Mandy accepted his offer with understandable concern. Everything was going so great between them. She went to bed every night thinking of Bobby and when she’d see him next. He was even very excited about the opportunity they now had with her parents leaving for a weekend, and then, all of a sudden, he seemed to retreat inside himself. The two things had to be related, but how? What suddenly occurred to him that stole the excitement of their intimate joining? Lacking any information, she decided she had no choice but to wait for him to tell her what it was.

Bobby tried hard to pay attention to his afternoon classes, but it was difficult. His mind kept returning to the difficult discussion he was going to have with Mandy later. Several times, he questioned whether he was doing the right thing. After all, she couldn’t expect him not to have relationships when she’d broken up with him, but it wasn’t just that he had these trysts with all those women. It was that he had them with as many as four different women at a time, and a total of six over the course of the year.

And then, there were all the things he’d done with them. If a friend had told him he’d had his face sat on by one, fucked another in the ass, licked, spanked, and fucked a mother and daughter together, and then had a threesome with another pair of women, he would assume it was just bragging. Thinking back on it all, he had a hard time believing it himself. From this train of thought, he concluded that he wouldn’t tell Mandy that much. She probably wouldn’t believe it either.

He was glad that he’d already told each of them that he couldn’t do it any longer, right after that first fantastic evening with Mandy. He started with the first, Linda. She’d become as much a friend as a lover over the year, and he suspected she’d understand his position the best; it might give him a feel for the others. He’d remember her fondly, not only for their times together, but for the way she reacted to his news.

“There’s my delicious boy toy!” Linda said when she arrived home on her lunch break, already opening her blouse in anticipation as she met him by the pool. They hugged, but Bobby pulled back from the kiss that would come next.

“Can we talk for a minute, Linda?”

“Sure!” she replied without hesitation and directed them to the chairs on her patio.

“Do you remember me telling you about a girlfriend who broke up with me a year ago?”

“Yes, I do. Sandy, was it?”

“Mandy,” he corrected.

“That’s right. I think you told me about her when we had a conversation about how much you’d learned from Julie and me?” she questioned, and he nodded his agreement. “Didn’t she dump you because you didn’t understand what she wanted from you, sexually?”

“Yes,” he said, “I was saying I might not have lost her if I’d known then what I know now.”

“Hasn’t she gone away to college?”

“I thought so, but I ran into her at my school. She’s going there, too!” he said excitedly.

“Oh! So, you’re hoping to get back with …” she started, but read something else in his face. “You are back with her, aren’t you!? And you’ve dazzled her with your new skills!” she added, seeing the pride on his face. “I bet she was surprised with your tongue and your wonder cock!” she said, clearly happy for the ‘boy’ she’d become quite fond of.

“Yeah. Kind of,” he replied.

“What do you mean ‘kind of’?” she asked. “You’ve eaten her pussy and fucked her, haven’t you?” she added, noting the skills she liked best.

“I have eaten her pussy, and she really liked it. She told me no one had ever done that to her before, and I was really proud and happy she liked it so much, but then she said something that made me realize she’s still a … a virgin,” he said.

“Oh, Bobby! That’s really special! Whatever happens, she’ll remember you forever as the first!”

“We haven’t done it yet,” he admitted.

“What? Why not? Does she not want to?”

“No, she definitely wants to, but I want it to be a special time for us both, not something we do just because we can.”

“Oh, Bobby. I hope she appreciates what a great guy you are. I don’t think I’ve ever met a man who would refuse to be a woman’s first because he felt it should be something more. You are a very special guy!” she said as she leaned in and gave him a tender, loving kiss.

“She was a little disappointed, but she understood. I really like her a lot, Linda!”

“You love her, don’t you?” she said, thinking back to the first guy she’d believed she was in love with, but suspected Bobby was different.

“I don’t know. Maybe? I just love being with her, and I don’t want to screw it up again.”

