Mature Maggie

"So. You still haven't answered my question. Was he planning on spilling upon your belly, or within you?" she asked again.

"You'd like to see it I suppose?" May stated.

Maggie nodded her head. "Yes May, I would. I would very much like to see it," she told her expectantly.

"Very well then. Jack. Whenever you're ready. Pull it out and squirt on me so that Maggie can see how it is that your prick throws your pleasures."

Fascinated, Maggie sat there watching his penis spewing streamer after streamer of white sticky fluid onto the dark thatch of pubic hair between May's legs several minutes later. Even before he had finished his ejaculations, Maggie reached over with her finger dipping it in one long line of cum that stretched from her pussy all the way to her naval and began playing with it.

"Hmm, certainly is an interesting bit of excitement isn't it?" she asked innocently.

"I think we've created a monster May," Jack said.

"For once, I think you might be right Jack," May responded, watching as Maggie sat there rubbing his lubrications upon each of her nipples.

With Thanksgiving only a few days away, things had been hectic around the boarding house. So much so, that there hadn't been time to do much of anything else except for preparing meals and cleaning rooms. Most often Maggie fell into bed, exhausted from her day's labors, as did every one else, including May who also seemed to be struggling of late with a very severe cold. One by one however most of their guests began to travel off in differing directions, to spend the holiday with family or friends. For the first time since her arrival, Maggie found herself with free time on her hands, and a renewed interest in furthering her lessons. Even Jack had commitments, which required that he be gone over the holiday though he had promised to return by the following weekend. That had left only two other boarders at present, one an elderly woman who had lived at the house for several years now, more of a permanent resident than a guest. And the other a young woman not all that much older than Maggie who'd arrived just a few days previous in search of work.

"After you've delivered the breakfast tray to Mrs. Gails room, come back to my room." May had told Maggie. "We've fallen behind in your lessons," she'd added with a mysterious wink. Dutifully, Maggie had scurried from the kitchen with a bowl of fruit and dry toast, just as the elderly woman had requested. Normally she tried to spend a little time with each of the guests getting to know them better, and in some cases, as it was with Mrs. Gail, just spending a few moments of companionship. On this particular morning however, Maggie was in more than a hurry to return to May's bedroom. She was headed down the hallway towards May's room at the far end of the hallway when she passed by the bath just as the younger woman who'd recently arrived opened the door poking her head out.

"Oh good," she stated startling Maggie for a moment. "I was hoping to take a bath, but there aren't any fresh towels in the bathroom." Maggie silently chastised herself. She'd forgotten to get any earlier in her haste to return to May's room.

"I'm sorry. I'll go immediately downstairs and get some for you," she'd told her, turning in an instant, running. A few minutes later she returned with the towels, heard the water running in the bath and knocked on the door.

"Come in." she heard the young woman bid her to do.

Maggie turned the knob on the door stepping into the steamy bathroom. The younger woman had just finished removing her garters and stockings turning to face her in the nude before stepping down into the bath. Maggie found herself staring at her for a moment, not really meaning to, but stunned by the woman's near flawless body.

"Here are your towels," she stated setting them down on the cupboard next to the sink. "Can I get you anything else?" she asked buying time just so she could look at her a moment longer, appreciating her obvious beauty. "By the way, my name's Maggie."

"Lucille," the young woman said in return introducing herself. "But friends call me Lucy," she added. "And yes, if you would. It's been days since I've had a bath, and I'd appreciate it if you could help me wash my hair." Torn between wanting to hurry off to May's room for another lesson, or spending a few more moments at least with Lucy, Maggie decided that a short time longer here wouldn't hurt. May would no doubt realize that she had been detained, which she could explain sufficiently a little later.

"I'd be glad to," Maggie offered.

Lucy had blonde hair almost white, which was pinned in a tight bun at the back of her head. "Here, let me help you with those," Maggie offered reaching up to allow her long hair to settle down more comfortably upon the woman's shoulders as she removed the hairpins. As she did, she glanced briefly at Lucy's much smaller, yet still very firm breasts. Each was capped with a pale pink smallish nipple, though they had puckered considerably upon her having entered the bath. To her embarrassment, Maggie saw that Lucy had caught her staring at them.

