Alice, My Best Friend's Mother - Part Two

Alice, My Best Friend's Mother - Part Two [part 2 of 3]
By: The Tall Man (thetallman34@orange.fr)

ALICE, MY BEST FRIEND'S MOTHER - PART TWO By The Tall Man (tallman034@aol.com)

I urge you to read "Alice, My Best Friend's Mother - Part One" before you start this new one. It's important to set the scene and the characters. Then come back here and taste the sequel, which I sincerely hope will give as much pleasure as the opening story seems to have done to some people. Thank you for all your kind critiques - only your comments will tell me whether I succeed in entertaining readers or not.

All characters in this story are over 18 years old. Enjoy!

Chapter One - Later that year.....

After that incident with Alice, with the mother of my best friend Terry, my sexual and emotional life changed dramatically and permanently. I felt that I was suddenly growing up fast. And I was totally and unconditionally and forever in love with Alice.

Before that day, Alice had been a beautiful fantasy, a mature mother, adored by her son's friend, but unattainable. A kind of dreamlike beauty floating before my eyes, totally out of reach except in my wildest imaginings. Now, suddenly she seemed within my grasp, though my youthful head and heart still didn't know how that might be achieved. But it didn't stop my heart and body wanting Alice, nor my head thinking about ultimate fulfilment with her; it was what seemed like the Holy Grail as I look back now, many years later.

I wanted to be with her, love her, possess her, marry her. Make her my own.

It didn't matter that she was a real grown up and I was only a school kid of eighteen, merely a young adult; it didn't matter that she was Terry's mother. I felt sure, in my immature way, that my pal would understand. He knew nothing, of course, nothing of what had happened between us, about the day when his beloved mother took me in hand and gave me the most powerful sexual experience of my young life. And for now I couldn't even begin to discuss it with him. But how I wanted to say something, to share my very mixed but sincere emotions with my best friend - like we shared almost everything else.

From her side, Alice behaved for a time as though nothing had occurred between us. Even if I had been able to find the courage, even if there happened to be a moment of privacy when I could speak to her, it would have been a major step for me, to bring the matter up. It was especially difficult, since Terry and I were almost always together. It seemed that I would never be alone with Alice again in the same way as had happened by chance that Saturday morning in Spring. My gut ached for her. Each time I spent my weekends and school breaks at Terry's house, I arrived with anticipation, trepidation, with trembling legs and thudding chest, not to mention my twitching penis. Just thinking about Alice, wherever I was, at home, at school, anywhere, made my heart beat faster, brought on rapid sexual excitement. My penis reacted spontaneously to the vaguest thought of her slim body, her long elegant legs, her grapefruit sized breasts, the pale cleavage I had just once, and once only gazed upon and smelled from very close. And that's what was happening every day now, from morning to night. Her soft hands, which had stroked my face and massaged my young penis to delightfully intense ejaculation, were constantly in my mind. I was lost in love, and didn't know what to do next. Except to celebrate my love for Alice by indulging in frequent masturbation.

At night, every night, I couldn't sleep until I had relived those few minutes of Alice's gentle ministrations to my turgid penis. I held my cock the way she did, turning my hand around so that the bulbous head rested in my palm, my fingers stretched along the length of it and rubbing ever so delicately, like she had. And then, eyes closed, whispering Alice's name, I would come quickly, spurting hard into my own hand, imagining it was Alice's woman's hand.

I went to sleep thinking about her. I woke up thinking about her. When I awoke, I was hard again - for Alice.

I lived for the weekends I would spend at Terry's house. I had my best friend, our sport and fun together, and I had Alice, focus of all my youthful affection and unbridled but secret desire.

From Alice's side, there was only one change in all this, but it was a very important change.

When we were at Terry's house, at table, and Alice was floating around us serving food and spoiling us as usual, she occasionally touched me. It was almost nothing, but it made my heart leap and my already hard cock jerk too. She had the habit of ruffling Terry's hair quite often, or squeezing his neck, causing him to duck his head and wriggle. One day, following some ribald remark or other she ruffled our hair, Terry's and mine at the same time. It was a giant leap forward for me, and my chest swelled up with hope and anticipation. I couldn't help smiling with inner pride. It was the first time I had felt her soft hand on me since that earth shattering day a few weeks before when her palm had received my seminal fluid and her fingers had squeezed the head of my youthful penis for the last time, milking the residual drops of liquid and pleasure from me. I waited impatiently for the next occasion she would touch me, and it became a ritual, each time we were at table; it was enough to just to say something amusing, make her laugh, and the teasing began. And occasionally, the touching.

Chapter Two - Summer......

Spring slipped away, and as we drifted into summer and towards the end of school term, I began to think about getting a job, once the exams were finished. Terry and I had both been doing pretty well at school, academically and in sport. Terry, the cleverer of us two was already planning to stay on and continue his studies at college or university, but I'd had enough; I wanted to get out of school, work, earn money, to be a grown-up, so I began to search for opportunities and careers.

During this period of balmy summer weather that was now beginning, Terry and I carried on spending our leisure time together, but on the sporting level, we both gradually and separately channelled our energies into specialist events - prompted by the looming school sports competition and the desire to prove that we were the best. We were strong, fit, fast; we could have done anything, any event, and done it well, but we were keen to impress everyone, especially the girls around us at school. So we elected to go for specialist training and intense practise, each in his own event. To show the world that we were winners, perhaps future champions, we worked hard at being the best.