“So, we can’t do what we’ve been doing anymore, right?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, Linda!” he said sincerely.

“Don’t be sorry! Bobby, I am so happy for you! And proud! I will definitely miss our Friday lunch date, but I’m not going to stand in the way of something, someone who’s made you so happy!” She stood up and held her arms out to hug him. She imagined this is what it felt like when a mother first sees her child in love.

“Thank you, Linda! For being so understanding!” he said, still in her arms.

“No, thank you, Bobby! I wouldn’t trade what we’ve had, and even this right now, for the world. I am really, truly so happy for you. Though I won’t be meeting you for lunch any longer, I’m still here for you if you need to talk, or need some help or advice, okay?”

Bobby watched her walk back into her home with a mixture of relief and sorrow. He was relieved that she’d been so understanding and encouraging, but also sad because she was his first, in several ways. Like she had said about Mandy, he would remember her forever.

Julie reacted similarly. Though she didn’t hold the title as his first, she was happy and proud of him, like a star pupil she’d had a hand in teaching. Bobby would miss her, too, but not quite like Linda.

Anna and Riley were different. He’d only been with them a few months and didn’t know them as well, so he didn’t know how they’d react.

Anna got angry and fired him as her lawn boy, but Riley cried and begged him not to leave her. She was the only one he might have approached first if she hadn’t, but that was pure lust, craving her amazing ass in those tight shorts when they first met. With a butt like hers, it was fitting that her thing was acting like his little girl, who always needed a good spanking.

“Oh, Daddy! Please don’t leave me!” she cried at first and then pulled her pants and panties down to bend over and beg. “Please? I’m such a naughty girl, and I really need my Daddy to spank me! Come on, Daddy! Do it! Give me a good spanking!”

Bobby gave in and spanked her longer and harder than ever before, and still she wanted more. It was that same desire from the first time, and between Riley and Mia, he realized that he liked spanking. He was surprised that he felt only a little guilty about giving in to Riley. He held back on licking and fucking her, but he made her cum several times with fingers in her pussy and her ass as he smacked her delicious bottom.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she’d said when he was ready to leave. “For spanking my hiney! I hope you’ll keep doing my lawn?”

“Yes, I will,” he replied simply as he held her in his arms like the little girl she pretended to be.

“And anytime you think that I need to be spanked, you just put me right over your knee, okay?” she offered, genuinely hoping that by keeping him on board as her lawn boy, he might actually give in to the desire she’d seen in him when they were together.

“Okay, Riley,” he agreed only to placate her, but couldn’t quite put the desire to do it out of his head. Driving away, he wondered if Mandy might like to be spanked, and he couldn’t put that thought out of his head either.

When he picked Mandy up for their beach outing, he was as happy to be with her as he usually was. He had a game plan, and his worries had diminished a little, though they rose a bit when he saw Mandy’s initial wariness, but she loosened up when she saw how happy he was.

The short drive to the beach and their favorite pizzeria across the street were congenial, though he felt his unease rising slowly. By the time they were sitting on a beach blanket, with the sun about to set in the Gulf, she could sense it as well.

“What’s wrong, Bobby?” she asked as they’d finished the pepperoni pizza in relative silence. Her initial worry was that he would back away for some reason, retreat into the ‘old’ Bobby. But then he’d seemed as joyful to see her as always, so what else could make him so uptight?

“That amazing first evening we had at my house,” he started and reached out for her hand. “You started to ask me something, but then you stopped. Do you remember?”

“Yes. You had just … licked me for the second time, and it was even better than the first! I was wondering where …” she started, but paused for the same reason she had the first time; afraid of the answer. She had a feeling she now knew the source of his apprehension. “… where you learned to do that,” she finished, gripping his hand even tighter.

“Do you want to know?”

“I don’t know! Do I?” she replied nervously. “I’m pretty sure you didn’t have a girlfriend from school. I think my friends or I would have noticed.”

“No, they weren’t girlfriends,” he said, revealing part of the mystery.

