Becoming A Hero, & A Man

"Now that was 'thank you'," she whispered, "Thank you for saving me…for being my hero." My cock was well on its way to fullness now, and I was thankful that I was taller than she was. I could bend over to hug her, so that my cock wasn't pressed against her…like I longed for it to be. "You don't need to thank me, Annie," I said, praying for the swelling in my cock to subside somehow, "I'd do it again in a heartbeat…I'd do it for anyone that needed help – I guess that's just the way I'm wired."

We held each other for a few minutes…and I could hear her crying softly, murmuring "thank you" over and over again.

"I'm kind of embarrassed to ask you, Paul…but can you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"I just don't want to be here alone …could you…could you stay here with me tonight?"

I don't know if eighteen is too young to have a heart attack, but I nearly had one right then and there. My heart pounded and I found it hard to breathe. I broke out into a sweat. Sure, the house was a little warm, but not that warm. Then my brain started functioning, saying, "Asshole, she just wants you in the house to feel safe, she doesn't want to go to bed with you."

"I'll stay with you, Annie…I'd be glad to." She smiled and hugged me, saying, "Thank you for not thinking I'm weird or anything. I'm going to get ready for bed. I'm wiped out."

She gave me a little kiss, then went off down the hall. After a bit, I heard water running in the master bathroom, and I went to the linen closet in the hallway, finding a sheet. The house was a three bedroom, but I knew that Annie used the spare bedrooms as office and "junk" spaces. I went back to the couch, spreading the sheet out, making up my bed for the night. I cursed myself for thinking those thoughts about Annie…but the hormones of the young stop for no one. In any case, I was looking forward to the interesting dreams that I was sure to have on the couch that night. I kicked off my shoes and laid down on my "bed", flipping through a magazine and, after a few minutes, I heard Annie coming back up the hall.

"Paul? Where are…oh…," she said, as she came in and saw me laying there. I looked up and saw her wearing an oversized T-shirt and panties. God, she wasn't wearing a bra! Her tits stood out, sagging slightly, but firm and big, and I could see her nipples poking out through the thin cotton of her shirt. "Oh my God," I thought to myself, "she's trying to kill me." I saw her look at me and frown just a bit. "I thought…never mind…" she said, dropping her eyes to the floor. "What, Annie?" I asked. "Oh, nothing," she said, her voice getting quiet. "I just thought…that you'd sleep…in…in my bed with me…" Her face fell and there was such disappointment in her voice. I stood then, not knowing what to do, my heart pounding again in my chest. "Well…I…I…I didn't know…um…uh…" I stammered, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. Goddamn it, why the hell did I have to blush so much? And why couldn't I put words together?

She came over to me and took my hand in both of hers. "Paul, I'd really like for you to hold me tonight…please?" She looked up at me, and I nodded. She took my hand and, without a word, led me to her bedroom. I was confused and nervous – after all, I wanted her, but didn't want her to know that I wanted her. And she was being, to my mind, pretty ambiguous – I didn't know what she wanted of me, but assumed that she just wanted closeness and comfort. I resolved, then, to keep my hardening cock as far away from her as possible – I wasn't about to embarrass myself any more than I already had. She got into bed and patted the sheet right next to her. I climbed in and lay down next to her, fully clothed.

"Paul…" she began, "aren't you going to…" "No, I'm cool…I'm alright," I interrupted, gathering the rumpled top sheet to hide the growing bulge in my cutoffs. "I didn't…uh…didn't bring my 'jammies', so…but…ummm…I'm cool." I was beginning to wonder if I could ever talk without sounding like a complete idiot. "Now you're being silly," she said, raising herself up on her elbow. "The air conditioner isn't working and you're going to get hot. Why don't you at least take your shorts off?"

It was just too much. I couldn't take it anymore. I was pissed off at myself for being a stammering moron. Why not just get it out and get it over with? Come on, asshole, do it!

"Okay…because…because…" I swallowed hard and took a couple of deep breaths, closing my eyes. "Because you're really beautiful and I've really liked you for a long time and you get me…excited and I've wanted to make love with you for a long time and I'm embarrassed because you'd see me or feel it against in your sleep or something and you've been through a lot today [breath] and I'm ashamed that I'm thinking of you that way because you were almost raped and I feel like an asshole and I feel like I'm no better than that fuckhead that almost raped you and I'm ashamed of myself. So, there you go. I'm going to be quiet now, and lay here for a while by myself. After you're asleep, I'll hold you like you want, Annie, I swear to God I will. But right now, I have to just lay here by myself for awhile, okay?" I put my hands over my burning face, taking in a few gulps of air. I didn't just feel like an asshole. I was a walking, talking asshole with teeth.

