Summary:  The following began as a scene during my story ‘Revelation’.  Ultimately, I felt it didn’t belong in that story and I chose to remove it. In time, the scene took on a life of its own and became a story.  Actually the scene led to two stories. 

*R -Warning* — This story is rated for Mature Readers only…. if you are offended by explicit sexual content, please do not read. (16,950 words)

His First Time Series:

His First Time
Return to Boston

HIS FIRST TIME

Adam Cartwright, almost twenty years old and a college man, was preparing to spend his evening studying when his college dorm roommate, Ashley Benton entered their shared quarters. Ashley had just returned to Boston that afternoon having spent the summer at home with his family in Charleston, South Carolina. Even though the young man had invited Adam to join him, the transplanted Nevadan had elected to stay in Boston in order to take a few extra courses to help prepare him for his third year at Harvard, and to work an apprenticeship at an architectural firm.

Ashley stood ever so slightly taller than Adam, but not nearly as broad of chest.  The young man’s blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skinned with freckles dappling his face fit his lively personality. With a smile that could lighten up the darkest of rooms and a strong southern drawl oozing thick and bold, he was a welcome relief to the stuffiness of ‘Old Boston’ gentry.

Adam Cartwright was a contrast in character, with dark eyes and even darker hair; he had lost some of his tan complexion since he first arrived from the ranch his father owned along the Sierra-Nevada. Whenever he wasn’t studying, Adam was helping his grandfather with anything he needed at his ships chandler store. Adam knew he owed the older man a great deal in allowing him to live in his home on the weekends and during school breaks. One thing anyone could say of Adam Cartwright was his desire to fulfill whatever obligation it was he thought he was honor bound to uphold, holding his smiles and enjoyments to rare occasions.

*****

“Hey Adam!” Ashley called as he tossed his bowler hat on top of the bed, “What plans do you have tonight?”

Adam turned in his study desk chair, “I was only planning on reviewing…”.

“Oh come on… It’s Friday, and this semester’s classes won’t start until Monday.”

“I really…”

“Adam, I left you to this dreary town for the whole summer, the least you can do is go out on the town with me tonight.”

“What do you have planned?” Adam rested his arm on the back of the wooden chair.

The two had roomed together for the previous two years and Adam knew from his friend’s tone that the man had something on his mind.

“There’s a new place in town I overheard the guys talking about. It’s called Amelia’s.”

“What kind of a place?” Adam closed the book he had been reading.

“A gentlemen’s club… Excellent brandy and cognac, I’ve heard.”

“And?” Adam pressed.

“And an extremely good time over dinner. Come on buddy.” Ashley reached for Adam’s cowboy hat and tossed it to him. “I know you probably spent every waking moment here, come on… we need to fortify ourselves before classes start on Monday.”

*****

Having dressed for an evening out on the town, and after two glasses of cognac, Ashley motioned to someone over his friend’s shoulder. Adam knew it would be considered rude to turn around in his chair, so he waited, hoping that Ashley was not ordering another round, he could already feel the effects of the alcohol.

“Mr. Benton, I was told you would be dining with us tonight,” stated the most beautiful woman Adam Cartwright had ever seen in his life.

Standing, “Miss Amelia, I’d like to introduce my friend Adam Cartwright to you.”

“Pleased to meet you ma’am,” Adam fumbled to stand. Even though this woman was probably old enough to be his mother, his eyes focused on her assets that shown above the collar of her low cut dress, the way they undulated as she moved, and the material of her dress clung and accentuated every curve of her body.

Though never having spent time with a woman, Adam was not naïve to not know what she was. He’d seen plenty of women dressed in gaudy dresses hanging around the tent buildings that served as saloons in the growing town of his home in Nevada. Some of the women giving free sneak peeks in pulling down the front of their dresses, shimmying side to side in an effort to entice a man to take them to one of the tents the women shared to have a romp or two. Even back home, he’d felt an unfamiliar pull towards what was being offered, but had never thought to sneak away; there was always the consequences of his father finding out. Besides, none of those women were what he would consider close to being attractive. He knew beautiful because of pictures of his own mother, and then there were Inger and Marie.