"Is something wrong?" Lucy asked.

"Oh no. I'm sorry. I was just admiring your breasts," Maggie said honestly. "You have beautiful breasts, and I don't think I've ever seen a prettier color of nipple," she'd said innocently.

"Thank you," Lucy responded smiling at her. "It's been a long time since anyone has told me that. But I'm sure that yours are equally pretty."

"Oh no, they're not. At least I don't think they are!" Maggie exclaimed. "Not as pretty as yours are at least."

"Oh? Well then, show them and I will see for myself," Lucy responded. Maggie had become far more comfortable with herself in the past few days. And besides, having another woman merely asking to see her breasts didn't constitute any sort of a liaison or interest in her as far as Maggie was concerned. It was after all a simple request. Though actually showing her wasn't. Maggie realized immediately it would be far easier to remove her shift as opposed to try and struggle out of it from the top down. Seeing her dilemma, Lucy helped Maggie to make up her mind about it.

"Why don't you simply remove it? Then I can see you much easier that way." In agreement with her, Maggie stood and simply pulled the shift she was wearing up and over her head. She hadn't worn a bra in anticipation of heading to May's room for her lesson, so uncovering herself was done quickly and easily.

"See?" she said standing before Lucy in nothing more than her panties. "They really aren't as pretty as yours are." Maggie looked down, examining herself. As Maggie did have much larger, fuller breasts than Lucy, her darker, considerably larger areolas seemed even more enhanced as they stood out upon the tip of each tit. As she remained, even with the hot steam of the bathroom surrounding her, she felt each of her nipples puckering tightly causing them to grow erect as Lucy continued to sit there gazing at her.

"They're darling Maggie!" Lucy said simply. "Come here and sit down on the edge of the tub so that I might kiss them." Even Lucy's request seemed more like a compliment, an admiration rather than a seduction. So Maggie moved over sitting down so that she could. Almost immediately Maggie felt the sweet surge of arousal course through her as Lucy gingerly wrapped her soft lips around the hardened nipple of one breast, while simultaneously feeling Lucy's hand reach up cupping the other.

"Oh, hmm," Maggie allowed herself to breathe, the mumblings of her pleasure louder than she might have thought them to be as suddenly a knock came upon the bathroom door, moments later.

"Maggie? Are you in there? A bath wasn't necessary before beginning another lesson," she heard May teasingly tell her through the door.

"I am May," Maggie responded immediately. "I came to deliver fresh towels to Lucy." There was a momentary pause before Maggie heard May do anything. When she did, it was the sound of the door opening.

Though not necessarily surprised by what she discovered as she entered, she did however cast a curious look towards both women as she stepped in closing the door behind her.

"I see you've met our new boarder," May said walking over to the toilet, seating herself.

"Hello May," Lucy spoke first. "I asked Maggie if she wouldn't mind helping me wash my hair after having brought me fresh towels."

Once again May remained silent as she sat there looking at the two women. It wasn't exactly an awkward silence, but Maggie couldn't help but wonder about the sudden tension that seemed to fill the atmosphere of the room.

"I once knew Lucy's mother," May stated suddenly. Maggie glanced towards Lucy but didn't see any sign that this was news to her either. She had of course seen May and Lucy conversing for a considerable amount of time after her arrival and merely assumed they had been discussing her stay. "Her mother and I once worked together," she added after a moment more of silence.

Maggie's eyes raised in comprehension as she remembered what it was May used to do for a living.

"Mother thought I should look May up to see if she could help me land a job someplace," Lucy said. "And though mother knew May was no longer in the business, she hoped that she might still know a few people who might be willing to help me without taking undue advantage of me."

"How old are you anyway?" Maggie asked.

"Twenty two."

Hardly much older than she was herself, Maggie couldn't even begin to imagine actually wanting to become a "Lady of the evening," as May had called her self. Knowing that May had once worked in that profession was far different than doing so now by her way of thinking.

"Is there really that much money in it?" Maggie asked curiously.

"There can be if you get to know the right people," Lucy said thoughtfully. "Anyway, the water's beginning to grow cold now and I really could use the help in washing my hair."

