From Boy to Man - Pt. 08

The relationship between Lydia and her young lover blossomed.

Both benefitted greatly from their vigorous love making; Lydia felt more woman than ever before and young Harold's self-assurance as a man grew by the day.

Glen was very happy to see his wife finding sexual gratification with her young lover and he himself had more and better sex with her than ever before.

Harold and Lydia managed to be together for several hours during the weekends. They tried out many differing positions and techniques, inspired by the text and illustrations in Harold's sex guide.

They became so intimate that they easily overcame all inhibitions such as those related to their 25-year age difference.

In bed Harold became more and more self-assured and increasingly took the initiative. Lydia loved it, she liked to be submissive in bed to the male who was impregnating her in her imagination.

So, she encouraged Harold to take her vigorously.

More and more he took her with her legs over his strong shoulders during intercourse so that he could control her and thrust his lower body vigorously and penetrate her deeply. Lydia enjoyed being "fucked like hell" as she called it.

She patiently taught him the ins and outs of the cunnilingus techniques and tricks to make it even more enjoyable for the woman. Not too difficult as she herself was the delighted recipient of his caresses!

Lydia marvelled at the sight of Harolds impressive erections. Fully aware and aroused that she was the cause of his erections.

He was clearly well-endowed; she did not remember having seen such a large member with any of her former lovers.

She liked him to stand before her whilst she was sitting on the edge of the bed. That allowed her to take his swollen member in her hand, suckle it as if it were a lollipop and take the glans in her mouth to caress it with her tongue.

The glans of Harold's penis was impressive; she compared its shape to a fireman's helmet.

With her intimate treatment she invariably managed to stretch his penis to the limits and make it hard as a rock.

Lydia also liked to bury his erect member between her breasts and lead him to an orgasm by massaging it. Feeling his warm member throbbing between her mammae and seeing his semen spouting from its cute little mouth onto her chest aroused her greatly.

To arouse Harold and harden his erection still further she sometimes took his testicles in her mouth, one at a time, to gently suck them.

She took care not to take him over the edge. The first time she sucked them he could not resist his orgasm; She noticed too late, and he ejaculated, and jets of his semen spurted all over her hair and face.

Harold was fascinated by Lydia's opulent breasts.

He loved to kneel down before her, take her heavy breasts in his hands and gently sway them like bells. Lydia looked down on him, smiling and stroked his head or his back.

Depending on whether or not she still had to feed her twins, she let him suckle her nipples to his heart's content. During love play, when they were fully erect, she even let him gently bite them. That made her utter little cries of pleasure.

Harold still loved to be nursed by Lydia after she had fed her babies. She consequently kept a copious milk production.

Lydia showed him her small collection of sex toys, such as a huge dildo and a cute little vibrator. She also demonstrated how she used them.

The relationship was a dream come true for Harold and Lydia and very satisfactory and reassuring for Glen.

Lydia, as a woman, was proud of her achievements in shaping a virile and competent lover out of an inexperienced adolescent.

The closer the dates of his final exams came however, the less time Harold could spare.

It was absolutely imperative that he scored good marks in his exams in order to be admitted to the university of his choice.

On the Sundays of the last two weeks before the exams he just managed to rush to the McPhersons for half an hour with Lydia.

Being a teacher herself, she fully understood the situation.

Lydia was waiting for him when he arrived, wearing only a gown. After a quick chat and coffee in the kitchen, in the company of Glen, they rushed upstairs, where she threw off her gown and offered him her body.

She made sure that he was sexually fully satisfied before he went, and when he left, she and Glen wished him good luck in the week to come.

Harold passed his exams with flying colours.

There was a ceremony at his college on a Saturday and a reception for people to offer their congratulations to the graduates and their parents.

Glen and Lydia were there too. They congratulated Harold and his parents and managed not to betray any sign of their intimacy. In an unguarded moment, when she saw Harold and herself unobserved, Lydia squeezed his scrotum through his trousers. "Well done!" she whispered, "a reward is waiting for you..."

Harold devoured her with his eyes and mimicked a kiss with his lips.

On the Friday of the end of the week following his graduation Harold found a letter from the university, confirming his acceptance by the faculty of medicine. He had faxed them his application plus a copy of his diploma on the Saturday of the graduation.

He told his parents that he would be gone on the Sunday, to celebrate their success with those mates who had also passed the exams.

In actual fact, the McPhersons had invited him 'for a very special celebration' as they called it.

Harold guessed what awaited him when he arrived at their home at ten on the Sunday morning.

After Glen and Lydia had toasted Harold with champagne, they had the hottest get together since the start of their relationship.

Lydia gave him 'a foretaste of heaven', as Harold called it when he thanked them at the end of that morning.

That was the start of a blissful and hot month of August.

Harold had all the time in the world, and he went to see Lydia several times per week.

Those were the most sexually intensive weeks he would ever experience.

Lydia had holidays too and she was relaxed and often very horny. It was summer and the weather was hot.

Then, on the third Sunday in August everything changed...

From the moment he entered with the McPhersons there was a certain tension in the air.

Glen looked grave and Lydia gave him an even warmer kiss than usual.

