Part 1
It was the same as it had
been every morning for the last week, Jarrod woke with a dampness in his
sleeping pants that he couldn’t explain.
Ever since that woman showed up.
His father’s ward. Jarrod had
never met her before this past week and he was wishing he never had. She was twenty years old, too old to pay him
any mind but that didn’t stop him from watching her. He tried to avoid her, but wherever he went she seemed to show
up. Jarrod was sure it was done just to
torment him. His body ached and he
felt the hardness in his pants again.
He wanted to touch it, make the pain go away, but he was terrified of
the consequences of that. Every boy alive knew if you did you’d go blind.
He turned away from the
sight of her and willed the ache and throbbing to go away. At barely sixteen,
he was not wise to the ways of the
world other than what he’d read in books.
He found himself wanting to experience what he’d read about, a woman’s
creamy flesh, the soft swell of a breast, or the silky texture of her
skin. Shaking his head at the visions
that tormented him, he went back to his chores, hoping a little work would calm
his raging emotions.
If he thought that
Josephine Martel wasn’t paying attention to him, then he was in for a very big
surprise. She too found herself eyeing
the young man on the verge of adulthood.
Tall and wiry, he still had some growing to do, but his dark hair and
piercing blue eyes sent fire to her loins.
She wasn’t used to being the proper young lady, but was trying her
hardest to impress upon her guardian. He’d taken her in when her parents died
over ten years ago and sent her out east to school. She’d gone to school, learned all the proper etiquette, but life
isn’t always fair and she found herself in trouble. With a reputation, her hopes for a proper life vanished and she
took up with a less than respectable profession. When Tom Barkley summoned her
for a visit, she decided she had nothing to lose by traveling west. She had no intention of staying more than a
couple weeks. San Francisco was calling
her name and she planned on reaping the benefits of a new start. A business all her own where she was in
charge sounded very promising. Josie planned on starting small and working her
way up. Some day she would own the most successful brothel in all the west
coast, but right now she had her sights set on a young man with a flaming
desire.
Jarrod got up in the middle of the night and
went down to the library to read and unexpectedly walked in on Josephine as she
sat reading, in nothing more than a dressing gown and robe. Her legs poked out from under her robe as
she sat curled up on the settee and Jarrod stuttered a greeting, “I’m sorry. I
didn’t expect anyone else to be up this late.”
Josie smiled warmly, “It’s
alright. I could use some company.” She patted the seat beside her. “Have a
seat.” She shifted on the settee,
exposing even more of her creamy flesh and Jarrod reddened as he felt the
material of his sleeping pants rise. He
pulled his own robe more tightly around his body and turned away, “I’m just
going to get a book and return to my room.”
He turned towards the shelves and pretended to search for something to
read, hoping the hardness would go away before he had to turn and face her
again.
His entire body stiffened
when he felt her hot breath on his neck. She whispered seductively, “Have you
ever been with a woman, Jarrod?”
Jarrod sidestepped and
continued to scan the shelves, making a silent plea skyward to stop his racing
heart and give him some relief from the embarrassing situation. Josie, opened
her robe and walked slowly towards him as she spoke softly, “Do you want to be
with me? Would you like to learn how to be with a real woman, young
Jarrod?” Jarrod was backing up as fast
as she was advancing and soon he had no where to go with the wall at his
back. Josie stood inches from him. Any
closer and she would know what he was trying so desperately to hide. As she
spoke, she slowly untied his robe, her soft voice mesmerizing him, “I could teach you all there is to know
about pleasing a woman. Would you like that?”
Speechless and breathing
heavily he was helpless as she opened his robe and found his bare chest. With her fingernails, she traced circles
over his flesh and Jarrod sucked air in harsh breaths, his eyes wide with
astonishment. His body was reacting to
her touch and he felt the heat of his embarrassment spread over his frame. He had never felt so alive as his body shook
with a need he couldn’t place. When her
fingers brushed his nipple he shuddered uncontrollably and his eyes closed
tightly.
