My Younger Lover Ch. 8

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This is a true story of how I started my secret affair with my nineteen-year-old lover, who was eighteen at the time and I was fifty-three, a story of how our affair escalated to helping each other fulfill our fantasies that ranged from normal to taboo. Our relationship is based on about ninety percent sex and ten percent emotion. It is not that we don’t care about one another, not at all; we are very fond of each other. We talk, communicate, have non-sexual fun together, laugh together, go on trips together, and do other things people do in a relationship. We just both know that our relationship is not going anywhere besides spending time with one another and having sex. There is a lot of sex that can exhaust my now fifty-four-year-old body but well worth it.I like to think the eighteen-year-old boy seduced me and tell myself that often. If our affair was not secret I would tell others that as well. But that would not have been the truth. The truth was there was very little seduction from either of us. It started as a harmless flirtation that led to something more.As a warning to the readers of this story, some of the sexual play we explore with one another may seem perverse to some and I understand that, it seems perverse to me as well but I enjoy it and have no guilt over it. I just ask that instead of posting nasty comments just don’t read it.My name is Lori and I am a fifty-four-year-old widow, a mother of two daughters, and a grandmother. My husband died when I was forty-nine. It was not a sudden or quick unexpected death. It was a terrible drawn out painful death from cancer. A couple of years of treatments such as chemo and radiation and several surgeries did little. In the end, hospice came into our home to make him as comfortable as possible for the last months he would live.I was four years a widow when I had sex for the first time since my husband died. Before that, it had been years since I had sex with him. We used to have an active sex life until he got sick and then it died down and then it became non-existent when his illness took over his body. Sex was not even a priority for me anymore, taking care of my husband who I loved dearly was. I didn’t even think about sex during the worse years of his illness or even after when I was in mourning.I retired early from my job, having been with the company for twenty-two years I got a full pension. After my husband died I could have gone back to work but didn’t, even though the company I used to work for wanted me to come back. I was very financially secure with my pension and my husband’s life insurance policies and the money we saved and invested during our marriage.When I was working I made a good salary and my husband had worked his way up in the company he worked for to the higher levels of management and made much better than a nice salary. I decided to spend time with my grandkids and travel.When my husband got sick and could not upkeep our yard, I always wanted to hire landscapers anyway because we had a large yard but my husband wanted to do it himself. He hired a young boy from the neighborhood to do it. Derrick was a young teenager when he first started helping my husband with the yard work and then as my husband’s illness got worse, took over all the work. It was a lot of work due to the size of the yard and I would help sometimes as well. While it was a lot of work, my husband had the lawn equipment to make it easier including a riding lawn mower.Over the years I got to know Derrick very well and he grew into a very good-looking boy. Derrick was always so polite and kind and as my husband got sicker he even helped around the house. It took me months to get him to refer to me by my first name instead of Mrs.We would talk and he would tell me about his school, what girl he was dating, and his friends. I soon thought of myself as a mother figure for him. He lived with his father after his mother left them when Derrick was ten and never wanted much to do with him. I had two daughters, so it was nice to have a surrogate son. My husband enjoyed having another male around the house for a change also.After my husband died, Derrick could sense I wanted to be left alone and only be with family and while he still did my yard work and a few chores around the house, he left me to my mourning. A few years after my husband died, my daughters thought I should get back into the dating pool. They told me that while I was over fifty, I was still an attractive woman and should meet someone, but I didn’t feel I was ready.Finally, after four years after my husband’s death, I gave in to their peer pressure and they introduced me to Etlik Escort a man at a party. He was nice-looking, a year older than me, and very gentlemanly. I agreed to go on a date with him the following Saturday night.It was a Thursday afternoon in April when Derrick and I first had sex, three days before my date. Derrick was on spring break from high school. He was in his senior year and eighteen years old. I was fifty-three. He had cut my grass the previous day and that day he was laying out pine straw around my rose bushes and azalea bushes. I opened my front door and told him to take a break and come in for some lemonade I had made. He grinned and said he would rather have a beer and I laughed and told him it was either the lemonade or nothing.We were in my kitchen, Derrick sitting in a chair at my dinette table and after I gave him a glass of lemonade, I hopped up on the counter. We just started talking about normal things we always talked about. He told me he had broken up with his latest girlfriend. Derrick was not what my generation would have referred to as a player, but ever since he was sixteen he had dated several girls.I could not blame girls for being attracted to him. He was a very nice-looking young man, charming, polite, intelligent, confident, and respectful. He did have a slight touch of arrogance in him, but just a hint that a lot of girls would find attractive. There were thousands of reasons I was attracted to my husband and his slight arrogance was one of them. Derrick was the type of boy mothers hoped their daughters would date.He was easy to