Beginnings by Natasha Walker Page B

surprising revelation of her body and this behaviour suited her naked demands.
    But it was a desperate action by Emma – when she pushed her hand between them – which took from Jason any hope of independence. Her hand and her hunger signalled a great change for him. Her desire was palpable and it was as unconditional as it had been conditional that afternoon. This unchecked hand and its aggressive progress was the greatest turn on Jason had ever experienced.
    Quite naturally the boy felt his body swell and harden even more in response to her lust but unexpectedly, by reaching so hungrily for his cock, she was accepting him and yearning for him as a fully grown man.
    She had brought into the moonlight his secret pride in his cock – his glorious, thick cock – and had confirmed the boy and made him man. The casual nature of youth with its fluctuating passions was lost back over that line across whichEmma had unwittingly dragged him. He graduated into manhood and, additionally, was made a subject of desire, the desire for a woman, for women.

SIXTEEN
    Now, Jason had not yearned, as some do, for manhood. When he had swung over the garden fence that sunny afternoon a few days before, his greatest challenge was to pass his final exams. He had had his head down and was unaware that one could raise it and see the wide open world with all its contradictions and possibilities. Young Jess, who was very interested in Jason, had as yet failed to arouse in him an awareness of even her simple needs. Her effort was to try to coax from him exactly that which she was at great pains to hide. But Emma’s impatience, carelessly andrather callously, caused him to hurdle, or more appropriately long jump, years of slow, young male development. If you could call the movement from boyhood to manhood progress, he had progressed.
    Till now Jason’s self-belief had been fuelled by academic and sporting successes and physical prowess. Because of this his position in the school hierarchy had been secure. He was left unmolested by more mature boys in his year, boys who had girlfriends or whose main concern was sex, or at least their concept of what sex was. They regarded him with a slightly mocking eye but his skill and strength had kept him from being openly derided. It was an all-boys’ school, and he was far from the only virgin.

    Jason’s rapid sexual development was recognised by no one. His obsessive masturbation, his spiralling and distracting fantasies and his relationship with his neighbour were secrets of which he was ashamed. He would not boast of masturbation, he would not boast of Emma even though he detested secrets. He was a straightforward young man and a loving and obedient son but he was farfrom stupid and recognised the need for discretion and was learning quickly that life was anything but black and white. Pleasures brought with them some pain and much responsibility. But he was still unsure. He had much to learn.
    Emma’s lesson was continuing. The newly formed man was in flood. The pleasure wrought by tongue, hips, legs, hands, warmth, hair, wetness and her body’s weight and that of her desire for him had burst the narrow banks of his youthful experience. Like the buoyancy one feels on entering the sea, Jason was lifted bodily by enrapturing sensation. Had Emma stopped, Jason would have gone to bed exhausted and slept without the need to masturbate.
    But Emma did not stop. The woman was far too excited. She was finding the youthful flesh, the fresh salty taste of it, the scent of vibrant, bursting life too much for her. She sought to release him.
    Earlier that night she’d not thought of being so accommodating, but what of it? She kissed his stomach, lifting her pussy from his throbbing cock head and sliding it along his thigh. His stomach flexed under her kisses and she ran her tongue across his tensed muscles. Her thrusting had notstopped, she pressed hard against his thigh with her hips. Finding no satisfaction she