***
Who could possibly guess that I would be rejected by girls and be happy to share a milkshake with myself?
People often told me that I act very mature for my sixteen candles. Taking a setback in stride is acting like a grown-up. My favourite actors were Gregory Peck, Gary Cooper and Humphrey Bogart, and they always acted like grown-ups in all their movies. I grew up wishing to be like them, right down to the way they do their necktie while casually talking to a dame. Being six feet one gave me an extra push in that direction.
I had enough girl problems as it was and decided to go on a date with myself. This way, there wouldn’t be any trouble. Zero girls meant zero problems, and a most welcome break. Besides, when you get zero girls, you still get the same “s” as in the plural for Don Juan.
On my way to the malt shop, wearing my Sunday suit, complete with a bowtie and my best fedora hat, I played a fun game. That warm, sunny day of April put me in the mood for this. It was a simple game of minor social transgression.
Whenever I walked by some cute strangers who were clearly my age or slightly older, I would say “hi” and ask one of the girls if she’d like to come and join me at the malt shop. Reality kicked in; I was told “nope” and realised I had been a ridiculously lucky beginner when I met Elizabeth, Sophie and Louise in the same week. Actually, most girls sixteen and up were a lot more interested in a dashing young man who owns a car. Lads my age didn’t razz their berries.
This isn’t something I would do normally and it took real guts, but I still got responses such as, “Ask a girl you know” or, “Pick a younger girl.” My love telegram to Elizabeth was still not sent; I kept forgetting, or perhaps I was afraid of something.
Girls were now rejecting me; good for me. I felt I could use the exercise in humility, which would now take the form of looking like a socially inept guy drinking a malted milk by himself. At least, there was the jukebox.
***
The massive jukebox was playing It’s A Blue World Without You, sung by a male quartet, a dreamy tune that filled the malt shop with an atmosphere of hopeful longing; the theme was sad, but it stirred me right down to the bones as I felt a kind of quiet happiness from simply being there with my thoughts. I caught myself wishing that this song would last forever, lost in that dreamy harmony of voices and sipping my chocolate milkshake.
At the nearest table, a teenage brunette sharing a strawberry shake with her date presently spoke. “I love the Four Freshmen! And this song is so dreamy! Thanks, Robert, I’m having such a wonderful time with you… (slurping sound) Oh, sorry! Looks like I need more practice in the art of using a straw like a proper lady.”
She spoke quietly; the raven bangs on her forehead were delicately pressed on his own forehead while they slowly sipped the tasty, creamy malted milk through their straws, from one tall glass adorned with engraved fleur-de-lis. The malt shop was called the “Fleur-de-lis du quartier”, which was a pun since it was located on Avenue Cartier.
“Yes, I like that group too. What about the Ravens? Do you like Count Every Star?” he asked her.
“I don’t know that one. If you have it at home, then we’ll listen to it together tonight after dinner with your parents,” she replied to her date.
As I overheard them, I nodded and smiled, my straw between my teeth as I kept sipping my own milkshake.
“We’ll listen to it right away!” said her date. “But, oh… I don’t have any more nickels…” he added.
I rose from my seat and smiled at them and said, “I like the Ravens too. If you don’t mind, I’ll feed that jukebox for you as well. I was just about to play it anyway.”
“Oh! Thank you! This is very nice of you!” the girl said, then immediately blushed as her date looked at her with something like a frown. He felt slighted by my intervention.
Avoiding any hint or look at the girl, I walked to the jukebox while the Four Freshmen were finishing their enthralling song.
The malt shop was a rare exception to the law that required all stores and shops to be closed on Sunday. It was only open from one to six p.m. The owner’s argument was practical; he had a first aid kit that could come in handy if some accident happened on that busy avenue. He was also best friends with the mayor.
Suddenly, a tall policeman stood at the door, a menacing figure in a shadowy uniform. He was staring at me with a stern face, wearing his brass badge, his peak cap and his holstered revolver. What did he want?
In a flash, I realised that I knew him thanks to meeting him at a bad turn of events.
“You better watch your step, young man, ’cause I’m watching you!” Officer Donald Gauthier snarled.
Then, the old fuzz looked above my shoulder and saw that every table was occupied by a teenage couple, except one table with empty seats and one half-finished glass of milkshake.
He grinned and scoffed at me. “Is this your date? Good heavens! You’re robbing the graveyard! Who’s that ghost I can’t see? Must I play Ouija for you to introduce me to her? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
His presence intimidated me. This was the bastard who had deprived me of taking Louise as my first steady date. If it were not for him, Louise would have been sitting at that very table sharing that milkshake with me. The dirty old bastard!
The fuzz was grinning under his cap. “Well, what about it? What’s the name of that dear departed lady? Is she a relative of Macbeth? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Still playing child’s games at your age. Aren’t you ashamed? Does your mother really allow you to go out by yourself? Speak up, sonny! Are you dumb or what? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! I’ll go light a candle for her in church. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
The more he spoke, the more I felt like hitting him in the face, which was probably what he was after; a reason to give me trouble.
I suddenly remembered a line from the movie High Noon, and when I spoke, I did my utmost to sound as commanding as Gary Cooper did as sheriff Kane speaking to his town folks in church while trying to round up a posse.
“Well, Officer, there’s no law against sitting in the malt shop and sharing malted milk with a spooky girl from the Afterworld. What’s so unusual in this? It’s only about being social and civilized!”
People laughed at my joke; they were laughing at his expense and his face became ugly with anger.
Needless to say, everybody was staring at us, including “Papa Philippe”, the owner of the malt shop; he was presently fidgeting with his twirling moustache while looking at the scene, unsure what to make of it, and trying hard not to laugh. Officer Donald was also a friend of the mayor.
