John hated his stepmom’s friends – old and wrinkled, they were a constant reminder of his endlessly progressing mortality. He was eighteen years old and at University, yet the sight of these ancient, gossiping crones filled him with a grim premonition of what the future held.
But one day all that changed.
It was the beginning of summer and John had returned home from college for a month. His stepmom’s friends had come round for their weekly game of canasta and as usual, he had retired to his bedroom for some peace and quiet.
But then he heard laughter from the living room and a voice he hadn’t heard before.
Curious, John crept closer and peered into the room. What he saw would stay with him for a long, long time.
Sat on the sofa was a young woman, no more than twenty-five. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, long legs, a tight waist and large breasts – voluptuous and curvaceous.
John couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“…and that’s how I managed to negotiate such a great deal!” she was saying, as the other women laughed uproariously.
John recognized the voice now. It was the same one he had heard in the hallway – low and sultry, like a phone sex operator.
“Gosh, Susan,” one of the women said. “You really should consider a career in sales!”
John couldn’t believe it – his stepmom’s friends had brought a prostitute home to entertain them.
But he wasn’t complaining.
He watched as Susan rose from the couch and sashayed her hips through the room, her gaze resting on him for what felt like an eternity. Then she caught his eye and winked.
When everyone had gone, John found the courage to approach Susan.
“Do you need a place to stay?” he muttered, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Yes, I do,” she said. “Why, don’t you have one?”
John showed her to his room and shut the door behind him.
They were alone.
John’s mind raced. How was he going to do this? He was an eighteen-year-old virgin – what did he know about sex?
It didn’t matter, though.
Susan began to undress, her curves revealed one by one. She stepped closer and pushed John down onto the bed.
Her body was like a furnace, her hands like wildfire. Her lips were full and hot, and when she kissed him it felt like a thousand tiny explosions in his head.
John had never felt anything like it.
Susan teased John mercilessly, coaxing him onto his feet and then guiding his hands over her body. She instructed him on how to touch her, kiss her, suck and lick her. Every time his tongue met her skin it felt like he was being electrocuted.
By the time Susan straddled him and urged him inside her, John was overwhelmed. He cried out as pleasure and pain shot through him like a lightning bolt.
The sensation was overwhelming.
Afterwards, Susan lay beside him, a satisfied smile on her face. She stroked his face and whispered in his ear.
“You know, I do private shows. If you ever want a repeat performance, just give me a call.”
And with that, she was gone.
John had never felt so alive. He had just been initiated into the world of sex and it had been wilder and more exhilarating than he could have imagined.
It was time to show his stepmom’s friends that he had come of age.
