Maureen--a sıtter's story

MAUREEN--A SITTER'S STORY
When Tommy Webb's mother informed him that she and his father would be attending an old friend's wedding an electrical tingle sensation ran down his spine. He tried to restrain his excitement and held his breath for a moment.
"Will Maureen be coming over?" he asked in an intentionally dull voice.
"If she is available, I guess. She might have to stay over. We will be out very late,' said his mother leaning against the door frame of his bedroom.
"You don't mind, do you?" she asked a moment later.
"Yeah, sure. Maureen is okay," he said.
The momennt his mother left he wanted to jump up and down on his bed and shout with happieness. It was a few years before he would be old enough to stay in the house alone. Maureen was their sitter of choice. She was mature and enjoyed being with Tommy. He had no other siblings. Maureen was an adaopted sister.
He counted down the days in breathless anticipation. The final minutes were excrusiating. He waited for Maureen's mother to drop her off at the house. She hoped to be driving herself soon and promised to take him on a long ride. When the doorbell chimed he was upstairs in his room pacing the floor restlessly. When his mother called up to him to come down he was near breathless with excitement. He saw himself hurling his body into her arms, pressing against her sizeable breasts, feeling their softness as they would flatten against him. It made his head spin wildly. He exited his room and descended the stairs. Maureen was in the living room.
She was a plain girl with a round chubby face. The hair framing her face was black and was usually kept short, somewhat tosseled. She was not much taller than he was. In a few years he might be taller than her. She wore a pale blue summer dress that gave just a teasing glimpse of her deep cleavage. Tommy went over to her and she put an arm around him.
"Did you miss me?" she asked when his parents finally left. They watched the car pull out of the driveway and disappear.
Tommy immediately began fondling her breasts, his face illuminated with joyful smile. He nodded 'yes' to her question. His words jammed momentarily in his throat. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him, smiling. He pinched her nipples through the fabric of her dress. His eagerness might have caused him to be a little rough on such sensatives areas.
"Gently, darling," she would say with a chuckle.
She kissed him on the lips. His body tingled and his legs trembled as if about to give way beneath him. He rested his head against her breasts. She opened a few buttons and he kissed the exposed flesh. He inhaled the scent, the faint perfume or fragrent soap she applied. She held him close.
Tommy asked Maureen why she didn't have a boyfriend. It was not meant to insult or hurt her but he could see the sadness settle into her eyes.
"Who'd want me. Look at me. I'm a dog," she said.
Tommy never felt such a keen sense of tenderness for anyone in his life. These emotions were entirely new to him. He reached to her and stroked her face---her lovely face.
"Me. I want you. You're beautiful," he said and kissed her. Never had he expressed such emotions towards a girl before. He was a very shy boy---especially around girls, He had many crushes but never dare articulate his feelings for fear of being rejected or laughed at.
It was the beginning of something new between them. He felt those old fears fading. He wanted nothing more than to be with her. He was not sure if these feelings were mutual. Neither ever uttered the words "I love you".
"You need a bath," Maureen abruptly announced with a radiant smile.
They went upstairs. She sat on the rim on the bath tub running the water while Tommy quickly undressed. He glanced over at her and noticed her dress had lifted and exposed more of her legs. They were strong, thick legs. He stepped into the tub. Maureen patted his bare ass with affection. She got a bar of soap and began lathering his shoulders. He was told to stand up. She lathered his body. Her fingers brushed his erect cock. The hair had grown thicker now. His balls were still bare.
"Some men don't get hair on their balls," she once told him. She squeezed them gently but stopped abruptly before he was going to come. He breathed heavily and leaned against her and got her wet. She laughed and quickly shed her clothes. He loved watching her undress, fixated upon each article of clothing. He loved when she opened her bra and her breasts spilled out. They were very white and the nipples were a pale pink color. When they were wet they had a distinct texture and he caressed them excitedly, slipping and tumbling over his anxious hands.
Maureen stepped in the tub. His eyes dropped to the dark tangle of hair between her plump thighs. He knew just hidden beneath was the tender pink flesh, it's texture unique to that region. Tommy moved his hands gradually downward. His fingers slip into her. He had to remember to be gentle. His enthusiasm sometimes got the best of him and she winced. She wa ery patient with Tommy and gave him advice and guidance when they had sex on previous occasions. He realized he had a fairly good sized penis. She taught him how to masturbate. He fumbled around and would apply too much pressure on his cock and leave it red and sore. His technique gradually improved and it became more pleasureable. He thought of Maureen and it was not long before he felt that lovely surge erupt from his cock. The discovery of hand lotion to replicate the moist sensation of her cunt added to his pleasure. A couple times his mother nearly walked in on him in this position. It was both terrorfying and thrilling.