To both Lucy and Maggie's surprise, May stood up beginning to unlace the front of her dress. "Might as well help as long as I'm here," she said. "And I don't feel like getting my dress wet," she added as she quickly finished removing it.

Together they quickly washed Lucy's long blonde hair. As soon as they had finished, Maggie figured that she and May would immediately retreat back to her bedroom, which in a way they did, but not before May had invited Lucy to join them.

"If you're interested," she'd begun. "I'm instructing Maggie in the art of pleasure. As we have a bit of time ahead of us before we need to worry about doing anything, I was planning on doing so now. As I said, if you'd care to join us, I'm sure that Maggie might find your participation as well as my own quite stimulating." Maggie was surprised when Lucy immediately accepted.

"I'd love to!" she'd indicated stepping out of the bath to dry her self. "Just before you came in, I had been in fact telling Maggie just how beautiful I thought her breasts looked. And now, I find myself equally as anxious to see yours." May gave Lucy a demure smile. "Bring Lucy to my room dear," she said addressing Maggie. "As soon as the two of you are done here." May quickly left after having gathered her dress taking it with her rather than putting it back on again.

"Just how innocent of a woman are you?" Lucy asked curiously.

"Very," Maggie responded blushing. "But May has been kind enough to show me several things already."

"Hmm, I'll bet she has," Lucy said chuckling. "From what my mother told me about her, May was one of the best. The very best." Maggie didn't respond verbally to that, but she silently found herself agreeing. From what she had experienced with her so far, she had no doubt as to May's sensuality and open mindedness. "I wonder what lesson she has for you today?" Lucy questioned.

"I don't know, but I think she mentioned something about helping me so that when I finally do lose my virginity, it won't be nearly as unpleasant as it could be."

"You mean to tell me you're still a virgin?" Lucy said in honest surprise.

"Yes, yes I am," Maggie answered.

"Well then, let us hurry to her room. I'm very interested myself in what lesson she would have for you to learn this day."

Minutes later the two of them headed down the hallway towards May's bedroom and for Maggie, what would end up being one of the most sensual afternoon's she had ever spent, and would forever more remember.

Like May, neither of them had bothered dressing. By the time they had reached May's bedroom, she was already naked, lying on the bed waiting for them.

"Come, sit down next to me on the bed Maggie. I think it's time for you to learn about the inside of yourself as much as you've discovered about the outside of your femininity. And, I think having the two of us here to compare things with will give you an even better understanding, as well as the subtle differences between women." At May's direction, both were soon as naked as she was, Maggie sitting beside her with Lucy having pulled one of May's dressing chairs closer to the side of the bed facing them both.

By now there was very little that May could do to surprise her. Even as they sat talking in medical terms, even "mechanical" as Jack had referred to them, Maggie found herself becoming more and more aroused the longer they continued to sit there. After a time however, Maggie noticed that May had unabashedly begun stroking herself, inserting one and then eventually two fingers inside her vagina.

"Do so yourself," she told Lucy who'd been watching just as wonderingly amazed as Maggie had first been when being around her in the beginning. "Make yourself accepting so that when I instruct Maggie to touch the inside of you, she can do so without unpleasant friction."

As May had more required of her, rather than suggesting, Lucy began doing just that. She wasn't necessarily uncomfortable frigging herself in front of someone; she had in fact done so quite often with an old school chum of hers several years passed. But it had been a while since she had so openly fondled herself in this manner.

"Maggie, come now and kneel down on the floor in front of me." Maggie did so looking up at May expectantly for further direction. "Now then, give me your hand." Maggie gave it to her, felt May's soft smooth grasp as she gently folded all of her fingers except one, her middle finger. "Ease it into me," she told her, showing her how to do so, palm up as Maggie knelt on the floor before her slipping the tip of her finger barely inside May's pussy until she was herself more confident as to what she was doing.

"Yes, that's it. Now slip it inside me fully and let it rest inside for a moment. I will tell you what to do, and what it is you are feeling as you do it."

Maggie continued to listen carefully to May's instructions, finding herself even more aroused than she had been but a few minutes ago as she caressed the warm soft places inside May's pussy.