“Donald! Did you forget what Sergeant Fortin told you? Leave that kid alone and let’s get on with our patrol. The Sergeant’s watching us, and I ain’t gonna take the rap with you. Please, be reasonable. Come on… Sorry, kid!”
The six-foot-tall constable who just entered the malt shop greeted me with a touch on his peak cap, and nodded very civilly as he took his leave.
“I’m not done with you, sonny! Watch your step, and I kid you not!” he snarled between is teeth on his way out.
Wow! What do you know! The old fuzz got a scolding after all! He got what he deserved, and it looked like being put on foot patrol was some sort of punishment. Whatever it was, he was let off the hook lightly given what he did to Louise.
My nickel sank into the jukebox and two seconds later, the jazzy tune softly filled the room as the Ravens, a quintet of black crooners, began singing Count Every Star, which was, in my opinion, one of the very best hits of 1950.
“Oh, that’s a lovely song!” the brunette said, beaming, as I came back to sit at my own table, taking great care to avoid looking at them. I quietly finished my milkshake while listening to the song, hoping that her date would act like a grown-up and take all this in stride.
She began talking about the love novel she was reading. From the way she spoke, she had been waiting for her prince charming who would take her on that mythical first date, and he was it. That lucky fellow had a serious responsibility. He called her his sweet little sixteen, and they both looked my age indeed. He didn’t look all that handsome to me, but he wore a swell cardigan displaying a jade green that jazzed up his brown hair. My fellow lad had good taste.
I kept staring at the fleur-de-lis on my empty glass, feeling so very much alone as I sat next to that couple with the sweet-sixteen brunette.
Then, my heart stopped beating, and I instantly understood why I sat facing the bay window. In front of the malt shop stood the very mirage I was madly hoping for.
That woman was average in height and wore a commonly seen beige cardigan, with no hat and no necklace, but the simplicity of her country-like outfit drew all the attention to the unique glamour of her face, a display of delicate beauty encased by raven waves of hair. Joy was in her eyes as she stared at me and gently smiled, with the movie-star neatness of her dark-rouged lips. Elizabeth!
“Elizabeth?!”
Like an automaton in a trance, I stood from the table and forgot to pick up my fedora hat, leaving it on the wooden hat hanger. Oblivious to everything, I walked under a spell, weightless.
There she was, my guiding light!
There was glamorous darkness in her lipstick as she gently pressed her womanly lips on my teenage lips; there was wobbliness in my legs as I softly held her in my arms and pressed her to my heart, burying my apple-cheeked face into the comforting shadows of her raven hair; there was fire as she kissed me with a fever that overwhelmed me. Elizabeth was not any woman; she was the woman.
She whispered in French, enthralling me with the sweetness of her accent from foggy castle land. “Oh, my love! It’s been five long days. I’ve been missing you so much!”
“Elizabeth?! Is that you?”
Everything danced around me like a foggy dream in Scotland. I vaguely became aware of the small commotion our scandalous show of love was causing. People were already gathering and staring at us. The look of secret envy I saw in the men was becoming all too familiar.
Elizabeth was taking serious risks by coming back to my hometown. Perhaps she wanted to get caught, or more likely, her excitement thrived from that danger.
How did she find me so easily? She did it with a wonderful ease that added to her glamour. Well, if you’re looking for a teenager on a weekend afternoon, the local malt shop is a good bet.
“Come with me, Elizabeth. We can’t stay here,” I said, surprised by my commanding tone while speaking to a woman twice my age. As I took her hand, I felt her arousal. She loved it when I took the lead.
Like I did eight days before, I led her through the street, ignoring people’s shocked gazes. Fortunately, two cops just went by and the next foot patrol wasn’t due before an hour, and no austere priest was to be seen in his all-Catholic cassock. She then guided me to her car.
Two street corners away, we sat in a Ford woody wagon. In a graceful movement that summarised her way of being, Elizabeth turned the ignition key, and the straight-six motor was alive and ready to put its horsepower at her charming command. Even the car seemed to like her touch.
She kissed me. “My gloves are in the glove compartment, if you want me to put them on; I know how much you love watching me drive with them. I was bare-handed because I wanted to touch you directly; I wore no hat because I wanted you to stroke my hair directly. Yes, I’ve been missing you like a schoolgirl who has a huge crush!”
The 1949 woody wagon readily moved after she pulled the three-on-the-tree shift lever all the way back and up to put it into reverse, and it gracefully cleared a parked mint-green Studebaker after she pushed it down into first gear while her heel shoe gently played with the clutch.
Watching Elizabeth drive through the streets, I was hers forever; I couldn’t take my eyes off the crease of her hips as she drove on with her petite legs covered by a dark skirt that echoed the darkness of her hair, which displayed some wavy volume, encasing her spotless face and leaving her forehead open for the graceful contrast with her eyebrows; such neat eyebrows! They reminded me of the neat lawn of hair that lay under that skirt.
“I missed you,” I said, stroking her nearest thigh and becoming suddenly shy. I felt a bit guilty for having spent time with other girls.
“Do you like my new rental car? There’s room enough for both of us, if you know what I mean. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! We’re still on the safer side of my month. Gaston… Will you help me find a quiet place in the country? I can’t wait to feel you inside me!”
As she spoke, she cast glances at me, using all the charms of her brown eyes, while her unique smile lighted up her face, making everything merry between her delicate cheeks.
Her cream-beige cardigan highlighted the black magic of her sunlit hair as she drove westbound on Route 2.
“You’re my sweet Jezebel all right! I… I was thinking… I could take one year off my studies and see what Scotland looks like. Why not?”
“One thing at a time, lover, but won’t you ask about Sophie? You’re in love with her too, remember?”