I felt movement next to me, and one of her hands softly touched one of mine. She pulled my hand away, and I felt a soft, tender kiss on my cheek. I turned my head toward her, my eyes tightly closed, and I felt her lips brush mine. Softly, tenderly, her lips parted and grasped mine. I returned the kiss hesitantly, our lips softly grasping at each other. She pulled away slightly and I opened my eyes.

"Paul," she said, looking into my eyes, "you are one of the sweetest men I've ever known. You're not like him, honey…not at all." She softly kissed my forehead before going on. "You know…it started going bad right from the beginning, but I stayed with him to try to make it work. And I felt awful a lot of the time, I really did. But when we moved here, I felt better. You know why?" I shook my head. "You, sweetie. You started coming over to do the yard work, and you always knew how to make me laugh…and you always said things that made me feel good about myself. And I'd see you out there working and" She turned down her eyes shyly, then said, "I wanted you, but you were my nephew, and that would have been wrong." She looked up at me and smiled, with a little look of what…desire? "And now, technically, you're not my nephew anymore. And yes, I went through a lot today, but I think I'm over it now. And I want you to make love to me – not because I'm grateful for what you did, but I am. And not just because I know now that you want me, but it's nice to know that you do. Remember what your uncle said to me before? 'I just wanted to fuck you'? That's all he ever did. Fuck me. And I want. no, I need for you to make love to me. Make love with me, Paul."

I felt so much better but was still terrified, as I was keeping something from her. And I had to tell her. "Annie? I have to tell you something I've never…" I couldn't finish it. She didn't let me either. She drew her fingertips across my lips and smiled. "I've never been someone's introduction to the wonders of lovemaking either, Paul…so it will be special for both of us." And in that moment of her love and compassion…her kindness and generosity of spirit, I think I loved her more in that instant than I've loved anyone before or since. Our fingertips gently stroked each other's faces as she brought her lips down again to mine. Softly brushing…grasping…exploring, our lips danced in that tender mating ritual that I – no, we – had longed for. As our tongues met, swirling softly against each other, we rolled over onto our sides, my hands moving through her hair…and softly, slowly down her back. I wanted to – had to savor this. I wanted to touch and taste and see and feel every part of her slowly…to burn the memories into my mind forever. Her hands moved down my chest and around to my ass…touching…gently squeezing. Her hand moved around to the waistband of my shorts, giving them a tug.

"'Jammies', huh?" she said with a twinkle in her eye. We both laughed, and that was a great feeling. It seemed so natural that laughter and lovemaking should go together. "Well, I lied," I said, gently squeezing her ass through her T-shirt and panties, "I don't own 'jammies' – I haven't worn them since I was thirteen – oh my God!" She was nibbling on my earlobe, and a bolt of electricity shot from my ear straight through my body to my cock. It felt like I was on fire. "Mmmmm…." she moaned, whispering in my ear, "so what do you usually wear to bed?" She started tracing the tip of her tongue around my ear, slowly and softly swirling it inside. "I…I…oooh…usually…mmmm…." I stammered, my voice shaking, "…I…you're…making it…ahh…I can't..." She slowly swirled her tongue in and out of my ear. "Come on, baby…" she cooed, "tell me…what do you usually wear?" She began feasting on my neck, just below my ear…sucking gently and swirling her tongue. It made me nuts. "Nnn…oh God…nothing! I don't wear anything!" I gasped. My hands were in her hair, and I pulled her to my lips, kissing her passionately. I kissed down to her neck to return the treatment she'd just given me. Her moans came from deep in her throat as she drew her hands under my shirt. "Ohhh…yeah…. I don't wear anything either…mmm, baby…do you know what we have here?" I kissed up to her lips. "What?" I asked. "We have two people in this bed who are wearing far too many clothes…" she purred as she tugged on my shirt.

We laughed and sat up, and she pulled my shirt up over my head, exposing my hairy chest and hard nipples to her. "Oh, God…" she moaned as she leaned in to kiss my broad shoulder, "I've seen you in a tank top before…but…mmmm…" I felt her shudder slightly as she kissed down my chest to my nipples, kissing and sucking and fluttering her tongue on them. God, that made me hot. My hands were drawn to her breasts, and I cupped and squeezed them gently through her shirt. My movements were slow and deliberate. Part of me wanted to tear her shirt from her body and ravish her. But she'd had enough of that from my uncle. Besides, tonight I was an explorer. And I wanted to slowly discover every inch of her.