"That's good. Now, I want you to do the exact same things to Lucy's that you have done to mine so that you can discover both the differences as well as the similarities."

Maggie merely spun around on her heels now facing Lucy who was sitting with one leg casually thrown over the arm of the chair, thus even more fully exposing, opening herself than the position in which May had been in. The first thing Maggie noticed before she'd even touched her with her finger was the elongated puffy-looking lips of Lucy's labia in comparison to either May's or her own. From behind, she could hear the smile in May's tone of voice as she spoke.

"Ah yes Maggie. Some women have larger lips, some smaller. It is one of those subtle differences in women. And, much like the size of a man's penis, it doesn't matter as much as to the length as you will one day learn, as much as what he knows what to do with what it is that he has."

Lucy giggled.

"I'm not so sure about that May. I've known a few men whose pricks have been considerably larger than most. And from them I have derived a great deal of pleasure as opposed to those with much smaller less randier tools."

"And there again the differences Maggie," May stated. "Some prefer men with much larger pricks, though for myself, I much rather prefer a slimmer shaped one for my preferences. But, as Lucy's indicated, given time I am sure you will discover for yourself your own particular likes or dislikes in various men's equipment."

Maggie slipped her finger inside Lucy's quim more deeply, performing the same exploratory search of the secrets contained, comparing them to those she'd discovered whilst doing the same with May's pussy.

"What differences are you discovering?" May asked expectantly after a moment longer.

"She seems perhaps a bit tighter, though not as smooth it would seem," Maggie said with a determined almost far away look as she looked inwardly at the sensations she was discovering. "She's as wet as you are I think, quite slippery actually. A nice sensation that reminds me a little of body oil or lotion of some sort."

Continuing to explore Lucy's pussy with her finger, May instructed her to insert another so as to discover the elasticity of a woman's ability to expand around the girth of a man's prick as well as be able to accept his obvious length. She did so, eliciting a soft mewling moan of pleasure from Lucy as she sought to insert two, then three fingers.

"Is my doing this bringing you pleasure?" she asked.

"Very much so," Lucy responded, it pulls down upon my clit. My lips, as you do that, it pulls them down so that my clitoris is caressed lovingly so."

"I like touching my clitty now too," Maggie admitted a second later. "I've been frigging myself near each morning upon awakening. It is such a nice way to begin one's day don't you think?"

"Every day?" Lucy asked somewhat surprised. Behind her May was laughing.

"Jack and I have already agreed on one point, which is, we truly have created a monster, though a rather beautiful looking one I might add."

"As would I," Lucy said in agreement, sighing. "And, she is bringing me a considerable amount of pleasure at the moment. I would so enjoy spending myself upon her hand if it is agreeable with you both?" she asked, moaning audibly.

"Please do," May informed her. "As I would like very much to watch her do that to you while doing so to myself." May began masturbating, frigging her clit with one hand while inserting first one, and then two fingers inside herself with the other. Maggie on the other hand wondrously spent her time looking back and forth between the two, enjoying the expressions on both of their faces. Lucy's as she sought and explored various new ways to touch or move her fingers within or upon her. Which included taking Lucy's long stretchy labia, pulling them apart, albeit gently as she did, and in so doing, adding a different kind of pleasure to Lucy as she knelt before her. Watching May, Maggie saw the years of practiced experience behind her aroused expressions. She knew in watching her that May strummed her own split with the perfection of an artist who was comfortable with a particular, familiar instrument being played.

"Will you spend for me Lucy?" Maggie was smiling, her arousal most apparent, quickly fingering her own nipple, delighting in the hardness of it that greeted her.

"If you'd like," Lucy responded. "It does feel rather nice what you're doing to me."

"I'd enjoy feeling that," Maggie admitted continuing to frig Lucy's pussy, toying with her taut nipple simultaneously.

"It would also be good for you to experience it Maggie, to feel with your fingers, so you can sense her climatic clenchings when she does spend. I will soon be ready myself, so after Lucy has reached her pleasure, you can once again compare mine to hers."

Lucy in the meantime had begun panting, softly grunting as Maggie continued frigging her clit gently all the while slipping two firm fingers in and out of Lucy's wet, very slippery passage.

