First Time What If

We'd barely gotten inside the car when she kissed me again, even putting my hand on her breast while we kissed.

"I've missed you!" She said.

"Missed you too," I answered back, though I had.and did. But I was of course feeling guilty as hell too!

"So? How'd it go? What did the two of you discuss anyway?"

"Pretty much what I am sure the two of you did," I said trying to hedge my bet here.

"I doubt that," she giggled, actually blushing a little. "Our talk got pretty hard core in a sense, but I told you it had."

Now I was blushing, or so it felt like anyway. "Yeah, I'm sure ours wasn't anything like that. We just mostly talked about plans for the future, yours and mine. Her concerns, your promises, you know...stuff like that."

Teresa sat back, looking at me.

"What?"

"Mom said it was a bit more than that, but she'd let you be the one to tell me. Said you did discuss oral sex, our masturbation sessions, stuff like that, and said that you'd agreed not to pursue having intercourse with me."

"Yeah, that too," I quickly added. "Promised her I wouldn't try and convince you otherwise."

"So you won't then?"

"No...I won't. Promised her, and am promising you the same thing."

"What did you tell her about the other stuff? I know she's not very experienced about any of that, which is really too bad. But she said you got pretty specific with regards to why you liked it, what it felt like when I went down on you, and how good it felt. Did you two really discuss that?" She asked.

"Well yeah...I ah...yeah, I did. What can I say? I do like it. I like what you do to me, how it feels, so yeah...I told her."

Teresa grinned. "Sure we don't have time enough?" She said reaching over undoing the button on my jeans, unzipping them and reaching in. I was as flaccid as they come.

"Maybe not," I said trying to smile, seeing the disappointment in her eyes. Maybe later? This evening?" I asked, hoping.

"I don't know," she said scooting back over to her side of the car. "Mom's schedule has changed, she has the early shift now. She'll be home most of the evenings around eight. And with Sara now aware of that, not much chance for keeping her out of our hair when mom's not home. Sucks in a way doesn't it?"

"Oh yeah...big time," I agreed, wondering why Darlene hadn't bothered to mention that to me.

"Guess we'll just have to make do, do what we can, when we can," Teresa told me, still obviously disappointed. "Maybe we can manage a few things, even when she's home," Teresa suggested, though how that would even be possible, I had no idea.

"Oh yeah? How are we going to manage that?" I found myself asking.

"Well, believe it or not, mom did say that she knew this was apt to put a cramp in our love-life, with her being home more often than she has been. But she also said, she'd maybe try and be a bit more tolerant, give us some alone time...out back, on the couch from time to time."

"She did?"

"Yeah, she did!" Teresa grinned. "Isn't that wild!"

"You have no idea," I thought, simply smiling back at her.

**We are not alone**

As it turned out, it wasn't until the next night that I came over, and as expected, Sara was her usual pest self, not leaving the two of us alone long enough to even think of doing anything, let alone doing it. And then sure enough, we heard Darlene's car pulling into the drive right around eight o'clock. She greeted us both in her usual friendly way, with no subtle hints or anything else towards me, easing my mind just a little at least. By nine, she had shooed Sara off to bed, giving us a surprising wink when she did, actually nodding her head in the direction of the back yard.

"Come on!" Teresa said taking my hand.

"Shit, you sure about this? About your mom?"

"You saw...same as I did. She all but gave us her blessing!" Teresa said. She stopped short of the door though, sending me out ahead of her. "I'll be right there," she said, and then turned back running back into the house. I walked out into the garage, through the door, and took a seat on the old familiar couch. Seconds ticking by when I heard the back door to the house open and close, and then moments later Teresa as she finally came outside to join me. She was wearing my favorite sweater again. The magic one. And finally, I began feeling a whole lot better about things.

"She say anything to you?" I found myself asking.

"Yeah, she actually said to have fun, told us not to worry about anything, or about Rob barging in on us either. He's still out with his friends, and not expected home for a while yet. Said she'd give us an hour to have fun and enjoy ourselves before I have to go back inside."

"Seriously."

"Yeah, seriously. Now, get your pants off. And then you can suck my tits for a bit!"

I did so, still nervous, but soon forgot all about anything else as I contentedly began nursing on Teresa's beautiful tits, her hand pleasurably stroking and working my cock as I did so. When I got close, I sat up as I usually did, Teresa now treating me to a wonderful finish as she leaned over, engulfing my cock with her mouth, sucking it now fully instead. I leaned back, enjoying it, basking in the pleasure she was giving me. I noticed something however. "Movement? Was that the curtain in her mother's bedroom I just saw move?" I asked myself. I looked without looking. Sure enough, seconds later, I saw it part a bit more fully, though the lights were certainly off inside her mother's bedroom. I knew then we were being watched. I didn't dare tell her that, not sure why I felt I couldn't, or shouldn't. But I didn't. I sat filling Teresa's mouth with my cream, knowing full well as I did, that Darlene was watching us every single moment.