She moaned in response to my touch, gently pushing me down on my back as she kissed over to my other nipple, sucking and kissing and flicking it with her tongue. She straddled my thigh, squeezing it between her legs, and I could feel that her panties were soaked with her pussy juices. God, she was hot! And I had made her hot! And knowing that felt so…fucking…cool! I pulled up her shirt and my hands found the soft skin of her sides. My hands slid up her back and around again to cup her breasts, squeezing gently…her long, hard nipples between my fingers…my fingers squeezing them as well. "Mmmm…God yes, baby…squeeze my tits." she moaned before attacking my nipple, sucking it hard. Man, it felt soooo good! I groaned and pulled her shirt up higher. She released my nipple and sat up, swinging her leg over to straddle me while helping me pull her shirt off. She sat there, grinding her soaked panties against my throbbing cock, which was once again straining the zipper of my shorts. I laid there, staring up at her breasts, unable to move. I was mesmerized. God, they were perfect! It was like I was trying to memorize every pore, every freckle, every detail about her. She reached down and took my hands in hers, squeezing them, bringing me out of my silent study.

"Hello?" she said, teasingly, "Paul, are you there?" I looked up into her eyes and blushed. "See anything you like?" she asked, with a wicked, half-smile.

"My God, Annie…they're…beautiful. You're beautiful…" She brought my hands to her breasts, and I squeezed them and her long nipples between my fingers. She moaned, grinding her panty-covered pussy against my cock and started to lean down toward me.

"Ahh, but there's still so much more of me to see…" she said, as our lips met again. She broke the kiss and slid my hands down to her ass, then leaned down so that her hard nipples brushed over mine. God, that felt great too. This woman couldn't seem to do anything that didn't feel absolutely wonderful. I squeezed her ass in my hands and pulled her down onto me tighter…harder. She moaned loudly and ground her pussy faster against my hard shaft. I could feel wetness against my cock – her juices had soaked through my shorts and boxers.

"Paul, baby…?" she panted as she bit into my shoulder, crushing her nipples against mine, "…mmm….god…oooh…I…I think that there are people in this bed….mmmmmm…that are still wearing too many clothes…"

"Dear Lord!" I teased, snaking my hands under the waistband of her panties to caress the flesh of her ass, "what will we do about that?" I pushed up against her pussy harder and she squealed. She swung off of me and sat, hugging my knee to her, catching her breath. Then her hands slid down my leg and up over the bulge in my shorts. She squeezed and sucked in air between her teeth.

"Ooooh…god…you're so hard…" she breathed as she slowly moved to unfasten and unzip my shorts. "For you, honey…" I panted, "You made me hard for you."

Annie smiled and pulled my shorts and boxers down. I lifted my ass to help her, and my cock sprang free, harder, fatter, and longer than it had ever been. The foreskin was nowhere to be seen, the purple head had mushroomed so big. I could see my pulse throbbing, making my cock twitch in time to my heartbeat. "Ohhh…Paul…" she cooed, her fingertips brushing up my leg, tickling my balls, "It's so beautiful" She trailed her fingertips up its length to the head, then wrapped her hand around it and squeezed, sending shivers through me, making my body tremble. I started to sit up, but she gently pushed me back down and gave me a kiss. "Shhh…you just lay back, darling. I'm going to have some fun with my new toy!"

She bent down between my legs and kissed up my inner thighs, lightly scratching her fingernails along the way. She kissed my balls, gently tracing her tongue all over them. I arched my back and it felt like my ass came off the bed about four feet. Annie giggled. "You like that, do you?" All I could do is groan as I grabbed another pillow to shove under my head. There was no way I wasn't going to watch this. Annie opened her lips and sucked one of my balls between them, bathing it with her tongue. I let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a whimper and Annie giggled, switching to my other ball licking and sucking. She opened her lips wide, taking both balls into her mouth sucking and swirling her tongue pulling gently as her fingers wrapped around my thick shaft again. If this wasn't heaven, I didn't want to die.

