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The Freshman
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Two
"Well it's still early," David said as they
pulled away from the restaurant, "would you like
to do anything else?"
"Well it is almost nine-thirty," Whitney
said as she glanced at the dashboard clock, "an
old woman like myself does need her sleep."
"Oh, okay," a confused David replied.
"Honey, I'm only kidding," Whitney
laughed. "I've been known to stay up almost till
the end of the eleven o'clock news."
David now laughed as he realized she was
playing with him.
"What would you like to do?" Whitney
said. "We are, after all, supposed to be out
celebrating."
Well, I guess we could catch a movie at
the multiplex," David suggested.
"Oh it's much too nice a night to be
cooped up in a stuffy movie theater," Whitney
replied. "Why don't we go for a drive along the
lake. I remember it being especially lovely this
time of year."
"Okay, the lake it is," David smiled, glad
that the night wasn't coming to an early end.
A half hour later, they were driving along
Lakeshore Drive and Whitney found the fresh air
to be as invigorating as she remembered it. It had
been a long time since she'd come this way.
"There's a small turn off just ahead," she
said as she pointed to David's left. "At least there
used to be. If it's still there, turn onto it. There
should be a nice outcropping where we can park.
The view is magnificent."
Less than a minute later, an open dirt road
appeared to the left and David turned on to it. As
Whitney had remembered, it led up to a clearing
with an unobstructed hundred and eighty degree
view of the open lake.
"Wow," David exclaimed as he put the
car into park, "this is really beautiful."
"Yes it is," Whitney agreed. "More lovely
than I remembered."
"Did you come up here a lot?" a curious
David asked.
"You could say that," Whitney replied. "I
think the first time I ever came up here I was even
younger than you."
"Thank you for showing it to me," David
said, his attention fixed on the vista before them.
"There's a path down to the water,"
Whitney remembered. "Let's take a walk."
Guided by the light of the full moon, the
two of them made their way down the path to the
shoreline. Whitney took off her shoes and walked
barefoot onto the small beach. A gentle wave
splashed up onto the sand and over her feet.
"It's been a long time since I've done that
too," she laughed.
Reluctant to get himself wet, David
instead sat down on one of the large rocks that
framed the small beach. He watched as Whitney
stared out into the darkness.
"David," Whitney said, "how do you see
me?"
"Excuse me," he responded.
"How do you see me?" she repeated.
"What am I to you?"
"My friend," the twenty-one year old said
without hesitation.
"Just a friend?'' she asked further.
"I don't understand," David replied.
Whitney turned and walked out of the surf
to sit next to David on the rock.
"My daughter seems to think that you
might have a thing for me," Whitney said.
"A thing?"
"An attraction," she clarified.
"Oh."
"Do you?" Whitney asked.
"I guess maybe I do," David said after a
few moments hesitation.
"But..." Whitney added as she sensed
there was more.
David seemed reluctant to explain further.
"I won't be offended by anything you say,"
Whitney offered. "As you've probably noticed,
I'm a real big girl."
"I am attracted to you," David said. "I
think about you a lot. Even though I know I
shouldn't."
"You're going to have to explain that one
to me," Whitney said.
"I ..." he began, then hesitated. "I can't."
Whitney placed her hand on his shoulder
and spoke softly.
"David, do you have sexual fantasies about
me?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered almost inaudibly, as
even in the dim light she could see his face turning
a bright red.
"Honey, there's nothing wrong with that,"
Whitney said reassuringly.
He didn't seem convinced.
"Would it make you feel any better if I told
you I've had erotic daydreams about you too?"
David looked at Whitney in disbelief. It
never occurred to him that she could possibly
have the same feelings, the same desires.
"I have it on no less an authority than my
daughter, Diane, that it's quite common for young
men to have sexual fantasies about older women,"
Whitney said. "And in that same thinking, I'm
sure it's not that unusual for a mature woman like
me to have a fantasy or two about a young man
like you."
"I don't know what to say," David said.
"Don't say anything then," Whitney
whispered as she took David's face in her hands
and kissed him.
It was not the sort of kiss you normally
expected to see a fifty-one year old woman give a
young man less than half her age. Whitney's
tongue invaded David's mouth with a vengeance,
exploring the soft wetness found there. After a
moments hesitation, David responded in turn. He
couldn't believe the stuff of his secret fantasies
might actually be coming true.
"That was nice," Whitney smiled as they
broke the kiss.
"Yes it was," David agreed a little
sheepishly, feeling like he was a sixteen year old
on his first date.
"Shall we try that again?" Whitney asked.
"Oh yes," David agreed.
