Lauren's Love Lessons (Yesteryear Erotica Book 1)

by Jodie Halliday

  “What’s funny?” she asked as he slid the milk bottles carefully behind his seat.

  “Nothing,” he said, kissing her lips as he got into the driver’s seat.

  “I need more of you!” said Lauren as he did a three-point turn in the road. She looked at him mischievously.

  “We need to get back, they’ll all be awake by now.”

  “Say we got lost. And anyway, it’s only about six, and my parents won’t be up until late. They didn’t go to bed until after midnight.”

  “Nor did I,” said Steven

  “But you had a good reason to get up early. Me.”

  “I had no idea you’d be awake,” said Steven laughing.

  Emma leaned forward in her seat and nudged Steven in the ribs. “I’d like to stop for a little bit.”

  “What?”

  “Just for a while. I feel car sick.”

  “No you don’t.”

  “But it’s so awful with my parents there Steven.”

  Steven slowed the car and after three or four more turns in the lane they found a lay-by set off from the road with a small wood on one side and fields on the other. He pulled over and switched off the engine before turning to her.

  “Cuddle me,” said Lauren, leaning over to him. He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, kissing her head. She nuzzled into him, wrapping her arm around his stomach. Slowly she looked up into his eyes and leaned towards him for a kiss. His fingers touched her face, around her ears, and down her neck until he found her breasts, urgent and firm against the palm of his hand.

  “Steven, I know it sounds like a cheap book, but I want to be with you.”

  He opened the door, leaving her surprised and off balance so that she fell onto his seat. “Where are you going?”

  “Follow me” He took a blanket from the boot and crossed the road, not bothering to lock the car or wait for her. As she caught up he took her hand and led her through the long grass onto the dirt track that ran around the edge of the corn field. After less than thirty seconds he looked back towards the car, and seemingly satisfied, branched off into the field. The corn was almost three feet high and it swished gently as they made a track through it. The unevenness of the field made small hollows in places, and at the bottom of one of them, Steven turned round in a circle and then spread out the blanket. He sat and held up his hand to Emma. She grinned and sat down, arranging her yellow dress around her feet. Steven leaned back on one arm as he reached out to pull her closer. She slid into his arms, resting her head on his chest.

  “It’s a beautiful day. Blue sky, and a lark singing up there somewhere,” she said, blocking the light out with her hand.

  “This is a wonderful time of day. Deserted, warm, peaceful,” he replied.

  “This is the best holiday I have ever had, you know.”

  “Same as me. You, my dear, have made all the difference.”

  She shifted onto her side, kissing him gently on the lips. Her hand trailed down his chest to the waistband of his shorts and back up again. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, encouraging her exploration while his fingers brushed gently over her breasts. Emma’s fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer. He kissed her neck, then down her blouse, over her breasts and onto her stomach. Smiling, he knelt beside her and continued to kiss lower. He grinned.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Shh. Always something different,” he replied as he pushed her dress up her legs. Lauren lay back on the blanket, her hands over her eyes. Steven knelt in front of her and parted her legs gently, running his hands along the silky smoothness of her thighs. He looked in awe as the heavy material of the dress lifted to reveal the youth of her legs with their firm, muscled outline. Her mound lay waiting in front of him, her knickers closely covering her treasure. She squirmed a little and moaned as his thumbs traced around the elastic. He touched her sex, his fingers pushing against the indentation made by her lips and rubbed his finger and thumb together, confirming the dampness. Her bottom raised up to meet him, insistent and demanding. He pulled gently on her knickers, freeing the material from between her legs. Leaning forward, he slipped his hands underneath the taught globes of her buttocks and raised her pussy up to meet his tongue. He licked along the edge of her knickers, probing firmly to reveal the young folds of her vagina.

  “Ohh!” squealed Lauren.

  “Shh!” he said, tugging again at her knickers. His tongue easily slid beneath the material and found her clitoris. The little girl moaned as he lapped at her, his actions quick, hurried. He slid round so that Lauren could undo his shorts. She obliged, stroking his cock through his underpants while she slid them down to his ankles. Steven helped her remove his underwear and stroked her head lovingly as she licked the bulbous dome of his cock. He lay back on the blanket, helpless as she took him in her mouth and only after several minutes did he lean towards her and lay his head on the inner thigh. He pulled again at her knickers, revealing her wet pussy. The opening was so small, so petite that he wondered how he had managed to enter her. Her clitoris was proud, pushing from underneath its protective hood, glistening as though begging to be licked. Her lips were hairless, with only the smallest patch of womanhood visible above. He knelt again in front of her and pulled her towards him, her legs stretching out as much as her knickers would allow. He pushed the gusset to one side and positioned his cock against her pussy. She smiled lovingly at him as he slowly slid into her. He could feel the tight vaginal walls rippling against his shaft and wondered how long he would be able to perform. Neither of them had come the previous day, and he hoped he would be able to last.