Terry, one of the best runners in school over 440 yards or more, concentrated hard on his running and I went for high jump. I was good over sprints, but I knew that there were one or two who might have the edge on the big day, so I worked on weights at the local gym to improve my leg strength, and on jumping technique. In those days, western roll was the main style taught at school, but for a while I had been watching the technique of the veteran Russian, Valery Brumel and others, and managed to acquire a neat straddle which I knew would allow me to improve my heights. The newly developed and much discussed technique which eventually became known as the ?Fosbury Flop' was out of the question, since the school had no super-soft landing pads like those at international venues. We couldn't risk breaking our necks falling headfirst into a sandpit. But with my fast improving straddle, barring accidents, muscle injury or nervous technical errors, I knew I could win the senior high jump, even if there were others older than me in the frame for the title. I was going to pass the six foot barrier, and I would one day be the new British hope in high jumping, much needed after so many years without a true world champion. I believed it.

Exams were finished, I was feeling confident about forthcoming results, and as the end of school term approached and the school sports day rushed upon us, I felt really good about my training. And, following one or two successful interviews for jobs, I was more and more self-assured about my future.

I was also feeling more confident around girls of my age.

I had started seeing Susan, who was a student in the same year during this period. My head and my heart were full of Alice, but more and more, Susan began to figure in my adolescent thoughts. Slowly but surely, my focus on Alice was dragged away at odd times by Susan's existence. She was slim and willowy, with frizzy brown hair and I found her really pretty, with her deep brown eyes, her small nose and generous mouth, a great smile. We first started talking properly during a school outing, when we found ourselves sitting together on the coach for two and a half hours on the outward journey. During the ride our arms brushed, and I was reminded of those visits to the cinema with Terry and his mother, when the pressure of Alice's arm was enough to trigger off my throbbing erection in the darkened salle. Susan and I got on so well, that I for one was disappointed when the first part of the day came to an end and we were obliged to leave the coach for lunch, a castle tour followed by a nature ramble in separate groups.

Later, at the end of a long afternoon, weary from our walking, Susan and I quite naturally and spontaneously linked again up and settled down in the coach, side by side for the return journey. Seeing her gorgeous open smile as she flopped into her seat ahead of me, I had the feeling that she was as pleased to see me as I was to see her. I had noticed for the first time too, her tiny waist and pert bum under her school summer dress, as she mounted the steps to the coach.

Despite my ?experience' with Alice, I had a long way to go before finding real confidence and total ease with girls. But I soon felt pretty relaxed with Susan, and we were able to find lots of things to talk about - mostly about school, about studying, and about sport. Susan was in the school netball team, and I had noticed her before, on the school netball court during matches. She was not a bad player at all, despite being small, and her slim shapely legs impressed me, outdoors in sharp cold weather which made her flesh pink. The nice thing about watching the girls play netball was seeing real female legs and thighs, those parts which were usually well covered inside school, revealed as they jumped and ran and their sports skirts flew up in the draught. And watching all those multiple bouncing, pouting breasts on their nubile adolescent bodies, especially when it was cold, when we could actually make out their hard budding nipples underneath their sports blouses. There was always a good crowd of gawping young male spectators for the girls events, whatever the sport.

During the return ride from that school day out, I was enjoying the touch of Susan's arm against mine as we unconsciously sat closer, and I couldn't help feeling more than a little tumescent. As the journey progressed, the conversation between Susan and me gradually slowed down, tiredness and the rhythm of the coach finally took over to the extent that her eyes closed and she nodded off. Within minutes, her arm pressed harder against mine, and her head dropped gently down onto my shoulder. She was breathing deeply. I felt like I was on the first few hesitant steps to a new and very different heaven, and it felt great.

I thought of Alice, because recently, every time I had an erection, it was Alice that I thought of. Now, I had a very different kind of female alongside me. A lot younger, pretty too, but inexperienced, I guessed. There was no odour of woman's perfume this time, no caressing mother's hands, no cleavage to look at. Only the beginnings of breasts just visible under Susan's school dress, a vague scenty soap-smell, and the soft cheek of a pleasing schoolgirl pressing onto my shoulder. But it was enough to cause the blood to flow into the veins of my penis and awaken the kind of desire that Alice had done so very often, whether she had been around me or not

My natural instinct would have been to masturbate, had it been possible there. For the moment, I just enjoyed this novel feeling of being with a girl of my own age, and being sexually stimulated by her presence, the pressure of her head on my shoulder and the rhythm of her breathing. I closed my eyes, leaned back and enjoyed the moment and the throbbing in my penis all scrunched up in my Y-Fronts, before eventually finding it necessary to un-scrunch it slyly, and allow the blood to flow properly through the whole length of my now solid penis.

The coach arrived, finally at school. Susan woke up, and we all hurriedly gathered our things together to descend from the coach and go home. I loitered timidly outside, waiting for Susan to appear and managed to find the courage to ask her if she wanted to meet one day after school. To my delight, she smiled a huge smile and, with heart beating fast, I suggested a walk in the park the following Monday.

That weekend, I was staying at Terry's house. Alice's house.

