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	Celluloid Dreams
	by Ann  Douglas

	Ruth Carter sat at the old desk in the back room of All Star
Video. The last of her employees had gone home a half hour before
and the fifty-one year old felt justified in having a cold beer as
she worked.  It was an indulgence she would've fired anyone on her
staff for taking.

	Part of that attitude was, of course, due to the fact that
the average age of employees at All Star was eighteen.  From the
day she and her now ex-husband had opened the store fifteen
years before, there had been two ironclad rules she had gone by.

	The first was to always hire the cheapest help possible.
Experience had taught her that usually consisted of high school
and college students who didn't have much of a problem with
either minimum wage or the lack of benefits as long as the hours
were flexible enough.  If any of them grew tired of the job, there
were always others ready to take their place.  After all, how hard
was it to keep the shelves stocked and check tapes in and out.

	The other tenet, which she considered even more important
than the first, was to always make sure that the inventory
reflected what customers wanted.  In keeping with that belief,
Ruth made it a point to review rental records every week to see
just what was renting and what wasn't.  That was one reason
customers kept coming back to All Star, despite the larger variety
available at most chain stores.

	When they had first opened the store, the weekly review
used to take the better part of a night.  Then, about three years
ago, Ruth had the good fortune to have hired a kid really good with
computers.  Bored with the repetitious work the job called for, he
had offered to write a program to make it easier to keep track of
inventory.  Now it took less than an hour.  Ruth had been so
impressed by the program, she'd actually given him a bonus for the
work, the first and last she had ever given.

	The program broke the rentals down by category and Ruth
took note of a few tapes that hadn't been rented in a while.  If
there was no activity on them soon, she'd move them to the for
sale bin and order something new to take their place.  It was a
funny thing but the same people who wouldn't rent a particular
video, would buy that same title if they thought they were getting
a good deal on it.

	Finishing most of the review, Ruth turned her attention to
the adult videos.  People would've been surprised to discover that,
despite public pronouncements against such movies by prominent
individuals, they accounted for almost a third of all rentals.  It was
also a category that required a lot of attention, as customer taste
in these types of films was very inconsistent.  A distributor might
swear that the video in which a big boobed blond does ten black
guys was the biggest seller on the East Coast, but if it sat on her
shelves it wasn't worth the tape it was copied on

	In reviewing the rentals, Ruth only saw account numbers and
normally had no idea of which of her several hundred customers
was personally renting what.  One exception was the free account
she gave to her employees to help offset the low salaries.  These
accounts had distinctive id numbers.  Each of them was able to
rent five movies a week without charge. The only restriction was
that they couldn't take any new arrivals.  The last thing she
wanted was the staff taking them home and have paying customers
take their business elsewhere.

	When she first started the practice, Ruth noticed early on
that many of them used their freebies on adult films.  In some
cases, this was done by teens not old enough to rent them.  Since
they were doing the transactions themselves, Ruth usually looked
the other way.  After all, she'd hardly been an angel at that age
herself.  Of course if it were ever brought to her attention
officially, she'd have to do something about it.

	Personally, Ruth never had much interest in adult films,
preferring her sexual encounters to be more real.  Still, she knew
they served a purpose for some people.  One thing she did find
interesting was the insight some of the rentals gave into the
sexual tastes of her employees.

	One employee, for example, seemed to be very partial to
videos dealing with anal sex.  Something she wondered if his
girlfriend, whom Ruth had met, had any inkling of.  Another had a
strong passion for films dealing with women of color.  Last summer,
she was even mildly shocked to discover that one of the girls, now
gone on to college, was taking home tapes that dealt exclusively
with lesbian sex.  Yet for the most part, most of the adult rentals
tended to be of the garden variety.  What the salt and pepper
haired woman tended to think of as man meets woman, man fucks
woman, and then the women fucks someone else.

	Ruth was just about finished with both her beer and the
review, bringing up the list of films she had previously marked as
to be pulled for the discount bin.  She was surprised to see that
not only had five of them been rented in the last week, but that
they had all been taken out by one of the boys who worked for her.

	She remembered marking these tapes last month, thinking
at the time that ordering them in the first place had been a waste
of money.  It was only the fact that they were part of a package
deal that she took them in the first place.  Her reasoning being
that all the films featured women in their forties and fifties.  It
was her belief that most of the men who rented adult films
preferred to watch girls in their twenties, or in some cases even
younger.

	And yet, here was an eighteen-year old taking them all out.
Was it just curiosity on his part, she wondered?  But if that was
the case, why take out all five?  Wouldn't one or two have done it?

