Five Years Ago
Jake lathered the shaving cream in his hands, then smoothed it over his face. His skin was too smooth yet to require daily shaving, but he did it anyway. He liked the ritual of it and the way he smelled when he was done. He’d started around Christmas by borrowing his dad’s supplies. When he’d realized what Jake was doing, he’d clapped his hand on his shoulder and hauled him off to the drugstore to get his own shaving kit. When they got home, he took Jake into the bathroom and showed him how to shave his face properly. It was one of the most normal things Jake had ever done with his dad.
Aunt Tammy pounded on the bathroom door. “Hurry up in there. I want to get these deliveries done before the sun goes down.”
Luckily, Jake was used to random loud noises at home, so the sound of his aunt banging on the door didn’t cause him to slit his own throat. He’d gotten a few nicks in the past few months and it was awful when it happened. The tiniest cut bled forever. As a result, he’d developed a steady hand very quickly.
“Almost ready.”
Jake was excited to help his Aunt Tammy make her deliveries. Last year she’d given him more chores around her place, but this was the first year she said she wanted him to go with her to drop off her orders. She had a drop point just south of Portland and they’d be gone most of the day.
He finished up and left the bathroom. She was right. They needed to hurry if they wanted to get there on time. He found his aunt outside loading the back of the cargo van with labeled boxes of meat from her walk-in freezer. The boxes were solid and they were leaving early enough that the meat would be fine until the buyers got it home, providing they didn’t take a day trip past Multnomah Falls on the way.
Jake watched her for a few minutes to figure out the pattern. His aunt wasn’t the type just to throw boxes in randomly. It only took a few moments to work out her system. The boxes were numbered and had various names printed on them; they were grouped by name. The clipboard setting on the running board had the customer names along with how many boxes each person should be getting. Between the two of them, they got the truck loaded quickly.
Jake and his aunt were just getting ready to head out when Clover and R.J. pulled into the driveway. They were dressed for the pool.
“Make it quick.” His aunt climbed into the driver’s seat to wait for him.
Jake jogged over to meet Clover as she pulled to a stop. She rolled down her window and he couldn’t help but smile. He’d only seen Clover and R.J. a handful of times that summer. That was the downside of being big enough to work. He didn’t get nearly as much time to hang out with his friends. He didn’t mind, though. His aunt had been taking him in every summer for years. This was the least he could do to repay her. He was glad he was finally old enough to be helpful.
Clover rolled down her window and Jake leaned on the edge of it. “Hey guys, what’s going on?”
“I’m on my way to work. Thought you might like to spend the day at the pool with us.”
“You’re going really early.”
Clover usually worked afternoons. It was barely eight in the moring.
She shrugged. “Yeah. Pool opens at nine for lessons. I’m teaching tadpoles to swim this week and next.”
“Really? That’s cool.” As far as he knew, she’d never taught lessons before. This had to be a big deal.
“Thanks.” Clover smiled, but he wasn’t sure if it was for him or the promotion at work.
“So go get your shit and come with us,” R.J. demanded with his usual tact. At eleven, he’d started to swear every chance he got. Jake remembered going through that stage. Of course he hadn’t realized how foolish it sounded at the time. Now, listening to R.J., he was glad he’d grown out of it.
Jake gestured toward the van. “I wish I could. I have to help my aunt make a delivery. We’re driving up to Portland. We won’t be back until dinnertime.”
“That sucks, dude,” R.J. said.
“Another time?” Clover was already rolling up her window and shifting into reverse.
“Yeah, for sure.” He didn’t know if she heard him because she was backing away as he spoke. “Another time.”
If he thought about it too long, he’d be upset. Instead, he focused on how cool it was that she’d stopped by at all. Then he ran back to the van and climbed inside. He had a job to do.
Present Day
Jake was suspended in a surreal moment as he watched Clover. She knelt at his feet and looked up at him through her lashes. He knew somewhere in the back of his lust-fogged mind that he was in the middle of a life defining moment. He would be forever changed by what they were about to do.
He had no idea what his irrepressible need to let her do this said about him. It probably wasn’t flattering, but for the first time his desire weighed heavier than his need to repress it.