“Sophie? Oh, don’t be ridiculous! It’s you and you alone that I want!”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! So, I have all your attention now, my young sir!”
I kept fondling her thigh. “You certainly have, Ma’am!”
“Won’t you call me your sweet girl?”
“Not before we find a quiet place in the countryside.”
“Well, that shouldn’t be too difficult. We are in the open country now, under a vast canopy of infinite blue and fair heavens on the finest, bonniest Sunday afternoon there ever was. Oohh, lover, prends-moi dans tes bras!”
Forgetting where I was, I foolishly did what she just said. I took her in my arms.
“Hey! Not here! Silly! We’re going to crash!”
The car swerved to the right and the right-side wheels were now on the gravel, which slowed down the car from one side and pulled it further to the right; Elizabeth overcompensated and we suddenly found ourselves on the wrong side of the two-lane road… facing a truck coming from the opposite direction…
Elizabeth quickly swerved back to the right and the truck driver angrily blasted his horn as we drove by with no head-on collision except in our overexcited imagination.
Her hands were trembling on the wheel. She slowed down and came to a halt on the gravel.
She yelled at me. “What were you thinking? You could have killed us!”
My eyes were cast down and I must have looked like a childish boy who did something really bad. I dared not look at her. How could I do something so stupid?
“I… I guess you’ll drive me back home now…” I blurted out with tears in my eyes. I felt so ashamed!
Elizabeth was suddenly all over me. She flung herself into my arms and frantically kissed me, on the lips, on the neck where she made a wet trail of hot little fires with smears of her lipstick.
“Let’s find somewhere quiet on a forest trail. I’ll drive on slow while you keep a lookout for a byway. You want to shag me in this car, don’t you? I can’t wait!”
She kissed me and off we went on the road again, this time driving cautiously at no more than 35 or 40 mph. From time to time, an impatient motorist overtook us and blasted his horn as he passed us.
On one such occasion, I saw a lone driver’s face as he passed us in his black Cadillac, a two-door coupé that told me this young man could be a well-off bachelor. His expression instantly switched from impatience to amazement as he got a good look at Elizabeth.
He didn’t accelerate, but remained right in front of us, even slowing down a bit.
My lovely driver smiled. “This happens often when I drive too slow, and that’s a reason why I always have my bodyguards with me.”
“Your bodyguards?! Me?!”
She laughed and giggled, very much amused.
“Smith and Wesson, in my purse! A loaded six-gun. It cost fifty-six dollars, but the salesman let it go for thirty-five with the rest paid in kind.”
“What… What did you do with that salesman?”
“I’ll tell you later, if you’re a good boy! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Uho… My admirer is speeding away. He got a long enough look and stepped on it. This is how it usually ends, but sometimes…”
“Sometimes, you end up bent over on the hood of a car and he enjoys you!”
“You’d like to watch this, don’t you?”
“It’s just a daydream.”
“The profound truths lie in daydreams. What else do you have in your fantasy bag? Come on, don’t be shy!”
I wanted to tell her about my fantasy of Scarlett O’Hara with her African slaves, but shyness kept the upper hand.
She broke the silence again. “If we run into some hunters, would you like watching them gang-shag me?”
“This isn’t the season for hunting, but yes, I always love to watch you being used by other men. You’re so beautiful, but I think I’d like it much better to have you all for myself today. I’ve missed you, my sweet girl!”
“Ooh… Silly me! That’s true. Hunting won’t be in season until six months from now, but maybe I’ll offer myself as game this spring. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ooh, Gaston… The effect you have on me…”
“Turn to the right over there. That looks like a nice byway with farmlands. There will certainly be some trails going straight into the forest.”
“This isn’t what Quebec lacks of—so many birches and spruces all around the horizon! It’s such a wonderful place! A Scottish girl like me can’t wrap her mind around the vastness of your country.”
“A wonderful place to get shagged, like you say in Glasgow.”
“Shagged in the great outdoors, in the arms of well-built Canadian boys! I know a few girls in Scotland who would do anything to be in my shoes right now, lover.”
Her last words had me picturing myself over there, fucking pretty lasses to my heart’s content.
***
At last, the Ford woody wagon came to a dusty halt on a shadowy trail overlooked by majestic, leafless birches and lindens mixed with shadow-green spruces and firs.
The car’s burgundy-red interior matched its outside; it was cherry-tasty for the eye, but it paled in comparison to Elizabeth’s dark lipstick as she kissed me, throwing herself in my arms and closing her eyes, as if to feel me deep within her soul.
My hands had their full content, running all over her hips, at last, after devouring her with my eyes since we left the city. Her butt filled my hands through her skirt.
She breathed heavier as my hands found trails under her skirt and became reacquainted with the dark silk of her stockings while she promptly removed her cardigan.
“Now, my young lover, do as you please with me! I beg you to please, please shag me!”
My bowtie, which I had put on that morning to go to church, got untied in her agile fingers as she spoke so sensually. It got tossed on the backseat, along with my matching brown jacket. My white shirt also got a taste of her fingers; her eyes went mad as she urgently pulled it down my shoulders and ran her hands all over my chest, through my camisole, which she soon removed herself and worshipped my chest with hot kisses.
She then smiled at me with sexy eyes as she removed her bra, very skilfully, without taking off her beige t-shirt. She remembered that I loved to undress her myself.
“Do you want me to strip you naked and bang you in your car?”
“Yes! Yes!”
My primal grunt of satisfaction filled the car as my hands softly pressed her flanks and pushed the cotton garment up, and the sight of her boobs filled the car’s interior. Oh God! She was so gorgeous!
In a wild rush of elation, I rediscovered the brownish tenderness of her nipples and how mysteriously fragrant they tasted under my tongue as she went wild and frantically ran her hands over my crewcut hair, while I enjoyed the perfect handfuls of her boobs. Her whiteness softly yielded under my touch, and every caress pushed us closer to raving madness.
