Lauren's Love Lessons (Yesteryear Erotica Book 1)

by Jodie Halliday

  “Gently,” she said, bending forward a little with her hands on her knees.

  “Sure?”

  “Yes, I want to know.”

  He pushed very slowly inside her, losing the first knuckle of his middle finger. She groaned at the sensation and moved, indicating he should wait for her to get used to it. She gripped the windowsill and giggled a little as though amazed at the feeling, then pushed back on him. He reached round with his other hand and touched her pussy, slowly pushing further into her back passage. He moved his finger in and out slowly. She held on while he found her clit. After several moments she moved away from him, causing both his hands to drop to her legs. She simply swayed, savoring the feeling.

  “OK?”

  “Oh yes, more than just OK. I just don’t want to come here, not right now.” She turned to him and as he rose she took hold of his cock. She soaped it and cleaned it as he watched her intently. He pulled her close to him and positioned his cock between her legs as she stood there, waiting. He moved back and forth, teasing her lips as his tool slipped between them. Very slowly, he slid his cock slightly inside her pussy.

  “That’s what it will feel like then, when we make love?” she asked.

  “If we do.”

  “I’m certain we will. I’ve been trying to imagine what it will feel like. When you’re inside me.”

  He touched her cheek. “Oh Lauren, you are such a super girl.”

  “I think I’m falling in love with you Steven. Does that sound stupid from a nineteen year old schoolgirl?”

  “No,” he said, caressing her cheek. “Tonight, maybe, we will make love. I think Emma has it as the next item on her list. Let’s make sure she brings it up, not us.”

  She nodded and stepped back under the shower, taking her costume with her to try to rinse out the sand. He did the same and she watched his cock deflate very slowly as he pulled the soaking material up over his legs. They walked back down to the beach and sat back down on their towels, grateful for the afternoon sun and its drying powers.

  Emma finally stirred, stretching noisily. “Did you have a walk?” she asked.

  “We had a swim for a while. Seemed a good idea since we only have one more day before Lauren’s parents arrive.”

  “I think I must have fallen asleep. What time is it?”

  “Almost five,” said Steven.

  “Oh, we should look sharp. It’ll take a while to get dinner cooked. We have ham tonight.”

  With that they gathered the towels and wandered back through the gate and into the house. Emma showered quickly and changed into a blouse and skirt. Lauren took a little longer in her room but emerged with a grey skirt and pink top that suited her very nicely. She brought a book with her and curled up on the sofa while Steven sat in his chair by the window. At six o’clock he switched on the radio and they all listened to the BBC news.

  “This doesn’t sound very encouraging,” he said to Lauren.

  “There’s nobody who is willing or capable of stopping the Germans forcibly. The consensus in Europe seems to be that negotiations will prevail but nobody seems to be preparing if that doesn’t provide a solution.”

  Steven looked at her, analyzing the words she had just spoken. “It’s difficult when a country invites an army in. The world has a difficult time in objecting.”

  “The lessons of the Great War seem to have only been half-learned. Nothing prevents a repetition and with Germany blatantly re-arming what further signals are required?”

  They listened again, but he wasn’t concentrating on the radio. He wondered how Lauren could have such a developed opinion of current affairs, when Emma had trouble finding Germany on the map. The home news revolved around crime, and farming figures expected for the harvest.

  At about eight o’clock they went into the kitchen to join Emma and help. Steven offered Lauren a bottle of wine.

  “Here, you can open this,” he said, handing her the corkscrew.

  “No, I’ll make a complete mess of it.”

  “Now is the time to learn,” said Steven, cutting the foil off the top. “Place the corkscrew in the middle of the cork and turn firmly, pressing down. That’s it. A bit more. Now pull!”

  She struggled, such that the cork moved sideways but no further out of the bottle. “Put it between your legs for grip” She did as she was asked and pulled once more. She flew back as the cork popped out. They all laughed and were amazed that none had been spilled. “OK, now pour out three glasses.”

