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By Ann Douglas
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Part Two
Then in a flash of inspiration, Jim jumped
up from behind the desk and went to the large
cabinet on the other side if the room. On his last
visit over here he had helped clean it out and
remembered seeing the Burke’s wedding album in
there. Mrs. Burke had said another time she’d
love to show him the photographs but that it was
still too painful for her. Of course he understood
he’d told her.
He had to move a few other items to find
the thick book. A large smile filled his face as he
lifted it and carried it back to the desk. Laying the
magazine spread across the top of the desk, he
opened the album beneath it. Quickly passing the
many group shots and church pictures, he stopped
at a large portrait of the bride. A loud whistle
passed his lips. The sandy haired teen looked into
the same bewitching eyes he had seen in the old
centerfold.
There was no mistaking it as he kept
switching from the album to the pictorial. Even
the dates matched up. On the bottom corner of
the wedding scrapbook was the date 11/24/55,
only a few months after the magazine had been on
the newsstands.
“Wow!” he exclaimed once more to the
empty room. “Who’d have ever imagined that?”
A “I know a secret” smirk formed at the
corner of his mouth when he remembered all the
men at his Dad’s store who had admired Mrs.
Burke. Imagine how they’d react if they knew
she’d been a centerfold. They’d be beating down
the door to her house to be first in line.
Jim suddenly became aware of his own
reaction to his discovery. The erection he had
developed from looking at the other magazines
had jumped to epic proportions - straining against
his jeans. He couldn’t remember being so hard
since the first time Jenny Morgan had let him take
off her bra. The sight of those big nipples had
been enough for him to come in his pants.
Undoing his belt and the clasp on his jeans,
Jim had his cock in hand before he realized it. It
felt good in the refrigerated air and the sudden
release reduced the pressure he felt behind it.
His gaze returned to the semi nude photos
of the former Christine Kimball and he found
himself stroking his cock.
“God she was hot!” he though as he
rubbed his manhood, adding a moment later that
in a way she still was.
Running his fingers up and down his hard
cock, Jim couldn’t remember ever feeling this
good simply jerking off to a bunch of magazine
photographs. Then again, none of the women in
the magazines he’d used before had been the cub
scout pack leader when he was 8. That thought
brought back the memory that when he’d first
discovered masturbation later in the 7th grade,
Mrs. Burke had been an often-used image in his
self-gratification.
“Oh yeah, baby,” the young man
murmured softly as she closed his eyes and
pictured an image of Christine Burke in her Den
Mother’s uniform. Or rather partially out of that
blue skirt and yellow blouse.
The sandy haired teen could feel the
familiar explosion building in his balls. He slowed
down the motion of his hand, realizing that he had
better get out his handkerchief quick or he was
going to shoot all over Mr. Burke’s desk.
As he opened his eyes and reached into his
back pocket, Jim’s gaze fell once more on the
glossy photo of Christine’s 21-year-old breasts.
“Oh man, I wonder if her tits still look that
good?” he asked himself out loud as he brought
his handkerchief to the base of his cock.
“Well maybe not that good, but Ron
always said he thought they were still pretty nice.”
The coldest fear Jim had ever felt in his
young life suddenly gripped him as the sound of
Christine Burke’s voice filled the room. His head
snapped up and his hand released his cock as if it
had suddenly become a hot iron. For a moment
he hoped it had been his imagination. A hope that
was quickly dashed when he looked to his left and
saw Christine standing in the doorway to the
study.
Jim was speechless as she calmly walked
across the room, acting as if she walked in on
young men jerking off to her nude pictures every
day of the week. As she got to the edge of the
desk, she looked over and saw the magazine that
Jim had been masturbating to. A warm smile filled
her face.
“That was my first photo shoot.” she said
as she turned the page with an outstretched hand.
“I did two more after that, but Ron always loved
this one the most. That’s how we met you know,
at that shoot. The photographer was a friend of
Ron’s and had invited him over to watch. Not
that he needed his friend to see a naked woman,
even way back then. He was in his first year of
residency then and well acquainted with the nude
female form. Ron was more interested in the
technical aspects of photography than another
look at some tits and ass. Of course thats not the
story we told people when they asked how we
met.”
Jim was now more in shock over
Christine’s casual manner than his being caught in
the act. In fact he forgot all about his cock still
being out, never mind that it had quickly deflated.
“It’s not what you might think,” she
continued in that same calm tone. “A lot of
people back then just assumed that any girl who
would pose for pictures like that also had to be a
slut. Truth was, I went virginal to my wedding
bed.”