She cooed. “Please, take me right now! Don’t torture me like that. I’m all ready. Please…”
“Not before I’ve had a proper conversation with your boobs. They’ve been missing me too, you know.”
As I spoke, I rediscovered how fantastic the soft push of her nipples felt against the palm of my hands as I kept worshipping her breasts with hands and tongue, enjoying what that guy in the Cadillac could only daydream about. The socially unthinkable nakedness of her fresh breasts was mind-boggling; the glorious shapes hidden under her simple beige t-shirt and curving her cardigan were in my memory, in sharp contrast against her knolls of pale flesh.
Her hands found a slithering way to unzip my trousers. “Oh, lover, let me taste your teenage dick! I was on a pilgrimage to kiss it.”
Elizabeth got busy on my lap. Every little move she made told me of years of experience in lovemaking. The impatience in her hands as she freed my jousting lance fed my own impatience. After a short waiting time that felt long, her mouth engulfed my already-hard dick and she began to pleasure me. Queen Guinevere no doubt did this to Lancelot if one read between the lines. Literature is wonderful to teach a boy to grow up faster.
My erection swelled with pride under the tight seal of her devotion as she gracefully worked my full length, worshipping my manhood while I kept stroking her raven hair. She was glamorous even when performing such a whorish act.
I was already precumming.
“All right! I think my lover boy is ready. Do you want me to strip myself naked and teach you a nice position for making love in a car?”
“Yes, p… please. Don’t… Don’t forget to take off your panties and your stockings too. I like you barefoot, yeah, that really turns me on.”
After returning to her side of the bench seat, my sexy driver got rid of her skirt, panties and stockings with blinding speed; the discarded clothes joined my bowtie on the backseat. I was a member of a highly select club—the lucky few who ever saw Elizabeth in the nude.
As she came back to my side, she suggested I remained seated where I was and said she was going to sit on my lap while facing the windshield.
Her buttocks felt a bit cold against my stomach, and I groped them, going mad and filling my nostrils with the pungent scent of her arousal as she slowly lowered herself and took hold of my eager dick. She guided me inside her like a cinch, and all of a sudden, she was straddling my lap like a good cowgirl, and I was inside her.
Elizabeth controlled the rhythm; she touched her crotch and started to fill the car with whimpers and coos that quickly grew in intensity while she drilled herself on my impaling dick. I was monkey-hard and took hold of her waist as she kept bouncing on my lap, building a delightful pressure on every fibre of my manhood. “Oh, God! It’s unbelievable! Oh, Ma’am!”
“Hmm, mmm… So, you like this? Come on, lover! Rough me up a little. Show your driver how much you love to be with her. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
As I bounced her harder on my lap, the car was filled with loud moans. She frantically stroked her cunt with one hand, and kept her balance on the dashboard with the other one while she relentlessly bounced and moaned as I contemplated the dark mass of her dancing hair against the paleness of her backside. Her little feet felt cold on either side of my thighs and greatly added to my delight. Making love in that new position gave me joy that went far beyond words.
“Ooh, Elizabeth! Oohh… It’s so good like this!”
“Stop talking and cup my breasts from behind, you silly. Oooh! Oohh… Yes! Like this…”
As her erect nipples put their soft imprints into the palms of my hands on top of her pleasure-swollen breasts, she kept pounding herself on me.
Images rushed in my mind, like a flesh-coloured blur, in a series of scenes where men grunted as they gleefully uncovered the breasts of a girl; Officer Donald smiling wickedly as he sucked Louise’s nipples in the woods; a sweet-sixteen lass getting stripped topless by Papa Philippe whose twirling moustache nearly dropped as he cupped the moving paleness of her boobs in his malt shop. My imagination was running wild as my grunts mingled with Elizabeth’s moans.
Her whimpers, the scent of her hair, now wildly flying as she hit her jackpot, her feet against the side of my thighs and her booty constantly skipping on my lap; all of this pushed me past the edge and concluded our intense fuck.
Shortly after Elizabeth uttered an incredibly high-pitched series of whimpers, I erupted while I imagined a scene where the sweet little sixteen was bent over a table and Papa Philippe was gleefully banging her from behind, his twirling moustache shaking with joy as he kept flattening the curves of her juicy butt.
My savage groan reverberated inside the car as shots of seed rushed out of me, deep inside my lovely driver as she kept bouncing on my lap.
She presently sat back on the seat and leant on me, caressing my hair and face. “Oh! That was wonderful, darling!” she said as her heavy breathing began to slowly return to normal.
We sat in silence, watching the trees and bushes beyond the windshield. I was panting too; I barely felt my legs at all, basking in my post-climax bliss and enjoying her presence.
She broke the silence again. “What were you thinking about when you were filling me up so enthusiastically? Tell me!”
My story about Papa Philippe, the sweet sixteen and his twirling moustache made her laugh to tears.
When I asked her the same question, she smiled and blushed a little. After a quick kiss, she told me. “I was getting gang-shagged by an entire ice-hockey team. Every boy was your age, but not as mature as you. They all timidly fucked me on the floor of their dressing room, ejaculating quickly with disbelief in their eyes. Lastly, an old janitor came, an old man with a ridiculously thick beard like Santa Claus. He was the one shagging me when I hit my high spot; oooh, it was so wonderful! I want to do this again as soon as you’re good.”
She smiled with cute notes of mischief in her brown eyes. “That’s one perk of having a teenage lover; you recover so fast! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
***
After we got out of the car and attended to nature’s needs, we put our clothes back on. I didn’t bother with my bowtie and simply wore my shirt alone, rolling the sleeves up. The day was warm, but the air was getting a bit chilly as the afternoon went by. I took my tweed jacket with me just in case.