talk to and had a great sense of humor. After my husband died and after the period of wanting to be left alone and just be with my family, Derrick and I started talking again, and I discovered I could confide in him things I could not with other people. We didn’t share deep dark secrets by any means, just things I used to talk to my husband about. It was nice. I missed that. We formed a good friendship with one another.I know it’s strange for a fifty-three-year-old woman to be friends with an eighteen-year-old man, but after my husband died I felt out of place with our married friends. I was also getting sick and tired of having to hear them whisper behind my back; “poor Lori, it is just so tragic”, “Poor Lori, how will she ever get on with her life”, and other similar comments. I soon started not spending time with them. Derrick was not like that, yes he was sorry my husband had died, sorry for me and himself since they had become close, but he never showed pity for me. I enjoyed that.“I have a date this Saturday night,” I told him.“That’s great, Lori,” Derrick replied. “I know it’s none of my business, but it’s about time you start dating again.”I laughed. “Have you been talking to my daughters?” I teased.Derrick chuckled, “No, but if they are the ones who set you up then I agree with them. You are a very pretty woman, Lori, and if I am not stepping out of line, sexy as well.”I blushed. That was the first time since I had known Derrick that he ever made a comment about my looks and never referred to me as sexy.“Yeah for an old hag you mean,” I continued to tease him.Honestly, it felt nice for him to say I was pretty and sexy even though I knew he was just saying that to make me feel good about myself.Derrick took a long drink of the lemonade, until his glass was empty, and shook his head.“No, you are not an old hag. I thought you were pretty and sexy when I first met you,” he told me.“Yes and I was years younger then and also you were a kid who just started puberty so you thought all women were pretty and sexy,” I grinned at him. “Want some more?”“Yes, please,” he said and held up the empty glass. “More ice also, please.”I got off the counter, took his glass, filled it with ice and lemonade, and handed it back to him. I sat down in the chair next to his at the dinette table.“How do you feel about the date?” he asked me.I shrugged. “He is nice and good-looking, but I don’t know,” I told the boy. “I loved my husband, Derrick, and I miss him a great deal. It’s just a date and nothing serious. I am not ready for serious yet if I ever will be. I am not some young thirty-something divorcee looking to marry again. I was happily married, raised two lovely daughters, and have grandchildren. I am happy with that.”“I liked him also, your husband. He was a good man, a very good man. My dad thought a lot of him as well.”“My husband liked your father also,” I told the boy.I had only met Derrick’s dad twice and never really talked to him, but my husband did and thought Keçiören Escort highly of the boy’s father. He did d a fine job at raising his son alone.“Yeah, he’s a good guy,” Derrick said of his dad. “Did the best he could after mom left us.”I reached over and patted the boy’s hand, “He did a fine job and I am sure he is proud of you.”Derrick surprised me when he took my hand in his and held it. I didn’t pull away. I felt it would have been rude to pull away. I was raised to be a southern lady with manners and etiquette to go with it.“Let’s talk about your date,” Derrick smiled at me. “There are other things besides getting serious, Lori. Just have fun. Don’t think of it as a potentially serious relationship.”I laughed and got up from the chair and poured myself a glass of lemonade and sat back down. I didn’t want the lemonade but used it as an excuse to stop holding hands with Derrick.“Yeah like you and your girlfriends. How many have you gone out just this year alone?” I asked.Derrick chuckled. “Only four, but two were just a couple of dates and that was it. Nothing serious, just having fun like I said you should do.”“I don’t think the type of fun you had with those girls would be the type of fun I would have on my date,” I teased the boy.Derick chuckled. “It was not like that,” he admitted. “It was just going out and hanging out with friends and having fun. Now the other two,” the boy grinned and did not need to finish the sentence.“I don’t think I want to hear about the other two,” I told him and laughed.I was not being indignant or offended in any way. My tone was flirtier to match his. Derrick and I never flirted before and never had a conversation where sexual innuendos were brought up. I used to flirt; I used to be very good at it. I am a southern girl after all and we learn the fine art of flirtation at a young age. I just had not practiced that art in many years and it was harmless fun.“I would not tell you anyway,” Derrick gave me his charming boyish smile that I have sure melted the hearts of many girls. “Now showing you would be different.”I blushed again and cleared my throat. “Derrick, I think this has gone too far,” I told him in a calm voice.“I didn’t mean to offend you,” he assured me. “I am sorry and you are right. I got out of line. I just, well, I have had this crush on you for a while and we were flirting and, well, I am sorry, Lori.” Derrick stood up. “I guess I should get back to work anyway.”Now I felt bad. Maybe I also let it go too far. I was not totally innocent and could not put the blame solely on him.“No, sit down and take a break. You have been working all day. It can be finished tomorrow if you have the time,” I told him. “I can fix you something to eat.”He smiled and sat back down. “That would be great, just a sandwich would be fine.”I fixed Derick a turkey sandwich per how he liked it, heavy mayonnaise and lite on mustard. He wanted roast beef but I didn’t have any.I watched him eat and could sense there was still tension between us. I knew he could sense it also because Derrick was normally a talkative person.