If anything, the second kiss was even more
intense as Whitney took David's hand and pressed
it to her breast. As their lips parted again, she
pulled his head down to where his hand had
rested. His nostrils filling with the sweet aroma of
the perfume Whitney had earlier splashed there,
David kissed the soft exposed area of her supple
mounds. His tongue explored the depths of her
cleavage as he felt the softness of her hand come
to rest on the hardness of his cock. For a few
seconds, the young man worried that he might
actually come in his pants.
"While this wouldn't be the first time I've
done it in the woods," Whitney said as she rubbed
his cock ever so slightly, "I'm sure we could find
someplace a little more comfortable."
David nodded his head in agreement,
unable to find his voice as he realized how far
Whitney was willing to take what was happening.
"Didn't we pass a motel a few miles back?"
Whitney asked rhetorically. "I'm sure we could
find a empty room."
"Yes," David managed to say.
Almost amused by the young man's
discomfort, Whitney suggested that she drive.
David barely said a word on the five
minute drive back to the motel, silently staring
instead at the beautiful woman sitting beside him.
Whitney considered the idea that perhaps she was
going too far too fast as she glanced back at the
young man. Then as quickly as the thought
appeared, she dismissed it. Too many times in the
last twenty months she had let things go too slow.
Pulling into the parking lot, she was glad
to see the vacancy sign at the entrance of the small
motel lit up. She would've really hated to have to
drive all the way back into town.
"Should I go and get us a room?" David
asked as they came to a stop, his excitement
finally subsiding enough for him to act his age.
"Only if you let me pay for it," Whitney
replied. "After all, this was my idea."
With that she handed him a few bills from
her purse and watched as he practically raced to
the management office. Sitting in silence for the
brief time David was gone, Whitney felt more
excited than she had for ages. It had been a long
time since she'd had a sexual adventure.
"Room nine," David said as he came back
to the car. "It's right over there."
Locking the car door behind her, Whitney
followed David the short distance to the last room
at the end of a long row.
The motel hadn't been here the last time
Whitney visited the lake. She had once overheard
Diane and a few of her girlfriends talking about it
back when they were in high school. Imagining
what kind of dump it must be, Whitney had told
Diane that if she had to have a place to go with a
boy, she'd rather they'd use the small apartment
over the garage. There was no way she was going
to keep her daughter from sleeping with her
boyfriends if that was what she wanted to do, but
at least Whitney could make sure they had a safe,
clean place to do it in.
Most of the guests who registered at the
Lakeview Motel were those referred to as "short
stay guests". Usually married men with women
not their wives, or young unmarrieds who for one
reason or another didn't have a place of their own
to go. The illicit nature of the clientele seemed to
add to the excitement of the moment.
The room was better than she expected
out here in the middle of nowhere. Filled with
your basic motel furniture, it looked as nice as any
other Whitney had been in over the years. All she
really hoped for was for it to be clean and private,
so finding it like this was definitely a bonus.
"It's a nice room," David said for lack of
anything else.
"Yes it is," Whitney agreed.
Whitney couldn't help but wonder if the
young man would be as nervous as he appeared to
be if he was here with a woman his own age. She
knew from their talks that he wasn't a virgin,
having had the normal share of girlfriends in high
school and his first year of college.
"Maybe," she thought as she excused
herself to use the restroom, "that's part of what
he fantasizes about. The more experienced older
woman and the inexperienced young man."
When she reemerged from the bathroom,
Whitney was only wearing a bra and panties,
having left the rest of her clothes carefully folded
on the vanity. Both undergarments were black
lace and designed more to display than conceal.
Whitney wasn't sure what possessed her to put on
something so scandalous when she was getting
dressed. She just knew she didn't want to wear
the boring plain whites that were her normal fare.
"I hope you're not too disappointed,"
Whitney said as struck a pose, putting her best
assets forward.
"You're beautiful," David said
breathlessly.
"Well let's just say that I'm not in bad
shape for a lady my age," Whitney laughed as she
stepped over and put her arms around him.
The kiss she gave him was brief, with just
a glimpse of her tongue passing between his lips.
She held him tight for a few moments more, then
took a step back.
"Why don't we make you a little more
comfortable," Whitney said as she undid his tie
and then the buttons of his shirt.
When his shirt was half undone, Whitney
kissed the small area of his chest visible in the
opening of his v-neck T-shirt. Nearly hairless, his
chest was hard and smooth. Once his shirt was
gone, the v-neck followed.
Fingers outstretched, Whitney ran her long
red nails across David's chest, playing with his
small male nipples as she passed over them. On a
playful impulse, she leaned over and kissed each
of them, using her nimble tongue to tickle the tips.
Her late husband had loved it when she played
with his nipples. From the look on his face, it was
apparent that David shared that enjoyment.
As if to even the odds, David in turn
reached up and undid the front clasp of her bra.