  He leaned forward again, rocking her backwards as his whole length entered her. They kissed as he pulled out slowly then pushed in again. He felt the side of the knickers rubbing against his cock and imagined what she must look like, his cock buried deep into her teenage pussy. He paused and slid her knickers off before slipping his hands underneath her bottom.

  Lauren cried out at the added depth and dug her nails into his shoulders. He quickened his pace, losing his concern about coming too early. He sensed her orgasm approaching, a tiny dribble seeping through his fingers. He swirled it around her anus and pushed inside quickly. Lauren groaned again, wrapping her strong thighs around his back.

  “Yes, faster. Make me come again!” she said breathlessly. Steven pounded into her, aware of the sloshing sound coming from her as her thighs gripped his tighter. “Oh yes!” she cried before becoming incoherent. He felt a continuous dribble of warm liquid running over his hands and he pushed deeper into her anus. Gripping her hard he felt his own orgasm creeping up, and while he would have liked to have withdrawn and taken more time he pushed into her, looking into her lovely face as the demonic force of his lust emptied into her. He came for what seemed like minutes until he rolled onto his side, still deep inside her. Eventually, Lauren opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling.

  “You’re still hard.”

  “Mmm. And you’re still wet.”

  “I couldn’t stop coming.” She kissed his lips again, their embrace becoming more urgent as his fingers traced around her buttocks, careful to avoid her clothes with his wet hands. His cock pulsed again inside her pussy, causing her to look enquiringly at him.

  “I’ll have to pull out of you which might cause a flood” he said.

  Lauren shifted her skirt to one side and slid up and away from him. She rolled onto her side and watched as his cock slid out, glistening in the morning sun. Steven reached for his shorts and produced a handkerchief which he used to wipe her mound.

  “Lay back,” he said. Her pussy was soaked, his come dribbling out of her very slowly, following the lines and folds of her lips. Gently he wiped her, using dry areas of the blanket as well to clean her up, especially in between the tight crease of her buttocks and thighs where two small streams of their love had trickled out of her. As she lay there on the blanket she looked down at him, his kind face between her legs and realised that this might
be the last time they ever made love.

  “Steven?” she said

  “Mmm?”

  “That was so wonderful. I only wish we could spend a week in bed together.”

  “Now that would be wonderful. I don’t think we’d get much sleep.”

  “I’ll dream about it, until it happens.”

  He leaned down again and kissed her pussy, much to her delight and surprise. He reached for her knickers just off the blanket and arranged them, after some deep thought, so that she could stick her legs into them. Lauren laughed as he pushed them up her legs and lifted her bottom as he brought them up tight. He held out his hands and pulled her to a sitting position in front of him.

  “You’ve got corn in your hair, hold still,” he said. They looked each over and pulled out stalks from their hair and clothes. “You should have a shower when you get back, we’ll both smell.”

  They drove back in silence, her hand resting on his thigh. The house was deserted and quiet and Lauren slipped into her room, then a minute later into the spare bathroom. Steven went into his bedroom after leaving the milk in the fridge and was searching for new underpants when Emma woke.

  “You’re awake” she said.

  “Yes, I went to get milk.”

  “Oh good. Did Gerald go with you?” she asked, reaching out for him and pulling him onto the bed.

  “No.”

  She looked at him incredulously, instantly alert. “Let me guess. Lauren went with you though.”

  “She was awake and waiting. I thought you were asleep when we left.”

  “I was. You reek of sex” she said, angry with him. He shrugged, lost for words. “Where did you fuck her?”

  “Emma! We made love on the way back.”

  “What! In the car?”

  “In a field.”

  Emma was silent for some time, shaking her head. “And what if Cynthia and Gerald find out?” she hissed.

  “It’s a bit late for that isn’t it?” he snapped.

  “Why push our luck? Just one careless word and we’ll be in deep trouble.”

  “If I recall it was your idea to educate her in the ways of the adult world,” said Steven, taking off his shorts. Emma saw his underpants, a damp circle just underneath the elastic of the waistband.

  “But don’t you think we’ve finished?”

  “If you were alone with her right now wouldn’t you rip her clothes off as quickly as you could and bury your head between her legs?”

  This time Emma was silent but bit her lip at the thought. She watched him slip off his underpants, his cock red, large. “Where is she now?”

  “In the bathroom, having a wash.”

  Emma nodded. “I’ll get her clothes into the tub as soon as possible with yours.” She looked at him, then seemed to break out of a trance. “In a field?” she asked, smiling faintly.

  “On the way back. A corn field.”

  “That’s a bit public, isn’t it?”

  “It was very secluded. I checked.”

  She took hold of his cock and stroked it before licking it. “Well, make sure you do that to me as well one day,” she said as she took him in her mouth.

  “Taste her?” he asked.

  “Oh yes, she’s all over you. Tonight I want you to make love to me as disgustingly and crudely as you can imagine,” pleaded Emma, licking his balls which appeared to be the wettest area.

  Steven hardened in her mouth, her lips causing slight pain to him so soon after his orgasm. “You mean you too need education?”

  “I love you so much Steven,” she said with misty eyes. She let him go, pushing him towards their bathroom. “Go and wash, such a bad boy.”