However; this woman was close in beauty to the women who meant something to the young man so far from home. And there was no way that the dress this woman wore would be considered gaudy. There was an air of elegance in the way the woman addressed the men within the club and respect was reciprocated back to her by all, employees and patrons alike.

Amelia’s blonde hair shone like the golden sun, her voice purred with a rich, southern accent, her eyes were bright green and flecked with amber. Her cheeks were faintly touched with a hint of rouge and her lips were painted red and were as tantalizingly full as her breasts and hips.

“Heavens honey, just sit back down… no need to get all formal here.” Amelia pushed her hands into Adam’s chest, insisting he sit back into his chair. She marveled at the strength under her fingers.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And honey, just where is home?” Miss Amelia inquired.

“Miss Amelia, Adam’s from out west, Nevada territory,” Ashley answered.

“Well, it’s a pleasure having such men as yourselves come in tonight. I presume both of you are hungry?”

“Yes ma’am,” Ashley his eyes widened in anticipation.

“I’ll prepare your dining rooms.”

Before Miss Amelia turned away from the table, Adam saw the exchange of money through their clasped hands and curiously asked, “And just where did you meet her?”

“Remember Roderick Campbell?”

Adam nodded.

“She’s an aunt or something of his. He said he’d put in a good word for me whenever I wanted to stop by.”

Adam’s inquiry of, “Why did you tip her?” went unanswered.

Amelia didn’t have to motion for the two men to stand up as two lovely, young women approached their table. She was pleased when these men continued to reveal they had manners, even if they were college boys. Well that was why she was here, to help further their educations.

“Miss Amelia,” Adam answered as she spoke their names.

“Oh honey, just call me Aunt Amelia, all the college boys do…”

Adam’s eyes widened while Ashley was introduced to the red-headed, curvaceous woman name Ashlie Monroe, her green satin dress accentuated her body to perfection as its neckline rested on the points of her shoulders. The emerald that hung around her neck matched the green of her eyes, and rested just at the top of the valley that the plunging neckline of her gown revealed.

Amelia introduced Adam to Eve Williams, her long brunette hair cascaded in ringlets over her bare skin as the neckline of her dress fell below her shoulders. The round mounds of the top of her breasts pushed up with each breath she took. The blue of her dress brought out the best in her complexion and only darkened her blue eyes. She wore no necklace and Adam felt she was perfect enough. Adam’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment when he realized where he was staring.

Ashley smiled as he knew what awaited as they were escorted through the rich curtain that separated the parlor from the rest of the establishment. Ashlie led Ashley up the staircase to a private room while Eve led Adam to another.

*****

That night, Amelia, the mistress of the house felt satisfied about the two young men who presented themselves in her parlor and thought it divine to have paired the fresh faced Ashley with the sensual Ashlie, and was even more pleased to pair the experienced Eve with the inexperienced Adam. She giggled at the thought.

*****

“Aren’t we dining with my friend?” inquired Adam as they turned the corner away from the other couple.

“Maybe later Sugar, but right now, we feast alone.” Eve turned the knob to the room and stepped inside. Closing the door behind Adam, she walked across the room. Adam gulped at the ornately decorated bed in the middle of the room, the rich tapestries that adorned the walls, the matching fabrics of the chaise lounge and bed covers. Heavy lace curtains covered the windows, not allowing much of the night time sky to peek through. On the other side of the room sat an ornately carved wooden table, not quite as large as the dining room table at The Ponderosa.

Eve turned down the lantern set on a small table to the side of the bed and slipped behind a three-paneled partition in the corner. The lantern cast a faint yellow light about the room. A few moments later, Adam saw the blue satin dress Eve had worn tossed over the top of the divider, followed shortly by other items he was not familiar with.