The lacy nature of the undergarment had allowed
a good look at both her hidden flesh and areole,
but once the thin material fell away they were
revealed in all their splendor.
David wasted not a moment in placing a
hand beneath each of her breasts, lifting them one
at a time to his mouth. Using his lips and eager
tongue, the young man covered her mounds with
wet caresses.
"Mmmmm, that feels nice," Whitney said,
meaning every word.
As much as she wanted to continue and
finish undressing her young lover, she waited and
let him have his fun. Ever since she was a teenage
girl, she knew men were fascinated by her breasts.
In those few encounters before and after her
marriage, her mounds were always the first thing
men had been drawn to.
Whitney eased herself back and sat down
on the edge of the bed, guiding David next to her.
It was a much more comfortable position for him
to play with her breasts. With his hands, mouth
and tongue, the young man massaged her mounds,
taking the thick nipples between his lips again and
again. Whitney stroked the back of his head,
playing with his dark hair and mouthing words of
encouragement. All the while she could feel
herself becoming wetter and wetter between her
legs.
Whitney guided David back up to his feet
and undid first his belt, then the button and zipper
of his pants. With a strong grip on the waistband,
she pulled on his pants with enough force to send
them dropping down to his ankles. A thin smile
formed on her lips as she focused on the thick
bulge beneath his white cotton briefs.
The blond haired woman ran two long
outstretched fingers over his hardness, outlining it
with her nails. Leaning forward to kiss it, she left
the imprint of her lipstick on the white material.
Then, just as she had done with his pants, she
pulled his briefs down to his ankles.
Freed from the restraint of his briefs,
David's cock sprang to attention. Six inches long
and slim, it was a monument to young manhood.
Enthralled by its beauty, Whitney kissed the base
of it, then the shaft, and finally the tip. She
wrapped her fingers around the base and ran her
tongue up and down its length, drawing soft sighs
from David. Sighs that quickly grew to a loud
moan a few moments later as Whitney took his
cock deep into her mouth.
"Oh God!" David exclaimed as he felt his
cock enveloped by the rich wetness of her mouth.
More than three decades of experience
took hold as Whitney drew David's manhood
deeper and deeper within her.
Faster and faster, she moved her head back
and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her
mouth, using both her tongue and lips to drive him
to ecstasy. Strong fingers gripped his ass as she
held him tight against her, swallowing almost his
full length.
Whitney could feel the weakness in his
legs and the building tremor in the rest of his body
as his orgasm desperately sought release. A
release that came a half dozen heartbeats later
with an explosion of whiteness into Whitney's
waiting mouth.
Even as David erupted into her throat,
Whitney pulled him tighter against her, as not to
miss of single spurt of his nectar. It was a treat
that she had long denied herself. She continued to
suck his young manhood until it had no more to
give. Still semi-erect, it slipped out from between
her lips. Whitney took the time to lick the last
remnants of her efforts from its length and kiss the
tip of it once last time.
"Did you enjoy that?" Whitney asked as
she sat upright on the bed, knowing full well that
of course he had.
"No one," David said as he stood naked in
front of her, "has ever made me feel like that
before."
The praise made Whitney smile. It had
hardly been David's first blow job, but it was
obvious he thought it was certainly the best. After
so many years of practice, Whitney had learned
her skills well.
Pulling David close to her once more,
Whitney took his hand in hers and pressed it
between her legs. He could fell the wetness
through the thin material of her panties. Their lips
met softly as he began rubbing her pussy with
outstretched fingers. As he massaged the damp
mound, a quiet cry erupted from Whitney's lips.
"That feels good," she said.
"I hope I can make it feel better," David
replied.
With that he slid his hand beneath the thin
elastic and down against Whitney's wet bush. His
fingers quickly found her clit and rubbed against it
as well. This brought an even louder response
from Whitney.
With Whitney still sitting on the edge of
the bed, David lifted her legs and pulled off her
panties. Dropping them to the carpeted floor, he
ran his hands up along the length of her legs and
then back again. He spread them apart, giving
him a perfect view of the hairy blond mound
between them.
Without a further word, David dropped to
his knees and replaced his hand with his mouth.
An eager tongue darted out from his lips and slid
between the folds of Whitney's sex. Up and down
it traveled its length, savoring its flavor and
spreading some of the excitement that filled the
young man throughout the woman's reclining
form.
"Oh baby, yes," Whitney said as she
closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation,
intertwining her fingers across the back of David's
head. "Right there, right there, that's so good."
Despite his lack of years, it was quickly
obvious to Whitney that David was that rarest of
finds. A man who truly loved to go down on a
woman and was also good at it. He lifted her legs
and draped them over his shoulders, giving him
even greater access to her prize.