	Her own curiosity now sparked, Ruth brought up the full
record for the account.  Sure enough, the record showed three
other adult tapes in the inventory that featured older women, as
well as a few regular films that featured older/younger affairs.
Evidently the young man had quite a thing for mature women.

	 "Who'd have thought it?"  Ruth said to herself as she shut
down the computer and got ready to head home.

	Ruth stepped back into the outer store to check everything
before she left for the night.  After double-checking the front
door and the alarm, she walked over to the panel where the light
switches where and was about to turn them off when her eyes
glanced into the small room off to the side where the adult videos
were kept.  She thought about it a moment, then left the light
switch untouched, stepping into the adjacent room instead.

	Quickly locating the films the young man had rented, she
picked them up and looked at the boxes.  Intrigued, she took two
of them back into the main room.  Turning on the VCR and
television behind the counter, Ruth pushed one of the tapes into
the recorder.  Then she picked up the remote control and began to
fast forward through the tape, stopping at anything that looked
interesting.

	The first thing she noticed was that the woman actually in
the film bore little resemblance to those depicted on the box.  If
anything, the women performing sex acts on the screen looked like
the average woman you'd see in the supermarket or the laundry.
In fact, the fifty-something redhead on the screen at the moment
sort of reminded Ruth of Mrs. Kirkland over at the drug store.
Although Ruth couldn't imagine Bridget Kirkland down on all fours,
sucking off one teenage boy while another fucked her from behind.

	Jumping through the second tape, she found it to be more of
the same.  In fact, the age difference between the participants
seemed to be even greater.  This time, Ruth found it amusing to
picture the actresses as people she knew, even if there wasn't any
resemblance at all.  Having had her laugh, she rewound both and
put back the boxes, returning them to their places on the shelves.

	When she exited the small room, this time, the lights did go
off and Ruth walked out the back door to her car.

			          -=-=-=-

	Driving the six miles to her apartment, Ruth found that she
hardly noticed the cool breeze that was coming off the Florida
coastline.  Her mind was still on the tapes and the young man who
had rented them.

	George Bell was a nice kid, she thought, a few inches taller
than her own five foot five and at least twenty pounds lighter at
one thirty-six.  He had a slim build and light sandy brown hair.  At
first, she had thought to herself, he didn't seem the type to have
a thing for older women.  But then had to ask herself, what did
someone like that look like?  After all, she never considered that
Mark Taylor didn't seem the type that lusted after black women,
or that Connie Avallon wasn't the sort who liked girls.

	It also occurred to her that it was the type of women who
had been in the films that had really intrigued her.  In the case of
the regular movies George had rented, the women in question had
been stars like Anne Bancroft, Jacqueline Bisset and Cybill
Shepherd.  All actresses who hardly looked the age of the women
they were portraying.  Or if they did, they were in a shape that
few women looked like at that point in their lives.

	In the adult movies, on the other hand, the women had
indeed looked their age, with bodies to match.  Some were
overweight, or had imperfect bodies and faces that reflected a
life actually lived.  The type of women you saw on a daily basis
wherever you looked, even if it was just in the mirror.

	That was the key to it all, Ruth suddenly realized as she
pulled into the small parking lot in front of the four-story
apartment building where she lived.  They were exactly the kind of
woman she saw when she stepped out of the shower in the morning
and looked at herself in the full-length mirror that was on the wall
of her bathroom.  Of course she could never imagine herself doing
anything like that, not even in her wildest dreams.

	Not to say Ruth had anything against an active, and perhaps
sometime even adventurous, sex life.  Since divorcing her husband,
she'd had no problem having company in her bed when she wanted
it.  Most men her age still found her attractive, especially her
large thirty-eight inch bust which always drew their attention
when she walked into a room.

	Stepping into her fourth floor apartment, Ruth put the
whole train of thought behind her and concentrated instead on
what she could make for a late snack before bed.

			          -=-=-=-

	The next day was Saturday and she only stopped by the
store for a little while about mid-morning.  The senior member of
her staff, Carrie McGee, was more than capable of running the
operation and eager to do so.  She was in her last year of college
and had been at All Star for three years.  Running the store as
assistant manager didn't look bad on her resume and there was
also extra money in it as well.

	"Good morning, Ruth,"  Carrie said as she looked up from the
book she was reading at the high front counter.

	"Good morning Carrie,"  Ruth said as she lifted the movable
section of the countertop and stepped behind it.  "How are things
going this morning?"

	"About normal for a Saturday,"  Carrie said as she stepped
away from the desktop PC, a much more current model than the old
one they used for inventory.  She knew that Ruth would want to
see for herself the morning's activity.