As usual, I was pre-occupied by the presence of Terry's mother and her amazing beauty, as she did everything for us - meals and so on. And as usual, I had an erection almost permanently whilst she was in the room, even when she was not. At night, before going to sleep, notwithstanding Terry's presence in his own bed alongside me, I couldn't stop myself from masturbating deliciously under the sheets, images of Alice obsessing my imagination, fuelled by my strong souvenirs of that interlude, which seemed so long ago but so fresh in my memory. But at the same time, tiny thoughts of Susan began to creep into the fantasy.

That weekend, Alice announced with a big smile that she was going to re-decorate the spare bedroom. The room in question had been, it seemed, a total disgrace for a few years, full of unused stuff, old furniture, Terry's old toys from way back, a ?glory hole' as Alice called it. Now was the time to clear it out completely and make it into a proper guest bedroom, she declared.

And I was to be the first guest in the new guest bedroom.

I was bowled over by this sudden announcement. I was to have my own bedroom at Terry's - Alice's house! My mind simply boggled. My own private bedroom, my own washbasin, my own wardrobe. My own personal space. This meant first, that I could masturbate in complete privacy as often as I liked, without having to think about Terry being in the same room. I allowed my imagination to run a lot further than that. I began to have fantasies of sharing my new bedroom with Alice, long nights of passion with the object of my eternal desire, though I knew that was remote from reality, young and fanciful as I was.

Whatever might happen next, it was the most amazing news I could have imagined, and I welcomed it with the enthusiasm of any sex-driven youth. I readily agreed to give them a hand and make a start the following weekend on clearing out the room.

Chapter Three - Susan....

The following Monday, I met Susan for the first time after school. It was a shy, hesitant meeting at first, and we continued talking as we had done on the coach during the school excursion, learning bits about each other. But this time, after an hour of strolling in the park near where she lived, I hesitantly took her hand in mine. To my surprise and pleasure, she didn't pull her hand back; she squeezed my hand and smiled up at me. I knew it was going to be alright, and my penis was very hard in no time at all, holding her tiny, soft hand for the first time. I was so hard, and so quickly in fact, that my foreskin was pulled back against the cloth of my Y-Fronts, exposing my head of my uncovered prick to a sharp and uncomfortable friction.

I tried to walk normally, which wasn't easy. We walked and talked, and finally drifted towards a park bench where we sat, holding hands. Before sitting, I managed to turn away from Susan and re-arrange my now throbbing erection in my Y-Fronts, and ease the discomfort. I knew that the next move was up to me, but it took me a while to build up the courage. Step one: my arm slipped around Susan's back and onto her shoulder. I didn't need to pull her close; she fell against my arm and side and turned her face towards mine, chin raised up. Kissing was okay, I thought.

And kiss we did. For the very first time I tasted a serious kiss with a girl. I say ?tasted' because there was a strawberry taste to her soft lips, which I couldn't help noticing immediately. Strawberry flavoured lipstick. And toothpaste very faintly behind it. Our lips met. Hers were so soft, so pliant, and we pressed forward in our inexperienced way, moving our mouths in débutant circles, enjoying this new step forward into adulthood. The idea of pushing my tongue into her mouth did not occur to me, nor the idea of searching for her young breasts with my hands. Lack of knowledge again, about the art of kissing and the rest. But it was most enjoyable, this first time, and my cock was straining against the cloth of my Y-Fronts inside my summer trousers. I was afraid the bulge would be visible, but Susan's eyes were closed and her concentration was solely on the kiss, which neither of us seemed to want to break. It went on and on, and my throbbing went on and on.

Finally we separated for air, and Susan's head dropped back onto my shoulder; we were both breathing a little harder. It was a good feeling. I couldn't help wondering, even at this special moment, how it would be to kiss Alice. Then the thought went away, as I heard Susan say: "That was nice Tony". Then her head came back up, and we looked into each other's eyes for a while, both smiling.

I replied timidly: "Yes, that was nice Susan". My head dipped again, our mouths came together, and we kissed some more. As we did so, I increased the pressure of my lips against hers, moved my mouth in bigger circles, showing more passion than before. Susan responded accordingly, pressed back and even moaned slightly, which I took to be approval. This time the kiss was even better, and when we broke, we were both breathless. I wanted badly to ejaculate.

As the kissing progressed, remembering Alice's fingers on my cheek, I placed my hand on Susan's face and stroked it very lightly, which she seemed to like; her arm slipped across my belly and around my waist and she pulled me towards her a little, squeezed gently. I was afraid her arm would touch my nearly vertical penis and she would realise what state I was in. Then, pressing closer, I felt her young, firm breast against my rib cage. I thought immediately of grapefruit-sized woman's breasts, couldn't stop myself. I could tell her breast was smaller than Alice's. But it didn't matter, I was enjoying this beginners' uncomplicated necking session with my first teenage love.

Each time we kissed, the embrace went on longer, until we were forced to break again for air; and my penis seemed to get harder and harder. I thought I might come in my pants, such was the excitement generated by those kisses. I stopped thinking about Alice.

Finally, Susan announced that she had to go. She was already late, and her parents would worry, not knowing why she didn't get home from school at the normal time. I had no such problem, as I often spent my after-school time with Terry and got home much later. No-one asked questions at our house.