Having been raised in a family that was comprised of only his father, two brothers, and Hop Sing, their cook / housekeeper, and ultimately a member of the family, he wasn’t overly familiar with the opposite sex, nor their attire. Though he’d had two different step-mothers when he was younger, their undergarments were not discussed in the presence of mixed company. And as far as his grandfather was concerned…

*****

Knowing he couldn’t back out, Adam quietly stood when Eve stepped from behind the partition wearing a deep blue satin robe tied closed with a deep red sash that matched the trim around the neck, the cuffs, and the hem. The light weight material shimmered as it clung to her body when she moved, leaving little to the imagination.

“Sugar, I think you’d be more comfortable over here,” Eve took a seat on the chaise lounge and patted the cushion next to her. The opening around her neck gaped slightly when she moved. Crossing legs, the robe parted, exposing her shapely calves.

Adam moved stiffly , as if not remembering how to walk.

Eve turned and poured an amber colored liquid into two small glass tumblers, and presented one to Adam. Both sipped from their glasses while Eve tried to make her guest more comfortable.

“What would your momma say about you being here with me?”

“I wouldn’t know. My mother died shortly after giving birth to me,” Adam guiltily answered.

“I’m sorry Sugar, I didn’t know.”

“That’s okay… I’m sure Pa would have my hide if he knew.” Adam blushed with embarrassment and even with the lantern turned low, Eve saw his cheeks redden.

“There’s not any chance he’d come here looking for you, is there,” Eve teased.

“I doubt it; he’s all the way back in Nevada.”

“Then it’s just the two of us.” Eve smiled and sipped her brandy.

“I guess.” Adam sipped from his glass.

“Adam, if you don’t want to do this, I’ll understand.”

“No, it’s just that… I didn’t know where we were coming when Ashley said we needed to get out of the dorm for dinner at a club he’d heard about…”

“Oh… We can just sit and talk, we can order dinner, if you’d like. Believe me, I’ve spent plenty enough evenings talking to young men who find they can’t go through with being here and can’t leave because of what their friends might think.”

“You’re beautiful…” voiced Adam; he really looked to the woman for the first time since he sat down, and shifted uncomfortably on the lounge. Adam presumed her age to be around twenty-five or twenty-six.

“It’s perfectly natural to feel the way you’re feeling,” Eve placed her hand upon his knee and leaned forward. Adam averted his eyes and look anywhere but down. He felt her body brush against his arm before he sensed her lips on his cheek, then his neck, before her teeth nibbled on his earlobe and she wrapped her arms lightly around his shoulders.

Mechanically, Adam wrapped his arms around Eve, and pressed his lips to the base of her neck and inhaled deeply of the light perfume she wore.

“Relax, Sugar… This is one night you’ll never forget,” purred Eve sitting back.

Knowing how not to scare the young man, Eve didn’t touch the buttons down the front of the white shirt nor the black string tie that ran under his collar as she ran her hand across his chest and felt his chest muscles ripple. Eve smiled as Adam slightly moan at the sensation.

Reaching around, Eve encouraged Adam to turn his back to her and she began to massage his shoulders. After a few minutes, she pulled him to rest back against her, and her fingers worked down the front of his chest. She marveled at the strength contained beneath the shirt.

As Adam relaxed, Eve looked forward to furthering the young man’s education. Taking the empty glass from his hand and setting it on the back table, Eve maneuvered herself out from behind Adam and stood. Adam looked up. But she knew how to play the game… and this one really did want to be here.

“I can get redressed, if that’s what you’d like…”

Adam shook his head as he stood up, reaching for her hand to prevent her from walking away.

“No, please…”

“Please what?” Eve asked.

“Don’t get… redressed…” Adam struggled with the new emotions and sensations this woman was evoking.

