Life Takes a Wonderful Turn

The news on TV last night had said that the weather for the weekend was going to be the warmest of the Finnish summer thus far. The stresses of his end of year school exams were over, and Mikael decided that he would spend some of the morning rollerblading over the quiet roads near his home and keep up his fitness in this way, just as many of his ice hockey teammates did.

His parents had wanted him to join them for a trip Into Helsinki, but he did not wish to spend so much time in the car and then traipsing around the shops; nor did he want to then spend time in a coffee shop, or having lunch somewhere. His folks always used the time to catch up on the friends they had made when the family lived in the city.

He had liked living there, but his father's work on hydro schemes, and other environmental projects, meant a home in a quiet village close to a main highway and the projects he was responsible for was a good option.

"Well, if you're sure you'll be okay here for much of the day, on your own," his mother, Jenni, had asked, "then we will get on our way. If you go out make sure you lock all the doors, won't you?"

"Yes, mother. I've been left alone here before." He had struggled to keep the exasperation from his voice.

He waited for a quarter of an hour before making ready to set off, his roller blades strapped securely onto his feet, the thick socks an added cushion from the bumps and rills he would encounter along the route. A pair of snazzy shorts with zipped pockets, a loose-fitting T-shirt and some shades were his bare necessities. A helmet was never left off, but foolishly or not, he decided to forego knee and elbow pads.

"I'll take my chances. It's not as though I haven't gone over the route before."

He saw their neighbour, Karola Nirvi, as he left the driveway that led up to the family home and waved to her. She must have come back from shopping at the store in the village; he recognised the supermarket's tell-tale bags. Her four-by-four was parked close to the house but her husband, Aleksi's, car was not to be seen.

"I'm not going to be gone for long!" he called out.

"Just you go carefully, Mikael. Your mother said you'd be here on your own!"

She waved and his look dwelt for a moment on the woman doing so. Karola had her stylish ways, and even now the slender woman was dressed in a billowy patterned blouse and black jeans, the buckles on her loafers glinting in the sunlight.

"I'll take care, and I should be okay! I won't be too long," he called back and increased his pace as he took to the undulating road through the trees and out past the neatly tended pastureland as it opened before him.

It was only ten o'clock, so he had a whole day to do just as he pleased, and if he came to any trouble, Karola would be there to nurse him or tend to whatever he needed.

He was rather glad that they were each at home and the others were out. Girlfriends were hard to keep, living out here. During the winters, that they had lived as neighbours, they had all gone skiing over the woodland paths, sampled dogsledding, or had gone skating on the deeply frozen lakes nearby. At times like that, when they helped each other through the wilderness and snow drifts, age differences did not matter.

"I'll be glad it's her if I need any help." Thoughts of the ragingly blonde-haired woman, and wondering what she would be doing that morning, aroused a not uncommon ache in his groin. His teenage hormones raged, so a wasting ride on his blades would take his mind off what he would like to do with her.

He picked up the pace, moved in easy strides as the road surface trilled under his feet. He felt liberated and whooped for joy. The summer vacation stretched out before him and was always a good time for him.

♥

The cars sped by at an alarming speed and way too close for comfort. He cursed and yelled at them.

"I've got a right to be here too, you know!"

He was on his way back, only half a klick or so from home and the road dipping into a bend when a speeding car almost clipped his arm making him wobble in the slipstream. He could only shimmy to the right as another car rushed past and, as he did so, he unavoidably went over a very rough patch and stumbled.

"Fuck you!" he yelled again as he picked himself up, the car not stopping to check if he was okay. He wasn't. "That will teach you to leave the pads off. What a mess I'm in and... and does it hurt!"

Upset, he looked down at his knees, then twisted his arms to study his elbows and was glad that he had not fractured any bones. The abrasions looked raw, and he saw grit in the wounds.

There was nothing in his pockets save a bandana to wipe over his wounds, over his grazed knees and elbows, the palm of one hand scratched, cut on a stone. Man was it sore. He sat on the gravel verge of the highway and realised he'd been very lucky not to have stumbled the other way and into the path of any other car.

He got to his feet and somewhat unsteadily rolled back home, not bothering to take off his blades as he crossed the decking at the back of the house and before he slumped down onto one of the sunchairs set around a glass-topped coffee table.

He was hot and sweaty; his clothes stuck to his body; he was till in one piece but bruised and shaken.

"At least I won't have to explain myself, just yet," he muttered as the blades were loosened, and he dumped them on the decking with a loud thump.

Karola's sing-song call was music to his ears.