Afterwards, as Teresa sat up again, her tits still showing, her sweater pulled up over the top of them just enough, she leaned back in the couch, now slipping off the pair of shorts she was wearing, sans panties of course. Spreading herself. "Oh baby, I am so fucking horny! Come on...eat me baby, suck my cunt!"

I knew even as I knelt down there on the ground in front of her, that Darlene would be watching me do that. Watching me eating out her daughter's pussy from the very beginning. Oddly enough, I was actually excited by that.

"Well Darlene, if you really want to see it...then be my guest," I said to myself as I knelt down between Teresa's widely spread legs, even pushing her back on the couch more than usual, holding her legs in the air with my hands as I lowered my face into her free-flowing succulent juices, and then tongue-fucked her, clit sucked her, into one hell of a tremendous orgasm. By the time I was done, sat up, and sneakily looked over towards the window, the curtains were closed again. I wondered for how long she had watched us. Wondering even then if she wasn't at that very moment, laying in bed...masturbating, and pleasuring herself.

**Catch 22**

Talk about Murphy's Law. It was as though fate was suddenly against us. My car broke down, and it would be weeks before I could earn enough money to get it fixed. So...there is sat. I was even forced into having to take the bus into work, which meant I had to leave earlier than usual in order to get there on time. Not to mention the extra time it took getting home again afterwards. Which put me getting home way late at night, unable to sneak a quick drive by to see Teresa.

And then to make matters worse. Dad got a new job, so mom quit hers in order to stay home again for a while. So coming over to my place after school for even an hour like we used to do, was also out of the question now too.

We literally had no place to really go, except her place, as she had to be there to look after her younger sister until her mother got home at night. All we could do and hope for on those nights when Teresa wasn't working, and I wasn't...was that she'd give us another wink, sending us sprinting off into the back yard once again. Except for the fact, for nearly two weeks, she didn't do that.

If anything, Darlene for whatever reason allowed Sara to stay up longer than normal. And didn't even make any attempt to keep her occupied, or from bugging us. We groped when we could of course, but it just wasn't the same. And even Darlene tended to hover about and around us whenever Sara wasn't. Watching TV with us most of the time, joking and laughing of course, but never once letting us know she was ok with us going out back together again.

"I'm going nuts," I told Teresa one evening just before walking home. "I thought you said your mom was ok with us doing stuff once in a while."

"Yeah, me too. Maybe this is what she meant by once in a while though. Let me talk to her, see what I can find out. Maybe she's had a change of mind about it or something," Teresa said.

"Or something," I said to myself as I walked home that evening. With our jobs and schedules, our next best opportunity would be Saturday night. Although Teresa worked, she was supposed to get off around four or five. The plan was for me to come over then. We usually watched TV for a bit, but it was hoped that maybe tonight, we'd find some private time to be together. Especially as Teresa had informed me that Sara had a sleep over that night, and wouldn't be home. Rob was going to a concert, so he'd be out of the way too. And though Darlene would be home, it was hoped with some persuasion from Teresa, her mom would give us the go ahead once more to have some fun. Especially as there really was no reason not to. And either way, we were going to do something. Even Teresa said that. Even if we walked down to the school and hid out beneath the bleachers or something. We were one way or the other, going to get one another off. Period.

I was actually hoping for the bleachers.

But, as we'd planned and agreed upon, I arrived at her place right around five o'clock. Teresa wasn't home yet, but Darlene invited me inside in order to wait for her.

"She called earlier, said she was running a bit later. Something about one of the girls calling in sick or something," Darlene told me. "Told me to tell you to stick around. That she'd be here as soon as she can. Can I get you something to drink? Would you like a beer perhaps?"

It all seemed too vaguely familiar. "Ah, no thanks. I'll just sit and watch some TV until Teresa gets here," I answered her.

"Ok, shoot yourself," she smiled. "I'm going to go in and take a nice long bath anyway, so if you still want that beer, help yourself."

Seconds later I heard her as she turned the water on in the tub, letting it run, though the door was obviously open. I then saw her as she turned the corner in the hallway heading back towards her bedroom. She was now wearing the same bathrobe I had seen her in before. I quickly averted my gaze back to the TV, not wanting her to catch me looking at her...remembering or anything. Which is also when the phone rang. She had an extension in her room however, which she answered. I could hear her talking, but couldn't make out who she was talking to, or what was being said. She soon after hung up, and came back out into the hall heading towards me.