“It’s okay Sugar,” Eve took Adam’s hands in hers and stepped closer, “just think of me as a Christmas present.”

“An exquisite present,” Adam whispered.

Nervous, his hands shook as they moved to the sash that held closed Eve’s robe, he stopped. The beautiful woman took his hands in hers and set them to the fabric of her sash, with brief tugs from her own hands, she encouraged him, but still he was indecisive.

“Sugar, this is you and me; forget about the outside world. It’s just the two of us.   What we’re about to do is natural between a man and a woman.”

“But your reputation…” Adam hesitated, looking into her eyes.

It had been a long time since any man had thought of her reputation causing Eve to demurely state, “My reputation is to please you and to teach you how to please a woman.”

Eve saw the confusion of his innocence in the young man’s face, and knew of the bulging reaction in his pants.

“There’s so much more to making love than having sex; and it’s not always about making a baby. If done right, making love can be pleasurable to both partners. Adam, a woman can enjoy sex as much as a man, only… a man doesn’t instinctively know how to please a woman from the beginning… Some men never learn, or they don’t care and only think about themselves. Making love to a woman takes cultivating… Why I bet your papa learned all about how to please your mother in a place like this… especially if you were the end result.” Eve purred. “If you want, it’s something I can teach you, if you’re willing to learn… Isn’t that why you’re going to college… to learn?”

“I don’t think this is on the curriculum…” was only slightly boldly voiced.

“Let’s just say, I’m an extra-curricular activity… Sugar, I see it in your eyes… You’re eager to learn… There’s a hunger burning inside you right now that yearns for something more than just wisdom from books. Your desire is already igniting… Let me be your teacher.”

Allowing her hands to start his hands to move, Adam pulled the sash the rest of the way untied, he paused. Hands on hands, they began to reveal his present. While she smiled, she urged him on, he pushed the robe open to reveal her very round and full breasts. The satin robe glided to the floor once he’d slipped it past her shoulder. Wearing nothing more than the beauty God had granted, she stood totally at ease while Adam’s eyes to flitter over her suggestively posed body. Intoxicatingly, Adam drank in the sight as if she was an exquisite bottle of brandy.

The lantern beside her bed cast a glow that made her body shimmer alive; her pale skin took on the appearance of the most delicate of China.

The roundness of her breasts seemed to increase as he cast his eyes across her bare flesh.  Patiently Eve waited while Adam continued to gaze to her flat stomach and the smooth fullness of her hips and ultimately he admired her. . ., Adam fought against his body’s betrayal as he felt the pressure within his pants increase.

Eve turned around and pressed her back against the young man, this was his first experience and she felt pleased with the reaction she was enticing. Again, with her hands guiding his, she maneuvered him to explore her flesh; lifting and kneading her breasts, letting out a small groan of pleasure at his tenderness. With Eve in control, Adam’s hands were moved to her supple, rosy pink nipples. Embarrassed but unable to avert his eyes, Adam watched as she manipulated one from soft and pliable to a firm, erect peak, all the while rubbing her back against the front of his still clothed body.

Gently, Adam imitated Eve’s movements on her other breast as she seductively lifted one hand to her neck and the other slid down Adam’s side, pausing when it came to his belt. With his hands his own, Adam explored her flat stomach, down to her hips, and across her pelvic bones, brushing slightly across the curly hair that stood guard to her entrance. Eve mewed at his feather-light touch. She turned, pressing her body into his as she reached behind his head and pulled him to her lips. Lightly. her arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed her tongue between his lips, seeking entrance to his mouth. Adam mimicked Eve, wrapping his arms around her back as his tongue followed her retreat.

Eve felt her inexperienced partner begin to respond and relax. She reached to pull the string tie from his neck and began to unbutton his shirt giving her a peek at a chest of black hair. Embarrassed, he turned slightly to remove his own clothes. Eve stepped around to face and stop him.