She drew her head back and my balls popped from her mouth, then she kissed and licked up the shaft of my cock to the head. "God, Paul…your cock is so beautiful…" she moaned as she teasingly rubbed her lips against the head. She reached down between her legs, pulling her panties down, and started rubbing her pussy. "I…oooh…I never thought I was…ungh... that well hung…" I moaned, my fingertips pulling at my own nipples. "It's perfect – not too big…not too small…" she said, stroking my cock as she sucked and licked the head. "But it's so thick…mmmph…so thick and hard…mmmmph…." It was amazing, watching her sucking my cock and talking to me. As she sucked, she looked up into my eyes, which drove me wild. "I know it's rude to talk about another man when you're in bed…mmmgh…but I had to…mmmmph…had to force myself not to laugh…mmmmph…so good…mmmmgh…when you called him 'needle-dick'… He is! Not at all like you, my big stud…"

With that, she looked me right in the eyes, then plunged her mouth down onto my cock, taking all six inches of it into her mouth. I felt her gag slightly, then her throat muscles relaxed and wrapped themselves around the head. She cradled my balls in her hand, bringing them up to her lips, then I saw her tongue snake out and lick my balls while my cock was buried in her throat. I moaned and spasmed, feeling my body quake. That familiar feeling started boiling in the pit of my stomach, surging toward my balls, making my cock even harder. She felt the change in me, and moaned around her mouthful of cock, stroking her head up and down. Suddenly I yelled, "Annie, no!!"

She pulled her lips from my cock, gripping it at the base and squeezing hard. "What's wrong, baby?" I felt the urge to cum subside and I caught my breath. My head was reeling, and I wasn't sure I was making sense. "I was going to cum and I don't want to yet, because you…I want to…" I trailed off, not knowing how to express it. She knew what I was saying, though.

She laughed a little and brought herself up next to me, still lightly stroking me. She kissed me and said, "You are so sweet. But don't worry you'll make me cum too, later. Just sucking that beautiful cock of yours gets me so hot. See how wet I am?" She spread her legs and I looked down. Her panties were bunched at her knees and she kicked them off. Her pussy was glistening with moisture. I reached down and touched her, tracing her pussy lips with my fingertips. It was so wet and slick. "Mmmmm…god, that feels so good," she moaned spreading her legs wider and squeezing my cock, "...yes…touch me, Paul…" We kissed again passionately, our tongues snaking silkily around each other. I gently spread her pussy lips and explored her hot, wet slit. I touched her clit, and she arched her back and moaned into my mouth, wrapping her lips around my tongue, sucking hard. I circled her clit a few times, then followed the moist, fleshy trail down to her pussy…circling around the opening with my fingertips. She was stroking my cock faster, squeezing hard, and she pulled away from our kiss. "Yeah, honey…do it…touch my clit…slide your fingers inside me…God, that feels so good." She humped herself against my hand and stroked my cock even faster. "I've got to have your cock in my mouth…I want to taste your cum, baby…you'll cum in my mouth now and cum in my pussy later and cum in my mouth again…oh, God, I want your cum…"

She turned herself around on her knees so that I could reach her, and sucked my cock all the way down her throat again. My fingertips swirled around and around her clit…moving down to slide into her…then back up around her clit…over and over again. She moaned and sucked harder, bobbing up and down on my cock faster and faster. I kept switching where I was looking – at her heart-shaped ass with my hand between her legs, my fingers plunging in and out of her, and at the sight of my cock disappearing down her throat. She let out little grunts around my cock at every swirl around her clit every thrust of my fingers into her pussy. Faster and faster, harder and harder. I felt that feeling building again so hard and intense. I quickened my efforts on her clit, and I felt her body start to shake.

"Annie… baby…I'm going to cum…" I gasped, my fingers going wild on her clit. She moaned deep in her throat and sucked even harder and faster on my cock. I felt the first hard surge of cum explode into her mouth, and she swallowed hard and shoved my cock all the way in, her throat muscles massaging the cum out of the head of my cock. The second blast shot straight down her throat, and I felt her shudder and stiffen. She moaned loudly and shook violently, cumming hard herself as the third blast of hot cum boiled up from within me. She swallowed and slurped greedily, milking every last drop from my cock, then slowly letting it slide from between her lips. My hand lightly stroked her ass and lower back as she caught her breath. She turned and looked at me over her shoulder.

"No good, huh?" I asked, teasing, "I'm sorry. I'll go work on it and get back to you." I feigned getting out of bed, and she spun around and straddled me, pinning me down. Leaning down, she kissed me softly, but passionately.