“They? You’re starting to get me worried, Bobby! Should I be?”

“It doesn’t change how I feel about you! Now, before, or even during! You are the most important person in my world, Mandy!”

She seemed to be considering his statement, comforted to a degree by it, but still unsure whether she really wanted to know. His concern about it and the mysterious way he approached it had her imagining some kind of strange tale.

“Okay. Tell me,” she decided.

“Alright. First, you should know how bad I felt about the way you left me in the car that night. I knew I had disappointed you in some way, but I really didn’t know how, except that it had to do with sex. I was sad that night, but I didn’t think it would end our friendship. Then you wouldn’t answer my calls or texts, and you avoided me in school, so I eventually got the message; you wanted nothing to do with me, and that … hurt.”

“I’m sorry. That was very immature of me. I should have told you why I was avoiding you, but I kept wishing you’d come and ask me about it. Eventually, I realized you weren’t going to, so it was over.”

“I don’t know how much you knew about my mother then because I don’t remember telling you much about her, but that day, when you said you’d dressed nicer because of my mom, I wondered how you knew about that?”

“I heard about her from others. They told me she was really strict about girls, and other girls steered away from you when you wouldn’t do anything with them.”

“When my Dad left us, it was tough on her, and she became angry towards men in general. You see, he was fooling around with another woman before, and that really hurt her. She never got over it. I don’t think she ever dated. There were nights she went out, leaving me with a babysitter, but I didn’t know where she was going.

“So, anyway, she beat it into my head that girls didn’t want boys touching them all the time, trying to get them to do bad things, and touching them in their private places, and I’d better be a ‘respectful young man’ when it came to girls … that’s a phrase she used over and over again. She said that good girls didn’t want that, and they were bad girls if they did.”

“I’m sorry, Bobby! That must have been hard for you?” she said sympathetically.

“It wasn’t too bad – until you broke up with me, that is.”

A pained expression appeared on her face. She never really thought she’d actually broken up with him, but had come to realize that he would have seen it that way once she learned about his mom.

“A month or two after we broke up, I was mowing the lawn of a fairly new customer and found her sunbathing on her back patio. She had taken her top off and didn’t bother putting it back on when I appeared. When I finished mowing, she asked me to put some suntan lotion on her back. I didn’t see any harm in it. I’d done it for other girls on the beach, but she had me putting it on her bottom and between her legs, and before long, I was touching her everywhere. Anyway, I made her cum with my fingers, and then she sucked my … my cock. The next time she had me fuck her.”

“Bobby!” Mandy cried, unused to such language from him.

“That’s what she called it! We didn’t ‘make love,’ she just wanted me to fuck her every week!”

“Every week?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

“So you had your first time with her?” she said, showing a hint of sorrow when he nodded his agreement. With the way he’d been with her, she wasn’t really expecting that he was still a virgin too, but until now she hadn’t any real proof one way or the other. “You said ‘they.’ There were others?”

“Yes. She told a friend who came on to me much more directly, and soon I was with her every week too.”

“Every week?” she repeated the question, finding it even harder to believe he’d been with two women now. “Were these women married?”

“The first, Linda, is divorced, but Julie is married. She said her husband had lost interest in sex.”

“So you were ‘fucking,’” she said with emphasis, “two women every week?”

“At first.”

“At first? Did one of them stop? Or were there others?”

“Well, Julie told a friend about me, and then she told a friend and …”

“Bobby, how many were there?” she interrupted.

“Six, but only …”

“Six! You were fucking six different women every week?” she asked, her voice rising in volume and pitch with each new revelation.

“Well, there were no more than four at a time,” he said as though that mattered in some way.

“Oh? Only four!? Oh well, then that’s all right!” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “My God, Bobby! I don’t know what to think about this!” she cried, feeling like her head was spinning.

“I’m sorry, Mandy. I couldn’t do what we were about to do without being honest with you. Especially when you’d wondered that first time where I learned how to do those things.”

