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Subject: {ASSM} Lawn Boy - Part 1 - (F/m, sex, teen)
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This is a story that I've been tossing around in my head for a few
months. It's somewhat autobiographical. I used to mow the lawn of a
single woman who would often pay me while wearing a skimpy bikini or
wrapped in a towel. Unfortunately nothing ever happened.

I haven't decided if there will be a part 2. It'll depend largely on
the feedback I receive and if I get bored with this story of not.

Enjoy and thanks for reading.

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LAWN BOY

Carol Murphy gulped down the last of her wine and sat in her tub
another minute. The jets felt good against her back. She wryly wished
the jets reached other parts of her anatomy. She had worked back to
back shifts at the hospital and was exhausted. Nursing was a hell of a
way to earn a living.

She turned off the jets, stood up, and grabbed her towel, and she
dried herself as she stepped out of the tub. Semi-dry she let that
towel drop and she put on her white fluffy bathrobe. The sound of the
lawnmower had stopped. Jimmy was about finished. She moved into an
apartment after dumping her dead-beat husband. She enrolled in nursing
school and finally bought her first house earlier in the year. She
mowed once and decided she didn't do lawns. She hired a young man from
the neighborhood. He was always on-time and did a great job. She also
had him clean her pool.

James Morgan had finished sweeping up from mowing Ms. Murphy's lawn.
He stood in the Florida sun on her back patio momentarily listening to
his Sony Walkman to hear Casey Kasem announce the number one song.
Based on last week's countdown and the songs covered he already knew
which song was number one. Still he continued to listen. It was Cyndi
Lauper's Time After Time. Not his favorite song, but not the worst
either. He spotted Ms. Murphy in her kitchen. He walked closer to the
house. She saw him and motioned for him to enter.

"Do I make the check out to Jimmy...?"

"James. I prefer James. Yeah, James Morgan.

She leaned over the kitchen counter and wrote out the check. She heard
James breathe in suddenly, almost startled. She looked up at him and
only then noticed she hadn't cinched her bathrobe closed. It had
opened and her breasts were hanging out, her entire front exposed. She
casually closed her robe and said, "Sorry. I'm sure you see much
better than that all the time."

James shook his head and said "Really I don't. I don't get to see
anyone."

Carol smiled and opened her robe, this time on purpose. She jiggled
her body a little causing her breasts to bounce. "This is the best
you've seen?" She giggled and closed her robe. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't
do that to you."

James' eyes were still fixed on her despite the fact she had securely
fastened her robe shut. It had been a long time since she had been
with a man. She was a little slut in high school. Then it was on to
the disastrous marriage to Mike. She had been chaste throughout
nursing school and remained so. James wasn't all muscles. He was a
little on the skinny side. But he was cute, had some tone to him, and
was a sweet guy. Very unlike any other man she had been with. "What
the hell?" She thought. She stepped closed to James, temporarily
breaking the spell he was under.

"Would you like to get a better look at me?"

"Sure.", James responded a little puzzled.

Carol took another step closer and kissed him. He just froze up.
Carol's heart raced momentarily when she realized.

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

"What do you mean?"

James unknowingly answered her question with his response.

She kissed him again and whispered, "Let's go back to the bedroom."

Carol stepped back. James' puzzled look vanished and blurted out, "Oh.
You mean to have sex?"

Carol instinctively looked around the room to check for anyone who
heard him, even though she knew they were alone. It was her house
after all. She unfastened her robe as she stepped back towards James
and rested her forearms on his shoulders. She looked him squarely in
the eyes and said, "Well, it's a little early to go to sleep." She
kissed him. He tensed up. She held the kiss until she thought he was
going to explode. She released him and said, "Come."

James did as he was told and followed Carol into her bedroom. She
noticed he had the look of a scared child walking to the principal's
office. "Come here, I won't bite."

James sat down next to her on the bed. She rubbed his back.

"Would you just relax. Everything will be fine."

James grinned and said, "I didn't think it would go like this."

"What would?"

"This."

She grinned back. "You'll enjoy it. I know I will too." She patted his
thigh then squeezed it and said, "Get undressed while I pull down the
bed."

James automatically got undressed. He didn't feel right about it. His
stern parents had told him always to listen to adults, do as they say,
and that they never lied or did anything bad. Sure, he wanted to have
sex. What guy didn't? While he certainly didn't plan on waiting until
marriage, he did want to find the right girl.

Carol lied down on the bed. She was still in her robe, but it was wide
open, spread across the bed. She stretched. James could see
everything. He was only distracted by his penis. About half his body
weight was dick. He had never seen it so huge. It was bouncing up and
down a little being stretched so tight.

"Come lie down with me."

James mechanically got into bed. He lied there on his back. Carol
rolled over and held him.

"James, you need to relax."

He just smiled blankly at her. She considered at this point giving him
an out. But she was afraid he would take it. Then what? She was really
horny. And James would probably never come near her again. She
remembered seeing a movie about how cowboys had to break a bronco and
make them useful animals. James would be her bronco. She eyed her
target.

She kissed him on the neck and grabbed his cock with her left hand. No
sooner had she made contact that Mount Vesuvius erupted.

James gasped and then said, "Oh God. I'm sorry Ms. Murphy. I didn't
mean to."

She gave him a final squeeze and discreetly wiped her hand on the
sheets. She kissed him again.

"James. First off, my name is Carol, not Ms. Murphy. Do I look like
Anne Bancroft to you?" She could tell by his puzzled look the movie
reference sailed past him. "Two, you never apologize in bed. Third,
how shall I put this?" She tapped her chin. She could smell James'
residue. "Men not accustomed to sex have a hair trigger. I just set it
off so we could both enjoy it more."

She kissed him on the lips.

"You seem more relaxed."