Tommy worked his fingers in Maureen's cunt. She told him about a thing called the clitoris and when it was rubbed, pinched, squeezed, or suckled on it gave her great pleasure. Tommy was an eager student and always wanted to learn knew things. His first time going down on Maureen was a bit clumsy and timid. His first view of a female vagina was startling. He'd seen pictures in magazines but never a real one.
"Just kiss it," she told him that first time. He obeyed her and kissed her cunt. The scent it gave was strange to him. It was clean and fresh. He got bolder with each attempt. He enjoyed giving her pleasure and hearing her moan softly. Her body began to arch upward. It excellerated as she was about to come. Her moans deepened. Sudden convulsive thrusts of her hips would slam against his face. With experience he came to anticipate these reactions. They came suddenly but his reaction time was keener and he drew his face away quicker. Her face tigthened as her orgasm struck. Her flesh quivered underneath his caresses. Her would exhale a long, grateful sigh and then settle back down. She was quiet and rested.
When Maureen sat on the edge of the tub and opened her legs Tommy needed no prompting. He leaned forward and buried his face into the dark hair. It bristled pleasently against his cheek as he moved his head side to side, his tongue darting and flicking at her cunt and teased her clit. Her fingers ran through his wet hair. After a few minutes she pushed him away. He looked up at her face. He loved her smile. He loved to make her smile.
"Let's go to bed," she said.
They toweled one another dry and walked hand in hand into his room. She sat on the edge of the bed and sucked his penis for a few minutes. Tommy loved getting his dick sucked. The first few times he lasted only a few minutes but now he lasted much longer. He was still new at all of this and not developed any style of his own yet. He liked her mouth enclosing his prick and sucking on it. He was uncircumcised so she had to peel back the foreskin. She held his prick like it was a fragile figurine. She drank down most of his ejaculate when he did come--the overflow dribbled down her chin. If he was standing he felt his legs turn to rubber those first few times. Many wet dreams involved Maureen sucking on his cock and him awakening abruptly with his underpants saturated with semen.
They lay back down on the bed and she held his hip as he rolled over on top of her. One hand went down and told hold of his prick and guided it into her cunt. Tommy began to pump his hips slowly. He learned not to go too fast too soon or he'd surely come before he began to enjoy it all. Maureen whispered words into his ear. He liked to hear her say dirty words. It excited him. Sometimes she even told him dirty stories---perverse versions of fairy tales that made him blush on several occasions. He knew there were a few boys before him. Not many. She refuses to tel him about her first time. Her face would tighten if was ever brought up. He knew is was something bad and he never mentioned it again.
Maureen moaned softly beneath Tommy, her hips rolled and arched slightly. Once in a while he'd slip out but was quick put back in. There was a joyful and fun quality to their sex. Tommy became more relaxed and confident. When he was about to come he'd pause until the sensation passed and began to pump his hips again. He was still clumsy at times but the initial feeling of awkwardness was no longer foremost in his mind. His body melted into her's. She held his ass and kneaded the flesh. Her hands roamed over his body. The years of various athletic activities kept his body lean and sinewy.
When he did come he quickly pulled out as she instructed him on numerous times and ejaculated on her belly. Sometimes it erupted with such force that it splashed her slick perspired tits. She rang out every last drop of come from his cock and then Tommy fell on top of her. Both panted heavily. They were looked at each other deep into one another's eyes. Tommy's heart beat a wild rhythm in his chest. Maureen's breasts rose and fell with each excited breath.
"You're getting much better," she said.
Tommy just kissed her.
It was not long before both were fast asleep, wrapped in one another's arms. Tommy lingered a little longer than Maureen. He liked looing at her face while she slept. It was peaceful and lovely. He liked to stroke the dark hair that grew on her forearms. Strange little things began to exite him such as underarm hair she might have neglected to shave. It all had a tactile appeal that made him glow.
He looked down at her slumbering face and whispered: "I love you".
He settled down and dreamed of getting married and spending his life with her.
He smiled.