“So tell me about this crush,” I asked suddenly to ease the tension and to let him know I was not upset. Derrick choked on the bite of the sandwich he took. I giggled at him.Derrick stopped coughing and took a drink from his glass. “Are you sure you want to hear it? I don’t want to upset you again.”I smiled at him. “I was not upset,” I assured the boy, “just didn’t think we should have that conversation and yes I want to hear it. How many times does an old woman get to hear that an eighteen-year-old boy has a crush on her?”“I wish you would stop that, calling yourself an old woman,” he told me in a serious tone. “I don’t see you as that. Yes, I have a crush on you and have for some time. Not ever since I first met you but as I got to know you and we talked it developed.”“So what was it, my dazzling personality?” I teased again.“That, yes, and your looks. I meant it, Lori, I think you are pretty and sexy and you do have a nice body,” he told me.“Well, I would be lying if I said I was not flattered by that or your crush on me, but I don’t have a nice body,” I told him.“Yes you do,” Derrick countered, “I have seen you in those shorter shorts you wear when you work in the yard and the tee shirts. I have been over here swimming when you are laying out by the pool and have seen you in your bikini. You have a great body, Lori. You have great legs and I know this may offend you and I am sorry, but you have great boobs.”I smiled and was flattered I admit, but if he was being honest Kızılay Escort with me I could be honest with him.“Yes, but those shorts and the bra under my tee shirt help support things that age and gravity have affected,” I assured him. “I would not call my swimsuits bikinis, but two pieces.” I smiled at Derrick. “You know I can still fit in my drill team outfit from high school,” I teased. I was rather proud of that.I knew I had nice legs. Tan like most of my body. I liked lying out by the pool and sunbathing by the pool or on the beach. I loved the beach. I was tan but made sure my skin did not become all leathery. I had recently just gotten back from a trip to the Caribbean I took my eldest daughter, her husband, and my two grandchildren on and I had started on my summer tan.As for my breasts, yes I have always had nice breasts when I started to develop them. They were 36 C cups and tipped with brown nipples. However, my once nice and firm breasts were no longer as firm as they used to be and did drop a little. I meant what I told Derrick – clothes, bras, and swimsuits could give the appearance of things still being in place like when I was younger. I tried to keep my butt firm as well and while still decent looking without clothes; I was fighting a losing battle there also.“I would like to see that,” Derrick told me and grinned.I laughed again. “I don’t think so.”I was enjoying flirting with Derrick and I was flattered he had a crush on me. It was harmless and as I mentioned it had been a long time since I flirted with someone. His being a good-looking, eighteen-year-old made it more fun.“You know I we are just kidding around don’t you?” I asked to make sure he did not get the wrong idea.“Yeah, I know,” he agreed. “I know I would never have a chance with someone like you.”I laughed at that. I had met one of his girlfriends before when she came to pick him up from my house after he did some work on the inside of my house the previous summer. She was extremely pretty and very sweet. I was disappointed in him when he told me he broke up with her, but he told me that her being sweet was a put-on and she was very materialistic, vain, and a bitch.Derrick was finished eating and I got up and put his plate and glass in the sink.“The Braves are going to start in a few. Want to watch some of the game with me?” I asked.I was not a big baseball fan and only watched the Braves play when I went to the games to see them play. I rarely watched them on TV, but I knew Derrick was a big Braves fan. He and my husband used to watch the games together sometimes. When my husband got too sick to even get out of bed, Derrick would sit in the room and watch the games with him. Even though by that time my husband was so drugged up on pain medicine he had no idea what he was watching, Derrick stayed with him to watch the game.I thought that was sweet of Derrick. Before my husband got too sick, my husband took Derrick and his father to several Braves games along with the rest of our family.“Sure. I like watching the games on your TV,” he said. I had a sixty-five-inch TV so I could understand why he liked it.I waited for him to get up but he didn’t. Derrick then blushed.“Umm, Lori, I think maybe you should go ahead to the den and give me a moment. I don’t think I should get up right now,” he told me.“Why?” I asked and then it suddenly hit me and I was the one to blush. “Oh!” I looked at the boy. “Seriously?” I asked.Derrick nodded and I turned my head. “Ok,” was all I could think of to say, and walked into the den.My intention was not to watch the game nor was it to seduce Derrick. I just did not feel like being alone. Plus, I did want to hear more about his crush on me. I thought it was sweet and harmless and made me feel good. The thought that he had an erection from flirting with me embarrassed the both of us but did flatter me.“Maybe I should put a towel down or something,” Derrick said once we walked into the den. “I am still sweaty and don’t want to ruin your furniture.”“Just use the throw on the sofa. I can wash it,” I told him. My eyes did quickly look at his crotch to check and there was no bulge.I didn’t want to dwell on the boy’s erection, but I did think it was odd how an eighteen-year-old boy could get rid of it that fast and easily. Maybe he just adjusted himself so it would not show. Derrick was wearing a pair of old, worn, baggy cargo shorts so it would have been easy to hide.I was sitting on the sofa at one end and Derrick sat at the other after he put the blanket on the seat of the sofa. I sat with my legs curled up under me with my back halfway between the armrest and the back of the sofa, just my normal sitting position for comfort, and so I could talk to Derrick without having to keep turning my head from the TV to the boy. I saw Derricks’s eyes glance between my legs. My white, jean shorts had ridden up a little. I blushed again and adjusted myself and pulled the hem of each leg of my shorts down to a more decent length.

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