“What?” I said. I wasn’t sure I heard her right, but the truth was, there was a lot on my mind. Earlier that day I’d watched as my older lover Janet was beaten by her husband until she was bruised. Then he fucked her while I watched impotent from the closet. When I’d tried to get her out of there, she’d brushed me off and told me to get the fuck out. Right now, though, Cindy was naked and straddling my left leg. Her hands were on either sides of my chest, and her breasts hung down and swayed enticingly. It was all I could do to just focus on looking her in the eyes while she talked to me.
I couldn’t be expected to follow her when she dropped her revelation on me.
It certainly didn’t help that I’d realized how much I was in love with Janet. Which made me wonder: if you’re in love with someone, you don’t have sex with other people, right? That’s not how that works. A small but very hard portion of myself was telling me that Janet didn’t follow that rule But she was with someone who beat her, so maybe that was an exception.
“What do you mean you can tell me what’s going on?” I finally said to Cindy.
“I mean, Condom Boy, that I know who your adult lover is. You know the one that I’ve been trying to figure out for weeks? The one that I promised you my virginity if you’d just tell me or let me figure it out?” See what I mean about having a lot on my mind?
“Right, that,” I said. I swallowed. “How did you figure it out?”
“I’ll tell you that later,” she said. “Right now, I’m going to tell you her name, and if I’m right, I’d like you to take my virginity. A couple of times if you can manage it.”
“I’m pretty sure losing your virginity is a one-shot deal,” I said. If she guessed, she was offering me everything: her virginity and more sex. I wanted that a lot. Cindy was sort-of my girlfriend, or at least had started off the night as my girlfriend. I’d probably have to break up with her, if I was going to be with Janet. Maybe after the sex. There’s only so much confusion a fifteen year old guy can handle.
“You now what I mean. How many condoms do you have?”
“Three, I think.”
“That’s a good number then. And if you’re good I know a good store that sells them.”
I laughed, “Only if they have sexy clerks who let me have sex with them.”
“Jury’s still out on that one,” she said. “Let me guess and then fuck away my virginity and I can guarantee it.”
I took a deep breath and looked up at Cindy, down at her tits and back up into her brown eyes. My cock twitched, and I nodded. “Okay,” I said. “If you can explain why I shouldn’t be there with her, I’m willing to listen.”
“I can, but you’re going to fuck me first,” she said.
“You assume you actually know,” I said. My cock hoped she did. My heart? My heart didn’t know what it wanted.
“I do,” she said. She bit her lip, and leaned forward, so that her lips touched my ear, and her thigh touched my cock. “Janet Cooke” she whispered. I felt my whole body shiver when she said it.
“Janet,” I whispered back. The image of her in the bed, her ass red and bruised flashed through my eyes. The slurred tone of her voice as she told me to get out filled my ears.
“So I was right?” Cindy asked.
I nodded. “Got it in one,” I said.
She kissed me then. “Finally I get rid of my virginity!” She giggled and rolled off of me. “Get the condoms, Condom Boy.”
I sat up in bed, and reached down for my pants. I pulled the strip of condoms out of my pants. I turned to look at her. “Are you sure this is the way you want to do this?”
“Look, Brian,” she said. “You kept her satisfied, right?” I nodded. “And you kept it quiet?” I nodded again. “And as a plus, you’re fun and considerate, and you’ve made me come already. I’m sloshing down there waiting for you. I have been for a couple of weeks, okay?”
I tore a condom wrapper open, and pulled out the condom. I checked which side was which and rolled it on. I climbed on the bed, and she held her legs open for me. Her scent hit me again, and I Iicked my lips which still had her juices on them from earlier. “I— I hear this hurts,” I said.
“Duh,” she said. “No worries. I got rid of that useless thing ages ago. Dildos are awesome that way, but I hear not as good as real cock. So give it to me, CB.”
I slid between her legs, and held my cock at her entrance. I ran the tip up and down between her lips, lubricating the condom with her juices, she shivered beneath me. “Ready?” I asked.
“Do it,” she said. “Do it, Condom Boy, do it!’
I looked into her eyes and nodded. I slowly slid my cock inside her until I was all the way inside her. She let out a deep breath as I bottomed out inside her. “Oh, my,” she said. “And I thought your tongue was nice.”
“Just wait until I start moving.”
I smiled down at her. I felt a warm feeling in my heart as she smiled back up. It felt good to be joined to her and it wasn’t just lust. I liked her. I didn’t love her, but I liked her a lot. Something about her felt warm and safe and good.
“So start moving?” she asked.
“Oh, that,” I said. She started to quip back, but I slid out of her then and her quip became a hiss between her teeth and a moan when I slid back in. I took it slow, gauging her reaction to different thrusts, and different ways of moving.
I gave myself to the experience, feeling her reaction, feeling the way her pussy clenched against my cock, the way she was wet and warm and wonderful beneath me. I thrust in and out of her, still slowly, and a flush began spreading over her tits. I sped up a bit and she began moaning beneath me. Her moans started as deep earth tones and rose in pitch with each thrust, going up the scale until she let out a screech. I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock, and I just stopped, letting her orgasm wash over her.
“Oh, oh, oh, my God,” she said. She was breathing heavily under me, and I pushed my cock all the way into her again. “Jesus fucking Mary and Joseph,” she said I picked up my pace and fucked her harder and faster. Now that she’d come I let myself go a bit and began thrusting into her at a pace where I might come.
She came again, clamping down on my dick again, and this time I kept thrust, and it felt like she was trying to milk my come out of me. My own orgasm followed quickly, and I grabbed the base of the condom, and slipped out of her. I pulled the condom off, and started to tie it off. “No, gimme,” she said, snatching the condom out of my hands.
