A Fantasy Comes True Chapter 1 part 2 of 3

A Fantasy Comes True
Chapter 1 part 2 of 3

"So, what is your girlfriend going to do when you leave for college?"

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"Oh, come on Frankie, you can tell me the truth."

"Honestly. No girlfriend. We broke up months ago."

"Why?"

"Why? Oh, I... ugh... that is... well... Ms. Young, can I be honest with you?"

"Sure."

"We broke up because I wanted to, and she didn't. See, I didn't want to go to college never having done it before."

"You mean sex?" she asked.

"Yeah," he blushed.

"Are you a virgin?"

"MRS, like this before, and he was starting to wonder why.

"Oh Frankie," she said smiling. "It's okay. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

He hung his head for a few moments, then looked up and whispered, "Yeah."

She hugged him, pressing her breasts into him and said, "Oh my dear sweet boy.

Whoa! You need a shower!"

"Yeah," he said. "Sorry about that."

"I have an idea, why don't you take a quick shower in my bathroom. Then you'll feel better, and it will help you kill time before you need go to Mrs. Packard's house."

Frankie sighed. The sound of a shower did sound nice, and it meant he would be able to stay at her house a bit longer. "Sure, that would be nice."

Ms. Young escorted Frankie to her bedroom. He had always wondered what it looked like, and now here he was, standing in her room. Her bed was on a raised hardwood base, her dressers and end tables matched. Her bed was made with a blue comforter and lots of pillows. She handed him some clean towels and offered to wash his clothes, but he said he was fine. Her bathroom connected to her room, and the shower and toilet were in a separate smaller room from the sinks. She told him to take as long as he wanted and left the room. Frankie stripped down, turned on the shower, and when the water was warm enough, he shut the door between the shower/toilet room and the sinks, and stepped in. The warm water ran down his body and he leaned into the showerhead, and let the water just run down his naked body.

He never heard the door open, or the moving shower curtain, but he felt her hand on his back. Frankie jumped and saw Ms. Young, standing before him in the shower, naked. Her hair was only slightly damp, and her breasts were as magnificent as he had imagined. He started to speak, but she grabbed his face and kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He did not resist but wrapped his arms around her and kissed her in return. Her naked breasts pressed against his hard chest and his now growing erection was pressing into her stomach.

"Mrs. Young?"

"Shhh," she said. "Don't talk, just trust me."

She kissed him again and their tongues danced together in their erotic coupling. When they separated, she poured some shampoo into her hands and began to wash his hair.

He leaned over so she would not have to stretch to reach him. She scrubbed his hair, then moved so she could rinse it. Then she took some soap and a washcloth and washed his body. She stared at his shoulders, and arms, then turned him around and scrubbed his back. Her movements were slow, and gentle. She cleaned every inch of his back, then turned him around and began on his chest. His breathing was ragged and shallow, as she washed his arms, his chest, and his stomach.

His mind raced but he could not think or process a rational thought. Was he dreaming?

Was this really happening? She dropped to her knees and washed his feet, his legs, and his knees. His cock was rock hard and in her face. She gently washed it, then turned him to rinse it off. With one hand, she cleaned his cock, and the other washed his ass.

She turned him back to her and slipped her mouth over his freshly washed cock. He fell back into the wall of the shower and moaned. His mind spun as all he could process was the incredible feeling he was experiencing as she gave him his first ever blowjob. It did not take long before he reached a massive climax as he screamed and filled her mouth with his seed. To his shock, she did not spit it out, but swallowed it all.

He lifted her up and kissed her hard, pushing her into the shower wall. His thoughts and senses were starting to come back, and he wanted to feel the breasts and body of this woman who was here with him now. His hands trembled as he began to touch her breasts. They responded to his touch, and her nipples became even harder. "May I wash you now?"

She smiled and nodded. He moved her under the water until her hair and body were wet. He got some shampoo into his hands and gently washed her hair. She purred and smiled as his hands worked her. He rinsed her hair and then asked, "What else do I do?"

She smiled and said, "See that bottle of conditioner?"

"Yeah."

"Put that in my hair, but don't rinse right away. Usually, I wash my skin then rinse my hair after."

"Okay," he said.

Frankie grabbed the conditioner and massaged it into her hair. Then he took the same cloth she washed him with and washed her body. He started at her shoulders and washed her arms and freshly shaved armpits. He noticed the soft sent of her deodorant mixing with the soap and it fueled his arousal. Just as she had done to him, he turned her around and washed her back, slowly, thoroughly. Then he turned her around, kissed her softly, and began to wash her breasts. Her nipples hardened under his touch as she gasped. He stopped and she grabbed his hand and smiled.

"Don't stop, please."

He smiled and nodded. He resumed washing her breasts slowly, making her moan. Her breasts were firm, solid, and he now knew, they were real. He washed them for a while, then worked his way down, washing her stomach, making her giggle. He knelt and washed her feet and legs. He was staring at her sex, the curly blond hair covered mound of womanly goodness. He could smell her arousal and wanted to taste. He leaned his face in toward her, but she pulled away.

Ms. Young looked down at her young eager lover and said breathlessly, "Wash me now and I promise to let you taste me later."

He smiled as his hand came up between her thighs. She spread her legs and he gently washed her sex. She moaned under his touch. "My ass, don't forget my ass."

He turned her around and washed her firm, round ass. He rose and rinsed her body and hair until he was sure all the soap was gone. He may have spent a bit too much time checking her sex, but she did not object. Her breathing was hard and ragged; he could tell she was as aroused as he was. She turned the water off and grabbed a towel.

As she was drying him off slowly, carefully, she asked, "Did you like what I did?"

"Yeah," he gasped.

His cock was quickly growing hard again, and she smiled. "My, what a beautiful cock you have Frankie."

"Thanks," he moaned.

"You've grown into such a handsome and muscular young man."

She handed him a dry towel and he in turn slowly and gently dried her off. "You're body, it's so beautiful."

To be continued