The Lesson
The front door creaked open, and I looked up to see you come through, your shoulders slumped, backpack dragging on the floor. "Hey, sweetie," I said, my voice soft with concern. You just grunt, dropping your bag. I could feel the weight of your silence. "What's wrong, sweetie? You can talk to me." After a long pause, the story tumbled out. The older boys at school, their crude jokes about seeing downstairs parts, their laughter at his lack of knowledge. A cold knot tightened in my stomach. My fault. I'd kept him so sheltered, so pure, that I'd made him a target. This ended now. "Come here," I whispered, pulling him closer. My fingers went to the buttons of my blouse, each one popping open feeling like a step back in time. I remembered unbuttoning for him before, the profound connection. That memory, so sweet and primal, ignited a different kind of heat in me now. I needed that connection again, to make him a part of me in the most fundamental way. I guided his hand to my breast, his eyes wide, and then I led him lower. As I laid back and guided him inside me, it felt like coming home. The feeling of him filling me was so right, so complete, I never wanted it to end. "Don't pull out sweetie" I moaned, clutching him close as my own climax began to crest. "Cum inside. Stay inside me. That way you'll be with me still" We cried out together, our bodies shuddering. As we lay there, spent and tangled, I kissed his forehead. A triumphant smile on my lips. "Now you know more than any of them."
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