“Oh my God! I don’t know what to say,” she said in a daze, but then, laser-focused, asked, “Are you still … with them every week?” she asked this time avoiding the f-word.

“NO!” he replied emphatically. “After that first time with you, I told them all I couldn’t do it anymore! I don’t want them, Mandy! I just want … you,” he said with his eyes tearing up at the almost certainty that he’d be losing her again.

“Oh, that must have gone over well,” she answered with the same sarcastic tone. “I bet they all fired you!” she added, vengefully thinking that would be his just deserts.

“Only one did, she was quite angry. Linda and Julie were really happy for me,” he said, seeing a look of surprise on her face. “I’d told them about you, how I missed you, but that I’d lost you.”

“Oh, Bobby,” she said, her voice softening considerably. “I still don’t know what to think about all this!”

She sat there for a few minutes trying to process it all, but was getting nowhere. She tried to think of any other questions she’d need answers to. Coming up empty, she asked him to take her home.

Parked in front, she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, paused for a moment, and added a short kiss on the lips, saying she’d call him. She got out and walked to her door, looking as though she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Bobby drove home, wondering only for a moment if he’d done the right thing. He could have just not told her, but aside from the fact that she’d likely question him again and be angrier when she found out later, he knew in his heart that it needed to be done now. She had a right to know before giving herself to him in such a meaningful way, even if he wasn’t giving himself in the same way. For once, his mother’s teachings about respect were on target, even though it left him feeling like he had a great, big hole in his heart.

Mandy spent days trying to sort it all out. Her mother had noticed her sullen mood when she’d returned home that evening, but was kept in the dark as to the reason. Her father didn’t have anything to offer except to let her work it out and to be there for her if she needed them. The only thing they knew was that it had to do with Bobby because her incessant happy chatter about him had stopped.

She kept coming back to one truth: that he wasn’t cheating on her in any way, as she’d made it clear, sort of, that she wanted nothing to do with him. That bothered her as well. She wondered how different it might have been had she not rejected him so.

Still, the fact that he’d been with six different women … women, not girls! … was almost too much to believe. She now knew where the self-confidence came from that she’d seen in him almost immediately. She tried to imagine him as this confident young man with a worldly swagger, loving these women to their mutual satisfaction. She eventually realized she was the one projecting the Don Juan image onto him and began seeing him as the one being seduced. These women took advantage of his naivete and took their pleasures from him.

That didn’t quite fit right either. At least two of them had said they were happy for him about reuniting with her. That thought softened her heart further. All that time, he’d been missing her, wishing he still had her, and as soon as he had her back, he’d cut them all off. That he’d told them about her at all was another unusual facet of this tale.

But was he still that innocent, clueless boy with all of them? She could see it with the first two, but how long would that last once he was with numbers three through six? And it carried on for almost a whole year!

That had her thinking about what he’d done with each of them. Indeed, they’d all have different tastes and desires, and that wasn’t something he’d figure out on his own. They probably all saw him as so much clay they could mold into the perfect lover they’d been lacking in their lives. She could see the ever-respectful Bobby, doing precisely what each one wanted, being shown how to give them what they needed, what would make them cum, every time, every week.

Had she, Mandy, now become the beneficiary of that knowledge? Thoughts about what he did to her with his fingers and tongue had her squirming in her bed and touching herself. She remembered how she’d described it to him that first time; “magical” was the word she used, and it still applied weeks later and on at least a dozen occasions since. Fingering herself, the only way she’d had such pleasure before, didn’t come close to what Bobby did for her. It had her wondering what else he’d learned that he hadn’t shared with her yet.

Gradually, she came to accept that he wasn’t cheating on her at the time, and he was almost certainly the one being seduced and cajoled into each woman’s image of the lover she wanted. As soon as he’d reunited with her, he’d broken it off with all of them. He always shared with her his utter joy at being together again, repeatedly, and showed her the kindness and consideration she knew to be a unique trait of his.