"That was Teresa. She said they're still having problems locating another girl to come in and take over her shift. Told me to tell you...not to go anywhere, and that she'll be home just as quickly as she can make it."

"Ok," I said, frustrated, but prepared to settle in and actually get interested on whatever the hell program that was on I'd been sort of watching.

"Do me a favor though if you would please," Darlene said as she reached the end of the hall before turning, heading into the bathroom. "Would you mind pouring me a glass of wine and bringing it into me? And if you'd like...feel free to pour one for yourself too," she added. And then before I could respond to that, she disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Already I was beginning to wonder. But already reminding myself that I wasn't about to let anything happen again either. I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice as I headed off to pour her, her wine. And then poured myself one as an afterthought, though leaving it in the front room table as I then went down the hallway, stopping at the closed door, knocking.

"Here's your wine...Darlene," I said, thinking her not yet in the tub, waiting for me to hand it to her. Silly me.

"Come in, bring it over to me," she said instead. I opened the door, sure enough, she was already sitting in the tub, though thank god there was tons of bubbles. She was taking a bubble bath, so at least she was decently covered as I walked over, standing there holding out her glass to her.

"Didn't you get one for yourself?" She asked.

"Yeah, it's back in the TV room," I announced.

"Well then, go get it, bring it back with you. Might as well use the time to have another chat while we have the chance."

"Another chat?" I asked.

"Yeah, there's something else I think we need to talk about," she smiled taking a sip of her wine. "So...hurry back. We certainly wouldn't want Teresa coming home and finding you in here with me now would we?"

Once again, against my better judgment perhaps, I ran back, grabbed my wine. But...figuring she was right about that at least, and so that made it reasonably safe enough by my way of thinking, that she wasn't about to suggest anything. Not with Teresa's coming home any time now at least. So maybe all she did want to do was have another chat. "About what though?" I wondered as I reentered the room taking a seat on the toilet next to the tub.

"I guess you know I was watching the two of you the other night," she began sitting up just a bit, just enough that the upper slopes of her breasts broke through the suds, not enough to reveal her dark nipples yet...but damn fucking close. Once again, I tried to avert my eyes, looking into her eyes instead.

"Figured you might have. Thought I saw the curtains open and then close later on."

"Yeah, it was certainly interesting," she said sitting up a bit more, taking another sip of her wine, though this time a bit spilled, dropping between her breasts as she realized it, sitting up even more still. Her breasts of course, now coming up through the suds like a submarine surfacing through the icecaps. "Oops!" She giggled, actually reaching down, lifting one of her breasts, attempting to lick off the wine. "Damn, can't quite reach it, would you like to?" She asked actually offering me her breast to lick off.

"Ah no...thanks," I said worried now.

She let go of her breast, though they remained revealed as she sat back closing her eyes. "Yes, I can almost still see it, see you two out there together. Quite a show you put on. And obviously, one you were putting on for me...weren't you?" She pointedly asked, once again opening her eyes staring me down. "And don't try denying it. It was quite obvious, especially the way you spread her, bent her over almost double so I could clearly see what you were doing to my daughter's cunt. Even she looked surprised by that when you did it...though obviously pleased."

I neither denied, nor confirmed it. Taking the third option by remaining silent, though silently chastising myself now for having done that. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea after all. What the hell was I thinking?

"Obviously, it worked. You got me very, very aroused watching you do that. I suppose you also know, I was standing there masturbating myself, watching the two of you, until I couldn't stand up any more. Had to lay down...and then use this," she said. Hidden beneath the bubbles, there in the tub with her, she suddenly brought up her hand. Within its grasp, she held a life-like rather large looking flexible dildo. "I'm pretty sure it's close to the size you are," she added. "Maybe just a titch bigger is all, but pretty close." She then lowered her hand again, though I noticed as she did, she seemed to be inserting it inside herself, right there in front of me.

"Ah...maybe I should leave you alone now," I suggested, actually standing.

"No Rick...you're not. You're not going anywhere. We haven't finished our little chat yet. I still have a few things I need to discuss with you. New things..."

"New things? Like what?"

"Being honest with me for one. Come on, admit it...you intentionally did that knowing full well I was watching you, didn't you?"

"Ok, maybe I did...but I'm actually sorry I did it now," I told her, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck beginning to stand up. I didn't like the way any of this was going now.