“Do you like that? Would
you like to feel more?” Her voice was like a siren he couldn’t deny and he
found himself nodding his head. Josie shifted closer, leaning into his chest as
her fingers roamed his abdomen. Jarrod dropped his head onto her shoulder and
could smell the lilac in her hair. Buried in the crook of her neck, his tongue
flicked out, wanting to taste her creamy flesh. He wanted to touch her and
taste her but when her fingers wandered to his waistband and scratched the skin
beneath, his head flew back and his hands grabbed the wall for some sort of
purchase. His breath came in ragged
gasps as her hand found his jutting member within his pants and he felt nothing
but the incredible pleasure building in his belly. He had touched himself and
knew the feel of that but nothing could compare to the rapture that filled his
very being as she wrapped her soft fingers around his hard flesh. He was lost as she began stroking him and he
could no longer fight the need to thrust for more. His hips pushed into her
hand and he moaned with pleasure. Embarrassed he closed his eyes and tried to
hide his shame, but Josie quickly reassured him, “Do not fight it? Let your
body experience the pleasure.”
Her fingers found the
hanging sac below his maleness, teasing the tender skin with nails. Jarrod
almost cried out as they tightened in her hand. His eyes flew open and his hand
covered hers, desperate for something more. He thrust in their hands, the fire building
to a frantic level. His body tensed in
anticipation and everything erupted in a powerful blinding light as he felt his
loins explode. Arching his back away from the wall, he groaned at the
incredible pleasure coursing through him. Never had he ever experienced
anything so intense as the sensations that threatened to overpower him. With
his body spent, he sank to his knees with his hands on his thighs trying to
catch his breath.
Josie knelt in front of
him and asked very sweetly, “Would you like to learn more?”
Part 2
While Jarrod sat at
breakfast he had a hard time keeping his eyes from wandering to Josie as he
ate. Last night had been incredible and
he wanted, no...needed more. Did he want to learn more? Oh yes, he was going to
be a very eager student. By the end of the day he was feeling as if it had all
been a dream. Miss Harding would hardly even acknowledge his presence and he
was feeling a little put out. That
night after laying in bed unable to sleep, he wandered downstairs and was
surprised to see a light on in the library. When he walked in the study, he was
greeted by Josie’s lilting voice, “Ah, I was beginning to wonder if you had
given up the pursuit of learning.”
Swallowing hard, Jarrod
felt his face warming at the thought of what might transpire this evening.
Straightening his shoulders, he turned and locked the door, then faced the
beautiful Josie Harding. “I thought I’d dreamt it all. You didn’t seem to
be...”
Josie interrupted him
with a laugh, “I doubt very much if your family would approve of this
particular brand of learning, young Jarrod.”
She beckoned him to the settee, “Come.”
Jarrod nervously
approached, sitting down at the far end of the settee. Josie lightly admonished
him, “You won’t accomplish much from over there. Closer.” Scooting closer, Jarrod tried not to stare
at the front of her gown, fully exposed by her open robe. He quickly ducked his
head as his groin began to stir and Josie’s fingers found his chin, “Do not be
embarrassed by your reaction. It is perfectly natural.” She smiled and added,
“I would be offended if you did not enjoy what you are seeing. For what we are
doing, you are permitted to stare.” His
eyes drifted back to her bosom despite his best efforts and he felt his mouth
actually water at the sight of her rising breast. Lost in the wondrous view, his head shot up at Josie’s next
offer, “Would you like to touch them?”
A tentative hand reached
forward and caressed the skin he’d been dying to touch and he was in awe of the
softness. Forgetting his goal for a moment, his hand roamed over her velvety
skin, touching and caressing. Moving his hand, he pushed back the silky
material of her robe and ran his hand over her shoulder and down her arm, then
did the same with the other, eliciting a shiver from Josie. This exploring touch was unexpected and she
found herself reacting. His fingers traced her collarbone and the sweet hollow
beneath and when they roamed down her breastbone to the lace of her gown,
Jarrod looked at her questioningly.
Josie nodded, “Please.” His fingers worked the laces and he opened
her gown to reveal the inviting mounds. Breathing was getting difficult as he
marveled at the sight. Never had he seen a woman so openly displayed and his
hands went to the luscious curves without thought. Cupping one in each hand, he
closed his eyes and tried to memorize this moment, hoping to savor it
forever. Josie stared at the young man
before her, surprised by his tenderness.
Boys were notorious for their lack of patience, and Jarrod’s desire to
explore before rushing head long into adulthood was an eye opener for Josie.
This young man was going to be worth teaching some of the finer points of
pleasing a woman.