Her final thought was that he was still the kind, gentle, and loving Bobby she’d always known, who’d shed his innocence and naivete in an unusual way, but to the benefit of them both.

Days later, Bobby’s mom answered the door when she rang the doorbell.

“Hello, Mandy!” she said, genuinely happy to see her.

“Hello, ma’am. Is Bobby at home?” she asked at the same time he came running from the TV room.

“Mandy?” he said and stopped suddenly, not knowing what frame of mind she might be in.

“Yes, he is,” his mom laughed and left them alone.

“Hi, Bobby,” she said demurely. “Take a ride with me? So we can talk?”

“I’m going out, Mom!” he called out as his answer.

They got in her car, and when she asked if he knew somewhere they could park in some privacy, he directed her to the small neighborhood park he’d been to with Mia. Being an unfenced park, it could not be closed, and after dark, it would likely be deserted.

It was, so hers was the only car in the street-side parking strip. She kept the engine running for air circulation and turned the dome light on so they could see each other. Bobby had things he wanted to say, but correctly assumed she’d like to speak first.

“I have one more question, okay?” she asked. He just stared back at her, so she continued. “Each of these women, were they the ones initiating it?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t come on to them first?” she asked, expanding on the ‘one’ question.

“No. They seemed to be just waiting for me.”

“And they told you what to do?”

“Yes, for the most part. I mean, after I’d been with Linda for a while, she didn’t need to tell me. Except for maybe what she was in the mood for? But at the beginning, they pretty much told me what to do. They seemed to enjoy that, telling me every little thing like I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“They were seducing you,” she phrased as a statement of fact, not a question.

“I suppose so,” he said with that same innocent look he’d given them, and Mandy happened to like it as well.

“Oh, Bobby! I’m so sorry!” she said, her eyes getting glassy with tears.

“What? No! You don’t have to be sorry!”

“For doubting you! I had this image of you doing whatever you wanted to these women, but I should have known you wouldn’t do that. Can you forgive me?”

“Forgive you? Of course! Give me a …” he started, but was shut up by her lips mashed into his. “Kiss?” he finished when their lips parted, and they both laughed.

“This doesn’t work!” she declared, complaining about the console between them, and got out of the car.

Bobby followed, and they met at the front, holding each other tightly for several minutes, relieved to have each other again. When her head rose from his shoulder, their lips met again in a kiss that started tender but soon became passionate.

“Let’s walk,” he said, and with his arm around her shoulder and hers holding tight around his waist, he led her to the hidden bench under a tree.

She sat in his lap without being asked and put her arms around his neck. Now she was the one who felt she’d been given a second chance. She looked at him, first, in admiration of his courage in revealing what he did in the interest of being totally honest with her, and, second, with love. She didn’t know, nor care yet, whether he loved her as well, but she’d make sure he knew it through actions, even if she couldn’t yet say it.

“I’m sorry to put you through that, Mandy,” he said, stroking her hair and placing random soft kisses on her face. “I just couldn’t do what we’re about to do without you knowing, and I wouldn’t forgive myself if you found out after.”

“I know, Bobby! It had to be hard for you to tell me, probably guessing how I’d react, but I am glad you did, and I promise, I’ll never doubt you again.”

The kiss that followed poured all the tension of the conflict into their lips and tongues. Hands followed soon after groping chests and thighs.

“Bobby?” she asked as his lips found her breast through her t-shirt. “Will you be showing me some of the things you learned?” she asked. He looked up from snacking on her tit.

“Some of it was pretty weird, Mandy,” he warned with a sexy smile.

“Really?” she replied with a twinge between her legs, telling her she might like to get a little weird.

“Yeah. There is one thing I’ve wanted to show you, but I’d have to be lying on my back to do it,” he said with disappointment, given their present surroundings.

