by Weeks, Abby
Ariel took a long sip from her wine glass. She didn’t know how she felt about this revelation. It was strange to learn something new about someone she thought she knew so well.
“Well, that’s kind of you to say.”
Gabe shrugged. “It’s not much, but it’s the truth. It really is.”
“So tell me about this business deal,” Ariel said, partly as a way to change the subject.
“Okay, let me just say first, you’re probably not going to like the idea.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“It’s not exactly legal.”
Ariel rolled her eyes. “I’m going to stop you right there, Gabe. I don’t want a part of this. I don’t even want to hear what you’re up to.”
The thing was, she actually really did want to know what he was up to.
“I’m talking millions of dollars, potentially.”
She picked up the bottle of wine and poured another glass. She could get a cab home.
“I’m listening.”
Gabe poured himself some more wine. “Just hear me through,” he said.
She nodded.
“I want you to forge a painting.”
“What? You’re kidding, right?”
“Just hear me through.”
She held her tongue and waited for him to finish.
“I’ve seen you paint. I know you could pull this off.”
“And go to jail, Gabe. They lock people up for this kind of shit all the time.”
“That’s because they do it wrong.”
“And we’d do it right?”
“Yes we would.”
Ariel looked at her watch. She didn’t have to be anywhere. She sat back in her chair and relaxed. “You want to order another bottle of wine?” she said.
“That’s my girl,” Gabe said, smiling.
IX
TO SAY TRUDY WAS EXCITED would be an understatement. She showered and shaved every inch of her body below the neck. Then she rubbed an expensive Italian moisturizer into her skin. She spent longer than usual on her makeup and put on the sexiest lingerie she owned. She had a lace up bustier of black satin that fastened along the side of her body. Her nipples could be clearly seen through the sheer fabric that covered her breasts. She matched it with a caged lace panty that tied at the back with a ribbon. The outfit revealed a lot more than it covered. She threw on a pink Juicy Couture tracksuit over the lingerie and drove down to her favorite Beverly Hills spa. There, she had them put up her hair and give her a full manicure and pedicure. She chose red.
Trudy knew exactly what she was doing. She knew what she wanted. She would never have been able to excuse her behavior if her friends found out but she didn’t care. She wanted this and she was going to get it. She already felt guilty and she hadn’t even done anything yet. She wasn’t even sure she was going to do anything. All she knew was that her body, her lusts and desires, had taken over and were directing her actions for the next few hours. She could worry about the consequences later. The pleasure of what she wanted to do was worth it.
When she got home she was just in time. Kyle was already at her door, sitting on the porch with a camera slung over his shoulder. He looked so dashing, so young and pure and innocent, sitting there on the porch. He was just eighteen years old, the thought of it thrilled Trudy to her core. He was a full twenty-four years younger than she was, less than half her age. It was like going back in time to her own high school days. She felt as if she’d discovered the perfect time machine. After wasting twenty-two years of her youth married to an old man, she honestly felt like she’d discovered the secret to reclaiming all of that lost time. By seducing an eighteen-year-old, by having him orgasm inside her eager pussy, she’d be traveling back to her own high school days and reliving all of the joy, all of the pleasure, she’d missed out on in her twenties and thirties.
“Oh, honey,” she said as she got out of the car. “Sorry, I’m late. I was just getting ready for you.”
“Oh,” Kyle said. “You really didn’t have to get ready.”
“It’s not every day a girl gets to have a talented photographer.”
Kyle smiled. He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t used to such flagrant flirting from an older woman. Trudy knew that she’d have him like putty in her hands. He was so innocent, so unspoiled. She could do what she liked to him and that thought filled her with such lust that her pussy tingled just thinking about it.
She didn’t even allow herself to think about what would happen to her friendship with Veronica if she ever found out. She could cross that bridge when she came to it.
She led Kyle into her house. Everything in the house looked perfect. The cleaning woman had been there the day before, thankfully. Otherwise he’d have seen wine bottles, dirty dishes, discarded clothes. Trudy sometimes let the housework pile up. After all those years married to a man who was a stickler for neatness, she felt she’d earned the right to relax a little.
“Where do you want to do the shoot?” she said.
“Oh, we can pretty much do it anywhere. I brought my speedlight and a reflector,” Kyle said. He had a sort of white umbrella that portrait photographers used to reflect light onto their subjects. “I guess wherever you’re most comfortable.”
That was exactly what Trudy had been hoping he would say. “Come upstairs,” she said and led the way without waiting for him to reply or giving him a chance to consider.
He followed her up the stairs and into her bedroom. It was a large, lavishly furnished room that had seen more than its share of young men in the past two years. “I was thinking I could sit on the bed,” she said. “That will be sexiest.”
Kyle’s eyebrows rose on his forehead. Trudy knew that momentum was key. He wouldn’t be used to being in a grown woman’s bedroom and the more she could keep things moving forward the less likely he was to think better of what was happening or lost his nerve. She didn’t want to give him a chance to get shy.
“Well,” Kyle said, “there’s great light from the balcony.”