"Well at least you are now being honest with me," she said smiling. "So...I'll be honest with you too. I haven't been very good about giving the two of you any more private time now have I? Since then I mean?"

"No...not really. Not like we thought you would anyway."

"Shame on me," she said smiling once again, though the water was starting to swish back and forth in the tub just a little, proving to me now that she was in fact fucking herself with the flexible dildo as we talked. "And shame on you for making me horny...wondering what it would be like to feel that, to experience that...the way you were eating her. Eating my daughter's pussy."

Once again, I wanted to bolt, to flee...to run off into the night and try and explain it all to Teresa later, if I could. But for some reason, I couldn't. And I knew damn well, that the moment I even tried, Darlene would come up and out of that fucking tub, suds and all clinging to her, and somehow, someway keep me from leaving the house until I'd heard her out. I wasn't going anywhere. And we both knew it.

"What is it that you want from me Darlene?" I asked already fearful of the answer.

"Pretty much the same thing you want with Teresa," she answered. "More time alone obviously, which I can give you, and will give you...provided you're willing to do something for me too. After all, you've already teased me with it...cruelly I might add if you think about it. So...you're going to make it up to me Rick. I'm not asking for all that much here you know. Just the knowledge, the experience of actually feeling what it's like. Just once at least. Do that for me, and I'll start working with the two of you, making sure you have more time to be alone together."

"And what if I don't?" I had to ask.

Suddenly the water quit moving, as she sat up once again. "Well, a couple of things actually. One...I'll see to it that the two of you never have a moment alone again, at least not while I'm around. Sure...I know that in a few weeks you'll probably have the money to get your car fixed. So you can always drive off somewhere, risk getting picked up by some cop for indecent exposure or something. And I sure as hell won't bail either one of you out if you are caught either. But that's beside the point. Let's just say you do that anyway, chancing the risk. Well, then that would leave me only one other option."

I was furious, now being actually threatened here. But I didn't dare say or do anything, but listen...wait her out, hear what else it was that she had to say. Though I now drained my wine in one gulp, steeling myself for this.

"You have a very, very cute...and interesting little mole on your right testical," she said letting the implication sit. "But I also have a pretty good eye for detail too. I think I could pretty accurately describe your hard cock, how big it is, the shape and size of your head, the way one vein seems to stick off to the left side the way it does. Accurate enough, to describe it in its obvious turgid state. Oh...and see that blue robe over there, hanging behind the door?" I looked, the same one I was familiar with yes. "Well, that's one of three I have. Happened to love that style and color of bathrobe. The one I was wearing that night? The one you managed to squirt all over?" She smiled. "Well, that one I have safely tucked away...with lots and lots and lots of your DNA all over it. Just in case I might ever need it to protect myself with."

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I could hardly talk, hardly breathe.

"You wouldn't dare..."

"Tell Teresa? No...probably not. But I would certainly mention it to say...your parents perhaps? Sure, eventually Teresa would probably hear about it, learn about it. But by then I would have concocted enough of a story that she'd believe me over you...trust me on this. Trying to protect her, you know? Not wanting her to find out that you'd actually tried to seduce me."

"Seduce you? Who's trying to seduce who here anyway? And seduce hell! This...fuck, this is nothing more than sheer black mail!"

"Call it whatever you'd like. Either way, you'll lose. Think about it. All I'm asking is that you do this one thing for me. Let me see what it's like, and after that...I promise I won't ask you for anything else ever again. Hell, tell you what, I'll even loan you the money to get your car fixed if you'd like. You can pay me later for it when you can. Though you don't even have to do that if you don't want to."

"Keep your money," I answered. "I'll get it fixed when I can afford to do so myself."

There was a long silent pause then, though I noticed as I sat there, she went back to fucking herself there in the water while I watched.

"So? What's it going to be Rick? Do this one favor for me and then we call it even? Or what?"

"Just this once right? Then we're even? Nothing else? Ever?"

"Not unless you want to, like I told you before. All you have to do is ask. You want to fuck me...then just ask, and I'm all yours, wherever, and whenever you'd like."

I had an answer for that, but I kept it to myself. Now was not the time.

"When?" I said instead. I was now nervous about Teresa coming home for one thing, and didn't want to sit inside the bathroom any longer than I had to.

"How about now?" She asked suddenly standing up, suds running off her body, the fake cock still hanging between her legs.

"No fucking way. Teresa could be home any moment now."

