Several days passed since I lost my virginity to Juliet, Mom's best friend next door. She was an amazing mature woman who allowed me to share this beautiful moment with her, one I would never forget.
My mom had never found out about our encounter, or any of the future ones we would share together. Although open minded, would she have allowed my first time to be shared with her best friend?
They'd been friends for years, sharing many laughs, cries and lots of bottled wine. Juliet was, in a way, a second mother to me. She watched me grow into this strapping young man before her.
Over the next few days, Juliet popped in to share a glass with my mom. She'd always be gracious, speaking to me as if nothing had happened between us. Inside, I was burning deep to be with her once again, I believe she wanted it too.
Juliet had given me her private cell number, where on the odd occasion I would receive a text message. "I'm thinking of you sweetie!", as well as, "The memory of our last time is fresh in my mind, we need to do it again soon!"
I would lay in bed, images of her body flashing through my mind. Not only images, it was like watching a movie playing on loop. The first naked woman I'd ever seen. Every part of her was fresh in my mind of that beautiful day.
Those beautiful large breasts I sucked on, a wet pussy she allowed me to lick and eat out, as well as being the first pussy I got to fuck. Every night those memories drove my cock to harden beneath the sheets, every morning I would awaken thinking of her and finding myself hard once more.
It left me with little option but to jerk off, mostly for the satisfaction of getting some sleep. My orgasms were beautiful, she'd made them stronger. My cum shots were like a sparkler, fizzling into the sky, an eruption of beauty before fading from existence.
One night I lay there, thinking of her. My phone buzzed, a text message, at this time?
I inspected it to find a message from Juliet, my heart pounded, what she would say this time. I felt like a child at Christmas, opening his presents, a gift wrapped with so much love.
I opened it, where my eyes boggled. Before me stood not only a few words, but attachments. The words were short, sweet and to the point.
"Saw your light on. Thought you'd like to jerk off to these!"' it read.
My finger rolled the message down where a photo pulled into view. It was Juliet, standing in front of a large mirror, wearing a silk blue nightdress. Her top was pulled down, it hung beneath those two luscious breasts which were on display.
Fully exposed, holding one breast in her hand, as if offering it on a plate for me to suck on. Her nipples were rock hard. My mouth grew wet at the thought of sucking on them both.
My cock reacted, springing into action. It grew hard fast, much harder than I thought possible. It burst through the flap of my boxers, the swelling head rubbed against the sheets.
I pulled them back, exposing my cock to the cool air. It gyrated, did a little merry dance on it's own. The veins along the shaft pulsated and throbbed.
I grasped my fingers around it, holding it tight as I squeezed a little. I began jerking off, up and down. The crowned head bulged, blood rushing into it. The foreskin peeled back, releasing the head from under it's blanket.
My other hand was also busy, keeping hold of the cell. My eyes transfixed on the picture, scrolling up and down as I stared upon every curve of her body.
I discovered multi-tasking wasn't as easy as it appeared, one hand holding the cell, the other working feverishly on my hard cock.
I received a second message, this time just a photo. Juliet had turned around, flashing the camera over her shoulder into the mirror.