Clover held his gaze, her face open and beguiling, promising that he could trust her. Everything would be okay so long as he trusted her to take care of him. And he did. He trusted her with this moment and every moment going forward in his life.
Without a word, she lowered her eyes and then eased her lips around the crown of his cock. He shuddered and she pulled back slightly, but kept her mouth on him. After that, he stood still as she explored with her lips and tongue. She licked the length of him, then dipped her tongue into the cleft at the top. She closed her mouth around him and sucked him in until he could feel the back of her throat. She held him there for a moment before retracting.
He wanted so badly to thrust, to move his hips and push deeper until he was buried inside her. He wanted to feel the wet heat of her mouth surrounding him. Instead, he held his body rigid and let her lead the way. It felt so good, better than he’d ever imagined it would be with her, and he wanted it to last forever. That wasn’t possible he knew, and as his body grew tighter, he knew it would be over far too soon. All his mass drew to his low belly, balanced there like a spring-loaded trap waiting to be loosed.
“God, Clover…” His mind was filled with beautiful words to tell her how much he loved her, loved this, loved everything, but all that came out was a high keening whine as he dug his hands into her hair and just held on.
When she pushed as far as she could go once again, with his cock so deep in her mouth he could almost feel the press of her lips at the base, he pleaded with her for more. He whimpered and pushed his hips forward, deeper, until he slipped into her throat. He cried out as he bottomed out with his hips pressed into her face.
She gripped his thighs, her fingers digging in tight and leaving white impressions in his skin, but she didn’t pull away. She forced him to still his hips, and he felt a sublime ripple as she swallowed, letting her throat muscles work his cock. When she eased herself back, he could feel her smile.
From that point, she was firmly in control, working her mouth over his cock, sucking and sliding up and down his length. She fisted a hand at the base and jerked him off at the same time.
He tried to hold back, but then realized that there was no reason for him to do that. She clearly wanted this as much as he did or she wouldn’t have placed herself at his feet. That’s when he relaxed and the gates to heaven opened to him. He came with his cock buried in her mouth and her name on his lips. When he finally stopped spasming, he collapsed over the top of her. His cock, spent and soft, slid from her mouth.
She eased him down until he sat slumped on the floor next to her, and because her mouth was too close for him to possibly ignore, he kissed her. It was the first time he had tasted himself on the lips of a woman and, while he wasn’t crazy about the flavor of his come, the fact that it was on her lips drove him crazy with desire. Without even realizing what he was doing, he kissed her intensely until she fell onto her back from the pressure. He hovered over her and kissed her again. His cock, satisfied only moments ago, was rigid and straining for more.
“God, Clover, that was…” He spoke with his mouth still pressed against hers, and dipped his tongue into her mouth between syllables. The words came out so garbled he didn’t even understand himself. He pulled away long enough to look into her eyes and say, “Amazing.”
Clover whimpered and reached for him. She cupped the back of his head with one hand and guided his hand beneath her skirt with the other. As she thrust her tongue into his mouth, he slipped his fingers beneath the edge of her panties and the world stopped. She was so,
so
wet and he couldn’t believe how good it felt. She was wet and hot and open and perfect and he wanted inside her in the worst kind of way.
“Please.” She bucked her hips, riding the backs of his knuckles as he simply
felt
her. He hadn’t touched very many women like this, and none had made him feel the way Clover did. He was unprepared for how very badly he wanted it never to stop.
He grazed his hand higher, slipping through the moisture to explore every part of her. When he brushed her clit, she stopped rolling her hips. Her body shook from the effort to hold still and he really wanted her to start moving again, so he touched her there again.
“Yes.” She sobbed and moved like she was riding the tide. He played with her clit, circles, then flicking just the tip of his finger over it. It grew hard and distended. As her body tightened and her eyes rolled back, his last thought was how much he’d like to get his mouth on her. And then she came. She convulsed and jerked and gushed hot and wet all over his hand.
He didn’t know how women worked, exactly. Sure, he’d taken eighth grade sex ed, and he’d read a few articles in
Playboy
, but he didn’t know how much was myth, how much was theory, and how much was real. The only thing he knew with absolute certainty was that he wasn’t done. He wanted so much more of her and, as her body grew slack and her hold on his hair eased, he slipped her panties down and off.