"Oh that. I forgot to tell you, when she called earlier? She actually said that they couldn't get anyone to come in and take over her shift. She won't be home until after midnight. Told me to tell you she was sorry, that she'd call you tomorrow. I told her I'd tell you, and that maybe...just maybe, I'd arrange things so the two of you could have some alone time together. So...we still have several hours yet. Now's as good a time as any, don't you think?"

"Fine!" I said giving in, pissed at myself for doing so, but not really seeing any way out of this. "Where?" I then asked. "Here?"

"No silly. Not here. In the bedroom. And by the way, you'd damn well better make it good too. Make me cum, hard. No half-assed efforts. After all, I saw you in action once already, so I know what you're capable of. You make this good for me, and I'll make it good for you too. Less than a hundred percent...and the deals off. Understood?"

"At best, you're getting ninety percent," I said to myself. "After all, how the hell will you know?" I likewise asked, as I followed her down the hall towards the bedroom.

**Selling my soul**

This is the part where I wish I could say I just followed her into the room, gave her my ninety percent, rolled out from between her legs, and went home.

Unfortunately, that's not what happened.

I honestly believe that Darlene was the pure embodiment of what a Siren truly is. Following her into the room, watching her as she spread out there on her bed, lusciously naked, created a great deal of emotional turmoil for me. Had she been homely or ugly...maybe I could have kept myself from appreciating just how beautifully attractive she really was. And even though my outward demeanor was trying to say one thing, my hard cock was telling me something else. Though for the moment at least, I was trying very hard to ignore it.

"You might as well make yourself comfortable too, I think we're going to be here a while," she informed me in a very sultry sounding voice.

I was already resigned that I was going through with this, so if getting out of my own clothes would hurry up the process, then I was more than willing to do that. In moments I too was naked, though my involuntary arousal greeted Darlene's hungry eyes as she smiled licking her lips.

"Nice to see I have an effect on you," she again purred reaching down between her legs, stroking her own pussy, decadent and obscenely spreading her lips. I could see even now as I crawled up into the bed, preparing to situate myself between her outstretched legs that she was wet. Her juices glistening, the inner pink folds of her pussy winking at me as I steeled myself once more to hurriedly get this over with. So far I had remained silent, vowing not to say any more than I had to. I tentatively stuck out my tongue, running it up that wet glistening furrow of her sex.

She was even sweeter tasting that Teresa was! "Fuck!" I thought, savoring her flavor and aroma, and yet desperately fighting to keep from enjoying it as I continued to lick, likewise probing with my fingers hoping to further stimulate her even more quickly. She reached down, taking my hands in hers however, lifting them up towards her breasts where she helped them to settle.

Her breasts were soft, pliable, and yet firm to the feel as my hands began kneading and caressing them. I could likewise feel the stiff thimble sized nipples pricking the palms of each hand as I glided over them. With a mind of their own, my fingers captured, rolling and pinching each thick nub, sending shivers of delight and renewed arousal coursing through me. I could feel the press of my own stiff cock spearing the cool sheets, the escape of my own lubrications already beginning to saturate the spot where it did. I heard her moan, deeply...throatily, knowing full well that the ministrations of my tongue and lips as I continued to pleasurably assault her cunt was working it's magic.

She was getting the full one hundred percent from me, even though at the moment I hadn't quite realized that yet.

"Oh my god that's heavenly!" She moaned even deeper, her knees bent now, splayed widely off to each side giving me even better access to her pussy as I playfully attacked her clit, sometimes capturing it with my lips, sucking it as though sucking her nipples. My fingers tapped on each of her nipples, then pinched, pulling, adding to her delight and joy. Her moans continuing, head rolling back and forth against the pillow, her ass now coming up to meet the occasional tongue thrusts as I fucked her pussy with it. "I had no idea...no idea!" She kept crying out over and over again.

I hadn't even realized my own transition. Going in, angry, determined, upset, fearful and confused, and still aroused. Now...still determined yes, certainly aroused yes...but finding myself basking in the succulent delight of her pussy. Her juices were flowing, covering my face. Her exquisite breasts still filling my hands sending further signals of additional excitement and arousal down to my own hard stiff cock. I felt her beginning to stiffen, sensed the sudden intake of her breath as she momentarily held it. Once again capturing her hard sweet clit between my lips, I sucked it for all I was worth. I felt her ass once again lift up off the bed, meeting me somewhere in the middle as I held on, still sucking, simultaneously flicking her nub with the tip of my tongue as I imprisoned it. And then she just simply exploded!