We finally let go of each other, got up and walked together hand in hand towards her house, a short distance from the park. At the end of the street where she lived, we kissed again and parted. We knew we would be meeting again. And soon.

I didn't tell Terry any of this. I don't know why; I guess I didn't want Alice to find out and think I was cheating on her.

I wanted to see Susan again, and couldn't wait to talk to her at school, though opportunities weren't so frequent. But we did manage to sneak away from school three days later, as far as the park again during the lunch break. This time, our kissing was less than timid, as both of us began to get used to the newly discovered pleasure and overcome our earlier inhibitions sufficiently to press our young bodies together, standing up with my back leaning against a large oak tree in a quiet corner of the park.

Our summer clothing enhanced the feeling of almost body against body. I knew my erection under my summer trousers was impossible to ignore, but Susan said nothing. I felt Susan's breasts pressing against my thin shirt covered chest through her bra and summer blouse. It was a delicious feeling, to hold my young sweetheart in my arms like this for the first time, and I was carried away by a sense of euphoria.

I began to think more and more now about discovering Susan's body.

Chapter Four - The Guest Room......

The following weekend, Terry and I helped Alice to empty the ?glory hole' of all the unused stuff, so that she could arrange for a decorator to come and make a new guest bedroom of it during the following week. It was warm that weekend, and despite our light clothing, we all sweated - that is to say: Terry and I sweated and Alice perspired - from the effort of carting stuff downstairs to the garden shed, which was to be the new home, or glory hole, for whatever they decided to keep. Some was destined to be thrown out definitively, and lightweight stuff we were able to jettison via the bedroom window down to the yard below. It took a few hours, broken up by lunch and lots of cold drinks, slavishly prepared by a smiling and indefatiguable Alice.

Watching Alice as she worked, wearing only a tee-shirt and shorts was a new delight for me. Her long slender thighs and calves were magnificent, and her neck and bare arms were so pale and smooth and soft; even covered in a light film of perspiration she was my dream woman. If anything, the perspiration somehow enhanced her sexuality. I wanted to caress her flesh everywhere, wanted to lick her skin from head to toe. I was able to see better than ever her woman's breasts outlined under the tee-shirt, and could just make out the shape of her nipples. These became more evident as time went on and the tee-shirt clung to her moist body. I struggled to contain my erection in my shorts, so that it wouldn't be obvious to the others. There was this constant throbbing of my penis, and I enjoyed the feeling, knowing that it was all for Alice.

I began to get more mentally excited too, realising that probably the next time I came to spend the weekend, the room would be all mine! I was already anticipating my first masturbation session in my new bedroom, dedicated of course to Alice - and maybe just a little to Susan. As this thought flickered through my head, I realised that Susan did distract me from my usual and predictable fantasies. I was thinking of Susan more than ever, and she was slowly becoming part of the focus of my desires. Shared desires at first, but nevertheless real. And she was surely more accessible to me than my best friend's mother, Alice, could ever be. Even though I suspected that Susan had no experience of sex yet.

Over the two days, we finally emptied the junk room, leaving just bare boards and dirty walls late Sunday afternoon. Afterwards, we took our baths in sequence. The bathroom was shared, and I was first to go; I was well and truly ready for my first masturbation session of the day, having suffered a powerful erection most of the day drooling secretly over Alice's shimmering, perspiring body.

Under instructions not to be long in the bathroom, I simply lay back in the warm water, soaped my cock and within a very short time was spurting seminal fluid onto my chest. The relief was wonderful, as I once again retreated into the reverie of Alice's hands caressing me. The seminal discharge was soon dissipated into the soap suds. As I dressed in clean shirt and shorts, I tried to imagine how Alice would look, leaning back into the bath, washing her body. I had to close off my mind to these imaginary pictures, or risk going downstairs with a visible tent under my shorts once again. My young cock seemed totally out of control.

Back home later on Sunday, I spent the evening watching television, and I found myself once again dreaming of Alice in the bath, before it was time for bed and my last ejaculation of the weekend in her imagined and compliant company.

Chapter Five - Susan and a faux pas...

I wished the next week away. But not without stealing another opportunity to meet Susan in the park in the balmy late afternoon, my back against the same tree, to hold her soft, slim young body pressed to mine, to feel my erection against her belly and her breasts against my chest. My arms were wrapped around her totally, pulling her against me, her hands were held lightly against my rib cages. It was so good, the pressure of her body, that I wanted to come there and then against her, in my underpants.

Things had to progress, I thought. Kissing Susan was great; feeling her soft young body against mine was bliss. But I wanted more.

This time, without reflecting too much about what I was doing, I dipped my knees slightly, almost instinctively, bringing my penis against Susan's lower belly. Then a little lower. There was no immediate reaction from Susan, so I dipped even lower, until my now rock hard cock was against her pubes. I pressed forward. She pulled back, tore her mouth from mine, making a slightly embarrassing smacking sound as our lips separated. Her head turned downwards and her forehead leaned lightly against my chest, but her lower body was now a foot away from mine.

We were both breathing heavily. Neither of us said anything for a moment, then, I thought I ought to say something: "Sorry, Susan, I got a bit carried away". I said quietly, regretting this adolescent haste generated by my aching cock.

"It's okay Tony" was her simple response, then, with a sigh: "Maybe it's a bit soon, that's all".