Elizabeth didn’t bother to put her stockings back on. A practical girl, she went into her luggage and retrieved saddle shoes and bobby socks. Once she put these on, she looked like a woman in her late twenties who refused to grow up and kept dressing like a teen girl. She looked so doggone hot!
She danced in front of me, making her skirt fly in a wide circle that revealed the intimacy of her teenage-firm legs as she spun round and looked straight at me. “What do you think? Did you really expect me to walk around the countryside in heels? Come on, let’s take a little stroll. Do you hear this? There’s a river with rapids over there. It can’t be far.”
“All right. I’ll take your purse with me, just in case.”
“And take that bag you see in the back. I have almond crescents with bottles of buttermilk. Sophie prepared them before I left early this morning. Aren’t you hungry? I’m starving!”
There was indeed a brook with some small rapids not far away. We sat on rocks and enjoyed the view, under a canopy of bare-branched trees and noble firs.
“This place must look lovely in summertime when all the leaves are out. We ought to go back here in June! When do you finish your school year? Oh, there’s a fish!”
If I thought that the view was wonderful, I saw that I was greatly mistaken. The view became breathtaking when she took off her shoes and socks and sat in front of me with her bare feet in the water, smiling and blowing me a kiss.
“Does that give you some ideas, young sir? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
As she giggled, she playfully splashed water with her feet; I couldn’t wait for my strength to report back for duty as I contemplated these lovely feet of hers.
The almond crescents were crisp and tasty. They were fresh and delicious. Everything was so extraordinary with Elizabeth! I was living a dream.
We suddenly heard voices, boyish voices. They were coming our way. I got near Elizabeth’s purse, ready to pull out her revolver if need be, but the vast majority of people in Quebec were peaceful, God-fearing folks and there was in fact very little danger in meeting strangers, at least for a man.
The voices were closing in. These boys were discussing the best spots for fishing. When they came into view, they were predictably holding fishing rods while carrying a box with fishing gear and wearing wading boots. They also wore wide-rim hats to protect their heads from the sun.
They stopped talking and both stared at us, especially at Elizabeth, as if they just came face to face with a ghost.
Elizabeth broke the ice. “Hello, young men! Please, come join us. We have some pastries left. I’m afraid we drank all the buttermilk since we weren’t expecting anyone, but these pastries will certainly be to your liking.” She added action to her words, motioning them to come and sit near us. She was radiantly smiling and making sure they noticed she was barefoot with her lower legs plainly visible under her skirt.
They looked petrified. These were two country boys who were about my age. No doubt, they had never seen anyone who looked remotely like my companion.
Cautiously, they slowly came closer while displaying every sign of shyness; there was fascination too in their eyes. Elizabeth’s Scottish accent added to their fascination as she spoke in well-read French.
“I’m Elizabeth, and I’m very happy to meet you.”
The lads didn’t speak; their fishing rods hung at their right hands. The taller one set down the fishing-gear box and offered his hand to Elizabeth, who gently shook it as he sat near us. He was now looking down at her figure. I could tell he was aroused; he was aroused and curious. I knew Elizabeth was aroused too.
I extended my hand and he shook it with a wicked grip of strength. His hand was coarse and used to farm work.
“I’m Gaston.”
“Richard. Pleased to meet you.”
Richard had red hair with freckles on an Irish-looking face. He had politely removed his hat and silently prompted his friend to do likewise. His gaze was constantly moving between me and Elizabeth; stupor and amazement showed on his face as he noticed I was holding hands with Elizabeth, who presently spoke.
“Pardon me for being so curious, but how old are you?” she asked, giving him that girl-in-a-candy-store look, which made me a bit jealous.
“Uh… I’m seventeen, Ma’am. I mean, I’m going to be seventeen on April twenty-first.”
“Oh. Do you know you were born the day Rome was founded by Romulus?”
“No. Who’s Romulus?”
“He was the first king of Rome, but that’s not important. You know, Richard, every year on his birthday, or close to his birthday, he would take a walk in a sacred forest and a spirit would appear to him in the form of a beautiful young woman, and this woman would offer herself to him as a present for his birthday.”
The red-haired teenager looked at her in shocked silence, mouth gaping. His face blushed, but most of all, he gazed at her figure with avid curiosity.
Elizabeth blushed too, but only slightly. “You don’t seem to see women often around here. I’m not a ghost and not a witch either. You seem to be looking at a woman for the first time. Ha! Ha! Ha!” She giggled like she usually did when she was turned on. Her hands were nested in her lap as she sat with her ankles crossed in front of her and her small feet in plain sight.
Richard moved slightly nearer, with a bit of alarm showing in his face as he looked at me. She didn’t show any sign of distancing herself as he sat almost close enough to touch her, staring at her with curiosity and a bit of lust now.
“I have sisters and the farmers around here have wives and daughters, but I’ve never seen anyone like you. And I… I only kissed a girl once, last Christmas, but she didn’t like it. She didn’t let me after, but how am I to become any good if I don’t get to practice?”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! How cute! You have a kiss problem, and I think I can help you with that. And this other young fellow, is he your younger brother? How old is he?”
“He’s… He’s… not my bro… brother, Ma’am. He’s the son of our neighbour. We often come here to play or fish. He’s sixteen, Ma’am. He turned sixteen right on New Year’s Day. He’s very shy with strangers, but he keeps staring at you and he would love to…”
“He would love to… what? That conversation is getting really interesting.”
“He would love to see a girl… and kiss her, and… Well, he looks shy, but he keeps talking about girls all the time and he’s really sad because he’s so short. He’s only five feet three and he keeps saying that no girl will ever let him do anything with her.”