“Exactly,” Trudy said. “I’ll get in position and you can set up your lighting. Do whatever you want with me, okay?” she said. “Whatever position you want me in, I’m yours.”
She could tell that Kyle was getting flustered but she knew he wouldn’t be able to stop her once she got started. She just had to lead things in the right direction as smoothly as possible. She went over to the bed. Kyle was setting up his reflector, placing it by the glass doors that led out to the balcony. She watched him work.
“I think it will be more alluring if we cut down on the natural light,” he said. He half-closed the curtains.
“This is going to be perfect,” she said. “You know exactly what I want. I want to look sexy. These pictures aren’t going on Facebook, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh no?”
She shook her head and opened the zip on the front of her plush, velour track suit jacket. She pulled the zip down half-way to gauge Kyle’s reaction. Immediately he looked away and fiddled with the reflector.
“So how’s this lighting going to work?” she said, as nonchalantly as she could. She wanted to keep the atmosphere relaxed.
“Well,” Kyle said, his voice sounding a little less certain than usual, “I’ll have a flash on the camera that will act as a key light. What bounces off this reflector will act as a fill.”
“You sure know your stuff,” Trudy said as she removed the velour jacket completely.
Kyle’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw her. The black lace was almost completely transparent. He could see her breasts, her pert nipples, the soft pink circles of her areolae. Along the side of the bodice a crisscrossed ribbon was all that kept it closed.
She sat on the side of the bed and lifted her legs. “Give me a hand with this, would you honey?” she said and pointed her feet at him.
His face went red but that didn’t stop him. He pulled off her track pants, revealing the caged panty that hardly covered h
er ass and pussy at all. It was really just a series of black, lace strings attached to a thong so thin it couldn’t even be seen for the most part. The thin string was completely hidden inside her butt crack at the back, at the front it ran down along the inside of the lips of her vagina. For all intents and purposes, she was naked. She was naked in front of Kyle Roycroft, her good friend’s eighteen-year-old child, and the thought of it just made her nerves tingle with anticipation and excitement.
“So,” she said as Kyle stared at her openly, “how do you want to take me?”
“Excuse me?”
She got up on her hands and knees and waved her cute, perfectly taut butt at him. “Like this,” she said.
“What kind of photos are these?”
“Dating profiles,” she said. “You’re probably too young to know this, but women my age, when they’re single like I am, often like to take very naughty pictures for our dating profiles. That way, all the hot guys will contact us.”
“What sites do they go up on?”
“There’s all sorts of dating sites, Kyle. Whatever you’re into, there’s a site for it. I like hooking up with younger men, men your age, and having the naughtiest pictures possible really helps. The girl with the hottest pictures wins!”
“Men my age?” Kyle said.
“Don’t sound surprised. Who wouldn’t want to feel the vigor of an eighteen-year-old cock in her pussy?”
Kyle almost dropped his camera.
“Come on,” she said. “Lets get started. Who knows where this is going to lead us?” She smiled over her shoulder at him. He was staring at her perfect ass. She loved it. She wanted to make him so horny he jizzed in his pants. She loved nothing more than the knowledge that she was desirable. She luxuriated, knowing that Kyle was lusting after her.
Kyle pointed the camera at her and started snapping shots. The flash lit up and a separate strobe light bounced off the reflector, giving her the alluring and flattering sensation of being photographed by a pro.
She posed on her knees with her back to him, letting him get shots of her ass from every angle. She crawled toward the wall and got up against it. She looked back over her shoulder at him and looked directly at him through the lens of the camera. She looked down at his pants. There was no doubting it, he was as horny as the teenager he was. He was all hers and she knew it. She reached down to her butt cheeks and pulled them open, pulling the thread of the thong to one side. She was giving him a clear view of her round, pink little anus and he was just standing there, hiding behind his camera, taking it all in.
“This is going to be perfect,” she said as she turned around to face him. She sat back against the head of the bed and spread her legs wide open. The lace of the bustier was already see through but she pulled her breasts up out of it anyway and exposed them entirely to the camera.
“Wow,” Kyle said to himself.
Trudy smiled. She wanted to be desired. She wanted to be lusted after. With her legs spread open she leaned forward and let her voluptuous breasts hang down. The camera kept on clicking. The strobes kept flashing. Between flashes the room was fairly dark. The darkness made her bolder, more daring. She pulled the front of her lace panty to the side fully exposing her vagina to Kyle. She leaned back and pushed her vagina forward. She spread the lips of it with her fingers. There was little use she could make of these photos on the Internet other than as porn but by now she and Kyle were both beyond caring. They weren’t really taking photos anymore. The camera was clicking. The lights were flashing. But there was only one thing on their minds.
“Come closer,” Trudy said.
Kyle came up to the side of the bed, the camera still in front of him.
She reached forward and pulled him down onto the bed. Finally, the camera stopped clicking, and with it, the flashes of light ceased. For a moment she was blind. She knew Kyle would be too. She raised her feet up into the air and brought them down on Kyle’s shoulders. Then she pulled him forward by the collar of his shirt so that his face was right in front of her pussy.