	"Hmmm,"  Ruth hummed as she quickly scanned what was
displayed on the terminal and saw that Carrie's assessment was
correct.  "Well it should pick up in the afternoon, it usually does.  I
just want to take care of a few things and I'll be out of here."

	With that, she left the blond-haired twenty year old and
stepped into the back office.  A quarter hour passed as she
checked the morning mail and opened a box of new tapes that had
just been delivered.  After checking the invoice against the actual
contents, she called out for Carrie to send Billy Jones back to take
the box out front so that the assistant manager could enter the
new titles into the system before they were put on the shelves.

	Reading the last piece of mail, Ruth didn't notice at first
that there was someone standing on the other side of the desk.
When she looked up, she was surprised to see that it was George
Bell.

	"Carrie said there was a box you wanted me to take out
front,"  he said with a smile.

	It took a few long seconds for Ruth to realize she was
staring at the young man, reminded once more of the tapes he liked
to take out.  She also became acutely aware of the amount of
cleavage the dress she was wearing displayed, especially with her
in a sitting position and him standing over her.

	"I thought Billy was on today,"  Ruth said to cover herself
when she realized she had been staring at George.

	"We switched days,"  George said.  "He had something to do
and Carrie said it wouldn't be a problem."

	"Of course it's not a problem,"  Ruth said with a smile,  "I
was just surprised, that's  all."

	With a shrug, George picked up the box of new videos from
the desk and turned to carry them out to Carrie.  As he walked
away, Ruth found herself thinking that the kid did have a really
cute ass.

			          -=-=-=-

	Ruth found it harder to dismiss George from her thoughts
this time after she left the store and headed to the restaurant
where she was meeting some friends for lunch.  It was as if he had
brought to the surface some unknown curiosity within her.  Which
was pretty strange, she considered, since she'd never had even the
remotest fantasy about being with someone that young before.

	Sarah Thompson and Gloria McNair, both businesswomen,
were already seated at their table as Ruth joined them.  As she sat
down, Gloria signaled for a waiter to take the new arrival's order.

	Once she had the menu, it only took Ruth a minute to decide
what she wanted.  The waiter, a dark haired young man in his early
twenties, quickly jotted it down and went off to add it to what the
other two women had already ordered.

	"Hmm, I know what I'd like for dessert,"  Sarah said as she
watched the waiter walk away, taking in the view of his backside
even more blatantly than Ruth had George.  And Ruth, at least,
hadn't been in public.

	"Sarah, you're incorrigible,"  Gloria laughed as her friend
turned her attention back to the other two women at the table.

	"No I'm not,"  Sarah laughed back,  "I'm just horny."

	"Dave not taking care of business like he should?"  Gloria
quipped, making reference to the short-haired blonde's husband.

	"Oh he still has the fire in him when it's needed,"  Sarah
grinned, "but sometimes it's nice to think about what it would be
like with a randy young colt again, instead of an old plow horse."

	"Not me,"  Gloria commented.  "I'll take experience any day.
Someone who knows all the right buttons to push to get me off.
Who wants to have to show some young pup what he's supposed to
be doing?"

	"Ahhh, but think of the fun you'd have showing him,"  Sarah
countered,  "and if he didn't get it right the first time, he'd be
able to try it again.  Not many men our age can do that.  What do
you think Ruth?"

	"Oh I never really thought about it,"  Ruth lied, caught off
guard by the question.  "I guess you both have valid points."

	Thankfully, the waiter returned with their lunches, cutting
the discussion short.  Again, Sarah made no attempt to hide the
fact that she was checking out a lot more on the young man this
time than just his ass.  Ruth noticed that the waiter didn't seem to
be unaware of the attention, or mind it at all.

	Once the food had been served and the waiter off to take
care of other customers, the conversation at the table turned to
more conventional topics.  Still, even as they chatted about
business and family, Ruth's mind kept returning to what Sarah had
said about young men.

	When lunch was over and their good-byes had been said,
Ruth walked the two blocks back to where she parked her car.
Normally, she would've stopped by the store again on the way
home.  This time, she decided to head straight home.

			          -=-=-=-

	Back in her apartment, Ruth realized that she'd forgotten
to take some papers from the office that she wanted to read over
the weekend.  One of her distributors had offered her what looked
to be a good deal on a tape package, but she wanted to go over it
one more time before giving him an answer on Monday morning.
She really hated the idea of going in on a Sunday if she didn't have
to.

