but just broke down instead. She thought about Jack sobbing, the way she comforted him with her soft words, and then the way he fucked her. His dick was short, that's for damn sure. But there was something about his deep and hard thrusts that sent a shiver up her spine.
She recalled sucking the cum from his cock and nearly biting on his ball sack. She recalled the orgasm she gave herself and the moment she debated about whether to give up the power that night.
That whole night made her think about power and control in a whole new way. In the past, it hadn't really been much of a thought. The men in her life were typically in control in the bedroom, the way men usually are. It felt different this time around. Alicia didn't know if it was the size of Jack's dick or his young age, but something changed inside of her. Maybe it's just where she was in her life, having her husband leave her for a waitress in town. But it was more than just taking control of her own body and what happened to it at all times; it was about playing with the control. Giving it and taking it, but on her terms. She was in full control of when she gave it up and when she exercised her own power.
Jack kicked the snow off his boots before climbing into his truck. He put his head down on the steering wheel and closed his eyes. His mind and body were exhausted. Well into the middle of the night, they weaved a web more complex than either of them had realized. He was utterly confused, but one thing was for sure; a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Alicia had taken much of his shame off of him last night, for which he was eternally grateful. He felt as though he could move beyond Max and found himself engaging in new fantasies that he had never before allowed himself to think about. He, in a sense, had been set free from the shackles of sexual inhibition. He was smarter than to believe that his feelings of inadequacy and shame were gone, but he saw the light at the end of that tunnel and knew Alicia would guide him through it. He needed her body and her mind.
Alicia climbed into the shower and let the hot water pelt her face. She soaped her body, rubbing every inch with her soft hands. She leaned against the shower wall, wondering what impact Jack unloading his burden would have on her. Could she hold all of that and continue to support him the way she knew he desired? Could she be his support and his lover through this?
She knew what he wanted and what he needed, but was it what she needed? She reasoned through it rationally, but finally concluded that there was no answer in reason. Alicia found strength in helping and supporting others. And she was finding strength in her newly discovered sexual power and prowess. She realized that not only would she derive strength from being Jack's sexual and emotional support system, but that it would awaken a kind of sexual desire that she had never experienced before. In short, his emotional and sexual need for her turned her on. She felt no shame for this.
Jack arrived home to an empty house. His parents had taken a long vacation and would be gone for two weeks. Jack stripped down to his boxer briefs and made himself breakfast. He sat, transfixed on the memories of the night before. His hand reached for his dick, and for the first time in many years the shame of touching himself had subsided substantially. He watched himself fuck Alicia, he saw the pleasure on her face. He remembered cumming hard into her and felt the warmth of her pulsing walls. Jack touched his back and recalled the forgotten scratches that emerged from the throes of passion. He came onto himself before he could finish his cereal.