The space between her legs felt like it was made just for him and he really wanted to climb a little higher until he could slip his cock inside her. He
knew
that was where he belonged and he would spend the rest of his life trying to prove worthy of what she was giving him that day. For now, however, he didn’t have a condom and he knew that neither of them could afford an unplanned pregnancy.
He wanted inside her so badly, but instead he pushed her skirt up and dropped his mouth to her pussy. He licked the length of it and moaned at the perfection. She was beautiful in every way.
“Oh God.” Clover groaned and gripped his head with both hands. “Yes.”
He took his time and licked everywhere. He even nipped at the sensitive skin high on her thigh. When she bucked, then held still and exhaled as if waiting for more, he sucked on that spot until she had a dark purple, heart shaped hickey that proved he’d been there. She writhed beneath him, tugging at his hair and squirming, but never hard enough to make him stop.
He pulled away to admire his handiwork and she begged him to stop teasing, so he started all over again. He licked every spot he could find, pressing his tongue deep into her folds to explore her from the inside. She groaned and thrust against him. When she begged again, he sucked her clit carefully between his lips and teased his tongue over it relentlessly until she came again with that same gush of wet heat as last time. His chin and mouth were covered with it and still he wanted more.
“How many times can you do that?” Jake asked, kissing her clit gently, before propping himself up to watch her.
Clover didn’t respond right away, thinking perhaps of what she knew about her body and how it worked. Finally she said, “I don’t know. It’s never felt quite like that before.”
He didn’t like the reminder that she had more experience than he did. He wanted to know how many partners she’d shared this with, but was afraid to ask the question. He did like that she seemed to say that he was better than her previous lovers. Perhaps if he kept working at it, he could help her forget all about whoever had come before him.
“Want to find out?” He asked with a wink as he pushed a finger inside of her. She arched her back and pushed against his steady intrusion. He stared at the line of her body and wished that they’d taken the time to undress before starting all this. “Is this okay?” he asked as he thrust into her again, this time with two fingers.
Clover nodded frantically and thrashed her hand about until she managed to grip his arm around the wrist. She tugged his hand back, then pushed it in again, harder and faster than his previous thrusts had been.
“Yeah?” he asked. If she wanted more, he would give it to her. He thrust his fingers into her, reveling in the feel of her most intimate place engulfing him, and ignored his cock’s insistent need to be buried inside her.
This time her orgasm felt different. She moved more leading up to it, her face strained, and her body was reaching for more. When she came for the third time, Clover collapsed against the floor. Her body lay limp and loose, but her grip on his wrist never slacked. She held him deep inside herself, then after several moments with him longing to thrust again, she rolled her hips, grinding down on his fingers, and pulled him out completely.
“No more,” she panted, her eyes closed and her body languid.
Jake lay down on the floor next to her and pulled her into his embrace. He tried to ignore the insistent throb of his cock, but he twitched against her leg no matter how much he tried to quiet his own desire.
“Do you have any condoms?” She asked with her eyes still closed, her fingers playing lazily with his cock.
He gulped as her fingers teased him even harder, but had to say, “No.”
“Neither do I.”
She wrapped her hand around his cock and it felt completely unlike his own calloused palm. Her hand was small and soft and absolutely perfect. She started to move up and down, her motions not entirely rhythmic, but provocative nonetheless.
“Will this work?” She asked, one eye open and watching him, but her body, save the one hand driving him mad, still lay in recovery.
He gritted his teeth and tried not to thrust against the hand she had fisted loosely around his cock. It would absolutely work. He needed just a little more, so he begged, “Harder?”
Clover tightened her grip and began to work it in earnest. At one point, when his body felt strange and tight and so close, but unable to climb any higher, she stopped touching him altogether. She rolled onto her side and braced herself on her elbow, then switched hands. Her grip and coordination were so much stronger and she watched him with a devious little grin on her face.
She pumped her fist faster and harder until all the energy that had been building in his belly and tightening in his balls finally uncorked like a bottle of shaken champagne.
Jake came with great, hot spurts that flowed out of him and down her fist to pool on his belly. They lay together on the floor, him panting and her smiling, until his body settled and he could think of moving again. They needed to clean up.
When he could speak in his normal voice again, he asked, “Ready to go for that drive?”