	Glancing at the wall clock, she figured some of the afternoon
shift was still at the store.  She decided to call Carrie and as long
as she could spare someone, have them drop off the papers she
needed on their way home. Of course she would have to let them
leave early to make up the time, otherwise she'd be paying them
overtime and that was something she hated to do.  The profit
margin on the store was small enough as it was.

	"That's right, Carrie,"  Ruth said over the phone,  "it's the
green folder that I left in my in box.  Put it in a larger envelope
and have someone drop it off at my apartment.  Make sure you seal
the envelope."

	"No problem,"  Carrie assured her.  "I'll have Maria run it
by, she only has an hour left to her shift anyway."

	"That would be fine, thank you,"  the boss lady said as she
hung up the phone.

	Ruth poured herself a beer and headed out to the terrace to
enjoy the afternoon breeze.  The view from her apartment
overlooked the marina and she liked watching the boats come and
go.  She took the time to change into a pair of comfortable shorts
and a low cut summer blouse first.  Not the type of thing she wore
outside, regardless of the weather, but around the apartment she
liked to be as comfortable as possible.

	She was on her second beer when she heard the doorbell
ring.  Putting down her glass, she headed back into the apartment
to let Maria in.

	Opening the door, Ruth found herself surprised, for the
second time that day, by George Bell.  She was about to ask what
he was doing here, then saw the large manila envelope in his hand.

	"I thought Carrie was sending Maria,"  she asked.

	"This was on my way home,"  George said,  "Maria lives over
on the South Side so I said I'd take it instead."

	Realizing she was being rude, Ruth stepped back out of the
doorway and invited him in.  As he stepped past her, the older
woman  had, for the second time that day, the impression that he
was staring at her breasts.  The top she was wearing was even
more revealing than the dress she had on this morning, plus she
was braless beneath it.

	"Would you like a soda or something?"  Ruth asked as she
closed the door, trying to dismiss the thought from her mind.
After all, he wouldn't be normal if he didn't look at her mounds,
seeing how much of them were on display in this blouse.

	"Yes, thank you,"  George said as he took a quick look around
the apartment.  "A soda would be fine."

	"I was sitting out on the terrace,"  Ruth said as she headed
for the kitchen.  "Why don't you have a seat out there and I'll
bring it out.  Just leave the envelope on the table."

	Ruth emerged from the kitchen a minute later, a bottle of
soda in her hand.  George had taken her suggestion and was out on
the terrace.  Taking a moment to check the envelope to make sure
they were the right papers, the fifty-one year old went out and
joined him.

	"This is an incredible view,"  George said when he saw Ruth
step out of the sliding doors.

	"It's really spectacular at sunset,"  Ruth replied as she
handed him the soda,  "almost like a painting."

	"I'll bet," he said as he opened the soda and took a long sip.

	"Why don't you have a seat,"  Ruth said, sitting down in her
own chair and picking up her beer.

	Picking one of the two other empty chairs, George sat down,
taking another drink of cold soda.  He found it strange that Ruth
had actually invited him in rather than just thanking him for
bringing over the envelope and sending him on her way.  If he could
read her mind at this moment, he would've discovered that she
found her actions just as strange as he did.  In fact, she was now
asking herself what did she think she was doing.

	"Do you like working at All Star?"  she asked, keeping the
other question to herself.

	"Sure, it's not a bad job,"  George answered.  "A lot better
than the ones some of my friends have."

	"That's good,"  Ruth said, finishing off what was left of her
beer.

	"I think I'm really going to miss it when I leave,"  he added.

	"You're leaving?"  Ruth asked, the comment taking her by
surprise.

	"At the end of the month,"  the light haired teen responded.
"Didn't Carrie tell you?  I start at Northern State in September."

	"I'm sure she mentioned it,"  the older woman said,  "I
must've just forgotten."

	"So what are you going to miss about All Star?"  Ruth asked.

	"Well the people most of all,"  he answered, pausing to take
another drink of soda.  "and there are some nice advantages to the
job."

	"Like the free movies,"  Ruth said, seeing her opening.

	"Yeah, that's a nice perk,"  he said with a smile.

	Ruth took a deep breath.  The reason she had invited George
in suddenly became crystal clear to her.  The question now was did
she really want to ask the questions now filling her head.

	"Oh what the hell, why not,"  she finally thought.

	Ruth shifted in her seat, taking a position from which
George couldn't help but stare straight at her large mounds.  She
waited a few seconds, just to be sure he was looking.

	"Speaking of the free movie rentals,"  she began, watching
his eyes,  "I happened to be going over the records the other
night.  I have to say that you have some interesting, to say the
least, taste in films."

	"I don't understand,"  George said, trying to keep an
innocent tone.