As waves of erotic delight rippled across
her body, Whitney had to wonder why, with a
talent as obvious as this, David didn't have rows
of girls lined up to go out with him. Then she
remembered her daughter's comment that some
guys only got turned on by older women.
Whatever the reason, she just wanted to lay back
and enjoy it, hoping it would just go on and on.
Faster and faster David's gifted tongue and
mouth devoured Whitney's pussy, driving her into
a state of rapture. Passions long dormant rose to
the surface with a vengeance, melting years off the
fifty-one year old.
"Fuck me!" Whitney called out as she
writhed in a orgasmic build up, the likes of which
she hadn't felt since she was a newlywed. "Fuck
me with your tongue!"
As much as David loved making love to a
woman with his tongue, he had a greater desire as
far as Whitney was concerned. Pulling his head
back from her saturated mound, he stood up and
grabbed hold of his cock. With a single fluid
motion, he plunged the hard manhood into
Whitney's blond framed pussy. An entry made all
the easier by the copious amount of lubricants his
prior efforts had produced.
"Oh God!" Whitney called out in a cry
loud enough to be heard two rooms away as she
felt David's cock fill her.
Loud as the outcry was, it hardly
registered in David's ears. He was too intent on
what he was doing. Wrapping Whitney's legs
around his waist, the dark haired young man lifted
her off the bed and took hold of the cheeks of her
ass. Whitney in turn wrapped her arms around
David's neck, rising up and down on his cock as
she did.
It had been too long since she'd felt a man
inside her, at least in such an aggressive manner.
Her one instance of lovemaking in the many
months since her husband's death had been a
rather bland encounter in the missionary position.
One which convinced her that if that was the best
she could hope for, then she wasn't missing
anything.
If she had known sex with David was
going to be anything like this, she thought as she
rode up and down on his hardness, Whitney
decided she would've jumped his bones the day
they'd met. Hell, given her own sexual history, if
Diane had any idea of how good David was in
bed, she would've beat her mother to it.
"Oh honey," Whitney murmured as she
felt her climax building to completion. "Oh honey,
I'm going to come. I'm going to come."
"Come for me baby," David echoed as he
added his own powerful thrusts to Whitney's. "I
want you to come for me. I want you to feel so
good. "
A few more driving penetrations and
Whitney granted David his wish. He could feel
the walls of her sex contract and press against his
cock, a bodyquake of long forgotten proportions
gripping her body. The sudden increase of
sensation against his cock was enough to trigger
David's climax as well, sending spurt after spurt
inside of her.
Whitney's mouth opened wide in a silent
scream as her orgasm overtook her. They pressed
their bodies hard against each other, the sweat and
heat of their passions mixing together as if they
were one. David's climax was no less intense,
fueled by the realization of a fantasy fulfilled.
As his loins drained of his youthful
energies, he also felt the strength fading from his
legs. Unsure of his footing, he guided the two of
them back to the edge of the bed where they
collapsed on top of it, their arms and legs still
tightly intertwined.
They kissed hard, putting the last of their
energies into the embrace. Finally both of them
were spent, their eyes closing with exhaustion.
Not quite asleep, nor fully awake, they lay there in
a sort of twilight. Each was unwilling to let the
other go.
"I love you," David said a short time later
when they had rested enough to talk.
"No you don't," Whitney smiled as she
brushed a lock of his hair from over his eyes.
"But it was a nice thing for you to say."
David thought Whitney had expected him
to say just that. It surprised him that she brushed
it off so casually.
"David my dear," Whitney said as she
gently stroked his cheek. "I'm not some little girl
whose chastity you just compromised. I'm a
grown woman who went into this with her eyes
wide open. We're friends, that's true, and right
now I think it would be really nice to be lovers.
But love itself, well I really don't think there's a
future there for the two of us."
It wasn't hard for Whitney to recognize the
look that now appeared on David's face. It was
one of obvious relief. In giving in to his urges, he
had feared that he had destroyed the bonds of
friendship that had built up over the last few
months. That fear had caused him to confess to
an emotion he really didn't feel. At least not to the
degree he was claiming.
"And don't go trying to act like you're not
relieved to hear me say that," Whitney laughed as
he tried to hide his expression, "because you
really don't do it very well."
David just grinned.
"Still," Whitney went on as she pressed up
next to him, "there are other things that you are
very good at. And right now, given the choice, I
think I'd rather have that."
As she climbed on top of her young lover,
pressing her breasts against his face, Whitney
thought about her original decision to go back to
school. If this was what freshman year was like,
she couldn't wait to become a sophomore and see
what surprises that brought. But that was a
thought for another day she decided as she felt
David's still eager mouth close around one of her
nipples once more.
END
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