"I am."

She wasn't sure if that was a question or a statement.

"Roll on your side and kiss me."

He complied.

"James, pretend you're enjoying it."

"I am enjoying it."

"Then act like it."

Carol ran her left hand down his back and felt his ass. It was so
smooth. So tight. So small.

"You can touch me."

"Where?"

"Anywhere. Everywhere." She kissed him and then whispered, "Play with
my breasts."

James moved both hands up and started to do the comical "honk, honk"
on her tits. But he immediately stopped and just felt them. He ran his
hands back and forth, the friction building on Carol's nipples. She
liked her. He played with his nipples with his fingertips. He had
almost laser focus on them. He could've been performing foreplay or
building a ham radio.

She kissed him again and whispered in his ear again. "Play with my
pussy."

Like an obedient soldier he move his right hand to her crotch. He kept
his left hand up near her breasts. She held his hand against her chest
and let him find his way. He recoiled when he found his mark."

"It's wet."

"That means I'm turned on."

James had first wondered if she had peed on herself. He felt her
again. It was warm and wet. He moved his hand around. He remembered
from the sex books he read in the library that he needed to find her
clitoris. But he wanted to find everything. Would his finger fit in
her vagina? He rubbed in what he thought was the right area. She
pressed her hips into his fingertips.

"You can be rougher with my tits."

He was so focused on his right hand, he had forgotten about his left.
He started massaging her left breast with his free hand.

Carol knew from biology, her nursing training, and her own experience
that a woman was most fertile mid-cycle. Her wetness was due to
increased cervical mucous that helped hold semen. While science still
debated the reason for a female orgasm, some believed the spasms
helped transport semen into the uterus to meet the egg. None of this
mattered because she experienced an earth-shattering orgasm.

"No... no, keep... keep doing it!"

James had stopped suddenly afraid he had hurt Carol. He quickly
resumed both hand motions. She thrusted her hips one final time.

"Okay, you can stop."

She lied there trying to catch her breath.

"Are you okay? What was that?"

Carol took another breath. And then another. "That was an awesome
orgasm."

"Girls have orgasms?"

"What made you think we didn't?"

"I don't know. I thought that was why women hated sex. Men had all the
fun."

"I don't know what women you're talking to, but I love sex and I do
have orgasms."

She had finally caught her breath.

"Want to get on top of me?"

"What about...?"

"What about what?"

"Shouldn't we use a condom or something?"

Carol remembered when not too long ago they were known as "rubbers".
Damn C. Everett Koop.

"I don't have any diseases. I'm a nurse, I know."

"Yeah, but what about getting pregnant?"

"I can't get pregnant. I'm infertile."

"Why not?"

"Female problems."

"What kind?"

"It's a long story. Let me worry about my gynecological history." She
paused. "Now stick it in."

James rolled over on top of her. She opened her legs. She could feel
his cock against her thigh. He moved around and started to poke her,
but not quite right. She reached down and guided him in. James moved
rhythmically. Carol was able to match his motions. But James quickly
came.

James rolled off of her.

"Wow."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

The two paused a moment.

"So what are you majoring in?"

"What do you mean?"

"What's your degree in? You go to USF, right?"

"No."

"Oh, I thought you were in college."

"No. I'll start at the new high school this fall."

"What?" Carol let out with a short scream. "How old are you?"

"I'll be 15 in August."

She screamed again.

"Please tell me you're joking."

"Why?"

"Oh my God. You have to get out of my bed. Oh my God. I'm so sorry to
have done this to you, James. I thought.. I thought you were about 20.

"No, I'm..."

"I know. 15 in August. Meaning you're 14. Oh my God. I slept with a 14
year-old boy. James, you can't tell anyone about this, okay?"

"Okay. I won't."

"Seriously. You can't tell your friends. Oh shit. I could lose my job.
I work with kids at the hospital. I could go to jail for this."

"I won't tell anyone. I wouldn't want my parents knowing. They'd kill
me."

"What would they do to me?"

"My dad would probably want to sleep with you too."

The mental image of James' overweight father in bed with her made her
want to puke.

"James, get dressed and go out to my kitchen. But don't leave."

James agreed. He slipped his clothes back and and walked out of the
room. Carol, who had since buried herself under her sheets got out of
bed and quickly dressed. She was relieved to see James still in her
kitchen. Such a good kid.

"James, this never happened. Okay?"

"Okay."

"I think you should go."

James walked back outside. He gathered up his lawn tools and mower and
left. He had a sad look on his face, like a puppy that had just been
scolded. She felt bad for him. The poor kid probably thought he did
something wrong. It wasn't his fault.

Carol walked into her bathroom. She looked in the mirror and started
to laugh. "Carol, you fucking little slut!" She finished laughing and
reached under the counter for her douche bottle. She realized it was
futile. She couldn't eliminate all of the evidence, not to mention the
evidence all over James' body. But she could make the detectives down
at the sex crime lab work for their money.

Carol stepped into her bedroom and stripped the bed. She grabbed her
bathrobe and took everything to her washing machine in the garage. She
tossed it all in and then stripped out of the clothes she was wearing
and dropped them in. She walked naked back to her bathroom where she
turned on the shower. She scrubbed herself well and cleaned herself
out.

The back-to-back shift at work and her sexual exploits had worn her
out. She made up her bad and dropped her towel to the floor. She
remembered her clothes. She walked back to her garage to toss
everything into the dryer. Groggily she walked back into her room and
climbed naked under the sheets and fell asleep.

She woke up at 4 AM having slept 12 hours. No notes from the sheriff's
office on her door. No arrest warrants. She'd have to wait until 6 AM
for the local TV stations to sign on the air so she could watch the
news. There would be nothing about her.

James kept secrets well.

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