Beginnings by Natasha Walker

her, giving her goose bumps. She could actually sense his hesitation. To touch or not to touch, the poor boy seemed to ask.

FIFTEEN
    Emma was delighted by his hesitation, showing him still firmly enthralled by her, physically and mentally. He respected her, and admired her and, it must be said, feared her. Not only was her body new to him, mesmerising and desirable, but her mind kept him fascinated and wanting more. Teach me, his actions seemed to say. Lead me by the hand.
    Disturbing her thoughts, Jason spoke in a breathless murmur.
    ‘Every part of you … Emma. Thank you. You are so beautiful,’ he managed to say, before leaningforward and resting his lips lightly on the nape of her neck. Again a moan escaped her. She closed her eyes. She felt one hand cup her breast and the other warm moist hand rest on her bottom, lightly at first then gripping her more forcefully. His fingers teased her nipple very gently, it might have been his mouth. His kisses on her neck grew more heated and Emma leant against his mouth and gave way to him.
    He took her in his arms at long last, and spun her round to face him. The heat from his body met her cool skin and she shuddered against him. He lifted his mouth from her neck and turned his eyes upon hers before kissing her mouth with warm open lips.
    His hands took the place of his eyes and roamed up and down her back, caressing her gently till they reached her bottom which seemed to encourage more enthusiastic caresses. Both of his strong hands kneaded her, a cheek each, while their mouths were pressed together, their tongues meeting again and again in lovely embraces.
    Emma’s arms were around him but soon they came between them and, throwing caution to the wind, she began unbuttoning his jeans. There was no mistaking his desire for her; she felt himhard against her. She wanted to release him, to take him in her hands, to feel the warmth of him against her naked body.
    She paused in her attempts to unbutton him, thinking it more urgent to do away with his t-shirt. She lifted it up. They broke their kiss and he stepped back and lifted the shirt over his head. He let it drop to the grass, seizing her again, his naked chest against her breasts. Her hands were not to be denied though. They forced their way between them and undid that top button at last. The other buttons, happy to oblige, sprang open jubilantly. The hipless Jason hindered gravity not at all and so these jeans fell about his ankles immediately.
    Emma now had no reservations about taking the boy in hand, but she did like to enjoy herself. His kisses became even more ardent, seeming to suggest she might like to run speedily on to her object. He pressed himself against her hand to reiterate. But Emma could feel the long, thick shaft of Jason’s painfully erect penis well enough through the light cotton weave of his boxer shorts. She knew, from that first day, how easily she might have him reaching orgasm. She knew too that since that first day she had not once given him the same pleasure. Infact Emma had regretted being so obliging that first day and this was why now she again paused on the brink.
    She took hold of his shaft through the boxer shorts, that much she would do. She felt it pulsate under her grip. She even stroked it once. Jason jolted. His kisses stopped and he stared at her. She squeezed hard. She sensed the onrush of the orgasm. She let go.
    She suddenly thought better of herself.
    ‘Don’t move,’ she demanded of him, before rushing into the house.
    Jason stood near naked, as naked as he was that day he came in search of his tennis ball. He looked about him for the first time since Emma had disrobed. He was startled by the audacity of them both, as if he was not one of them. He could see the back of his parents’ house, but no windows. He looked to the other neighbour, no windows could be seen there either. But when he checked Emma’s house there were four darkened windows upstairs facing him and the dark