	But Ruth wasn't going to let him off that easily, she was
getting too much into the game.  Without pause, she rattled off
the names of the X-rated films he had rented.  With each new
title, George's face seemed to turn a little paler.

	"I ...  I ..."  he stammered.

	"Don't worry, you're not in any trouble,"  Ruth reassured
him,  "even if you were still underage when you took some of them
out.  I was just curious that's all."

	Despite her reassurance, George was a little worried.  He
had only turned eighteen two weeks ago and legally wasn't
supposed to take out any of the adult movies.

	"What were you curious about?"  he finally asked.

	"The people in the films I guess,"  Ruth said.  "Are you really
interested in women like that?"

	"I don't understand."

	"Women that old,"  Ruth clarified.  "Some of those women
must be older than your mother.  A few could even be your
grandmother."

	"You watched them?"  George said in disbelief.

	"Well let's just say that I was a little curious."

	"Yes,"  George abruptly said.

	"Excuse me?"  Ruth said, not understanding his meaning.

	"Yes, women like that interest me,"  he expanded.

	"Have you had that interest a long time, or is this something
recent?"  Ruth asked, finding the conversation fascinating.

	"I've always been interested in them,"  he admitted.

	Ruth paused for a few seconds, again asking herself just how
far she wanted to take this.  The fact that George hadn't suddenly
got up and left was a positive sign.  Also in favor in pressing the
situation a little further was the fact that he was going away to
school in two weeks.  If it went bad, he would be gone from her
life.

	"George, I want to ask you a question and I really want an
honest answer, okay?"  she asked.

	"Okay."

	"Are there real women you've known, maybe friends of your
mother, that you look at?"  she asked, considering that his mother
might've been on that list as well, but that was something she
really didn't want to know.

	"Yes,"  he said in a low voice.

	"Do you ever have sexual fantasies about them?"

	"Yes,"  he admitted, feeling almost ashamed to tell the
truth.

	"Do you play with yourself when you have those fantasies?"

	This time he couldn't bring himself to reply with words and
just nodded his head in the affirmative.

	"Have you ever had any of those fantasies about me?"  she
finally asked.

	This time George didn't move but his face turned the palest
shade yet.  For a moment, Ruth was afraid he might faint.

	"I'll take that as a yes then,"  she smiled.

	"Miss Carter, I'm sorry, I never meant to ..."

	"George, I'm not angry,"  she quickly interrupted. "If
anything, I should be flattered.  Not many men would be interested
in an old lady like me."

	Actually, that was a lie, but Ruth wasn't going to tell him
that.  While she would never be compared to the sort of older
women who were sometimes asked to pose for Playboy, there were
still men who found her attractive.

	"I never looked at you as old,"  George said.

	"That's very nice of you,"  Ruth smiled.  "Would it be okay if
I asked you a few more questions?"

	"I guess so."

	"Do you have a girlfriend?"  she asked.

	"No."

	"Have you ever had a girlfriend?"  she continued.

	"No, not really."

	"Have you ever been with a woman?"  she asked, figuring
that not ever having had a girlfriend didn't prelude that
possibility.  "Had sex with one I mean, not just making out."

	"No,"  he replied after a short pause, almost ashamed in his
answer.

	"Would you like to be with me?" Ruth asked without a
moment's hesitation, worried that if she paused even that long she
would lose her nerve.

	This time, George took an even longer pause before
answering.  Even with the direction their discussion had been going,
the directness of the question took him by surprise.  What had
been a fantasy five minutes ago was suddenly a real possibility.  He
also realized that the way his head was spinning, his answer might
be dictated more by the hard on between his legs than by any
argument his mind might offer.

	The growing erection in his shorts hadn't gone unnoticed by
Ruth.  In fact, the curiosity of what it might feel like in her hands,
or better yet, in her mouth and between her legs had given her the
courage to ask what had been up until the moment she said the
words, only a curious temptation.  Her one fear right now was that
George's next answer might once again be no.

	It was a needless worry as his own temptation overcame any
reluctance the young man might've had.  With a look of deep
anticipation filling his face, he gave Ruth the answer she wanted to
hear.

	An answer that brought the brightest of smiles to the video
store owner.  Without another word, she stood up and walked over
to George, taking his hand in hers.

	"Why don't we go into the bedroom?"  she asked, not
wanting to give him any more time to think about what was
happening and possibly reconsider.

	As it was, George almost fell over as he jumped to his feet
at her suggestion.  Without any hesitation, he let her lead him
through the apartment and into the rear bedroom.