“Well, he’s not entirely wrong, but there are still lasses who won’t mind being with a shorter guy. There’s a girl who’s living with me in Montreal, Sophie, and she’s only four feet eleven; she certainly wouldn’t mind. I myself, I’m just one inch shorter than him and I wouldn’t mind at all. He’s handsome, and you’re handsome too, Richard…”
Richard looked at her, and down at her feet, with a puzzled expression, his eyes filled with lust, curiosity and shyness. He clearly wanted Elizabeth, but he wouldn’t dare make a move on her. He also looked at me from time to time. My presence was also holding him back. An erection was quickly coming to life under my pants; picturing him grabbing Elizabeth was seriously arousing.
Elizabeth sensually bit her lip; there were still traces of her lipstick. “What about you, Richard? You keep looking at my breasts. No, that’s okay; I like you. Would you like to see them? You seem so curious…”
He timidly nodded at me, his face crimson. The other lad remained where he stood.
She smiled at Richard and touched his forearm in a reassuring gesture. “Don’t worry about Gaston. He’s my boyfriend and he loves watching other guys getting intimate with me. I know we’re a bit strange, but we’re kind-hearted. Come, Richard. Come close and let me kiss you for your upcoming birthday.”
Right in front of me, that guy Richard moved closer and Elizabeth kissed him. From the way he kissed her back, I understood he had told her a sweet little lie about his supposed lack of experience. He was applying just enough pressure and he wasn’t trying to invade her mouth with his tongue. He kissed her firmly but sweetly, while his farmer-strong hands held her slim waist and moved down to her hips.
Elizabeth sounded pleasantly surprised. Richard clearly had some experience with girls.
My dick was now pushing my pants. He presently helped Elizabeth out of her t-shirt. She raised her pale arms toward the heavens and let him pull it past her raven hair. Encased in her white bra, her boobs hovered tantalisingly close to his face as she straddled his lap and faced him.
That guy wasn’t stupid. He tentatively kissed the spotless valley of her cleavage and started licking her skin. His youthful shyness immensely excited her.
“Hmmm… I like this. You’re not so shy now, Mister! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“Nhhm… You’re… You’re very beautiful, Ma’am. But your boyfriend…”
“My boyfriend is enjoying the show, don’t worry, and tell your friend to come closer. You said he was curious to see a girl. I may be a little older than your neighbour’s daughter, but I’m willing to flaunt the treasures of what’s left of my beauty, for you. If you want.”
“We… We… We…. We do w… want… Ma’am…” He said, nodding frantically to make sure she understood.
“Ohh! Ma’am!” he exclaimed, his jaw dropping while the other lad looked on with eyes as round as silver dollars.
She had taken off her bra and the glory of her boobs filled the landscape, complete with her brownish nipples and the fading rims of her areolas; she was pure white under the sun, while the rapids kept rushing by in their foaming roar.
“Do you like them?” she asked, smiling as she cast her head back, pushing her assets out of her chest to make her average bust look as curvy as possible. Being topless made her look younger, and this emboldened Richard, who reached out and gently touched her right boob.
“Yes, Richard. Touch them. You can suck them too. Hmmm… It really feels nice, oooh! What a lovely afternoon!”
As Richard began to hesitatingly caress Elizabeth’s offered breasts, it dawned on me that my hands were free to partake. Moments later, Richard was gently kissing and fondling her breasts while I was caressing her legs and presently moved down on her wet feet.
The other boy now stood right next to us while Elizabeth was purring in our arms. We were now gently exploring her body, always returning to her boobs.
“Oh, yes! Yes… My young lovers! This is so good!”
She went nuts, rushing her fingers through our hair as Richard sucked her right boob while I sucked the other one. Her nipple was tender and delicious enough, but sensing how much she felt overwhelmed magnified our shared pleasure. She abandoned herself in our arms.
“Take me, Richard, Gaston… All three of you! I love big country boys like you! Is there a patch of softer ground nearby? These rocks aren’t very comfortable…”
Richard rose to his feet and pointed at a spot of sand about twenty paces away. He gently nudged Elizabeth to get up and follow him, but she held his arm and spoke.
“Take me in your arms and carry me over there. Carry me between the three of you and lay me down on that sand. That would be amazing!” There was nothing but unmitigated lust in her eyes as she spoke amid her heavy breathing.
My erection was wicked hard as I helped Richard to carry her to the said patch of sand. The other boy followed us, visibly too shy to touch Elizabeth, but his gaze never left her.
Preferring to watch for now, I let Richard carry her alone the last half of the way. Elizabeth clung to him, her arms around his neck and her head resting on his chest while he carried her effortlessly. Her bare feet hung in the air, wonderful in their erotic splendour as he walked on the forest floor, leaving the rocky riverbank.
He finally laid her down on the sand and she asked him to please strip her naked.
Richard stooped down; he kissed and worshipped her boobs. She let out a short yelp of excitement as he cupped her breasts while she ran her hands along his arms, feeling his boyish muscles through the flannel of the grey-white-black chequered shirt that he wore rolled up to his elbows.
The other kid just stood there and looked at the scene, petrified. Once again, Elizabeth cast her head back, fully offering her breasts in a royal gesture and basking in the intense fire of teenage lust she lay under.
There was a clear bulge pushing the front of Richard’s pants. The seasoned woman came nearer and gently caressed his bulge.
“Take off your trousers, Richard. I want to taste it. I want you deep inside me!”
As she spoke, Elizabeth gently stroked his red hair while looking at him as if he were some holy relic. She was mad with love for boys of our age. Was she really in love with me or simply in love with youth? The answer to that question scared me.
After kissing and fondling her breasts, prompted by her renewed purrs, Richard hesitatingly undid her thin belt, and he slowly, nervously slid her dark skirt along her graceful legs, which she kept close together to help him.