Jarrod’s hands traced the
curve of her breast, his arousal obvious by his tented pants. Josie’s hand
reached in through his open robe and let her fingers play over his abdominal
muscles. Youth had its advantages with
hard and firm physiques and Josie was enjoying the rippling affect her touch
had on Jarrod. His breathing was unsteady as her fingers teased his taut nubs,
and he wondered if it would have the same affect on her. He took note of her hard, rosy nipples as he
rubbed his palms over the tight peaks. Kneading them between his fingers he
watched her chest heave in accord with his teasing. His own flesh was pulsing
with need as he heard her soft moan of pleasure at his ministrations. In a daring move, he leaned in and kissed
her silky skin. Receiving no resistance, he shifted on the settee so he could
further explore with his mouth. He kissed, and tasted all the places he’d
touched earlier, delighting in Josie’s reaction. It had never occurred to him
that he would find pleasure in pleasing someone else, and as his manhood jerked
at the sound, he worked to make her moan.
Remembering her nipples, he lowered his mouth over the sensitive bud and
let his tongue taste the tender crest. Driven by her moans, he let his lips
enclose it and as he sucked, Josie arched into his mouth. Startled by her reaction, Jarrod pulled
back, but a hand darted out and grabbed his neck, pushing him back to the
delectable morsel.
His hardness was aching
for relief and he pressed into Josie, pushing her back onto the settee. Ashamed
of his forwardness, he tried to apologize between breaths, “I’m...sorry.”
Josie’s own chest was
heaving as she panted, “Go with...what you...are feeling.”
Hesitating, he lowered
himself over her, settling between her legs and when his hardness rested
against the juncture of her thighs, his eyes flew open at the contact. Josie lifted her hips increasing the
pressure and it was Jarrod’s turn to moan.
His arms trembled as he held himself above her, afraid he would hurt her
with his weight. It was uncomfortable on the settee, no where roomy enough, and
Jarrod desperately needed something to push against. Sliding his arm under
Josie’s back, he lifted her and smoothly set her on the floor, then moved atop
her once more. Sighing as his maleness touched the hard bone at the apex of her
thighs, he rocked forward enjoying a moment of relief. He was torn between Josie and himself,
wanting to experience last nights sweet pleasure again but needing to touch the
woman beneath him.
Shifting a leg over
Josie’s he found the needed contact by pushing himself into her thigh. He moved
lower, his lips once again finding her hard nipples. Pulling one into his
mouth, he sucked and nibbled on it, making Josie writhe and moan beneath him.
Her excitement was driving him to distraction and his hips pushed and circled
on her thigh, yearning for more friction. Josie needed more too. She touched
his hip and had him settle once again between her legs. Jarrod quickly found
the tight spot between her legs and thrust against her. Positioned as he was, Josie felt her own
heat rising and she met him thrust for thrust as he rocked over her sensitive
bud. He pumped harder and faster, sweating at the effort. Jarrod watched her and when she threw her
head back and arched upward into his needy flesh with a moan, the sound sent
daggers of delight into his groin. He dropped his weight and ground his hard
length against her as he buried his head next to hers. As badly as he wanted to
prolong the pleasure, he felt himself tense and he knew it would be over soon.
Like the previous night, he was captured by the scream of light and sensation
that assaulted his loins, and couldn’t stop thrusting for more. Only when he
was totally spent did he collapse on top of a breathless Josie.
“You are an excellent
student, Jarrod.”
“Hmm,” sighed Jarrod, too
relaxed to formulate words.
Part 3
The next night, Jarrod
lay anxiously in bed waiting for time to pass. He’d tried reading, but his mind
was too preoccupied. One good thing
about the last two nights, he woken without the mysterious wet spots in his sleeping
pants. By the time he felt safe to
wander downstairs his manhood was at full attention. Pulling his robe tighter, he walked into the study.
Josie smiled, “Right on
time.” Jarrod stood at the closed door, reluctant to come closer in his present
condition. Looking at him curiously for
a moment, Josie chuckled, “Oh you poor dear.”
Rising from her place at the fire, she sauntered over to stand in front
of him. His face gleamed with perspiration, his breathing elevated as he tried
to calm the blood that pumped through his veins. Opening his robe, Josie’s eyes
dropped and knew she’d correctly assessed his situation. Jarrod stood as still
as a statue as she leaned close to his ear and whispered seductively, “Would
you like to learn something new tonight?”