	It was obvious that Ruth hadn't expected company as her
bedroom was in a state that could only be described as a
disorganized mess.  There was a pile of clean laundry on the edge
of the bed, but that was eclipsed by the even larger pile of dirty
clothes next to it.  George didn't seem to mind but Ruth excused
herself for the condition of the room as she picked up both piles
and deposited them in an empty space by the window.

	Turning back to George, Ruth could see that the young man
was understandably nervous. To tell the truth, it was a state she
also felt some part of.  What they needed was something to break
the ice and make them both feel more comfortable.

	"Nervous?"  she asked George.

	"A little,"  he answered, understating the level of anxiety he
felt.

	"Well there's no need to be,"  she said in her most
comforting tone as she moved closer until they were only two feet
apart.

	From that distance, George practically had his face in her
breasts.  As it was, he couldn't take his eyes off them, especially
as Ruth reached up and began to unbutton her blouse.

	She took her time undoing each button, pausing after each
one to let her shirt fall open even more.  The room was so quiet at
that moment she could hear George's breaths growing louder.  A
glance downward told her that, if it was possible, his erection had
grown even larger.

	Finally the last button had been reached and the last folds
fell free.  Ruth was sure the eighteen-year old's eyes were going
to pop out when he saw her wide areolas and the thick, stubby
nipples that capped them.  As it was, his mouth dropped open in
surprise.

	"It's okay to touch them if you want,"  Ruth smiled as she
closed the distance between them in half.

	George reached out with both hands, placing his palms on
the center of each large globe.  He gave a loud sigh as he felt the
warmth of her skin against his.  Ruth had to admit, the press of his
fingers against her breasts felt pretty good.

	Almost as good as the appetizing prize that her own eyes
were fixed on.  A treasure she reached out and cupped with one of
her hands.

	"Ohhh,"  George moaned as he felt her fingers close around
his cock.

	As one hand gently rubbed his erection through his pants,
Ruth used her other to deftly undo first his belt, and then his
zipper, quickly freeing his hardness.  Her appreciation of his
maleness was no less than his of her mounds. It wasn't that it was
anything spectacular, she thought, it was just the excitement of
youth that enthralled her.

	Ruth's thoughts flashed back to a night years before the
boy whose bare cock she now cradled in both hands had even been
born.  It had been her first time with a boy and she, and her
intended, were both as nervous as George seemed to be.  At the
time, she remembered the advice her older sister had given her.

	"Don't think about it, just drop down and suck the guy off,"
she had said one night when they were talking about sex.  "After
that, neither of you are going to feel nervous."

	It stood to reason, Ruth thought, what had worked
thirty-five years ago would work just as well now.  She dropped
down to her knees and before George could realize what she was
doing, slid his cock into his mouth.

	"Oh God!" the young man gasped as he felt her wetness
engulf his cock.

	Ruth moved his hardness back and forth between her lips,
her darting tongue sliding across his excited flesh.  She quickly
wiped away a small sample of his excitement from the tip of his
cock, then glided under the head before slipping down his full
six-inch length.  All the while her fingers massaged his balls.  She
wasn't sure if this was his first blowjob, but she wanted it to be a
memorable one.

	In actuality, it was George's second foray into oral sex.  One
of his classmates, Carol Andrews, had gone down on him for a few
minutes after they'd gone out a few times, just to satisfy her
curiosity as to what it would be like.  It didn't take long for her to
decide it wasn't something she enjoyed.  At least she had been
willing to finish him off with her hand, something he'd heard that
some girls wouldn't even do.

	But there was no comparison between Carol and Ruth, as age
and experience treated him to an experience that he was sure he
would remember when he was a grandfather.  It didn't take long
for him to recognize a familiar feeling building up inside of him, a
sensation he'd first felt when he had first taken himself in hand
back when he was twelve.

	Ruth had a fair amount of experience in recognizing the
signs as well.  In her case, they caused her to increase her pace
and apply an even greater suction on his cock.  Causing the pressure
within him to jump to a point beyond any ability of his to control it.
A few breaths later, Ruth's own heart jumped as she felt a warm
wetness explode against the back of her mouth.

	"Mmmmm,"  she murmured as that first small burst was
followed by a second and third of even greater volume.

	George would doubtlessly have been impressed at how much
the woman he so admired was enjoying the fruits of his orgasm.
That was if her soft moan hadn't been totally drowned out by his
much loader groans of delight.

	"Not so nervous now, are you?"  Ruth asked as she stood up
after letting his now drained cock slip from her mouth.

	"No, Ma'am,"  George eagerly replied,  a newfound
enthusiasm in his voice.