He was shocked upon discovering that she wasn’t wearing panties. He beheld the neat triangle of hair between her pure-white thighs.
The boy was shy; this must have been his very first time; yet he was curious and turned on. Tentatively, he touched her legs, then, he grew bolder and pushed his exploration up north, slowly and gently, making her purr with anticipation, until his fingers came in contact with her intimate lawn.
“Oh, yes! Handsome stranger! Teenage dream boy… Touch me!”
Richard began stroking her cunt, and Elizabeth spread out her legs as her breathing grew deeper; she gave the mesmerised boy a complete view of her entrance.
“You can put your finger, just one finger for now, inside me and feel, feel how much I want you inside! Don’t be shy. You’ll find me very wet; this is completely natural. Ooh! Yes! The finger of a teenage lad! Ooh… I’m loving this! You can put your middle finger too if you want, or better still, you can start kissing me down there and use your tongue. I’ll tell you how.”
Moments later, Richard’s head was between Elizabeth’s legs and she began to moan while running her fingers through his red hair. She was so aroused that she was nearly unable to give him much explaining. Whatever Richard did with his tongue, he was giving Elizabeth a truly wonderful time and her wild moans were echoing against the silent trees while the small rapids kept flowing and foaming, undisturbed.
Here again, I could tell he had done this before. He was playing the mesmerised novice to get a free ride. Wise boy! I felt a bit jealous, but I liked him.
“Ooh! Richard! Please, take me right now! Give me your hard dick and sink it inside. I can’t wait any longer!”
Richard raised himself, his lower face covered with the sheen of her juices, and he promptly lowered his denim trousers, displaying a surprising size. He was quite large indeed, with heavy balls full of seed for her. Elizabeth herself was shocked.
She invitingly spread out her legs wide for him and he took the hint. He laid himself down on top of her and she guided him into her wet paradise. I began masturbating as I watched.
Elizabeth became frantic as Richard began to take his pleasure inside her. He found his rhythm as she wrapped her legs around him and gave me a show of feet as she crossed her ankles on top of his white buttocks while he kept thrusting inside her. His grunts spoke volumes about how much he was loving this. Elizabeth looked intensely into my eyes as she was getting shagged under the trees.
She was really hot to watch as she took her stride and moved along with him, speaking to him through her moans and telling him that making love is something you share with someone; it’s not about self-gratification, but mutual, shared pleasure.
Richard’s loud grunts echoed against the nearby birches and spruces with the roaring rapids in the background, while Elizabeth kept whimpering with her boobs softly jiggling under his gentle rhythm. He was slowing down his pace as she suggested through her moans.
Suddenly, he bolted, and she frantically kissed him as he let out a long, savage growl and emptied his balls inside her. “Ooh, Ma’am! Ooh, Ma’am!” he bellowed as he finished ejaculating.
Elizabeth clung to him using all her limbs while pressing her lap against him, doing her utmost to take his very last drops.
Her feet kept tantalising me. Looking to my left, I saw that the other kid was still looking at the scene with wide-open eyes and a gaping mouth, so I rushed at Elizabeth. My erection was nearly painful and I needed to relieve myself.
As soon as the tall kid lay panting beside Elizabeth, I imposed myself and spread out her legs. She looked a bit surprised, but she did nothing to stop me. She softly whispered my name as I urgently speared my dick inside her cum-drenched pussy and I began to pound her, venting out the little bit of jealousy I had.
“Here! Here, Milady! Take this! This! And this! I’ll teach you not to cheat on me! Hrr, hrrr, hrrr… Oh, good God!”
“Ooh, Gaston! So mature! So dominating! Yes… Yes! Punish me! Punish your Jezebel…. Ohhh… Yes!”
It was an extremely intense and short-lived fuck. I supported my weight on my elbows and raised myself where I had a nice view of her dancing breasts, which I gleefully fondled as I kept punishing her.
Her pretty face was even more pleasurable to watch as her head kept wildly bobbing on the sand under my savage thrusts. Her eyes were half-closed and she was looking up to the sky, her mouth gaping with bliss as she kept panting and repeating, “Yes! Yes! Punish me! I’m Jezebel!”
After the most intense minute of my life, I screamed my bliss in her face and spewed a massive load. “Yes! Yes! Punish me! I’m Jezebel!” she repeated while I filled her up.
I lay on top of her, panting, sweating like a pig and beyond happy, oblivious of where I was. She kissed me. We began making out like there was no tomorrow, both in sweat under the cooling breeze.
After the longest time, she smiled and kissed my nose. “Gaston, don’t be selfish. There’s still that other kid. Perhaps he would like to take his turn too.”
That third kid stood right over us. He was stark naked with his dick ramrod straight and his eyes filled with lust for my companion.
Feeling curious to see what this fellow would do with Elizabeth, I sprung up to my feet and watched. Richard stood by me with his trousers decently back on. He was friendly all right. We shared an almond crescent as we watched his young friend losing his virginity to Elizabeth. Richard told me that this was indeed his first time.
We both sat nearby with crossed legs. Richard encouraged his timid friend. “Come on, Théophile! Don’t be shy. Didn’t you want to have a naked girl in your arms? Don’t be shy. Take her. She’ll let you do anything you want!”
That short fellow, Théophile, was being kissed by Elizabeth as they both knelt face to face. My eyes never left her feet. She was so sexy as she began undressing him! She went all crazy and giggly as she removed his plaid shirt. The air was getting chilly and shadows were growing long, but Elizabeth didn’t seem to mind.
Eve-nude, she kept kissing Théophile, taking advantage of their similarity in height. After a prolonged kiss session, she helped him out of his remaining clothes.