She turned it upside down and squeezed my come out on her breasts and rubbed it in. “It can’t be in my pussy, but it can still be on me,” she said.
I laughed. “I think it’s hot,” I said.
“Hot enough to be hard again?” she asked.
“Give me a minute, but yes,” I said.
“Thank you, Brian,” she said.
“For making sure I enjoyed it,” she said.
“I’m not done yet,” I said.
“No you’re not,” she said. “But I promised you some answers.” Her hand held my cock which was at half mast. She turned toward me, keeping her hand on her cock. “You aren’t the first boy that Mrs. Cooke has seduced,” she said.
“Sure,” I said. “I guess that makes sense.”
“My brother was one of them. For two years: the summer before his Junior and Senior year. After graduation he went into boot camp, but he told me that it was over by then anyway.”
“He told you this then?”
“No, on the phone a couple of days ago. He called, and I had a hunch, based on something she said at your party. About how he used to cut her grass.”
“Right,” I said.
She took a deep breath. “So, the Cookes are what you call kinky,” she said.
She stroked my cock as she talked. “Meaning she likes it when he does stuff to her. When he beats her and takes her and fucks her. At least that’s how I understand it.”
“She likes it?”
“Like I said, sometimes a girl likes to be taken and forced,” Cindy said.”You should just ask first, that makes it okay.”
“No one asked me about this thing with Janet.”
“No,” Cindy said. “Ultimately, we’re just kids, and they aren’t.”
“It doesn’t seem right,” I said.
“Well that’s why it’s against the law,” Cindy said. “The thing with you, not the kinky stuff. Although, I have to admit that I’m glad you learned what you did from her. It’s been good for me. You’ve got skills, Brian.”
I laughed. “Are you taking advantage of me too?”
“Only a little?” she said. “I like you. I’m not in love with you or anything, but I like you. And the sex is good. And if you don’t mind, I’d like a bit more of it now.”
“I think that would be great,” I said.
She grabbed the strip of condoms off the bed and tore into one of the packages. She looked at it a bit, flipped it over, and settled it on my dick, and rolled it on. “How are my skills?” she asked.
“Passing marks so far,” I said.
“‘Passing’?” she said. “Just ‘passing’?”
I shrugged. “I need more data points to be sure it wasn’t a fluke,” I said.
“I’ll give you data points,” She said, and threw her leg over me so she was straddling me. Her hand guided my cock into her pussy and she sank down on top of me. “How’s — ugh — that for a data point?”
“Very pointy,” I said, reaching up and caressing her breasts. I ran my thumbs over her erect nipples and she began slowly riding me back and forth. She leaned forward, almost lying on me, and at the top of her motion, I could just get her nipple in my mouth. I held her tits, and fed them to my mouth as she rocked up and down, alternating them with each thrust.
She moaned as my lips left her nipple, and she thrust down on my cock, and the lifted up so I could do it again. Her motions became rougher, slamming harder down and off as she went. I thrust up into her as my mouth clamped on her nipple and she held herself there as I thrust. I pulled off her nipple and she rode me a couple more times; then I latched onto her other breast and did it some more.
She thrust down on me and then we began moving together. I squeezed her breasts with my hands, and she bounced up and down on me while I thrust up into her. It was energetic, fast and amazing. She shuddered on top of me as her orgasm flushed over her. I thrust up into her a few times more, and found myself filling up my condom as I squeezed her breasts for dear life.
She rolled off of me, careful to leave the condom on me. “That hurt,” she said, caressing her breasts.
“What?” I said. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she said. “It was hot while we were doing it. Maybe there’s something to this kinky thing, after all.”
“I don’t know if I could do that,” I said.
“You just did,” Cindy said.
“I meant on purpose,” I said. “It just seems wrong.”
“I don’t know,” she said. “It’s not really my thing either. It must work for them, anyway.”
“Look,” Cindy said. “There’s one more thing you should know about the Cookes”
“And what’s that?” I asked.
She cuddled up against me, her head on my shoulder, and my arm around her.
“Howard said to me that the whole time he and Mrs. Cooke were together she always fretted about Mr. Cooke knowing what was going one.”
“Right,” I said. “That makes sense, she’s like that with me.”
“Well, one time he nearly got caught, and he watched them fuck — that’s how he found out about their kinkiness.”
“So, pretty much what happened to me, Mrs. Cooke and I got careless.”
“No,” Cindy said. “Howard doesn’t think so.”
“You mean she knew he was coming home?”
“Not only that,” Cindy said. “He knows all about it, and knew you were in the closet watching.”
“I don’t know why,” Cindy said. “It’s a freaking game to them or something. To them you’re just a kid with an overactive libideo and a way for her to get off or something. Just part of their sex games, just not a knowing part. I’m sorry, Brian.”
“I don’t believe it,” I said “She loves me.”
“Maybe she does, Brian, but I doubt it. But she doesn’t respect you. She’s using you.”
“Aren’t you doing that too?”
“Maybe I was,” she said. “But I do like you, a lot. We’re not in love or anything. Plus, I promise I’ll always be honest with you.”
“Is — is your brother sure?”
“No,” she said. “It’s just what he thinks now, after it’s all over.”
“I guess I should find out,” I said.
“Or just enjoy yourself,” she said. “You can know about it and just learn as much as you can and get as much pussy as you can. Then you can come show me what you learned. But that’s for later. Right now we have a little more time and one condom left, so I’d like us to enjoy ourselves a bit more tonight.”
She kissed me then, and I kissed her back. She felt good pressed against me, and she was right that she’d pretty much always been honest about what she wanted from me, and what was going on. Cindy felt safe, I guess.
I reached for the condom and rolled my body on top of her. But my mind kept going back to Janet.
She was either in love with me, and would let me take care of her and get her away from Nathan, or she had been using me and this was all a game to her.
I had to know.