  Over breakfast, which took place at the ridiculously early time of seven fifteen, Cynthia mentioned that she had read an article in the times about Ely cathedral and its architectural splendor.

  “How far away do you think it is?” she asked.

  “Probably half an hour, maybe a little more” suggested Steven. Lauren looked up from her cornflakes, her heart beating heavily in her chest.

  “Well, we thought it would be nice to go to Evensong, since we’re in the area. We’d never have the chance normally.”

  “That sounds a nice idea,” said Emma, smiling at Steven.

  “Can we get five in our car Gerald?” asked Cynthia.

  “Oh, don’t worry about us,” said Emma. “We could cook the evening meal and be ready for your return.”

  “Perhaps we could eat out, as our treat?” said Gerald.

  “No, that’s kind of you, but we have a joint of beef for tonight.”

  “Oh, well OK. That’s a shame.”

  “Yes, but we’ll be waiting when you get back,” said Steven.

  “I have nothing to wear for church,” said Lauren.

  “Oh Lauren, how could you be so forgetful?” said Cynthia.

  “I didn’t think I’d have to go to church on my holiday.”

  “So you have no nice clothes with you?”

  “No, none.”

  “Nor do we to be honest,” said Emma.

  “Oh well, would you mind if Gerald and I went? It would be a great opportunity.”

  “Of course not,” said Steven, barely able to control the delight in his eyes. “Maybe you could look round Ely before the service? I know it’s a lovely town.”

  “That’s a good idea,” said Cynthia, patting her husband’s hand.

  After a light lunch at the early hour of noon, Emma and Lauren attended to the lunch things while Cynthia went into their room to change.

  Emma looked behind her to check that nobody else was listening then whispered to Lauren. “When we finished here go to your bathroom and get washed. Nice and clean. I’ll do the same later so we’re ready when they go.”

  “What shall I wear? I’ve got nothing pretty.”

  “Wait here,” said Emma, smiling. Lauren’s heart leapt at the thought of an afternoon of intimacy, and how her prayers had been answered through her parent’s blinding faith. She put the plates back onto the shelf as Emma returned with a towel.

  “I’ve got one,” said Lauren.

  “Inside is something sexy. Wear a clean skirt.”

  Lauren grinned and slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and sat on the bed to unwrap the towel. Out tumbled a pair of voluminous silk knickers. She looked around the room and pushed them under her pillow quickly. Her thoughts raced through her mind, imagining what they would look like on her and whether Steven and Emma would find them alluring. Deep inside her, pleasure stirred. She wanted to slip her fingers inside her knickers that minute but was concerned that her mother might come into the room to fuss over her.

  Cynthia and Gerald left the house in their car at just after two in the afternoon with detailed directions on how to get to Ely using the minor roads. Gerald called out to them from the driver’s seat that they would see them around eight o’clock that evening, since Evensong was at six-thirty. Steven shut the door carefully, locked it and turned. In the hallway stood Emma and Lauren, smiling at him, arm in arm. He grinned back as they kissed each other’s lips.

  Steven suggested that they should wait for at least fifteen minutes in case Gerald or Cynthia had forgotten something, so Emma and Lauren got changed then sat in the lounge reading the newspaper and books while Steven found his briefcase and made a sign for the door.

  “What’s it say?”

  “Gone to the beach. So if they come back early they won’t be surprised to find the doors all locked. We would then say we were having a shower after coming back and didn’t hear them knock”.

  “That’s quite clever,” said Emma, smiling at him.

  After fifteen minutes he hung the sign, and opened two small windows in the bedrooms so they might hear the approach of a car. He checked the back door and once again checked the lock on the front door. He wandered back into the lounge to announce that they were safe and found his wife locked in an embrace with Lauren, their hands all over each other. He
knelt in front of them and took off Emma’s sandals. He did the same for Lauren before turning back to Emma and kissing her thighs. She sighed quietly in appreciation but seemed a little surprised when he took her hand and pulled her up off the sofa.

  “Where are we going?” she asked

  “Somewhere new,” said Steven, leading her into the kitchen. He sat her on the edge of the kitchen table.

  “This is where we eat!” she said.

  “Don’t worry, I’ve cleaned it for you.”

  “No, that’s not what I mean,” she said as he grinned at her.

  “Help her lean back Lauren,” he said, parting her legs. Emma reclined slowly, looking a little unsure as to what was going to happen. He pushed her skirt up her thighs to reveal her knickers and kissed inside her thighs. Lauren leaned down towards Emma and inhaled her perfume. She caressed her face, feeling a surge of lust and need as their eyes met.

  “You smell so nice,” said Emma.

  “Thank you, there’s some in my bedroom if you want some too.”

  “No, but thanks,” said Emma, kissing her lips. Lauren flicked her tongue quickly into her mouth as Emma reached up and pulled her closer to her. She felt her hand on her breast and welcomed the attention. She caressed her face, feeling her grin as their kiss broke. She smiled back and looked down towards Steven who was between her legs. “What’s he doing?”