We stayed that way for several minutes, her head on my chest and our lower bodies separated by what seemed a vast space. Despite my goof, I still had this terrible hard on, and longed to press it back against Susan's body again. But I held back, waiting for her next move or her next words. Our breathing slowed. After a while her head turned back up to mine. She kissed me briefly on the lips, and suggested we return to school now.

That was it. In modern parlance: I had blown it. Susan was not ready for sex, not like me. She probably didn't know much about sex at all, I thought - not that I knew a whole lot more, but at least I knew what masturbation was. Maybe Susan didn't even know that. Anyway, I was convinced she wouldn't want to see me again, and all the way back to school I was kicking myself inwardly for my clumsiness. We didn't even hold hands any more. My erection finally went down.

Back at school, we went our separate ways without a word. I watched her walk towards the girls' cloakroom, but she didn't look back.

Now, all I could do was look forward to the weekend, when I would get to see Terry and his mother Alice again.

Chapter Six - My new room....

Finally, the weekend arrived, and after school on Friday I ran home like I was Jim Ryun setting a new world record 1500m record. I knew it was possible, he was only a year older than me. But at the same time, I wondered if it would be detrimental to my high jump training. Anyway, after gulping down a sandwich and a glass of milk and grabbing my overnight duffle bag, I was soon on the home straight, flat out on my way to Terry's house and my new room.

When I got there, Alice was out shopping, but Terry was already home, so he showed me the room. Well, it wasn't finished, but it was habitable; a new carpet had been laid. There was still some wallpapering still to do around the window looking down onto the small yard below, but there weren't any curtains, just nets.

Nonetheless I was just overwhelmed with joy, to see my new bed, my new wardrobe, my washbasin all ready to be used. I threw my duffle bag on the newly made bed, and detected a little sadness in Terry's voice as he explained that ?the man' was coming back next week to finish off the decorations. I guessed his sadness was probably because he had got used to having my company all the time in his own room. It was true we had had lots of fun and laughs together at bedtime. I thought: anyway, we would be together all the rest of the time as usual, except for sleeping, and maybe he would appreciate the privacy himself in future. After all, masturbation was best done in complete privacy, unless it could be with a girl. Or, in my case, with Alice. My reverie on that subject continued non-stop.

Later, Alice returned. Dressed in shorts and a loose cotton top, she looked sensational, and I was tumescent as soon as I heard the Morris Minor arrive on the driveway in front of the house. Terry and I ran to help her with the shopping, and straight away she asked me what I thought of the new bedroom. Of course, she could see that I was pleased, and I didn't hesitate to thank her for the trouble she had taken to get it ready for me. We all had a late tea together, before spending the evening watching television. Sitting alongside Terry on the sofa of the lounge, I was constantly hard, as usual, full of the urgency of going to my new bedroom and rubbing my aching penis, to make it spurt before sleep, a feeling enhanced by Alice's presence across from me in her armchair, her long, pale legs crossed before my very eyes. Occasionally she would look over at us and smile. Sometimes she would sigh, which pushed her breasts against her cotton top, and my cock would jerk in automatic reaction. I loved the feeling.

That night, it seemed that my last ejaculation before sleep was stronger than it had been for quite a while; my new bedroom created for me a new and a very special intimacy, as though I was sharing it with the spirit, if not the body, of Alice.

Saturday flew past so quickly. Alice decided we should all go to the cinema on Saturday evening, and it was then that something new happened, which gave me hope again that Alice would one day be mine.

It was during the film, in the dark, towards the end of the main feature, that Alice's hand somehow dropped onto my knee. I wasn't expecting it; it made me start. At first, I thought it was an accident. Her hand just very, very lightly dropped onto my knee, just like that. I was wearing shorts, as the others were too. My tumescent cock was hard as it could be in seconds, and I looked down at the back of Alice's pale hand. I sneaked a look across at her, then further over to Terry on her other side, barely visible in the darkened salle, and it was clear that her other hand was not on Terry's knee. Sometimes during horror films, Alice had been known to grab both our arms and squeeze, but this was not one of those films, it was just a western. I was dumbstruck for a moment, and my heart beat incredibly fast, as I enjoyed the light pressure of Alice's cool, still hand on the flesh of my leg and the delicious throbbing in my cock.

Her hand stayed there unmoving for several minutes and Alice went on watching the film, not looking one way or the other. Then almost imperceptibly her fingers began to squeeze my knee, then eased off and moved very slowly up along my bare thigh, palm down, fingers on the inside of my slightly tensed thigh muscle. Alice's squeezing fingers couldn't stay imperceptible for long. I thought I would come in my Y-Fronts if she so much as brushed her hand against my turgid young penis. For several minutes her hand moved up and down my thigh like that, lightly caressing and then squeezing my thigh, but not quite reaching the danger zone of my cock.

I was in heaven again. But all too soon, the film ended, and as the lights slowly brightened, Alice took her hand away, leaving me with an intense aching in my balls, my cock and my lower stomach. How I wanted to spurt again. For Alice.

As we stood up to leave the cinema, Alice turned towards us and gave us one of her wonderful, open smiles. " Did you like that?" she asked, meaning the film, of course. Or perhaps not. Terry and I replied together, affirmative, but Alice and I knew the double meaning of the question.

That night, my masturbation was as intense as ever; now I had a new fantasy in my head, new memories to relish and re-live.