“Sugar, I guess maybe I should have allowed you to fully undress me, but it’s best the first time for me to present myself to you… like a Christmas present. But this is also part of making love. Let me enjoy undressing you…”

The desire within him grew stronger; Adam realized there was no turning back, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. He wanted to learn as he toed off his boots.

Eve took her time removing his shirt, slipping it from his shoulders. Running her hands over his bare skin before she moved to his belt and finally to his pants. Adam took a deep breath before Eve slipped off the undergarment covering his lower extremities. Once he was unclothed, Eve eyed the young man standing before her in all his glory, the strong chest covered with a mat of curly dark hair, his strong shoulders and his well muscled legs and everything in between. Even under his tanned skin Eve could see his blush and wondered, was it because he had never witness a woman in her natural form or because she was admiring his naked body with an appreciative eye.

As the first woman to see him naked since his early childhood days stood in front of him and gazed upon him with admiration, he felt like shriveling up and covering himself. But he took her composure and gained confidence for himself; standing tall and accepting what was to come.

He allowed her to guide him to her bed where she pressed him to sit down. She straddled his thighs and rose up in front of him, her lips pressing against his mouth and seeking entry. After a few moments, she teased and sat back, the full orbs of her breasts gently swayed from her chest with each breath she took, and he watched in fascination.

Eve took his large hands. “Don’t be shy… It pleases me…” she whispered.

Adam maintained a hold on her flesh, tweaking her peaks as Eve rose to her knees so her mouth was by his ears, she softly spoke, “Take one into your mouth, and suckle as a babe would at his mother’s breast.” She guided her breast to where the nipple rested before his lips.

“I’ve never,” Adam whispered.

“Sugar, you’ll do just fine. Just like a babe.” She moaned in anticipation, hoping to encourage Adam to be bolder and to take more than just the tip of her into his mouth.

Gently at first, unsure of himself, Adam allowed the bud to rest between his lips.

“Take more of me and suckle, tease your tongue around me. That’s it Sugar, more… ahhh… draw harder,” she whispered, allowing her head to fall backwards, her long hair cascading down her back, her hands support herself by resting behind her on his knees.

Accepting her encouragement, he felt emboldened to actually suckle but not as a baby would, he took long, hard pulls, feeling her flesh elongate within his mouth. Without forethought, he closed his teeth and gently raked across her flesh as the nipple change from soft pliable flesh to firm and erect. As her breath came harder and faster, Adam paid attention to the other neglected orb; his hand running smoothly up and down her side and under her breast.

“Follow my lead,” she spoke.

Eve took one of Adam’s hands as it lowered to her hips, she restrained and guided it to her womanhood. Raising herself up higher from his thighs, Eve whispered, “That’s only the beginning…Sugar. There’s more ways to please a woman; let me show you…”

She placed the flat of his hand upon her pelvic bone and physically pushed his fingers to explore the fleshy folds of skin, causing her to moan with excitement. Eve was amazed that this virgin of a man could create such longings and she needed to experience relief, she pushed his finger to penetrate as she widened her thighs and sank down upon his hand. She held his hand in place as she rose up and down, over and over.

Startled to feel warmth and wetness; Adam pulled his hand away. “Are you…” Adam was alarmed. He’d sat in on basic health classes during his first year and knew of women and their menstruation cycles that were part of the procreation process.

Hurt at the abandonment and having momentarily forgotten her position as a teacher, Eve answered, “Sugar…” and then she understood, “I’m fine. What you’re feeling is normal for a woman when she truly makes love. My moistness will make what comes later, easier. Shhhh…” she whispered. “It just means that you’re a fast learner…”

Again she led his hand down between her legs and again she felt his fingers enter her; exulting at the sensation as he pressed deeper and firmer, before retracting his fingers and penetrating again. Tilting her pelvis, she pushed harder against his hand in an effort to stimulate herself more. She moaned in pleasure as he grew more animated in learning how to please a woman. Having taught countless young men the art of lovemaking and few making a passing grade, Eve was surprised at this student’s ability to bring on such strong desires within her. She had expected this evening to be about her student, but she was thrilled as she fought to keep some control over her body.