  The ham smelled wonderful, and they were all very hungry by the time it was ready. Emma and Lauren once again took their places on the bench seat while Steven sat on a seat by the door. They wondered what they would do tomorrow, and the general feeling was that they would swim again, and maybe do some shopping at the Post Office if necessary.

  “Any more wine?” asked Emma, inverting her glass to show it was empty. Both Steven and Lauren had still more than half of theirs. Lauren passed her the bottle and she filled it without filling the others. They all continued to eat, although Steven coughed suddenly as he finished off his meal.

  “Alright?” asked Emma.

  “Yes, something got caught,” he replied. She took another swig, oblivious to the real cause, which was Lauren’s foot which had found his thigh. It pushed high up his leg towards his shorts. He knew it could never get too far inside, but the sensuous nature of her advance and her sheer bravado amused him. He took hold of it and rubbed gently as though to thank her for the attention. His cock hardened as he felt her toes. He took a quick drink and filled Emma’s glass once again although Lauren had hardly touched hers.

  The sponge cake made its last appearance, and fruit with cream rounded off their dinner. By the time they had washed up the crockery and cutlery it was just after nine o’clock. Emma refilled her glass and walked slightly unsteadily into the lounge. Steven caught Lauren as she began to follow her and pulled her to him. They kissed quickly before going into the lounge.

  “I think I might have an early night. Perhaps sleeping in the sun wasn’t such a good idea,” she slurred.

  “Are you OK?” asked Steven, concern on his face.

  She stood and wobbled to the lounge door. “Yes, just need some sleep.”

  “I’ll come and tuck you up in a minute,” said Steven, waving to her.

  “That would be nice, dear,” said Emma from the bedroom.

  He waited for several minutes, then slipped into the bedroom. Sitting on the side of the bed he pushed her hair back from over her face.

  “OK?”

  “Mmm, it’s nice in bed.”

  “Get some sleep. I’ll be in fairly soon.”

  “Make love to her tonight.”

  “Emma! You can’t mean that!”

  “Yes, then we’ve done our duty. Then she has experienced everything. Tell me about it in the morning. All the details. Then fuck me!”

  “Emma! I didn’t think you even knew that word!”

  “I’m drunk I think. My head is spinning, or the room is moving.”

  “Sleep. I’ll tell you everything in the morning. I expect we’ll just talk.”

  But Emma was asleep. He quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. He switched off the hallway light and turned off all but one of the lounge lights.

  “Is she alright?” asked Lauren.

  “Just a bit too much sun and wine this afternoon I think.” Steven looked at her. She got up and without asking joined him on the sofa. “Let’s sit here for a while, let her get to sleep.”

  Chapter 7

  She leaned against him, pleased to feel his arm around her shoulders. Her heart beat quickly, trying to work out what would happen if Emma appeared. She sipped her wine, feeling very grown up as though this was their house, and here was her husband. It was such an adult world though, and she had so much to learn, more to learn every day, even though her experience was growing rapidly. To think that this could be her husband was a fantasy, but one that she would like to indulge at
least for a little while longer.

  “Run a bath and get ready to get in. We’ll lie in the bath together,” he said, releasing her.

  “OK.”

  “I’ll join you in a minute.”

  She went into the shared bathroom and turned on the taps, wondering if he was going to go back to Emma. Perhaps he had second thoughts. Perhaps he was just going to tuck her up in bed or check up on her. The tap spluttered before a steady stream of water emerged and started to fill the bath. She looked around for bubble bath but there was none. She looked in the mirror and noted the tan she had picked up during the day. Brushing her teeth, she smiled at her reflection, checking to make sure there were no bits stuck anywhere. She brushed her hair as well, pulling out the knots left by the sea water and sun. She could hear him moving around, in the kitchen mainly and her bedroom she thought. Quietly, purposefully. Her stomach trembled with expectation. He was doing something which meant it would be more than a simple ‘goodnight’ kiss. He knocked, then opened the door and came in, smiling to himself.