"Is she close?" May questioned continuing to work her own fingers in and out of her self.

"I'm very," Lucy answered for her. "Just...keep...doing...THAT!" Lucy let out a low deep-throated elongated moan of ecstasy as her orgasm claimed her. Maggie increased both the pressure as well as the speed of her rapidly twirling finger upon the surface of Lucy's nubbin until she could no longer stand the exquisite sensitivity any longer. "Enough! Enough!" she begged closing her legs tightly together effectively forcing Maggie to withdraw her fingers. "Oh God, enough!" she said one last final time shivering pleasurably.

"I'm upon it now too Maggie. Hurry! Come to me!" In a flash Maggie returned to kneel before May, quickly replacing May's hand and fingers with her own. May was even wetter than Lucy had been, her lubrications already pooling just inside the entrance of her cunt beginning to leak out in small tiny little rivulets than began running down the inside of her thighs.

"Fuck me with your fingers Maggie!" May called out to her excitedly. "Frig me hard!" she demanded.

To her surprise, Maggie had not only inserted two fingers easily, but three! May's cunt was stretched tightly about them, but the ease of penetration was continual as she pumped nearly her entire hand in and out of May's split in a furious manner.

"Fuck me baby fuck me!" May cried out pleasurably. Maggie felt a sudden surge of fluid begin to bathe her hand. The force of which, caused a fine misty spray of May's release to begin worming its way through the few small openings that her fingers had not closed off completely. May groaned even more loudly than Lucy had as Maggie actually did feel the force of her contractions, convulsions, and even more intimately, the pearly essence of her juices as they slipped through the openings of her hand, entirely covering it as May came.

Reverently, Maggie waited for both women to more fully recover. When they did, May leaned over cupping Maggie's chin drawing her mouth upwards towards her own. May kissed her briefly though tenderly. "Time for your lesson," she said softly.

May had positioned Maggie comfortably upon the bed. Without really be asked to do so, Lucy had joined them lying beside her tracing intricate unseen patterns across Maggie's breasts, occasionally stopping to linger a finger atop one of her nipples teasing it to an even firmer tautness.

"That feels nice," Maggie cooed. "I enjoy the touch of your fingers upon my breasts.

"I enjoy touching, caressing them," Lucy responded. "You have such lovely breasts, I wish mine were as pretty as yours are. Don't you think she has pretty breasts May?" Lucy questioned, gently squeezing them both, entrapping Maggie's nipples between her outstretched fingers.

"Yes, she has lovely breasts. Breasts that men will yearn to lick, suck and kiss one day," May added, leaning over to capture one of Maggie's nipples between her lips, giving it a gentle quick suck.

May had been casually petting her pussy, stroking it in long caressing strokes with the palm of her hand, barely dipping a finger now and again inside the wet furrow of her split. And as Maggie considered it, enjoying the light soothing caress, she was almost was purring too!

"I'm going to begin to stretch, loosening your hymen," she told her several minutes later. "Just relax, allow yourself to feel it without tensing up." Maggie felt the tip of May's finger probing her, not at all uncomfortably as she had first feared it. She noticed that May continually read the expressions on her face for any sign of discomfort.

"That's good Maggie. Very good. Continue to relax."

May probed her a little deeper, pressing against the tightened strip of flesh that barred further passage into her inner reachings. A small stab of discomfort was felt between her legs, but almost immediately went away.

"That's it Maggie, very good. Lucy, why don't you suck Maggie's breasts? I think she would enjoy that for one thing, and for another, it will help her to relax even more as I do this."

More than happy to be doing so, Lucy immediately captured one of Maggie's thickened, very sensitive nubs between her lips and began pulling on it gently. Likewise, with the same subtle gentleness, her finger teased, toyed and caressed her other nipple, causing in it a similar, yet different series of electrical thrills, which coursed through her body once again tingling the pearly nubbin of her sex.

Maggie felt a slight discomfort, more of a pressure really, as May continued to massage her, ensuring as she did that Maggie continued to lubricate herself making the deep caress all the easier to bear.

"You're doing wonderfully Maggie!" May complimented her. "In fact, you're doing so well that I think we can take this a small step further," she said confidently. "Lucy? Would you do me a small favor please, and hand me that hairbrush off my nightstand."