Her tongue teased his ear
and a sigh escaped his lips, “Yes.”
Jarrod stayed against the
door as she kissed and nipped her way down his chest and abdomen. Josie dropped
to her knees in front of him and he frowned, wondering what she was doing. Reaching up, she hooked her fingers in his
pants and eased them to the floor. With an innocent smile, she looked up and
told him firmly, “Whatever you do, don’t scream?”
Trying not to laugh at
such a preposterous thought, he questioned, “Scream?”
Josie nodded
mischievously, “Don’t scream.”
Shrugging his shoulders,
Jarrod nodded, “Okay.” If he’d know
what she was about to do he might have taken her warning more seriously. As it
was, he was totally unprepared and when her mouth enclosed the tip of his
erection, Jarrod had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying out at the
exquisite sensation. His eyes were wide
with disbelief as Josie rolled her tongue and lips over his crown.
He was panting furiously
as she pulled back and looked up at his darkened eyes of desire. She emphasized
more clearly, “Don’t scream.”
This time Jarrod nodded
adamantly, understanding finally dawning. Her tongue traced a path down the
vein on the underside of his pulsing length and moved slowly back to the blood
engorged tip. His hands clenched in fists, he couldn’t remove his eyes from
what she was doing. Josie wrapped her
hand around the base of his shaft and enveloped the rest of his hardness in her
mouth. Jarrod was lost in the warm
moistness and his head thrashed back and forth against the study door as her
mouth slid up and down his swollen flesh. His breath was harsh and uneven, his
hips wanting to thrust, but she held him firmly in place with her other
hand. His world was spinning out of
control, and the burn that started in his belly broke free. He wanted to scream, oh how he wanted to
scream! Lifting his cloth covered arm,
he bit down on the cuff of his robe and strangled cries escaped his mouth as he
exploded deep in Josie’s throat. Stream after stream spurted forth and his world
narrowed to the fiery sensations pulsing through every vein. Josie sucked him to completion and he melted
to the floor, shuddering in the aftermath of such a powerful climax.
He lay curled up,
fighting to get air to his oxygen starved lungs when Josie sat and lifted his
head into her lap. Her touch made him shiver and she soothed him with soft
caresses until his breathing calmed and the trembling stopped. Jarrod lay in
her lap and it took sometime before he realized he could feel her soft skin
beneath his face. The startling realization had him sitting straight up, wide
eyed and embarrassed. For the first time since entering the study, he actually
looked at Josie and swallowed hard, seeing only a robe covering her soft, white
flesh. Through the thin silky material
he could make out the peaks of her breasts as they pressed against the thin
cloth. His finger reached out and lightly traced around the hardened tip and he
smiled in satisfaction as Josie’s breath hitched. Her hands stretched out
behind her, she tilted her head back inviting him to continue his explorations.
Stretching out beside her, he faced her and repeated his motion on the other
breast. Her skin was so soft that he
couldn’t stop himself from touching all along her torso, enjoying the feel of
such delicateness. His hand dropped lower until he was playing in the stiff
curls of her mound. As his fingers played, he let them slip between her legs
and he felt a wetness. Removing his
hand, he rubbed the substance between his fingers. Bringing them to his nose he sniffed them curiously. Drawn by the
sweet odor, he cautiously tasted it and found a pleasant surprise. Looking at Josie, he realized what he had
done and he turned a deep shade of red.
His eyes found hers, saw no recrimination and he sighed his relief. Her only response was to spread her legs a
little wider to allow him more freedom.
Jarrod needed to know
what other treasures lie beneath the mound of curls and he let his fingers
delve deeper. He startled when his
fingers slipped into her soft, damp folds and Josie twitched under his touch.
Exploring the moist petals, he found the hard nub that made Josie moan if he
caressed it. Jarrod felt his own flesh
twitch at her pleasure and he teased her center needing to hear her sighs. He watched and listened to her reactions as
his fingers played, using it to guide his actions. His finger rubbed her downy
flesh and when it slipped into a deeper crevasse, Josie pushed down forcing it
further inside. He was shocked by the
tight, warmth that surrounded his finger and the deeper he pushed the more
Josie moaned. When he could go no further he pulled it out and penetrated her
depths again, wanting more. Josie was
thrusting onto his finger and his own flesh pulsed in anticipation. His fingers
slipped in and out of her center with ease and the wetness beckoned him. It
coated his fingers and he leaned closer to catch the rich aroma. He knew what
he wanted to do, but was too unsure until he heard Josie’s breathless plea,
“Taste it.”