  “Enough towels in here?” he asked.

  “Two,” she said, an embarrassed look on her face as she busied herself at the sink.

  “That’s enough. How’s the water?”

  “Not too hot, but I like it like that.” He stepped towards her and held out his arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him.

  “OK?” he asked.

  “Mmm. Slowly?”

  “Of course, I understand.”

  “It can be painful according to some girls at school.”

  “I know, so you’ll be in control at all times,” he said, kissing her forehead. “You decide what happens and when.”

  She smiled and looked up into his eyes. They kissed passionately. She could feel his hardness already and again felt a surge course through her as her fantasy took shape. He flicked the top button of her blouse.

  “This looks so good on you, this blouse.”

  “Thank you,” she said, looking down. She was about to say something similar about his shirt but stopped herself. She felt his fingers on her breast as he undid the second button. She held his buttocks and pulled him closer, his cock hard against her pubic bone. Her hands went inside his shirt and spread out over his back. She leaned away a little to allow him to undo the remaining buttons. As the blouse parted she pushed his shirt up and over his head and it dropped to the floor over her feet. He found the catch to her bra and unfastened on his first attempt then spent several minutes caressing her breasts, interrupted only when she slid away to turn off the water.

  She felt his eyes on her as she bent down. “You have a wonderful figure Lori” he said, admiring her. She smiled back at him, stood up and pulled him against her chest. She breathed deeply, inhaling his scent, savouring again the perfume of the wine on their breath. A shot of adrenaline coursed through her body, speeding her heart rate and encouraging her. She gripped his back tighter, digging her nails into his skin, testing the boundaries of what was acceptable. His fingers slipped to her buttocks, gripping the taught skin and pulling her upwards slightly.

  Quickly he undid the button of her skirt and she felt it slipping easily off her hips and down her legs. Naked except for her knickers, she became light-headed with the intimacy and promise of the next few hours. The material fell across her feet. She knew the next step was to take his shorts off but since that meant she would have to brush over his cock she felt unsure. Thoughts of rejection, ridicule still flitted through her mind. She pushed him away and looked down, signaling her intent. He caressed the back of her head with his hand and kissed her hair. Taking this for authority to proceed, she maneuvered so that her hands came round to his fly and flipped the button. She felt the top of his cock as her fingers slid underneath the waistband of his shorts. Before she could undo his fly more than half way he took her hands, brought them together and held them both in his fist, pushing them above her head as he leaned down and sucked her nipple. She gasped as he pushed her against the door and leaned against her, kissing each breast in turn, holding her there unable to move. She moved her hips forward, trying the get him to press against her groin, to rub against her clit. His leg pushed between hers, giving her some momentary relief. With each movement she became wetter, and as he kissed her breasts she shuddered at the unexpected loving she was receiving. In her thoughts there had been scenarios where he (or some other man in earlier dreams) had made love to her in some romantic setting but it blurred after a couple of minutes and was never as intense as this, the real thing.

  Steven’s breathing was deep, laboured as his tongue licked her nipple. The sensation shuddered through her again, unimaginably delicious. She knew her knickers were ruined, soaked, even before he touched her there. Her thoughts of being totally naked with him transformed from the apprehension she had felt after dinner to a longing and hope that it might always feel this way.

  Using her strength she brought her hands down and grabbed his shorts, pulling them down. She pushed her groin against him, pleased with the sensation of his cock hard against her even through his underpants. His hands slid into the back of her knickers, squeezing her bottom, pulling her cheeks apart. She did the same, grabbing his buttocks. He moved to one side, sliding his hand down the front of her knickers while still holding her buttocks in the other hand. His finger slid along her pussy lips. She dug her nails into his cheeks.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned.