Chapter Seven - The school championships....

The big day came finally. Terry and I were both ready for the physical trials that lay ahead; our bodies were honed to perfection, and we were determined to win our events. I had only the high jump to contend with; Terry the 440 and 880 yards. So Terry had a lot more to do, as both of his races required a lot of energy. But he had been training hard and felt up to the challenge.

Alice was there to cheer us both. And Susan was there to cheer me, I hoped, when my event began at the end of the afternoon.

Terry finally had mixed results. He was beaten into third place by two boys just that bit fleeter over the shorter distance. I really felt for him; he got under 60 seconds, which was not bad on a thick turf field, but if you lose by a yard, you lose. And there were two of them in that yard. An hour later, he won the 880 yards by a street in 2m 23s. After both races, Alice was there to hug him and kiss his cheek, making Terry's panting cheeks even redder. I was there to console him first time, and later share his joy. Seeing Alice clasp Terry to her bosom, you can imagine how I felt, wanting to trade places with him. Maybe my turn would come later, I thought, resolving to win the high jump or die in the attempt.

Exhausted, disappointed by his first setback but totally exhilerated by his later win, Terry plopped down on a grass bank with his mother near the high jump pit, and I joined them, waiting for my event to be called.

As the time ticked by, I was afraid of two things: having an erection which would impair my performance in this very important high jump competition because of Alice's close proximity. And: finally losing for any reason; I simply had to win, and impress Alice and Terry. And Susan, whom I now saw coming over towards the sand pit with a gang of girls from her class.

This was the last event of the day, there was nothing else to watch, and a mix of boredom or interest caused people to drift our way. A wide circle of pupils, teachers and familiies formed around the run-up fan, and one of the teachers had to move the circle back to allow us competitors enough room to make a decent approach to the bar

I think the stress finally made my cock lose it's turgidity. As I warmed up and did what we called in those days some ?muscle stretching' the swelling went away and I began to relax, feeling loose and strong, ready to take on the world. I felt some fear and excitement at the same time, knowing that in that buzzing, rippling crowd of people there was Alice, Terry and Susan. I couldn't escape the feeling that all of their eyes were on me; I felt at once proud and terrified.

We finally got the high jump under way, and during the competition, I missed only two clearances - one at 5 feet 7ins, and one at 6 feet. But 5 feet 11 ins won me the title of School High Jump Champion (Senior), and I felt I was king of the world for the rest of the day. Alice and Terry rushed over to me together, and Alice threw her arms around me for the very first time ever and hugged me close, reaching up and kissing my cheek, for I was quite a few inches taller than her. The sport over, my young cock filled up again with the joy of being in Alice's embrace. I was a little sweaty, my arms and legs covered in builders' sand, but I didn't pull back; I was the hero for those few moments, and I savoured to the limit the feel of Alice's breasts pressed against my chest for the first time, like twin grapefruits.

I glanced over to Susan, but she had already started to leave the scene of my famous victory, along with her friends. She looked back once, a tiny smile on her face, but she didn't come over to say anything to me, as I would have loved her to. I wasn't sure what the smile meant, but I hoped it left me with a chance of seeing her and holding her in my arms again one day.

Though dirty, tired, aching in my legs and hips, the results of my acrobatics as I tumbled over the bar a hundred times into a hard sand-filled pit, I convinced myself that nothing hurt any more. I smiled like a proverbial cheshire cat as I headed towards the school building and the showers.

My real and unexpected reward for all the training and effort I had put in to become senior high jump champion was to be bestowed upon me two days later.

Chapter Eight - The picnic...

School was finished for the week, and once again I found myself with what almost now seemed like my foster family, for the weekend.

Saturday slipped by, and for once, Terry and I didn't do much physical stuff at all. We were both in our own separate ways in a kind of post-championship tristesse, mentally and physically tired. We felt like doing nothing at all, so the day drifted by. We sat and watched television; Alice fed us as usual and I watched her as usual, longing for her touch, which came at unexpected moments at table. A hand on my shoulder, a pat on the neck; whatever it was I welcomed it as though I was her lover, but not daring to reciprocate the affection. As we lazed in front of the television, Alice brought us drinks and cake, occasionally calling us ?champions' who needed to feed our bodies as well as to recharge the batteries for next week. She also made the odd remark about having all the pretty girls at school chasing after the new champions - which was exactly what we wanted, but didn't really expect.

All I wanted was Alice. Maybe Susan, if Alice was still impossible to have.

The following day was a stunning summer's day, of the kind we used to get in those days before everything was turned upside down, climate-wise. Alice decided we would all go for a picnic. So, mid-morning, Alice packed up all sorts of goodies, sandwiches, cakes and drinks in carrier bags, serviettes, some blankets and cushions to sit on, and we all piled into the Morris Minor to head off for a quiet place she knew in the country.

The ride took about an hour. Alice was able to park the Morris about 400 yards from a fast running stream, where there was a small sheltered clearing, and room to spread out our blankets. It was a paradisical corner of the countryside, with trees all around, calm and wind free. We soon relaxed to appreciate the peace and the sunshine.