Jim was fascinated at the hidden glimpse
into her life, yet at the same time wondered why
she was sharing it. Still he wasn’t about to ask.
“I bet you’re pretty confused right now.”
she grinned as she sat down on the edge of the
desk. “A woman walks in on you sitting in her
house, playing with your cock and instead of
screaming in outrage she starts telling you aspects
of her personal history.”
As she answered part of his unasked
question, Jim remembered his now shriveled cock.
He was unsure if he should now make some
attempt to cover it or just ignore it. Since
Christine hadn’t mentioned it, he finally figured
that drawing attention to it might not be a good
thing to do.
“I just mentioned that because I want you
to know that I wasn’t a slut back then,” she went
on. “Just as I’m in no way a slut now.”
“Why would I think she was a slut now?”
Jim thought. After all, he was the one who had
been jacking off in her house.
“Actually, my walking in on you has a
positive side.” she said in a quieter voice.
“I don’t understand.” Jim replied, finally
finding his voice.
“There’s something I wanted to talk to
you about, something of a somewhat sensitive
nature.” she answered, more than a trace of
hesitation in her voice. “If this isn’t the ice
breaker to beat all, I don’t know what is.”
Jim actually laughed, feeling a little
relieved for the first time since he’d heard her
voice.
“There’s no easy way to ask this, so I
guess straight out is always best.”
The older woman paused for a moment as
if searching for words. Then she simply asked.
“Jim, would you like to sleep with me?”
“What?” Jim asked, the word practically
dying stillborn on his lips.
“Would you like to sleep with me, you
know... sex? I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”
“Me..?”
“Yes you. You have done this before,
haven’t you? I mean you’re not a ....”
“No, I’ve done it before.” Jim said,
although he could count the number of times he
had on one hand.
“Good,” she beamed, a smile that
transcended the years between them.
“Why me?” Jim asked. “I can think of a
dozen men who’d jump at the chance to date
you.”
“Not the answer I really expected.” she
laughed. “I though young men your age were
perpetually horny.”
“We might be. But this young man ties to
think with his big head rather then his little one.”
“Not so little from what I saw.” Christine
laughed. “But the fact that you even hesitate is
one of the reasons. But I guess you do deserve
more of an explanation.”
Christine moved off the desk and settled
into a nearby chair. She took a minute to think
about what she wanted to say.
“You’re right about a lot of men wanting
to date me,” she began. I can’t tell you how
many propositions I’ve had since the funeral.
How many men, some of them even married, want
to help console the grieving widow. The problem
is that none of them interest me. I’m not looking
for a new husband. And if I’m going to just have a
casual lover, then I think I could do a lot better
than what choices I’ve been offered. As a result,
I’ve gone to bed alone ever since. It’s not
something I’ve enjoyed.”
“That doesn’t explain why me? Not that I
haven’t fantasized about you more times than I
should admit.” he replied.
“A few months before Ron died,” she
went on. “We actually talked about this. Not that
we ever expected to do anything but spend the
rest of out lives together. It was just some play
talk late one night. About if we were going to
pick a young lover, who would it be. You were
my choice. And I have to say, I gave it a lot of
thought. In many ways you remind me a lot of
Ron. And you can take that as a pretty big
compliment.”
“Who did Dr. Burke pick?” Jim asked.
“Sharon Ryan.”
Jim pictured for a moment the head of the
cheerleading squad. He couldn’t say she reminded
him of Mrs. Burke in any way, but she did have
half the guys in school trailing after her.
“Not a bad choice I guess,” Jim said,
knowing he was lying. He hadn’t been included in
the half chasing her.
“So, my young friend, what do we do
now?” she said, directing the conversation back
to her question. “Do you pack it up, so to speak,
or do we see about getting it all unpacked?”
Christine was still waiting for an answer
when she looked down and saw that Jim’s cock
was once again rock hard and pointed at the
ceiling.
“Should I take that as a yes?” she
grinned.
“I guess that’s one head heard from.” Jim
laughed, trying to make light of the fact he wasn’t
sure what he should do. He was sure none of his
friends or the men down at his father’s store
would have any hesitation.
Christine could see that Jim was hesitant.
If anything, that just made him more attractive to
her.
“Maybe I can help the other head decide as
well.” she quipped as she got out of her chair.
Jim didn’t have time to think about what
she said before he felt a sudden wetness engulf his
cock. A wetness that was caused by the touch of
Christine’s mouth taking in his entire length.
“Oh shit!” Jim called out as he felt the
touch of her tongue run across his manhood.
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