“Lay down on the sand, young lad. I’ll straddle you like a cowgirl on a horse and I’ll do all the work. You’ll see how fantastic it will be! It’s your first time, isn’t it? You can still say no and we’ll do other stuff…”
“N… No… I mean yes, Ma’am,” he said with more lust than shyness in his youthful voice.
He hesitatingly started to stroke her hair and caress her breasts as she laid him down on the sand.
Moments later, the teen boy lay on his back with his hands timidly resting on her hips while she rhythmically pounded herself on him. Her breasts gracefully moved up and down along with the rest of her as she rode Théophile.
Her moving boobs were the erotic symbol of all social rules being abolished in that raw sexual act. The only law that remained was his dick inside her pussy; his astonished grunts and her whimpers mingled in that wonderful encounter. Age, social status and nationality were irrelevant.
She took his wrists and put his hands on her boobs; the boy was in utter ecstasy as he began to knead and gently press her soft knolls while she instructed him and kept taking her pleasure in his teenage dick.
Suddenly, he bolted under her and uttered a loud series of grunts that sounded like a rutting buck. Elizabeth completely cast her head back, pushing out her jiggling breasts in a protruding show of swollen pleasure while she kept drilling herself on his dick, her eyes closed and moaning in happiness as she received his load of virgin cum.
Théophile was left there, lying on his back, panting, with his eye like saucers of wild stupor, unable to wrap his head around what just happened. Richard and I helped him back into his clothes. Elizabeth quickly got dressed again as she was now shivering from that evening chill.
After we quickly went among the trees to attend to nature’s basic needs, Elizabeth came back to the patch of sand, where she sat crossed legs and we all sat around her, enclosing her in our boyish warmth. My hands were on her bare feet; Richard was gently stroking her hair and kept a curious hand on her now-clothed boobs, while Théophile hesitated, but he ended up imitating his bolder friend and gently caressed her other boob.
We remained like that for a while, listening to the grandiose silence as the rapids kept up their tranquill roar like a slumber tune while the chill breeze gently played with the leafless branches.
After a small eternity, under a glowing sunset, Elizabeth broke the silence. “Would you like to try me from behind? This sand is soft enough for my knees. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Richard and Théophile both felt shy once again. I accepted Elizabeth’s offer, but she asked all three of us to collectively undress her. Once again, their country-boy curiosity got the better of them.
With fever in our hands, we helped Elizabeth out of her cardigan, then out of her t-shirt. With hesitating lust, Théophile was the first to kiss her boobs as she purred with renewed lust. With immense delight, I held her legs up and licked her feet, tasting her girly salts and cleaning the sand off her heels and soles while Richard slid off her skirt up her legs.
She moaned loudly when we both grabbed her ankles and kissed her feet, before discarding her black circle skirt.
Once she was flipped around and kneeling on all fours, Elizabeth had three teenagers worshipping the whiteness of her butt under the darkening twilight. Her butt was firm and juicy, its most striking feature being the widening effect of her buns against her slim waist. Her bottom felt incredibly soft and smooth under our hands. We couldn’t stop contemplating and touching and kissing its curves.
Surprisingly, it was Théophile who first knelt directly behind her as she begged us to please shag her.
Under the reddening twilight, with the howling of some lone wolf in the far background, Théophile fumbled as he tried to find her entrance, holding his novice dick and getting a bit frustrated. She gently tossed his hand aside and took things in hand.
She guided him inside her, and she groaned with pure bliss as he entered her with grunting astonishment. Then, the usual motions came to him naturally. The kneeling boy began fucking her doggy style as the nearby rapids kept roaring in the murky evening.
It was a gentle fuck where she told him to take his time, that sex wasn’t a race or a competition; it was like a wonderful meal to be shared and enjoyed without hurry. She used the tone of a schoolteacher speaking to her shy student; she was so arousing! Visibly, it did arouse the boy too; he held her waist and fucked her deeper with renewed eagerness, until he let out his buck-sounding grunts and yelled, “Oooh, God!” as he relieved himself.
Then, Elizabeth spent a few more minutes whimpering under my own barrage of dick thrusts, her head sliding on the sand as she offered me the unreal sight of her butt, which was protruding and full with excitement under my hands as I banged her urgently, letting myself go and fucking her with unbridled fury.
She suddenly let out a high-pitched series of detonating moan as she hit her jackpot and made me proud and cocky. I was making quick progress in the art of pleasuring a woman.
After this, there was a prolonged moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure as I relentlessly teetered on the brink of my edge, with my hands full of her buttocks as I kept punishing my sweet Jezebel, contemplating the pale moons of her bums in the grey evening.
Finally, blissfully, I passed the edge and screamed my full delight against the nascent stars, “Aaahhrr!” The intensity of my ejaculation caught me by surprise. The bolts of semen just kept pressuring their way out of my exploding dick.
Panting and sweating in the cold evening, I lay right close to her, caressing her nearest leg and foot while Richard took his own pleasure behind her. Before long, he joined us all in bliss and Elizabeth purred as she felt him twitch inside her. And she got yet another load of teenage cum. Our Jezebel was in heaven, under the dark evening of a New Moon.
Time returned to its usual flow as we walked through darkness and finally made it to her Ford woody wagon, knowing we just lived something truly unique, perhaps life altering. Elizabeth seemed to be praying. She was shivering with cold, actually. The evening was growing cold and her cardigan was no longer enough.
I put my tweed jacket over her shoulders, and we hugged her between ourselves as our adorable angel. She felt better.
Richard insisted on taking us to his folks for dinner. He told us that it wasn’t any trouble, that there was always some soup and stew left and that they would be delighted to have us and offer us the proverbial hospitality. We finally caved in and followed our new friend to the rustic house where he lived with his parents and ten siblings.
(To be continued.)