It was another first. At least for me, and very possibly for her as well. The abundance of juices flowing from her pussy early on was amazing enough as it was. But I had no clue myself, no idea whatsoever, nor at the time had I heard anything about a woman's ability to squirt the way she suddenly began doing. At first, I honestly thought she was peeing on me, but there was no odor of urine, no foul taste to the sudden gush of liquid that now filled my mouth. Forced to drink, or drown, I did so, a force of wills perhaps as I refused to relinquish the prize of her cunt as I continued to flick her clit with my tongue, somehow drinking and consuming the sweet essence of her climax as she continued to pump, squirt, spurt and saturate the two of us, along with the bed.

I didn't even realize, or comprehend the high pitched squeal of delight that had permeated the entire room for several moments, her rapturous cry suddenly filling my ears as she thrashed wildly about now, forcing me with her own hands to back away from her heated cunt as the super-sensitivity of her ravished clit forced her into doing so.

"Enough! Enough!" She cried out, actually crying now, tears streaming down her face as she collapsed back into the bed, exhausted, her breath coming in quick raspy gulps of air as she fought to regain some semblance of composure.

I actually smiled, licking my lips, running my fingers over my chin wiping away the residue of her spending that still clung to me there.

She finally sat up, almost wild-eyed looking at me. "My god! That was the most amazing experience of my entire life!" And then with that, she pushed me over before I could even respond, her mouth seeking out, and quickly finding my shaft as she enveloped it, sucking and tonguing me. I fought emotionally with that only briefly. Likewise succumbing to the sudden sweet pleasure her mouth and lips were bringing me. Too emotionally drained now myself to fight against it, against her...against myself. And so I lay there, feeling the ecstasy of her returned pleasure.

Perhaps a better word for her was Succubus. Because she certainly did that, moments later drawing my very soul through the end of my cock. Swirling stars and the universe suddenly all about me as I caved into the perverse depravity I had so willingly shared with her.

**After math**

True to her word, Darlene gave the two of us all the alone time we could ever want. And never once did she approach me, hint...or otherwise indicate in any way shape or form that there had been anything between us.

I relaxed, and for a time everything seemed to go back to the way it was, the way it had been just between the two of us. And though the following week was busy with actual graduation on a couple of days away, following the big last dance on Friday, I began to feel the first pangs of guilt and remorse as they began to saturate my subconscious.

Teresa and I of course had long been looking forward to this moment. Not only finally being given our diplomas of course, but looking forward even more so to the last big final dance. As most did, and as I too had done, I had rented a limousine for the evening, which had cost me a pretty penny, and set me back a bit from earning enough money to repair my car with. But as far as I was concerned, it was well worth it. We would go to the dance, and then afterwards be driven to a nice restaurant where many of our friends would likewise be going. Some...had even secured rooms at a local hotel, though doing that was just out of reach with my available finances. Oddly enough however, my parents for whatever reason, had conveniently arranged to be out of town that particular weekend. Though surprised at the too coincidental aspects of that, I nevertheless had every intention of taking advantage of it. As such, I had arranged things before hand, rose petals in the bed, a collection of candles to be lit adding a nice soft warm glow to the room. A place of sensuality and excitement that would be waiting for us after coming back from an extravagant dinner.

The entire evening had been perfect, the thing that dreams were made of. It was a great way to graduate into the world of adulthood. And even when Teresa was finally allowed to enter into my own bedroom after the candles had all been lit, I thought then that maybe...just maybe, we might culminate this very special night together in the most intimate of ways.

I should have known better, I should have quit trying to fool myself, or think Teresa not serious in holding to her promise and commitment to her mother, rather than to me. And more importantly, I perhaps shouldn't have asked it, wanted it...almost, almost...demanded it.

As we had done countless times before, we teased and pleased one another in all the ways we'd ever experienced or allowed ourselves to do. She had in fact climaxed twice now, pleasurably, fully and completely. I had worked myself up, now laying on top of her, kissing her, likewise as we'd done before. And as before, as we'd tempted fate, and ourselves in a way, she'd allowed me the hint of possibilities. My cock languishing in the furrow of her heated place. Her pussy lips sweetly kissing and sucking on the shaft of my cock. I had before masturbated her clit with my prick. Stroking it, rubbing it, sliding up and down against her, which I began doing now. She allowed it of course, trusting in me...in herself. Only the briefest of cautionary words then being spoken.

"Only...this..." she sighed pleasurably, a warning, a reminder to me perhaps, though I persisted. Still rubbing, angling, rubbing, but now bumping the head of my cock at the sweet opening before me.

"Rick, no! You know we can't, that I won't!" She finally admonished me worriedly.