"Mikael, what's the matter, are you okay... or are you hurt?" There she was, beauty and comfort made real, looking over the fence at him as he lounged back in the chair, his T-shirt soaked with perspiration and his arms and legs showing the grazes, and some blood, where he had been badly skinned.

"I fell, avoided getting hit by a car and the road surface did the rest. I'm in a right mess..."

"So, I see," she said, her voice soothing and considerate. "I'll come round so stay where you are!"

"It's okay, I'll manage..."

"No, you won't. Yor mother will wonder why I didn't help you. Just stay where you are and I'll bring something round to treat you with."

He had seen Karola peering over the fence, her large sunglasses pushed back over her hair that she had tied back with a short and colourful scarf. He'd also noticed the rounded neckline of a sun top that she was wearing. Karola was sunbathing and he had disturbed her. Still, he would see more of her and what she was wearing when she came round and acted the nurse.

He felt tearful. Everything ached and even if he was seventeen, he wanted to act the man for the lovely woman next door, especially someone as attractive as Karola. Here he was thinking and feeling something different for a woman who was more than twice his age.

She was with him in no time at all, it seemed, her flats slapping on the deck and her sun robe swirling in the breeze and revealing her thighs. Bangled bracelets rattled and clinked on her wrists, and he saw the rings on each of Karola's hands glinting in the sun whenever she brushed away her hair.

"You have taken a tumble," she consoled as she knelt by his side and he sat on the deck chair trying hard not to take in what she was wearing, or not, as her movements stretched her sun top or opened it at the neck. He could see her breasts. She had not put on a bikini bra and a necklace glinted in the sun; a bauble dangling down into her cleavage and only making him gaze at her more often.

"Don't touch the wounds, not even with that handkerchief!" She stopped him and gripped his wrist. "Your mother must have warned you to put on protective pads..."

"If she did, I didn't hear her. Anyway, I was doing fine until a crazy shit rushed past in his car, then another," he cried out, shifting on the seat as she touched his leg and examined the worst of his wounds. He had to stop her doing that, or the effect on him would soon become apparent.

A sterilised wad was wiped over his wounds and she sensed that his eyes were on her. I shouldn't be doing this... not even thinking what I feel about this happening, she thought. Her touch was making him tremble and out of the corner of her eyes she noticed Mikael touching himself.

They had always gotten along, ever since his family had moved in next door. But now, seeing how dependent he had suddenly become upon her, she was hooked on the athletic boy's glances at her and his reliance upon her and all that might yet ensue.

She smiled reassuringly at him as her touches cleaned away the grit and blood on his knees. "At least nothing's broken, except your pride, perhaps." She moved away. "Try and stand up and let me see how you walk."

"With difficulty and it hurts... how it hurts now!"

"I'll go and get some water... give me the house keys or have you lost them?"

He gave her a sullen stare that she did not deserve. "No, I haven't lost them."

Karola watched him as Mikael stood unsteadily on his stockinged feet before her as he fished out the keys from his shorts pocket. A noticeable bulge remained within them, covered by the thin and body-hugging fabric.

"Jeez, my head's swimming now..."

She gripped the hand that he had suddenly held out to her.

"You'd better come to my house. I'll help you and we'll go inside. Do you want me to ring your mother?"

"Hell no! I've taken tumbles before, on the ice... and I got through them okay."

"It was just a thought."

"Yes, and I'm sorry for what I've just said to you... how I said it."

"It's probably shock."

"And you being here with me like this is too. We've not been alone together before," he decided to tell her.

"No, that's so true, we haven't."

The woman he could gaze at and who was so close, the woman who smelled of suntan lotion and what he could see and feel as she pressed against him as he hobbled over the terrace and unthinkingly, in his case, to the back door of her house, she felt warm and pleasingly close.

"Where are we going... do we have to go there?"

"To my house, and yes Mikael, we do. I know where everything is that I need to finish dealing with your cuts and scrapes."

He muttered acceptance and took his house keys back from her.

The press of Karola against him sent little jolts of longing to his groin, heightened by the sight and knowledge that she was not wearing a bikini bra. He must have disturbed her as Karola began, or had been, sunbathing topless. He now wondered if he'd done so in any other way because she did hold onto him in offering support and was leading him to her home.

"I've... I've never seen you like this," he stammered.

"I know, and it's nice to let go of everything sometimes and to break free from what other people think or expect of you. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, and I'm beginning to feel that way too."

A hand stroked his back before she turned away to slide open the door that led into the house. "The kitchen is to the right, go in there while I get my first aid box. What I brought round to you was no good."