“Um,” she said with her lower lip firmly between her teeth. “I put a comforter and a pillow in the back of my car before I left. If we fold the back seats down, I’m sure you could lie on your back,” she finished with a devious smile, and then squeaked, “Oh, Bobby!” when he jumped up. He took her by the hand and practically ran to the back of the car, Mandy giggling all the way.

They stopped before opening the tailgate and kissed with more passion than ever.

“What are you gonna do to me?” she asked, wanting to hear him voice it.

“You are going to sit on my face, I’m going to eat your pussy, and then you are going cum over and over again!”

“Really?” she questioned with an element of doubt. “Sit on your face?” He just nodded while kissing her neck. “Oh, Bobby! I am SO wet!”

They climbed in the back of her mid-size SUV and, with the key fob, closed the tailgate behind them. Mandy went right to the buttons that would release the seat backs and pushed them forward, turning to smile mischievously at him. He reached for her T-shirt, intending to pull it off, but she slapped his hand away and reached for his instead.

“You’re going first tonight!” she said with that same smile as she quickly undressed him and took hold of his cock as soon as she could, stroking it slowly.

“Okay, but I want to see your beautiful naked body, too!” he said, reaching for her shirt again. She stopped stroking only long enough to get the sleeve off that arm. He thought he might leave her skirt on as he’d liked that once when Julie covered his face with it, acting like some phantom was between her legs eating her pussy, but he wanted them to see each other and her to see his face smothered by her pussy and slathered with its juice when she came.

Mandy had done some ‘research’ on porn sites and was eager to show Bobby what she’d learned, which was quickly apparent to him as the fingers cradling his balls also reached the perineum and anus. Moving to straddle his legs, she leaned forward and took the tip in her mouth and lavished it with her lips and tongue. She smiled with pride as his breathing instantly accelerated.

“Oh God, Mandy! That’s good! That’s … oh God!”

Taking more of his length into her mouth, she felt the tip at the entrance to her throat, but gagged when she tried to take more. She tried again with the same result and, though he gasped with each try, she decided she needed to learn more if she was going to take him deep in her throat. Continuing everything else with a new element of finesse, he was quickly near his climax. With fingers wrapped tightly around the base, she could feel the muscles pulsing as his body tried to expel its produce.

“Oh fuck, Mandy!” he cried in a higher pitch than she’d heard before, and she released her grip, surprised at the force of the splash at the back of her mouth.

Her own arousal rose with the sight of his trembling legs and shuddering breaths, hoping he’d seen that she’d improved on her technique. She lay beside him, caressing his heaving chest, feeling his breathing slowly normalize.

“Wow,” he sighed as his eyes opened and turned to see her pretty face. She leaned over and kissed him lovingly while he wondered at what she’d just done. “That was really … amazing!” he said to her appreciative smile. That it was his beautiful Mandy doing it still certainly enhanced his pleasure, but he knew there was more to it than that.

“I learned some new things,” she said modestly, “I hope you liked them?”

His answer was to roll over and pull her body to his, kissing first her neck and then her tits. Sighing his name repeatedly, she couldn’t believe what he could do to her by just holding and kissing her. She squirmed within his grasp, feeling his still semi-erect cock pressing against her thighs and between, and wondered what it would feel like inside her. ‘Just a few more days,’ she thought to herself.

“Are you ready?” he asked, and she looked at him with questioning eyes, thinking he might have read her mind and would take her now. “To sit on my face?” he added, seeing her confusion. He saw the relief in her eyes and added, “I’m going to make you cum so hard!”

“What do I do?” she asked, rising to her knees and having to bow her head slightly due to the low ceiling.

Bobby directed her into position, facing him, careful not to touch her with his lips until the right moment. A little doubtful about it, she let him guide her with her hands uselessly at her sides, but when he placed his hands on her hips and lifted his head just enough to …

“Oh my God, Bobby!” she cried when his tongue alone snaked its way through her slit, the new position affording different and better contact.