"But I love you Teresa," I spoke. Words I had of course said before, but I meant them, as I meant them now too. But perhaps placing a cost on the worth of them as I hungrily pursued my own selfish desire. But even as I did, I saw images, felt the renewed flame of lustful guilt engulfing me, even to the extent that the image of Teresa's mother now filled my head. I pushed, heard Teresa's cry of alarm. Her hands coming up to forcefully push me off and away from her. I'm not sure I even realized that I had in fact attempted to impale her, but her eyes told me otherwise of course.

"Take me home," she said simply. "Now!"

**Anguish and remorse**

I of course tried several times to call her the following day. But she refused to answer any of my calls. Finally her mother answered.

"Please Darlene, I need to speak to her."

"She doesn't want to talk to you right now," she told me, her tone of voice telling me in an instant that she too was upset with me. "What the hell did you do to her anyway?" She asked. Which told me at least, that Teresa hadn't said much, but the implication of that said enough.

"I...I didn't do anything. She...she stopped me," I finally admitted. "And she had every right to do so...I was stupid!" I blurted out.

"Yes...you were," she said and then hung up the phone on me.

I kept trying to call her for several days, but she repeatedly refused to speak with me. Eventually, all I received was a busy tone, telling me then that either she or her mother had taken the phone off the hook rather than sit there and listen to its insistent ringing. I finally gave up, figuring that perhaps when she cooled down, she'd maybe, hopefully contact me.

It was a full week before she finally did.

Seeing her actually standing there at the door was both a shock as well as relief. "Teresa!" I said pleasantly surprised, grateful, joyful, until I saw the stoned expression on her face. She held out her hand to me.

"Here," she said dropping my high school ring back into the palm of my hand. "I think we need to be a part for a while," she informed me. "I need time to think about us, about any possible future," she then said. "And I can't do that...being with you, not now...not for a while yet, if at all," she then added. "Don't contact me again, or try to reach me. Just leave me alone...give me time. I need time to think about all this." With that, she turned and effectively disappeared from my life.

It was a weird period of time for all of us. The Vietnam conflict was at its height, and though I had in fact gone back to school, I was only doing so part time. And though Teresa even then was still very much in my thoughts, I had since heard through mutual friends, she was in fact seeing, and dating someone. My heart ached, my hopes died...and with that, any hope whatsoever that the two of us would ever be together again.

And then they announced the draft. I remember sitting in front of the TV, watching and listening as they drew out numbers based on a person's birthday. I sat in a state of shock as my number was very early on called. Number 12. I remember mom crying, almost hysterically. Dad on the other hand, encouraging me to enlist, to create my own fate and circumstance rather than having it dictated to me. It seemed like the lesser of two evils at the time. So I did, the very next day, signing up...enlisting in the Navy. I had ninety days before I was expected to report for boot camp. My life and future was once again about to change.

Just two weeks before actually leaving, I received a phone call late one night from Darlene of all people.

"I heard you enlisted," she told me. I felt a sliver of excitement upon hearing that. Obviously Teresa must have heard it from someone as well, had told and informed her mother. I wondered if this might be a bridge to our meeting, seeing one another again. But it wasn't. "Can we meet someplace?" She asked.

Still hopeful, I agreed of course, agreeing to meet her at a local nearby restaurant in a hotel. She was waiting for me in the bar when I came in. Ironically not old enough to drink legally, but old enough to fight and die for my country. She stepped from the bar, taking my hand in hers.

"I have a room," she said simply. "Thought it would be easier to talk there than here in the lobby." I thought nothing of it, following her upstairs to her room. She sat down on the edge of the bed even though there were chairs nearby we could sit on. She patted a spot on the bed with her hand, inviting me over to sit next to her. Though cautious now, I remained curious, even optimistic in a way.

"How's...how's Teresa?" I ventured, though sitting down next to her, not too close, wanting to keep and maintain some distance, now feeling a bit awkward and uncomfortable at being here.

"You need to let her go," she said responding to that. "She's seeing someone else now. She's happy, and content, so you need to let her go."

"Yeah, I heard that," I said feeling sick to my stomach at hearing the words, but then asking, once again curious. "Why did you want to see me then?"

"Mainly, because I heard you'd be leaving soon," she said. "I wanted to see you, I wanted...to be with you."

I sat looking at her, the turmoil in my mind, my heart doing summersaults. "What do you mean?" I asked, already knowing the answer perhaps, but nevertheless, still wanting to hear it, to hear it clarified.

"I want to make love with you. I want you...to fuck me."