  He pulled her knickers down and she stepped out of them. Kneeling in front of him she tugged at his underpants, her eyes fixed on the bulge where she thought the top of his cock should be. As she pulled she was rewarded as it popped into sight, hard, heavy and thickly veined.

  “Oh my goodness,” exclaimed Lauren, as her fingers started then stopped on their way towards him. Her eyes bulged at the sight and concern darkened her face. “It’s so much bigger ..”

  “It won’t hurt, just touch it.” Lauren looked up at him, hesitantly moving closer. With one finger she touched the stiff shaft, causing it to bob. She laughed loudly with successive touches as Steven caressed her face. “I think he likes you.”

  “Doesn’t it hurt, all swollen and hard like that?” she asked, now with two or three fingers gripping it.

  “No, it feels wonderful. Move your fingers up and down slowly, and you can squeeze a little if you like” Lauren gently ran her fingers up and down, discovering that it twitched the most as she touched the end. “What are these below it?” he asked.

  “Steven!” said Lauren, blushing a little as she looked up into his eyes. “I don’t know.”

  “Yes you do. I bet you talk about boy’s stuff all the time at school. Touch them very gently.”

  “Maybe,” said Lauren, giggling as she took hold of his balls.

  “Gently, much more gently than my cock.” Lauren was fascinated with her new discoveries and watched intently as his foreskin pulled back to reveal the purple knob.

  “It is far too big for me, you know.”

  “It’ll be fine, don’t worry. We’ll go very slowly and you’ll find that you enjoy it as much as me.” Her fingers wrapped around him as best they could and she began a steady, slow pumping.

  “Is this right?”

  “Perfect, slowly, gently, there’s no hurry.” Lauren slipped her hand down between her legs and found instant pleasure and wetness as her fingers slid along her wet pussy. “Give it a kiss, like you did this morning.”

  “It tasted funny,” said Lauren, smiling slightly as she ran a finger along the length of his cock in exploration.

  “I’m going to kiss your pussy later.”

  “Emma did that this morning,” said Lauren, continuing to gently caress his cock.

  “I know. I saw. I could see her tongue on your pussy and around your bum.”

  “I had no idea how that could feel. I just held on tight to you,” she whispered. Her finger trailed from the tip of his cock, pulling the skin down to expose the dark red bulb.

 
“You like it when I kiss your nipples?”

  Lauren grinned. “Yes,” she whispered, tracing around the bulb.

  “So imagine my tongue on your pussy, licking gently while you close your eyes and dream.”

  “But it’s just seems a bit dirty.”

  “We’ll both be clean, spotless. And you wouldn’t pee if I was kissing your pussy would you?”

  Lauren looked up at him, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation. “Of course not.”

  “So try now. Just a little kiss on the end.” Lauren smiled momentarily as she looked back down at his cock between her little fingers and shrugged her shoulders. She looked back up at him, growing adoration in her eyes.

  “Does Emma do it?”

  “Yes, you saw her this morning, and she likes to do it now and then,” he lied.

  Her tongue poked out of her mouth, flicking around the bulb as she pulled him close to her, gripping his buttocks. She looked up at him, delighted to see the expression of pure pleasure on his face once again. Slowly she allowed his cock to slip between her lips. Her head bobbed very slowly back and forth as her saliva wetted every inch which disappeared inside. She continued to lick him for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of power once again as she made him groan. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upright, kissing her deeply, tasting himself in her mouth.

  “That was wonderful,” he said. He turned her round to face away from him and slipped his cock between her legs. His hands grabbed her breasts as he kissed her neck and she stifled a scream with the overriding sensation of pleasure that seemed to emanate from all over her body. He breathed in her ear, sending streaks and shudders of love through her, making her legs wobble slightly as her senses registered his passion. He guided her to the edge of the bath, helping her in. As she sat down, he stepped in as well, his cock pointing towards the ceiling.

  She looped her legs over his, leaning back against the gap between the taps. She could see his cock through the water and realised that he had an unrestricted view of her pussy.