Maggie had no clue as to what Maggie needed, or required the hairbrush for. But Lucy certainly seemed to understand the request, actually smiling at her a bit wickedly as she rolled out of bed to retrieve it before scurrying back to bed almost as quickly. "Here you are May," Lucy said handing her the brush. More curious now to watch rather than suck either of her nipples, Lucy did at least continue to play with them rolling the hardened tips between her fingers as she sat looking on while May prepared the handle of the brush. May had already opened the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. Having removed some sort of jar from the bedside, Maggie watched as May began coating the handle of the brush with Vaseline.

"Don't watch what I'm doing Maggie," she told her. "Just lay back, continue to relax, and try and concentrate on the good sensations you'll soon be feeling."

Maggie did as she was instructed to do, opening her legs considerably wider at May's direction. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the teasing little pleasures of each one of her nipples as Lucy continued to stimulate them. Seconds later, she felt the foreign sensation of the brush handle as May began sliding it up and down her slit, an experience that was oddly arousing as she'd not quite expected it to feel nearly as good as it did. There was a brief moment of grimacing discomfort, and then it too went away nearly as rapidly as before.

"I think that is enough for today," May said removing the brush handle. Almost fearful she hadn't done as well as she'd hoped, Maggie sat up worriedly.

"Are you sure May? It didn't hurt hardly at all," she assured her. "I'm know I can do even better," she promised anxiously.

May laughed. "Dear sweet innocent child that you are. Trust me, you have gone far further than I did just now. In the morning you will be slightly tender, but that is to be expected. And, when you do wake, do not go to frigging yourself off immediately, but take this brush and cream and use it upon yourself until you again feel the discomfort and can no longer tolerate it. When you have, then put it away for the time being, frig yourself to pleasure. Then come and see me. Agreed?"

"Yes May," Maggie said figuring the lesson to be over with. May laughed.

"Now, lay back, and I will bring your pleasure with my tongue," she told her.

Excitedly, Maggie did just that.

In the morning Maggie did indeed find herself to be slightly tender. But as instructed, she dutifully applied the Vaseline using the handle of the brush to press inwards against herself as May had directed her to do. When the discomfort became more than she could tolerate, she removed the brush handle setting it aside and began to more comfortably stroke her "clitty" chasing away whatever pain had remained within her in moments. After her climax, she dressed heading swiftly down the hallway up the stairs to May's bedroom.

Taking a brief moment to examine her, May once again had her lay down on the bed, seconds later, she brought her to a second even greater climax with her tongue and fingers as she probed her, slipping a portion of them inside Maggie's sex, all the while continuing to suck and lick her extended tender clitoris.

After Maggie had regained her senses, May handed her a long smooth ivory sculpture of some sort.

"What's this?" Maggie asked fondling the beautiful looking piece as she turned it over and over in her hands while examining it.

"A dildo," May told her. "Something, that when your truly ready, I will use on you to more fully pleasure you with, but even more importantly, it will ensure that your first time with a man will be virtually painless."

"When?" Maggie asked enthusiastically.

"Perhaps the day after tomorrow," she indicated. "We'll see. It depends on your progress tomorrow. And, as you'll discover, you may be even tenderer tomorrow morning, or perhaps even this afternoon. So if you cannot go much beyond what you managed to accomplish today, it may be one or more days longer than that."

Without saying as much, Maggie was determined that she wouldn't disappoint May, "Tenderness or no," she thought silently, realizing as she thought about it that Thanksgiving was only two days away now. "And very appropriately so," she added to that thought, so very thankful at the moment that her father had brought her to May in order that she might begin a new life.

Maggie had hoped to spend part of the day with Lucy. She'd become very fond of her in the short time that she had come to know her. As she soon learned from May however, Lucy had taken the train into San Antonio to look up a woman whose name May had given her to see. With very little else to do to occupy her time, Maggie spent the remainder of the day cleaning while May had gone to buy a few groceries. She had just finished dusting and sweeping off the stairs when a young man in an army uniform suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"Can I help you?" she asked feeling a bit embarrassed about the way she currently looked as she'd been busy cleaning, not having bothered to worry too much about her appearance as she hadn't had plans to do anything today but clean.