"I know where to go as your place is a mirror-image of mine."

"Yes, of course it is." She still pointed and watched as Mikael stepped slowly away. "I'm sorry for you that it's happened. I won't be long and please don't touch those wounds. I've got an antiseptic ointment that is also a pain suppressant, so you'll feel better quite soon."

He smiled at her as she gazed his way. "This wasn't part of any plan you made with my mother, was it?"

"No, but we'll make the best of it. Now, go and sit down and I'll soon be back."

He watched her go and saw how her calf muscles were shaped under the smooth and lightly tanned skin of her legs. Karola walked with balletic grace, each step carefully placed, it seemed to him.

And, of course, she mothered him, and he felt that he would be overwhelmed by the desire to stay with her as long as was possible, even to flirt or gaze at her as they talked; even to go so far as to accidentally touch her and feel the weight of her breasts, those firm mounds of flesh that he had glimpsed through the gap in her sun top. He had felt her touch on his arm, even took it as a sliding caress to let him know that she was pleased they were together, as she helped him walk to the house, that touch seeming to ease away the pain, somehow.

Was she unaware of the effect that she was having on him, or was she playing him along to get a thrill out of every moment that they were together?

"Hello, I'm back again. Mikael?"

"Over here!"

Karola saw him lounging in one of the rattan chairs set in a corner of the kitchen, a good-looking young man who appeared confused by what he felt on seeing her still wearing her sun top. "You haven't touched any of the wounds, have you? I should have told you to wash your hands while I was getting things ready...."

"I've already done that..."

"Good." She paused, standing over him and holding a packet of antiseptic wipes before she knelt beside his chair. "Now, this may sting so try not to move... too much."

Karola leaned in as she began to work and knew that his eyes were on her. She had not taken the opportunity to change into less revealing clothes, but she sensed his infatuation with her. The way life was with Aleksi, she decided to flirt and act provocatively with a young man who kept looking down her sun top that revealed her unsupported breasts. As if that wasn't enough to engage his attention, her bikini briefs were but a small triangle of cloth that was lace-tied at each hip.

"Karola... Karola," she heard him groan softly.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it's not that."

"What then?"

Her hands suddenly shook as she realised the effect that her touches had on him. It was not the sting of the antiseptic wipes, but her touches to his legs to keep him from pulling away, as the antiseptic stung him, that affected the boy most. She had worked on methodically but now stopped.

She met his startled gaze.

Mikael had moved, pulled his leg away after she had put on steri-strips to close the cut; after she fixed the dressing with the first stretch of tape; then another... and another. It broke the spell of what she had been doing. She now saw him redden in acute embarrassment.

The crotch of his shorts was slowly taking the shape of a tent.

"Karola... I'm... I'm... so sorry," he stammered. Mikael then grinned in amazement that it should happen in these circumstances. "I'm so sorry. Oh Jeez! How embarrassing. Oh Jeez, I'm so sorry!"

Mikael shifted in the chair, but Karola met his look upon her, and she knew what had to be done.

"Don't be... don't be ashamed to let me know what you are feeling. It's only natural," Karola heard herself say in a soothing voice. "And stay still!"

Smiling softly, she pressed one hand to him; the fingers of her other hand reached for and felt his young strength. She rose, sighed, and drew close, knelt between his strong legs and slid her hands slowly over Mikael's skin until they stopped under his shorts; they soon touched Mikael's hips.

"Karola! What's happening, here?" She heard him gasp in surprise, then give a disbelieving yet nervy laugh. Mikael lightly held her arms and smoothed his roughened and injured hands over her skin as she caressed and held him. "It's... it's just you and me here, Karola."

"Yes, Mikael, it is. And it'll be wonderfully new and different, for both of us. You've not felt the touch of a woman, doing this for you before, have you?"

"No... not like this, no." He squirmed; his prick ached in the confined space of his shorts, but he dared not touch it.

"Good, then let me show you," Karola soon whispered against his lips and felt his quickening breaths as she kissed and touched him; chose to concede to the rush of the moment that she felt from being with him and being intimate. Any qualms would be put from her mind. "It's going to be okay, Mikael. I really do need this from you. It will be okay, I promise."

He licked his lips, not as a sign of his longing for her or to be suggestive -- he was too young and inexperienced to know of that -- but because he was thirsty and now saw a pitcher of lemonade on the countertop behind Karola.

"I could sure use a drink, that lemonade perhaps?"