	"Sometimes the old remedies are the best,"  Ruth laughed as
she leaned over and gave George a quick kiss on his mouth.  "What
say we get you out of the rest of those clothes and see what else
we can try?"  she added.

	Quickly pulling his T-shirt over his head to reveal a smooth,
almost hairless chest, the teenager couldn't wait to see what was
next on Ruth's agenda.  Whatever it was, he was sure it was going
to be incredible.  The rest of his clothes followed just as quickly.

			          -=-=-=-

	Now totally naked, George was stretched out on the bed as
Ruth climbed on it as well.  She had rid herself of everything but
her panties, leaving the prize they concealed until later.  Bending
down, she kissed George again, this time pressing her tongue deep
into his mouth, an offering he was happy to accept as he closed his
lips against it and sucked on it deeply.  As she withdrew, he
reciprocated her gift, probing deep into her mouth and massaging
her tongue.

	Reaching up, his hands again closed on her heavy mounds,
rubbing against her nipples.  Ruth slid her hands under her breasts,
lifting then to a point where she could reach the excited nipples
with her tongue.  She licked one, then the other, taking them
between her lips and pulling on them hard.  When she was done, she
again shifted her body and offered them to her young lover.

	George took one breast in both hands and sitting up, guided
it to his mouth.  His lips closed hard around the stubby tip, perhaps
a bit too hard as Ruth gently admonished him to watch his teeth.
There was nothing wrong with a little biting, she told him, but it
had to be done with in certain way.  She then proceeded to show
him just how to do it.

	"Yes, that's better,"  she said as he sent tiny pinpoints of
pleasure across her breast.

	George did much better when he switched to her second
mound, continuing to play with the first with one hand.  In
between, he shared kisses with the older woman, marveling in the
sweetness of her lips.

	"I guess Sarah was right and Gloria wrong,"  Ruth reflected
as their mouths pressed against each other once more, not that
she could imagine a set of circumstances under which she'd ever
share that information with her friends.

	Pressing George against the bed, Ruth went to work on his
own nipples with her tongue.  While not as sensitive as hers, they
were quite capable of being points of pleasure.  Something few
girls his own age realized.  With strong strokes, she whirled her
tongue back and forth across them, giving a more practical
demonstration of how to use his teeth and lips.

	Her left hand slid down the side of George's body, coming up
between his legs to again cup his balls.  Continuing upward, she
traced the length of his cock, finding it already semi-hard once
more.  It wouldn't be long, she happily thought, before it was fully
erect.  Just to help it along, she closed her fingers around it and
began to slowly pump it.

	"Oh yeah,"  George said as he felt Ruth jerk him off.

	She continued to do so for a few minutes, then stopped as
she judged him to be hard enough.  George had a small look of
disappointment on his face, but Ruth assured him that she had
better things in mind that to simply have him spill his seed all over
his stomach.

	With her same hand, Ruth closed her fingers around his
right hand and guided it down below her waist and under the
waistband of her panties.  Pressing it against the thick bush that
covered her mound, she watched the look of excitement in his eyes
as he felt the deep wetness already there.  She started rubbing
her pussy with his fingers, then after a few repetitions, took her
hand away and let him continue on his own.

	"That's it, baby,"  she whispered in his ear as she kissed the
outer edge of it,  "just like that."

	Ruth laid back and closed her eyes, letting her mind drift
and her body enjoy the forceful touch of the younger man.
Sometimes the simple pleasures were the best, she always told
people.

	George continued to play with her pussy, finding his way to
her clit and concentrating his efforts there.  Each new penetration
of her womanhood sent a small, echoing wave across her body.
Waves that slowly rebounded upon themselves and increased in
intensity.

	"Take off my panties,"  Ruth said, anticipation in her voice.
"I want you to fuck me!"

	George eagerly gripped the sides of her panties and pulled
them down.  As he slid them over her feet, he turned and looked
back at the gray-white patch that he had just been playing with.
He was hoping to try licking her pussy, something that played a
prominent part in his fantasies, but the tone of Ruth's voice made
it clear she wanted him in her now.

	"Can I do it doggy style?"  he asked as he closed his fingers
around his erect cock, remembering how much he liked watching
the women in the videos take it that way.

	"Honey, you can do it anyway you want,"  Ruth said.  "Just be
sure you put it in the right hole."  she laughingly added.

	Climbing up on all fours, Ruth lifted her backside and
presented it to him.  George moved between her legs and aimed his
cock toward the center of the hair-framed hole.  He took a deep
breath, thinking that this was his last moment as a virgin.