*****

He remembered how he had listened one night over the summer as Roderick had informed him of tasting the sweetest juices and how he had done it. Taking Eve into his arms, he gently wrestled her to lying beneath him. He rose up and kissed her lips, before trailing down to her breasts, and to the plains of her stomach. Hoping he was doing right, Adam settled between her legs, hands gently lifting her knees. Adam teasingly nipped at her inner thighs, left and right, and kissed each place he had nipped. Hesitantly he looked up and saw the approval in her eyes.

“Go ahead, it’s all right Sugar. Try me…”

Tentative at first he approached her; her body responding as if he had been a long practiced lover. Her involuntary reactions emboldened him, guiding him to her spot. Eve gave up her role as a teacher and began to thoroughly enjoy every sexual sensation this man inflicted. She gloriously enthralled to the experience, where so many times before she could only wish for such passion.

Adam cupped her buttocks and supported her hips. Lowering his head to her forbidden region, his tongue flicked the folds of her skin in a taunting fashion as the evolution of man took over and drove him. Eve deeply inhaled as he suckled the fleshy part of her womanhood. In and out his tongue flickered before he returned to suckling, bolder, seeking deeper at her body’s reactions.

Moaning and crying out his name, Eve felt consumed as she reached an even higher state of orgasm. Her hands balled into fists within the bed covers the stronger Adam used his tongue to push and pull and suckle. She pushed her feet against the mattress, lifting her hips higher, Adam continued at her encouragement.

When he heard her cry, “Oh God, No,” Adam parted from her and gently lowered Eve’s hips back to the bed, he watched her chest heave up and down.

“I’m sorry…” Adam responded as he feared he had harmed her, she gasped for breath.

“Oh, Sugar…” She still tingled deep within her body.

Pleased with the success of her first series of lessons taught to this young man, Eve exhaled at her protégé’s understanding and ability to provoke the desired, yet unexpected results.

“Whoever lands this man as a husband is going to be one lucky woman,’ Eve readied to proceed with the second part of Adam’s lessons.

“Oh Adam, no need to apologize,” Eve whispered, knowing she needed to quiet his doubts. She maneuvered to be on top, their bodies intertwined.

*****

“You’re a fast learner. A natural…” Eve purred in Adam’s ear, her hand rested on his chest, toying with his curly hair, “Sugar, you’re about to find out how a woman can reciprocate the pleasure… And then you’ll completely understand what I just experienced.”

Adam’s naiveté had no idea what to expect. Any of the girls back home that he’d spent time with had only resulted in a peck on the cheek or maybe, if he was lucky, a quick kiss on the lips. He had doubted his friend’s tale that a man could elicit such a reaction within a woman. Never had any of the ranch hands spoke of what he’d just done, and never had his father spoken of such during their entire father to son discussions.

Turning him to lie on his stomach, Eve’s soft and delicate fingers massaged the length of his body, neck, arms, and legs, sending ripples of pleasure coursing throughout. She spent time working out the knots between his shoulders. When she reached his buttocks, Adam immediately tensed, but with the quiet purr of her southern drawl, she coaxed him into relaxing and enjoying her ministrations. Her hands flowed down to his legs, parting them, in order to thoroughly massage the inner portion of his thighs. Adam involuntarily moaned as his body relaxed and responded.

When he was totally at ease, Eve whispered for Adam to roll over, exposing his front side. Adam wished to cover himself with a sheet, but thought on how she was there as naked as he, and so again, he took encouragement from her and enjoyed himself. And again, the ripples of pleasure coursed through his body as she worked on his arms, down his chest. His manhood began to stiffen again as she reached his stomach.