Terry and I were quickly stripped down to our shorts, torso bare. Alice had a bathing costume under her light summer dress, and after a while she slipped the dress off entirely, leaving her wonderful swan neck, long, slim arms and legs bare. The modest bathing costume was quite high at the front, but showed the bulge of her breasts to perfection, with just a hint of cleavage. The effect on my cock was immediate, and I had to turn over at first to conceal my bulge and later to unravel my member, scrunched up as usual, and allow it to expand fully. The feeling of sun on my body and being there in that clearing with my best friend Terry and his mother Alice, listening to the faint sound of fast flowing water below and the birds singing, was just one of the most perfect moments of my life up to now.

We chatted, we bantered, Terry and I made Alice laugh. We recounted over and over our achievements in the school sports, exaggerating our prowess, until we became almost World Champions in our own minds. And Alice told us again how proud she was of us, doing what we did in front of the whole school. We ate and drank, and as the afternoon slipped away, we dozed and the bantering slowed, then stopped.

I must have gone off to sleep, as the next thing I heard was Alice's voice.

"Anthony. Are you asleep, or just pretending?"

I opened my eyes groggily and looked over to where Alice was sitting, bare legs folded underneath her bum, one arm supporting her weight. The sun was behind her, and I I could see only the dark outline of her bathing costume clad body against the light. I realised immediately that my considerable erection hadn't gone down whilst I dozed, and was causing a noticeable tent in my summer shorts. I wondered if Alice had seen it.

I realised also that Terry wasn't there.

"Oh.......where's Terry?" I asked.

I sensed that Alice had been watching me whilst I dozed. She replied: "He wanted to go down to the stream, stretch his legs a bit. He spoke to you, but you didn't reply. I asked him not to wake you, so he set off by himself in the direction of the bank further down. He said there are some deeper pools near here. I think he got bored just doing nothing, needed to find something to do with himself. He can't be lazy for too long, that son of mine".

I replied again: "Oh....okay. Maybe I can catch him up".

I looked at Alice's silhouette again. Instantly, she sort of scooted towards me on her knees, then settled back onto her bum, pushing her legs out in front of her, slightly bent. She held out her one arm, smiled her wide mouthed smile, said: "Come over here and put you head in my lap if you want to sleep a bit more".

I didn't need asking twice. I slid over, twisted around, stretched my legs out again, my head resting on Alice's soft, bare upper thigh. I adjusted my head a little so that my neck and part of my shoulder touched her flesh. This was the next step to heaven, I thought, lying here with my head in Alice's lap, just inches from a real vagina. That's what it was called, wasn' it? I closed my eyes, hardly daring to breathe. My cock was as hard as I ever remember it being since it had been in Alice's long fingers, such a long time ago as it seemed. The monster pushed up against my shorts and vibrated endlessly, and I knew it was useless to try to hide it from her eyes. I lay and I relaxed into her softness. And I waited.

"Terry used to like to sleep like this, on my lap; we would stay like this for hours. Sometimes I'd get pins and needles in my legs. But I'd let him sleep".

I listened to the softness of her voice, almost wistful. I enjoyed the moment, just as Terry would have done. Then, I felt the softest of pressure on my naked chest; Alice's hand. It touched, it stayed there, I opened my eyes, looked up into Alice's face. Her eyes were hardly discernible against the sky behind her head. I'm sure my own eyes showed a startled expression. Alice's hand moved, her cool fingers and palm slid lightly across my warm chest, left and right, then she spoke again. "You have a nice body Anthony. I liked to see you high jump so well. You have nice strong legs too. I was really proud of you both at the school sports day".

I started to say something, but she spoke before I could. "It was nice, that time, when I came onto the balcony and saw you there - rubbing yourself. Did you like what I did for you, Anthony?"

I gulped, and sort of mumbled: "Yes" and my heart leapt violently in my chest. I was certain that Alice felt the banging underneath her hand as she stroked my skin. Oddly, this was the first time that either of us had mentioned the events of that day; here was Alice bringing it up as though it had been a pleasant interlude for us both, rather than the most exciting and selfish event of my young life.

Her fingers continued to slide across my chest, then almost imperceptibly, drifted downwards. My cock was rigid with yearning, and I felt that if Alice's hand as much as touched the end of it, I would explode right there and then inside my shorts. As though reading my mind, Alice's hand slipped down to the waistband of my shorts and whispered: "If you'd like me to do it again for you, Anthony.....why don't you pull down your shorts a little?"

My chest was thumping, my cock was twitching like crazy, as I lifted up my bum and eased down my shorts over my Y-Fronts, then did the same with my underpants, allowing my hard, hot, intensely swollen and bursting organ to spring into sight and into the warm summer air. I looked up at Alice, barely seeing the colour of her eyes; she was looking at my cock as though admiring it - or was it my imagination? Her hand slid down onto my belly, her fingers slipped through my pubic hairs, and in an instant were wrapped around my hardness, which was pointing upwards to the sky; she held it very lightly, not squeezing at all. Her thumb was flat against the end knob, which was very moist, and her fingers entirely around it's length.

Her hand stayed still; I suspected that she was afraid I would fire off immediately if she squeezed or rubbed. I was on the next rung to paradise, and I knew that, in view of my total excitement, if she thought that, then she was not at all wrong.

Alice leaned forward slightly, and I felt the light pressure of her breast against the top of my head. With her free hand, she took mine and brought it up to her bare arm. Accepting the invitation, I began to caress her forearm and then her upper arm with my hot hand. For the very first time I was caressing Alice's bare woman's flesh, and again my cock jerked in response. I had to strain not to ejaculate.