	Ruth reached back and took his cock in hand, positioning it
at the wet entrance to her pussy.  She pressed back just a bit,
letting the head of his cock force open her slit.  Then she paused,
wanting to let him enter her under his own volition.

	George could feel the wet kiss of her sugar walls as they
caressed the tip of his cock.  Taking hold of the sides of her legs,
he pressed forward and slid his full length into her.  The moist
pressure against his manhood was, he thought,  the most wonderful
thing he had ever felt.

	He took a long moment to absorb every aspect of the
experience, then began to slowly pull back until only the smallest
part of him remained inside Ruth.  Forward once more he went, and
then back again.  Faster and faster he repeated the action, until he
developed a rhythm and it seemed like the most natural thing in
the world.

	"Harder,"  Ruth called out as she felt his cock driving deep
inside her,  "give it to me harder.  Fuck me as hard as you can!"

	Seeing himself as one of the actors in the videos, George
began to pump Ruth's pussy as hard as he could, feeling the press
of her body against him.  Each new entry sent a wave of pleasure
washing across his body, as well as a surging well of fire deep in his
balls.

	His breaths became labored and short, but no shorter than
those coming from Ruth.  Sweat ran down his chest, mixing with
the small drops that were forming on his lover's back and ass.
Never in his young life had he ever felt so alive.

	"Oh baby, you're doing fine,"  Ruth called out as she buried
her face in the mattress and arched her back even higher to give
him greater access.  "Just keep it coming and you're going to make
me come."

	The thought that he might actually give her an orgasm was
enough to send George over the edge.  With hard, frantic thrusts,
he rammed his cock inside her, pulling it halfway back and then
forward again.  Sweat now ran down his face, blurring his vision but
he didn't dare pause to wipe it away.

	With her head resting against one of the pillows, Ruth was
able to keep her balance with one arm.  The other reached down
and, using her extended fingers, added her own talents to the fire
blazing between her legs.

	Her knowledge of her own body was just enough to push
Ruth over the edge.  Her body stiffened, closing tight around
George's cock, triggering his own climax in the process.  The
orgasm that gushed through her was warm and pleasing, but it was
nothing compared to the one that ripped across George.  If for no
other reason than because it was his first time.

	Their bodies rocked back and forth, each fueled by the
echoes of their orgasm.  Echoes that grew weaker with each
passage until they faded completely.  Finally all that was left was
the memory.

	"God that was good,"  George said in a drained voice as he let
his now shrunken cock slip out of Ruth.  His earlier statement had
been correct.  It had been incredible.

	He rolled onto the bed next to Ruth, who was still lying on
her stomach.  She reached over and gently stroked his matted hair
out of his eyes.

	"Was I okay?"  he asked.

	"Not bad,"  Ruth grinned.  "Not bad at all."

	The answer seemed to satisfy him as he closed his eyes and
smiled.

			          -=-=-=-

	Twenty minutes later, after George had taken a very quick
shower and gotten dressed, Ruth escorted him to the door.  Try as
he could, he couldn't get the smile off his face.

	"You understand of course that you can't tell anyone what
happened,"  Ruth, who had just wrapped a robe around her naked
body, warned the young man.  "I mean you're of age and everything,
but some people just wouldn't understand."

	"That's okay,"  George replied,  "I'd rather it just be our
secret anyway."

	"I think it's better that way,"  Ruth smiled.  "I always knew
you were a smart young man."

	She leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss on his lips and
let him press against her one last time.  The press of his hands
against her breasts felt nice indeed.

	"I guess I'd better get going,"  George said, reluctantly
removing his hands.

	"You get home safe, okay,"  Ruth said as she stepped back
opened the door for him.

	"I will,"  George replied.  "And I really want to thank you
for..."

	"There's no need to thank me,"  she cut him off,  "it was as
much my pleasure as yours."

	George had just stepped into the hall when Ruth stuck her
head out as well, looking right and left to make sure no one else
was there.  The teenager figured his boss didn't want anyone to
see him leaving her apartment and getting any ideas about what he
had been doing there.

	"Oh George, one more thing,"  Ruth said in a voice low enough
that only he could hear.  It was once more the voice he had heard
so many times in the office, that of a woman in charge.

	George stopped in his tracks to give her his full attention.
He wondered if there might be some other errand that she wanted
him to run.

	"... if you have the time before you go away to college, maybe
you can come back again some night,"  she whispered even lower
into his ear.  "The next time I'll even teach you how to lick pussy."

	Then, with a broad, inviting smile on her face, Ruth closed
the door, leaving a stunned George standing in the hall.  It was
almost five minutes before he thought to move toward the stairs
and down to the bicycle he had left chained outside.

END

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