"Oh, yes, of course." She smiled even if she had been disturbed in her seducing ways and turned to look in the direction he pointed. Her caresses on him eased and she stood up. "Yes, okay... have a drink while I'll go and freshen up, get rid of the sun oil smell. I'll also put away the first aid box. I think we're through with that, don't you?"

Karola remained standing before him and Mikael sat up and brushed his fingers over her thighs, just as she had just done to him. She lifted the sun top away, enough for him to be held against her tummy and before he lifted his head and was able to kiss her sagging breasts.

"Soon... we'll learn all about each other soon, Mikael, you darling boy."

He did not mind her calling him that and said nothing in reply. It was still true, well almost, but a day spent with her might change everything. If he was going to lose his virginity, he would want it to be with her.

♥

"Here you are!" she exclaimed on stepping out of the sliding doors in the kitchen that opened out onto a secluded, walled, area where there was a hot tub hidden from view by a blue tarp. It was cinched tight against its wooden sides. What was a sauna, linked to the house was not far away, and the whole patio area was hidden from view and its walls covered by frames supporting flowering climbers and still in full sunlight. "Take these painkillers, swallow them with the lemonade. I see you have brought everything out here..."

"Yes, I was hoping I could stay a while." The pills went down on two gulps of her amazing and tangy tasting lemonade.

"Of course, you can and will stay." She was seen to put her iPhone on the table, beside his. "In case anyone rings either of us so that we..."

"Don't get interrupted?"

"Yes, you're learning... already," she smiled and leaned in to kiss him. Her fingers brushed brazenly over the swell in his shorts. "Nothing has changed here, I feel."

"No, far from it," he laughed softly, amazed that they had fallen into talking in these ways.

He couldn't help but look at her, at how Karola's body wrap remained loosely tied at the waist but was open wide at the top. She was no longer intent on covering her breasts and the sight of her now made him giddy with expectation and his dick hard once more. Her bikini shaped her sex and everything about her now reminded him of some of the women seen posing on sites that he and his friends sometimes looked at when they were chilling out, even after ice hockey practices and one of them told the group of a new site he had discovered.

Guys his age learned so much from those sites and others, the more depraved and risky ones. He'd not done a girl, let alone a woman like Karola, as some of them showed but he wasn't totally ignorant either.

The woman seated so close beside him, and everything about her, was real, not a photo or moving image on a screen. He shifted uncomfortably in his seta as he sipped on the lemonade and wondered what was going through her mind. Would she let him ogle her; would she stroke his dick and jerk him off, but nothing more?

The ache In his groin wouldn't just go away. If he did not get relief with her, then he'd have to jerk of when he got home.

Karola spoke at last, as if reading his mind. Her soft hand caressed his arm before stroking his thigh. It then settled on the bulge in his shorts where it remained. "Do you like what you see, Mikael?"

"How could I not do that?"

He was again overwhelmed by what she brought to the eye. Her robe had fallen open, and he saw her skimpy bikini briefs, the tops of her thighs and the soft creases in her tummy as she stood before him, her breasts hanging free. She now had a wistful look on her face.

"Well, Mikael... I am all but naked to your sight. Perhaps you should take off that sweaty T-shirt and those shorts. Be as free as I am."

On those few words she tugged loose the cord that kept her sun top partially closed and pushed it off her body. She coaxed him to lift his legs, one then the other and tugged off his socks, kneading his feet and her touch and what she did lessening the tension he had begun to feel.

"So well made, you're so well made," she sighed in appreciation as he tugged away his T-shirt. She gazed at his toned biceps and washboard stomach, at Mikael's lean face. She moved to kneel before a fit young man and took charge of progress and without her having to say anything, he lifted his hips and tugged down his shorts. "Don't go any further!"

She stood before him, between his parted legs and leaned in, one hand grasping the bulge in his briefs as the other pulled on his neck and she drew him into a kiss.

He moved away from that; he had to claim her naked breasts as they pressed against him. He tugged on her nipples, then sucked on one only. He could not stop shaking as reality struck home.

"It's okay, I want you to touch and kiss them, you darling boy," she murmured, her hands in his hair as he was guided in his claims upon her, Karola again moving to kneel before him. She wanted these simple claims on her body and kept sighing. "Oh, you darling... go on... it will be okay... everything will be okay. I know that it's your first time."

His tongue flickered over her hard nipples, Karola guiding his claims upon them; he sucked them into his mouth and gently pulled as she caressed his back and he slid his hands down her back and brushed them over her buttocks, tugging her bikini briefs down.

"I've not done this with anyone, before."