And god help me, that's what we did. After everything I had just been told, had confirmed, in my mind...if I couldn't be with Teresa, then I would accept the next best thing. In a way then, in a very bizarre, stupid way...I would finally be with her, in a sense perhaps. Or so I thought. And so it was, I lost MY virginity that night, not to Teresa, but to her mother. Was it good? Yes. Admittedly it was. We enjoyed and pleasured one another throughout the night. I lost track of the number of orgasms we both had and shared with one another. And though the mystery and wonder of it all had finally been revealed to me, I left early on in the morning with an emptiness that I knew would never be filled.

I never saw Darlene again. But I did see Teresa, the day before I actually flew out to finally attend boot camp.

I had been invited to a going away party in my honor by a group of friends, many of which Teresa and I had both palled around with. Midway through the evening, and after several illegal drinks where I was just then starting to put on a pretty nice buzz, one of my buddies approached me.

"Hey buddy, someone wants to speak to you."

"Oh yeah? Who?" I asked.

"Teresa. She's out back...waiting for you."

"Teresa? Here?"

"Yeah, she's waiting for you, said it was important."

Once again with my heart suddenly beating wildly, I half dashed outside, spotting her immediately as she turned towards me. And yeah, you guessed it...she was wearing my favorite, magical sweater again too. She looked beautiful, a feast for sore eyes. Whatever had happened between us, whatever she'd done, the things I'd done...I knew could be worked through, forgiven, amended. Someway, somehow.

"Teresa," I half prayed just standing there looking at her. She walked slowly towards me, eyes sad, remorseful, or so it seemed. She stood briefly in front of me for a moment longer, looking into my eyes. And then she slapped me harder than I've ever been slapped before...or since.

"You stupid, stupid bastard!" She cried out. "You actually went out and fucked my own mother! How could you?"

I couldn't say anything. The fact she even knew was bewildering enough. Obviously...for whatever reason or purpose, Darlene had told her we had.

"You couldn't wait. Couldn't give me the time I asked for, the time I told you I needed to see where I was, see how I truly felt about you...about us. My mistake, in telling my mother that I was thinking about it...thinking about us again. And what do you go and do? You seduce my own mother instead, you sleep with her...you fuck her, because you couldn't have me. Well...so be it, I hope you can live with that."

"Teresa, it's not like that..." I tried. "You don't understand..."

"Don't even bother trying to explain it Rick. The bottom line is...you fucked her didn't you. I know you did, because she told me specific things, things only she could know if you actually had. Don't ever try calling me, or seeing me again. I don't want anything to ever do with you again...not now, or ever! Understood?"

And with that, she left. All the years we had known one another, all the times spent, good and bad, had suddenly and dramatically come to a complete and final finish.

**Forty years later**

I had only gone to one high school reunion. My tenth. And though I was actually hopeful I might see her there, she didn't attend. I had of course lost complete track of her shortly after entering the service, and then four years later returning. A mutual friend of ours filled in a few of the missing pieces, which ironically enough, made me both sad and angry with myself all over again.

Shortly after our final breakup, the guy she'd been seeing and dating actually ran around telling everyone, that he'd finally "nailed her". The two of them broke up shortly after that. Teresa had likewise moved out of the house, now living on her own, though I heard nothing more of her relationship with her mother, nor where she actually disappeared to after that.

Like I said, the years went by. I myself now married to a beautiful and loving woman. A woman who now knew my past, and my history, which included Teresa of course.

When word reached me that there was actually going to be a forty year class reunion, my wife convinced me to go, though I hadn't gone to any others since the tenth. I briefly, honestly wondered if Teresa might herself actually be there. Something my darling wife was obviously aware that I might be thinking about.

"We should go," she said finally convincing me. "Might be interesting to see if she's even there, finally put the ghosts to bed as it were."

I finally agreed, and so we did. And yes, she was there, the two of us spotting one another almost immediately. I of course introduced my wife to her. Teresa herself currently single again, though the whys behind that we didn't get into. I was surprised when she asked if she could sit with us at our table. Another mutual female friend of ours likewise joining us. So now, there I sat, Teresa on one side, my wife on the other as we sat through, and laughed at old photos of our formal selves, and sat listening to embarrassing moments and stories. Even one picture of Teresa and I standing at the side of my car together, "High School Sweethearts", the caption read.

I felt Teresa's hand come up taking mine in hers. My other held in my wife's hand. Sitting there sandwiched between the past and the present.

"Makes you wonder, what if... doesn't it?" She said only then turning towards me, though then looking over towards my wife. "Though I daresay, things probably worked out for the best either way."

I leaned over then and kissed her, on the cheek. Giving her hand a final affectionate little squeeze before letting it go again.