"I'm looking for a room for a couple of days," he said putting his duffle bag down, removing his hat folding it and then tucking it neatly inside his belt. "Been home on leave just out of boot camp," he told her proudly. "Stopped by to visit a friend for a few days but found out he left a few weeks ago having joined the Marines. Now I'm stuck here for a couple of days before my plane's scheduled to fly me into California, and then on to Hawaii where I'll be stationed."

"My. You're quite the talker aren't you?" Maggie said running her fingers through her gnarled hair in some attempt to try and make herself a little more presentable.

"Sorry miss," he said. "I do tend to run off at the mouth at times whenever I'm nervous. My buddies call me lips, cause my lips always seem to be moving," he continued explaining.

Maggie couldn't help suppress a giggle. "Why are you so nervous?" she asked feeling color in her cheeks begin to spread, adding just as quickly, "And what is your real name anyway? Mine's Maggie." When she finished, she realized she'd spoken nearly as quickly as he had, causing him to laugh at her.

"Maybe they should call you lips. And besides, yours are far prettier than mine are."

"Oh? You think you have pretty lips do you?" Maggie said with a straight face, immediately causing the soldier to blush and quit laughing in the same instant.

"Oh no mam!" he said. "I mean your lips are pretty. Not mine!" he stammered obviously flustered as he stood shuffling his feet nervously.

"I'm not a mam," Maggie told him. "I'm still a virgin so it's miss." Maggie had no idea why she'd told him that. It had simply come out before she'd had time to think about it. But she laughed once again when she saw how his face really had turned crimson this time.

"Yes mam, I mean miss," he said looking down at his feet rather than her face now. "William," he said a moment later.

"William?"

"Yes. You asked what my real name is. It's William. William Benjamin Roberts to be exact. Though my friends call me Bill."

"I thought your friends called you Lips," Maggie retorted back at him.

"My army friends. My other friends call me Bill."

"Well, since I'm not in the army, guess I'll just have to call you Bill though I actually do prefer the name William," Maggie said smiling. "Oh, and we do have an available room, but I'm not the one in charge here. That would be May. She should be back anytime however, so you're welcome to wait and speak with her when she returns."

"That would be nice. Thank you."

Lips continued to stand there rocking back and forth on his heels, fidgeting uncomfortably. Maggie merely watched him doing so, slightly amused at his discomfort, remaining silent as she continued staring at him. After a moment longer she decided to let him off the hook.

"Would you like to come in to the parlor and wait?" she asked.

"Yes. Yes I would, thank you," he said looking a little more relieved not to simply continue standing there looking foolish. Maggie showed him to the parlor offering him a seat.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Oh. No ma...I mean miss. I'm fine. Thank you."

"Lot of service guys around the last few days," Maggie said after a few minutes of silence had passed between them. "Big army base somewhere near here I guess. A lot of guys have been coming through, lots of talk about the possibility of war coming. Is that why you joined?" Maggie shifted in her seat, knowing full well as she did that her braless breasts pushed even more tightly against the work-shift she was wearing. Maggie saw Bill's eyes as they followed her movement, quickly shifting away as he caught her eyes, looking embarrassed as he spoke.

"Sort of I guess. Have a brother who's in the Navy. He's off somewhere in the Atlantic. Already seen some action against the Nazi's too. Though he's not supposed to talk about it, especially since we're not really at war against them yet. Everyone seems to think we will be soon though. Which is one of the reasons I signed up."

"How come the Army and not the Navy?" she asked. "Like your brother?"

"Can't swim."

Maggie laughed at his simple honesty. "Can't either," she said looking at him, noticing perhaps for the first time how truly handsome he really was as he sat there in his dress uniform.

"Maggie?" You around?" She heard May calling out to her from the kitchen. "I could use some help with the groceries."

"Be right there May!" Maggie responded bouncing up.

"Need some help?" Lips asked.

"Sure, why not. Besides, it's a sure fire way to get yourself a room for the next few days too." Though William, Bill, Lips thought it was because he'd offered to be helpful perhaps, Maggie had actually been thinking as soon as May saw how handsome he truly was, it would be because of that rather than the other.

