Free Beginnings by Natasha Walker

out of his depth.
    ‘Show me it,’ said Emma. She had not moved. Somehow moving would be an indication that she was coming to her senses. If she remained utterly still, if she felt the cold tiles against her shins, if she could feel the warmth between her legs she was okay. Her words could be spoken without consequences. She did so want to see his cock. But she knew. She knew about … She knew damn well that she was teasing herself and her boy. She knew it.
    ‘Show me it, Jason. I want to see it.’
    Jason was able to look at her while she concentrated on his crotch. She was staring so intently. She was rolled up and small and childlike. He was surprised at the level of her fascination and he saw the humour in it. He managed that much. But he was frightened by her intensity. Her behaviour didappear a kind of madness. She wants to see my cock, he was thinking. Suck it! was the chant that echoed in the background of every thought which passed through his mind. Suck it!
    ‘Show me it!’ she said again. She looked up, lifting her head slightly. Her control had dispersed. And the moment changed the direction in which everything was heading.
    ‘No.’
    The spell broke.

TWELVE
    Emma sat up, her towel was left on her lap and her breasts were unceremoniously revealed to her young lover. His eyes were full of them. He had been waiting for this moment. He had caught glimpses of her breasts, he had seen how they fell braless in her tight tops, how they hung in her bikini as she lay on her stomach and rested on her elbows. He had ogled them long before he had ever thought of Emma as anything but the pretty lady next door. Now they were naked and within reach. Large, soft breasts, wonderful breasts, he stared and instinctively his hand reached upand his index finger traced the curve of her right breast. It was as if a charge had issued from them. His hand conducted a power which ignited his mind and cock.
    Emma looked on at first embarrassed, then startled and then pleased and excited. His sweet reverence cancelled any of her misgivings. She had pictured the moment differently, but this was turning out to be more beautiful than she had planned. Before her eyes, in a matter of seconds, his youthful wonder was merging directly into a mature desire – it was magic.
    Jason glanced up at her – his eyes conveying to her his need for her to trust him. She looked at him like a lover, a new lover, but not necessarily a young lover. She nodded the slightest of nods. He felt no change in her. He had no time for thought. He brought his other hand near her nipple. He had scrambled up now so that he was on his knees. Her face was clear of the madness of a few moments ago. She had taken on a new role. And was drinking in his enthusiasm.
    He felt his body tense and his mouth watered. He paused for a moment, suddenly aware of where he was and this brought new enthusiasm to the situation.

    Just for a split second he stepped back mentally, like a director considering his scene. Jason’s scene was Emma’s breasts. He already heard himself, years from now, telling the tale of the next-door neighbour whose breasts he touched. Jason was proud and felt powerful because of it.
    He leant forward and watched closely as his hand touched her nipple, just brushing the skin. He was cautious. Her breasts wanted so much from him but he only knew what instinct told him, he knew of biting and sucking, he wanted them whole. But he sensed some code. He also knew that he had to behave in a way which suited Emma’s feelings. After all they were her breasts even though their sudden exposure had narrowed his vision and his appreciation of the wider world. His focus was intense.
    ‘You’re breaking my rules,’ said Emma in a husky voice. She held her breath as his finger circled her nipple, then released it when he moved his finger away.
    ‘You’re so …’ he said, not able to finish as he brought his mouth close to her nipple.
    She felt his breath. He saw the