"I know darling... I know you darling boy!" she shuddered as his mouth pressed against her belly and his fingers stroked over her sex, prodded and felt her moist warmth. Her hand pressed on his head, and he did what he sensed was needed, closing his mouth over her sex and set his tongue flickering over her slit. He sucked on a small nub of flesh, and she convulsed.

"Yes, you've found it! Suck my clit!"

"I want more, I want you do that for me, to suck and stroke me... to show how it feels, Karola. I need that or I'll burst!"

He stood up, thought it was the only thing to do as he shoved down his briefs, his penis springing free. On a gasp she claimed it, stroked it furiously and began to slick the sides with her fingers, to nibble kisses over its jerking length before she groaned deeply.

"This is a surprise," he heard her mumble as his uncircumcised penis brushed her face. He shivered, felt a moment's uncommon pain as she pulled his foreskin down to reveal the domed tip of his prick. He gazed down as she resumed slicking her tongue over the sides of his penis, then enveloped the tip in his mouth.

"Oh... oh Jeez! That feels so good!"

"This is even better, for both of us." Karola moved to straddle him, one hand resting on the back of his chair as with the other she guided his penis to her opening. "Let me show you, darling... let me show you."

She shuddered as he penetrated her depths, her hips rising and falling, bucking and swirling as best as she was able, as he slowly plumbed her and she worked him. She panted; she was aware of his mouth sucking on her breasts and his stifled groans. She began to wonder for how long he could control what was happening before she heard his gasp.

"I can't hold it back... want to... can't hold it back!"

He erupted and Karola stifled her screams of fulfilment as an orgasm brought on by the young man she sat on let go of his desire and as he rushed to experience the searing rushes of ejaculation, along with the responses of a woman to what had been discovered between them.

"You look so beautiful now, Karola... so beautiful." They kissed and she leaned in to embrace his neck and to feel his hand gently squeeze on her breasts, fingers then finding her nipples. "I've forgotten the pain in my hands and knees."

"I thought that you might... eventually. You've surprised me with how quickly you've learned from me."

She moved off him and held out her hands. "Follow me into the sauna. I turned it on when I cane into the house to freshen up." Karola took him in her arms, and she was crushed against him, met Mikael's inexpert kisses but none of that mattered. She had known of him, and she had brought him new experiences.

Naked and in each other's arms, they lay on towels spread on the slatted benches of the sauna as the steam hissed.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, making him lift his face away as he reclaimed her breasts and she felt his erection brush against her thigh. "You must please her with whatever you do and will do for her now that I have shown you how it can be."

"No, there's no one... not at the moment," he gasped in reply as her hand began to squeeze and tug, hard and fast, on his erection. "Let me in again, it's better that way."

Karola moved.

"Yes, fuck me right here and now... on the bench. It's wide enough for us to lie on," she ordered, "then we had better stop and get ready for the return of our cherished others."

He thought that she would break him, jerk his young tool off his body after he had entered and began to slowly move in and out of her. Karola moaned and seemed lost in pursuing her delight as he pounded harder and quicker and as she grabbed his arse cheeks and kept pulling him in until their bodies crashed against the other and the sweat slicked their skins.

They coupled and she expertly and needily clenched her pussy's muscles on his probing dick, as he swirled his hips and dipped in, acted on instinct and used the abundant energy that his ice-hockey training bestowed on his young body.

His bell end swelled, and he had to cry out. "I'm going to cum again... and again! I want to be with you, again and again!"

"We'll see, Mikael, darling... we'll see!" she cried out as he ejaculated in three spurts of release. He slowed then resumed pounding into her, Karola finally pulling him away and she ensured his last ejaculations covered her belly and jerking breasts. "Wonderful... you've been so wonderful for me!"

He felt it too, but her words moments ago set him thinking that the day was a one-off experience with a horny woman who had seized an opportunity to fuck with a young guy... a novice, an innocent, but a virgin no longer.

Moments later, and if on cue, her phone rang.

"Okay, see you in an hour."

They dressed hurriedly but she gave him no reason for that abrupt ending to their time together. Karola kissed him on his way out.

"Thank you, for everything. I hope that I repaid you, in some way," he said, the woman before him clothed in the sun wrap that was now buttoned and the belt tight on her waist.

"You have and you know how, darling boy. Oh, I shouldn't call you that now, should I?"

"I don't mind. It means I still have a lot to learn ad a long way to go. Perhaps you can help with that... after the dust has settled? My school vacation starts next week so I'll be around..."

"So will others, your mother for one."

He sighed. There was no answer he could give to that and he picked up the roller blades as he strode over the sun deck and was soon at the back door of his home.

Life really had taken a wonderful turn.

♥