This was the moment of truth. This was the moment everything had been building up to. It was the moment of greatest risk. This was the last chance Kyle would have to turn things around. After this, the deal would be done.
“I’m going to teach you how to eat a woman,” she said.
Trudy waited with bated breath. She couldn’t see anything. She couldn’t see Kyle’s reaction. But then she felt it. She felt the soft, succulent touch of his young, wet lips on her pussy. His tongue lapped at her clit like the tongue of an eager, playful young puppy. She put her hand down on the back of his head, his rich, soft hair curling around her fingers, and pressed his face down into her cunt.
“That’s it,” she sighed as she fell back against the pillows, her legs stretched in the air over his shoulders.
She didn’t have to teach Kyle a thing. It came as naturally to him as breathing. He sunk his slippery, wet tongue deep into the mouth of her pussy and lapped up every bit of juice she gave him. His face was soaking wet and he didn’t care. Trudy didn’t care either. The deliciousness of it was overwhelming. This was Veronica’s little boy who was sucking her clit, bringing her so close to orgasm that she could feel the trembling in her stomach muscles already. The naughtiness of it just served to heighten her pleasure. She felt so bad and so good at the same time. She pushed Kyle’s face down into her cunt and he sucked on it like only a high school boy ever could. That was something about men, they were only really eager to please, they were only this eager to please, when they were so very young.
She lifted her back and her ass off the bed.
“Lower,” she said. She wanted him to lick her anus too. She wanted him to lick everything, to suck and eat everything she had, just the way she had done for her husband for those long twenty-two years of marriage. She wanted to be repaid in full for all the services she’d ever been forced to provide for that old man. This was her revenge. This was her time to get even.
Kyle paused. Maybe he hadn’t understood her.
“Lower,” she said again and pivoted up from the bed so that he could reach her anus. “Lick everything.”
Kyle still didn’t know what to do. He drove his tongue deep into her pussy, so far that Trudy was surprised he could even reach that deep. But it wasn’t enough for her. She pulled his head up. The room was dark with the curtains drawn but not so dark they couldn’t see each other.
“I’m all yours, Kyle,” she said and licked his mouth. She was hungry for him. She wanted every inch of him inside her, but not yet. First she wanted to receive what she had for so many years been forced to give. She wanted to take what she felt she deserved.
She turned around on her knees and pulled her butt cheeks open, exposing the ring of anal muscle to Kyle. Kyle said nothing.
“Lick it,” she said.
She leaned forward and waited, and then she felt it, his willing, lapping, puppy tongue, hungrily sliding all over her anus. He licked around her anus in circles, he licked over it in rapid, flicking motions of his tongue, he even pressed into it, forcing his tongue inside it. She reached back and forced his face against her ass cheeks, moaning in pleasure.
Then she turned around and pulled off his shirt and shorts. His young, smooth penis was so ready for her. The tip looked like a tomato that was so fresh it was about to burst. She was going to bend down to it and suck it but she stopped herself. She’d sucked enough cock in her life. This wasn’t about giving pleasure, this was about taking pleasure. This was her time, it was her turn to be pleasured. She lay back and spread her legs to either side of his muscular, perfectly chiseled, eighteen-year-old torso.
“Come on,” she said.
She thought Kyle was going to slide his cock into her waiting cunt, he was naked and erect and so ready for her, but he didn’t do that. He was so innocent, he was so pure, he bent down and began lapping her soaking cunt again with his mouth. This time he reached right down to her anus and then ran his tongue up to
her pussy and clit. It felt electric. Trudy wrapped her legs tightly around his head, so tight he might not even be able to breath, and pulled him toward her. She thrust her pussy into his face while holding his head in her hands. She thrust forward again and again, humping his face, squishing her soaking cunt all over his mouth and nose and cheeks and eyes. She didn’t care what she did to him. He loved it, she told herself. He loved every second of it.
The pulse of delicious, orgasmic pleasure began to throb through her cunt.
“Jesus,” she cried. “That’s it, puppy. Suck mommy good.”
Kyle did exactly as he was told. He sucked on her clit as she gushed and squirted all over his face. She didn’t care how much liquid she squirted on him. She wasn’t embarrassed. She was past worrying about things like that. She closed her eyes and threw her head back in reckless abandon. Her orgasms were coming and they were coming strong. Like a storm, her muscles contracted like waves crashing on a beach, again and again. She screamed as the ocean of pleasure surged through every part of her body.
Kyle stopped sucking when he realized she was coming. The look of surprise on his face made Trudy almost laugh but she was so flushed with pleasure that all she could do was lay there and catch her breath.
She looked up at Kyle. She knew she was going to regret this one day. She knew she was going to regret everything that she did with this young boy. How could Veronica ever forgive her for corrupting her son like this? She looked at his chest. It was smooth and beautifully chiseled. Only a very few dark brown hairs curled around the nipples. Other than that his torso was bare of hair. His body narrowed toward the waist and just below the navel there was some more hair that led in a delightful V down toward his smooth, delicious cock.
“Now it’s your turn,” she said.
He looked at her like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“You tell me where you want to come,” she said, looking at him lustfully.
“What do you mean?” he said, his voice cracking.