Then, I felt Alice fidget a little, and whisper again: "Scoot around a bit, Anthony". I lifted my bum again, and felt a deep regret as momentarily Alice's hand left my cock. I settled back down at right angles to Alice's body, in time to see her lean forward again and slip her bathing costume off her shoulders, revealing to my amazed upward gaze, the most wonderful grapefruit-sized breasts and tiny nipples pointing down, hanging down towards my face. Without hesitation, Alice placed a hand under my head and drew my head up towards a breast.

"Suck my nipple, Anthony. Go on, it's alright, take it into your mouth and suck it for me, nicely please".

Without hesitation, she guided my mouth, and my lips closed around the nipple of the breast of Alice, my best friend's mother. My rock hard cock jerked again, and Alice's hand resumed its grip around my hardness. Hesitantly, I sucked her nipple, pressing my tongue flat against it, feeling its rubbery texture, tasting a hint of salt on her flesh.

Alice began to slide her hand along the length of my cock, then said: "Go on, suck harder, I like it".

I sucked harder, then harder as Alice's hand gripped my cock more firmly, squeezed and began to rub up and down, her thumb pressing against the knob once more.

I was close to coming, and Alice knew it from the intensity of my sucking. I was afraid I would suck too hard, even bite her nipple, and hurt my darling Alice. I heard her moan lightly, as she rubbed my solid length harder and then suddenly, without warning, my whole lower body leapt upwards, pressing my cock into her fist, as the most exquisite orgasm began to travel up from my balls, into the length of my cock. I gasped, momentarily loosing my mouth from her breast. There was an incredible and copious eruption of seminal fluid, shooting up into the air, before Alice's hand moved over the eye of my cock and deflected the rest of the liquid into her palm, and then towards my belly and pubic hairs. I was sure and certain that I would never feel such intensity of pleasure again, as the seminal fluid gushed and gushed over Alice's hand and over me.

My whole body was quaking, my legs were trembling, and I continued gasping for a moment, before reclaiming her nipple back into my mouth, breathing hard through my nose. Alice waited, and just as I thought the climax was more or less over, she squeezed the head of my cock with her thumb and finger again and again, milking the last few drops of fluid from the eye into her hand. I sucked firmly on her nipple again, enjoying the revival of pleasure, and listening to her soft moans.

For what seemed like several minutes, Alice's hand stayed motionless around my cock, which was now shrinking. There was seminal fluid everywhere. Alice slipped her nipple away from my adoring mouth, reached over towards the picnic things nearby, grabbed a serviette and began to wipe both her hand and my lower body. All the time, my eyes were glued to her wonderful breasts, still hanging down towards my face. Then, Alice quickly pulled up her errant bathing costume, and I regretfully lost sight of those wondrous orbs, except for her slight cleavage above.

"I hope you liked that, Anthony" she said. "I did, it was really nice. We must do it again sometime soon, okay?"

I could do no more than nod my agreement; as usual, I was dumbstruck, couldn't find the way to say how much I loved her and a whole lot more.

"Terry should be back soon, so let's make sure everything looks in order, shall we?"

I reluctantly sat up and bagan to pull up my underpants and shorts and cover my sticky shame, before returning to sit a little way off from Alice. As she fussed to arrange her bathing costume top decently, I simply gazed at her in what must have looked like obvious adoration. She caught my stare.

"Don't look like that Anthony. It makes me think you're sad. You're not sad are you? It was nice wasn't it"

I almost cried out then that I was in love with her, but somehow I couldn't find the courage to utter the words. So I nodded, and said "Yes, it was really special for me. I'm not sad at all, really I'm not".

Soon we were both tidy and all appearances of monkey-business were eliminated. Alice lay back and closed her eyes, as we waited for Terry to come back from his riverside explorations. As she lay there, without looking at me, she said, almost wistfully: "Say my name, Anthony. Call me Alice, just this once".

I replied, voice shaking: "Alice", and once again swallowed the rest of the sentence I so desperately wanted to utter. She smiled softly and settled back on the blanket.

Time seemed to stand still. I just sat looking at the outlines of Alice's wonderful body, her beautiful face, her long shapely legs laid there before me on the blanket, and reflected on what had just happened. For the second time, Alice had taken me in hand and given me the most incredible feelings of sexual release. This time, it was not because she had caught me in flagrant délit with my cock in my own hand, but because she had chosen, and wanted to do what she had done. She had seized the moment to pleasure me, and at the same time had taken her own seeming delight from having my mouth on her nipple. I was struggling to take all this in, when, after what must have been several minutes, Alice sat up once more and suggested I go look for Terry, who had now been away for more than an hour - though I had completely lost track of time.

Terry never came back that day.

I searched and seached, then Alice joined me, finally panicking and rushing to the car to drive away and find help, whilst I continued to scan the river bank for what seemed like miles and miles, upstream and down.

With the fall of darkness, Terry's body was found by police searchers, at the bottom of a deep pool, almost two miles from the clearing where Alice and I had shared our moments of passion and pleasure.

We never found out what happened that day, why Terry drowned. We never had time to say goodbye, none of us.

End of this part......if you think there should be another sequel about Alice and Anthony, then I await your comments.