His heart raced as she
granted him permission, and he hesitated only a second before he leaned over
her enticing center. With his fingers,
he gently parted her nether lips and his tongue darted in and tasted her creamy
wetness at the source. He licked at her tender folds and his hardness grew with
every moan he elicited from her. When
his tongue found the small bundle of nerves at the apex of her womanhood, she
arched into his mouth moaning with pleasure. With each flick of his tongue,
Josie reacted and he dared to suck on the tiny nub just as he had her nipples. Josie bucked upward and Jarrod pulled it
deeper into his mouth running his tongue over it as he sucked. His eyes looked
up at Josie’s face and saw pure bliss in her features.
Her eyes caught his, and
seeing his dark desire, knew it was time. At her request, Jarrod settled
between her legs and when her wetness covered his heated flesh, he gasped
sharply and instinctively thrust against her. He needed more, so much more, yet
he was too inexperienced to know what it was he was supposed to do. Sensing his indecision, Josie reached
between them and grasping his aching member, guided him to her own aching
center. As he felt himself sliding into her tightness, he bit back a loud moan.
He started trembling with need as he pushed further into her depths. When he
was finally buried as far as he could go, he had to stop and savor the
incredible feeling. He never imagined
anything feeling this good and he wanted it to last forever. Josie had
different ideas and begged him softly, “You need to move.”
Jarrod slowly eased
himself in and out, until Josie moaned, “Faster, honey.” He thrust faster and faster, his need
outweighing all else. Josie was panting
beneath him and he remembered how she’d reacted when he pressed against that
hard nub. Grinding himself against her mound as he pumped into her warm depths,
Josie wrapped her legs around his waist and he sank deeper, driving his need to
a higher level. They found a rhythm and
both were breathing harshly when Jarrod felt her inner muscles quiver and he
thrust harder and faster in response. Josie suddenly arched her back, grabbed
his backside and ground herself against him as he felt her warm tunnel clench
his pulsing shaft. His body took over
and he pounded into her erratically, desperate for release. And then it started. He no longer had
control of anything as his balls pulled tightly against the base of his shaft
and he felt the incredible build up of pressure culminate in the longest,
hardest orgasm of his short life. He muttered words his mother would be shocked
to hear as he shuddered and convulsed in a gut wrenching climax, shooting his
seed as deep and as hard as he could into Josie depths. Her own rippling of
muscle milked him to completion and he gasped sharply for any air coming his
way.
Lifting up enough to look
at Josie, he tried to find words to express what he felt, but nothing could
describe the overwhelming sense of pure contentment. This was what all adults
kept so secret and yet he wanted to shout to the whole world how wonderful it
was.
Wonderful it was, but his
world came to an end when the study door opened and Jarrod looked up to see his
father standing in the doorway. It was
hard to say in that moment, which of the three occupants was the most shocked.
Jarrod scrambled off of Josie, but then realized he’d left her fully exposed to
his father’s view. Removing his robe, he quickly covered her and grabbed for
his pants. The whole time his father stood speechless. Thankfully, he stepped
outside and closed the door giving them at least some privacy to rearrange
themselves. Before they stepped out,
Jarrod took Josie in his arms and kissed her cheek. “Thank you, Josie Harding.
I will never forget what you’ve taught me.”
Josie smiled warmly, “You
were an excellent student that has taught me a few things as well. Stand proud, Jarrod. A man could do no
better.”
Jarrod squared his
shoulders and wrapping his arm around Josie’s waist the two of them went out to
face his father.
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Jarrod lay in bed the
next night, thinking about his education. He would miss Josie, but his father
had made it painfully clear that Josie would not be spending another day in
this house. Surprisingly and
thankfully, his father had left his mother out of the situation, telling her
only that Miss Harding had decided to continue on her journey. Jarrod got a lecture about keeping his
private life...more private.
Thinking of Josie brought
forth more than memories and his groin ached for some release. He thought long and hard before grabbing his
throbbing member, and decided that sight was highly overrated.
THE END