"Sit down, Harold," Glen said, "we need to talk to you."

With a bad feeling Harold sat down at the table.

Glen did not like to beat about the bush and he at once said, "I have been offered the job of captain by an airline in Singapore. They want me to be based in Singapore as I am going to fly in the Pacific area."

Lydia sat with head bowed.

Harold felt as if the world around him was collapsing.

There was a long silence.

Glen broke the silence." We knew it would happen sooner or later and now it's there. To me this is the opportunity of a lifetime you know, attractive jobs like these are scarce. I have been a first officer for over ten years."

Harold felt Lydia's hand on his shoulder. He looked at her with a mix of sadness and admiration.

Her look was full of tenderness.

To him Lydia had become 'the Woman', and he could not imagine himself having sexual relations with any other woman.

"When?" Harold asked.

"Fairly soon, at the end of September," Glen replied promptly, "we are finalizing arrangements, we are going to put our house up for sale."

Again silence.

Then Lydia spoke.

"Harold, Glen and I, we already know this for a few days, so we have been able to discuss this between ourselves. We have got used to the idea.

What I am going to say is not easy, but we are convinced that you will understand. You are an intelligent and reasonable man."

Harold listened with his head bowed.

"Sooner or later, you will meet a nice girl of your own age who will conquer your heart. No, don't shake your head, you know it is true.

It would then not been proper anymore to continue our relationship. I am sure you agree."

Harold thought for a moment, and he tried, "Yes, but it could be still a while before I meet that girl. In the meantime, we would have been able to see each other, perhaps for years."

He again felt this peculiar regret that Lydia could never belong to him, in spite of their intimate relationship. She was Glen's wife and would follow him.

"True," she said, "but life's a bitch sometimes and we have been overtaken by developments. I feel very glad for Glen; he has been waiting for this opportunity for years.

That is not saying that I do not feel sad about having to stop our relationship. You know very well how much we value it."

"What will I do without you Lydia?" Harold looked at her imploringly.

Lydia felt that she had to be hard. "You will manage Harold. You are a man now, a virile attractive man with a great future, you will have no problems finding a nice wife."

This made Harold come to his senses. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I love you, Lydia! I will never ever forget you."

"Thank you. We will never ever forget you," Lydia replied with a tender smile.

She did not say 'I love you too' and it was also the 'we' in her reply that finally restored reality in Harold's thinking.

"But wait, we are realistic, and we realize that, at least in the short term, you may have a problem with your sexuality. We know that you have a healthy libido; that you badly need to be with a woman regularly."

Lydia then continued with a mysterious smile on her face,

"You must understand by now that I am a wicked woman, don't you?"

Harold at once protested," Oh no, you are not a wicked woman, you are an angel, Lydia!"

Both Glen and Lydia laughed. He felt slightly offended.

"Thank you," Lydia said, "sweet of you, but let me explain what this witch has been figuring out in the last couple of days since Glen and I know about the move!

First promise me that you keep it a secret what I am going to tell you. It is very delicate, like our own relationship."

"Of course. I promise!" Harold said firmly.

"Listen! I have a number of very good friends. You know, the kind of really close friends one has from college days. Since our teens we have been sharing all our intimate thoughts and experiences between us. We have virtually no secrets from each other.

Except... well, I have not yet talked about you and me with them so far. I would tell them eventually, had we stayed here.

We continue to meet every two weeks for a drink or a meal."

Harold nodded and listened.

Lydia continued, "One of my best friends forms with another woman the couple I told you about some time ago; the couple who have an adult nursing relationship.

Well, they are in fact not lesbian, they are bisexual. You do understand what that is, don't you? Annie and her friend are actually eager to share their bed with a man from time to time.

When I saw Annie yesterday over a meal, we had some spontaneous and frank discussions about sex; you know the sort of chat and gossip between really intimate friends.

At an earlier occasion, she had told me about her nursing relationship; that is how I know. We had previously talked about my physical pleasure of nursing the twins and I had told her about my nursing of Glen.

Yesterday Annie confessed to me that she and her friend have shared a young male lover for some time and that they nursed him both, as part of their love play with him.

Now this young man has recently been posted abroad by his employer. So that they find themselves now without a steady lover. They have searched the obvious websites but so far have not found a suitable, serious candidate.

They absolutely do not want to invite strange men for one-night stands.

Especially Annie is keen to have sexual relations with a man too. I don't know about her friend, she does not bring her along to our 'college girls' outings'.

Why she told me, I don't know. Could she have heard about you and us I wonder.

I told her that we are moving to Singapore."

Lydia looked at Harold to see his reaction.

By the way he looked at her she guessed that he understood what she was getting at...

Glen just listened and smiled.

"Now here comes!" Lydia said, "what if I introduced you to Annie?"

Harold reflected for a moment and looked into the distance.

"Annie? Whoever she is, she is not you, Lydia."

"Of course not, silly boy, she definitely is not me, but I will be gone soon!"

Again, her logical directness defeated him.

"Tell you what, why don't you follow me upstairs and undress?

I will take care of you, and, during our work, I will tell you all about Annie!" she smiled.

(to be continued)