Following Maggie out to the kitchen and then outback to May's car, Maggie introduced them explaining to her everything he had already spoken to her about.

"Well, we have plenty of room at the moment," May said eyeing him just as Maggie suspected that she might. "And since you're in the service, I'll only charge you half for the room," she told him appreciatively. "But it doesn't include room service for your meals. For that you pay extra, or you come downstairs to eat with everyone else," she added. Delighted with the price of his stay, May directed Maggie to show him which of the rooms upstairs he'd be sleeping in.

"When you're done Maggie. Come to my room, it's time for another lesson." Maggie was shocked that May would actually refer to that at this particular moment, and then saw the teasing look on her face, knowing full well she had done it on purpose.

"Unless of course you've already practiced this morning," she said still grinning.

"Yes mam. I have," Maggie said mimicking Lips in addressing her.

"Well then, never mind. Feel free to do whatever you'd like until suppertime then. And William? I hope you enjoy your stay with us."

Maggie spent the better part of the afternoon reading a book that Lucy had loaned her. Enthralled that someone could have actually written a book filled with so much sex, she found herself devouring it. She had gone outside to sit in the sunshine, relax and let her imagination take her away as she read when she heard a familiar voice addressing her.

"What're you reading?" Lips asked. Only slightly startled, Maggie placed the book down in her lap looking up at him, surprised to find Lips standing there in civilian clothing as opposed to his uniform.

"Lady Chatterly's Lover," she told him. "Ever heard of it?"

"Nope. What's it about?"

Maggie had only gotten halfway through the book but she began telling him about it, explaining in fairly intimate detail about the story.

"You're kidding!" Lips said. "It actually says that?"

"Yeah, see for yourself," Maggie said opening the book, pointing to a particular paragraph. "Pretty naughty stuff huh?"

"Wow. I'll say!" Lips said continuing to read it as she sat there holding the book. "Who gave it to you anyway?"

"Oh. Lucy. She's staying here too. But she's currently in San Antonio seeing someone about a job. Should be back soon though. I think you'd really like her."

"I like you," Lips said quietly.

Maggie closed the book smiling at him. "That's the book talking," she said easily.

"What?"

"Saying you like me. The book. It's making you randy is all. Though admittedly, it makes me feel that way too."

Flustered, Lips looked at her with an amazed expression on his face as understanding seized him. "No. Honest, it's not the book. I really do like you!" he stammered.

Maggie glanced at his crotch saw the obvious bulge protruding inside his trousers. "Oh really?" she said, stunning him by reaching out to actually cup the hardness that lay just beneath the surface of the material. Maggie continued to caress him making the bulge grow even more prominently.

"Maggie!" he said placing his hand over hers. "You don't have to do that. I was serious. I really do like you. And I wasn't just saying that because of some naughty book we've been looking at either!"

"Well. I like you too," Maggie stated though she made no effort to take her hand away from him. "But like I said, the book's made me randy too. And I'm not afraid to admit it."

"Didn't you tell me something about being a virgin earlier?" Lips asked, by way of back peddling.

"Yeah. I am. Doesn't mean I don't think about it though, or wonder what it will be like when I'm not a virgin anymore," she told him. "Don't you want to save it for marriage?" he asked seriously. "For your husband?"

"Are you kidding?" Maggie asked him back just as seriously. "Marry someone without knowing if they're really good in bed or not? No way!"

Stunned into momentary silence Lips just sat there staring at her. "You really are different aren't you?"

"That's what they tell me," Maggie said with a snicker, seeing the confused look on Williams's face having said that. "May and Jack. Oh, which reminds me, you might still be here when he returns too. Anyway, May and Jack have been teaching me a lot of things about sex, said that in some ways they've created a monster. Who knows, maybe they have. But all I know is, I'm looking forward to being with a man, and soon too. I certainly have no desire saving it for my wedding night. And besides, I'm nowhere's near ready to get married anyway. But I'm certainly ready to find out what it's like to be with a man. Which reminds me, I wanted to ask you something," she said, only then realizing she'd been running off at the mouth without allowing him a word in edge-wise.​