His hands on her ass were also a new element, and she could feel him gripping her cheeks to lift his face into her crotch. She gasped when his tongue snaked up inside her. Her body stiffened as the fastest ever climax overtook her, and she fell forward onto her hands for support while her body quivered inside.

“OH, Jesus!” she screamed when she felt his face in her pussy again.

With his hands gripping her waist, he encouraged her to sit up again as nothing but grunts and groans passed her lips. Holding her hips, he moved them fore and aft, trying to get her to rock her hips over his face, and eventually she caught on, suddenly feeling the additional stimulus of his chin and nose against her pussy.

“Oh my … Oh my!” she moaned as she got actively involved in using his face to make her cum, and it didn’t take long. The first time she felt the tip of his nose nudge her clit, she kept brushing against it, and when his tongue slithered up inside her, she came again, this time with her body jerking spastically.

Bobby didn’t intend to stop, but he did pause, loving the feeling of her pussy being mashed into his face, now coated well with her creamy nectar. As the spasms lessened, he started up again, sucking her lips in and letting them go with a pop. He shifted down a little so his arms could reach around her thighs and grab her hands that had been flailing, to place them on the side of his head. With his hands still pressed to hers, he encouraged her to pull his face into her crotch, and she caught on quickly.

“Oh fuck, Bobby! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she chanted as her hand and hips moved in concert to grind her pussy into his face.

She was in control now, directing his face this way and that, while also jerking her pussy into whatever facial feature was in its path. Bobby was beside himself with joy, watching his usually demure Mandy taking what she wanted from him and knowing it had never been better.

“Holy fucking shit!” she screamed when she came and fell to her side with no control over her body’s trembling quakes.

Bobby rolled to her side and caressed her face and body, only for comfort. This was a first for him as well, and he worried that he might have gone too far. It took a minute or so before she was in control of her body again, though even then, her deep panting breaths were labored.

“Are you okay?” he asked when her eyes finally fluttered open.

“Ohmigod! That. Was. Incredible!” she panted out. “Oh, Bobby! I never imagined …” she said, but stopped. Finishing the thought was unnecessary.

“So I guess you’ll want to do that again?” he asked with a satisfied smile.

“Fuck yeah!” she replied with a tired smile.

“I’ve never heard you curse so much!”

“I know, right!? I don’t like those words, but they just came out when … when you did that to me! They just seemed right, somehow!”

“Mandy, do you want to make love now? I will if you really want to!” he asked, noting that at least the timing would be special.

“No! No, Bobby. I did think about it during … you know, but no. You were right. I want it to be special too. We only have a few days to wait,” she said, pouring her thoughts into a loving, tender kiss that lasted ages.

Bobby sat up and moved toward the front of the car, sitting against the back of the front seats, and held his arms out. She happily accepted them, resting her head on his chest, lifting her chin every so often for another gentle kiss.

“I love the way you hold me,” she whispered.

While they were together, they’d heard an occasional car go by and paid them no mind, but now the headlights of another swung through theirs like a searchlight. The car parked nearby, and they heard the doors open and close. They shushed each other as they listened to a man and a woman talking, but it was too low for them to hear what they said. The windows had long ago steamed up, blocking visibility, but noises from inside or the car’s movement might give them away.

After a minute or so, the voices faded as the couple presumably walked into the park. They imagined it was what they might have looked like when they’d arrived and wondered whether their windows might soon be steamed up as well.

They giggled as they searched for their clothes and managed to dress. Mandy climbed over the center console to return to the front seat, while Bobby pulled the back seats up, then took his place beside her in front. Mandy started the car, put the defroster on full, and waited until they could see enough to drive off, smiling and laughing still at the funny predicament.

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So, Mandy accepted Bobby's past and got to share something new with him as the beneficiary of his experience. Will she give herself to him next? I hope you're enjoying Bobby's somewhat tamer exploits and will 'Like,' 'Favorite,' and comment on my story if you did and ... THANKS FOR READING!!