She gently straddled Adam’s hips and leaned forward, she took the nipples of his chest into her mouth, suckling them, nipping them, blowing her breath upon them to bring them erect before she continued to suckle or toy with them using her fingers. Adam marveled that he had no control over his body’s reaction.

“That’s right, Sugar…” she voiced as Adam moaned in response to the stimulation. “Feels good, doesn’t it.”

Her weight lifted from his body and settled next to him, he didn’t look to see why; he just let his body experience her ministrations. His pleasure only intensified as she settled her hands near his pelvic region and kneaded deep into his abdomen. He felt himself grow firm and the sensation only increased the closer her hands moved to his manhood.

Adam was surprised with the next part of his next lesson, the first sensation of this experience was startling, yet exquisitely pleasurable and his body reacted accordingly. Eve first touched his testis, taking both in one hand and massaging, kneading them. Adam looked to see what she was doing and didn’t know how he could become any larger. Gently her fingers moved and stroked the shaft of his penis. Never had Adam experienced this awareness as each finger succeeded in sending its own pleasurable tendril through his erect organ. Laying flat and grabbing the sides of the bed, Adam moaned at the bliss that flooded his body as her hand encircled him, moving up and down, surrounding him in warmth as the tempo increased.

Eve purred, “Just try to hold yourself.” Adam didn’t understand.

Adam looked up when he felt the bed shift and before he could react, he was shocked to witness Eve take his manhood into her mouth. He exhaled a deep throated moan as Eve’s tongue ran up and down and around, nipping and suckling, driving Adam to the point of madness as she continued to teach him of his own pleasures. His hips rose as he desired more and she complied; using her tongue to press the firm organ against the roof of her mouth.   More of his shaft she partook and though he tried, he couldn’t help but expel some of his seed, causing Eve’s eyes to sparkle as she swallowed.

He tried to apologize but was breathing too heavily. And then the lesson momentarily paused. He lay flat on the bed wavering between pain and abandonment; and then he felt her soft breasts on his chest as Eve lay on him and a few moments later, he felt her legs straddle across. Rising above him, she purred, “That was only the beginning.”

Her hand gently took hold of his manhood and guided the still firm shaft into her warm, moist core. Adam lost all his senses while she lowered herself gently rocking back and forth, working him farther inside her body.

“Now Sugar,” Eve purred. “In rhythm with me… lift and thrust,” she breathed and Adam complied.

As they moved together, the sensations from moments before returned, driving Adam to seek more. Thrust and pull, repeated over and over, the tempo increasing.

The lessons had been taught and fairly well mastered as two people gave into their carnal desires. The time for teaching and learning had passed, now it was about satisfying one’s own needs.

Without conscious thought, Adam allowed his body to react; lifting and lowering his pelvis while searching for the mouth-watering buds with his hands.

Neither could think; they only knew they needed to move and allowed their body full control of its own movements in perfect concert with the other. When he no longer could stand the pain of the ecstasy that coursed through his body, Adam strained as he let loose all that was inside of him. He pushed and breathed with heavy abandon, wanting the pain to stop, yet desiring it to continue.

Moaning in exquisite pleasure, Eve rose up to accept all he had to give.

And, when it came time to withdraw from Eve, Adam felt pain, a pain from the absence of the desires and sensations he had learned and experienced.

Adam and Eve lay next to each other, exhausted and satisfied. The house was silent and very little noise came from outside.

“Sugar… whoever you marry will be one extremely lucky woman,” Eve whispered, thinking on the events of the night, her body still tingling and begging for more. ‘This man is a natural at using his body to please a woman.’

“I did alright?” Adam nervously inquired.

“For your first time… you were… remarkable. As you become more experienced, you’ll be able to control your body in order to make the experience last longer before you… release.”

“Is it always that… pleasurable?” Adam whispered in return.

“It can be… and more.”

Adam lay on his side, his head propped up by his left hand; he didn’t know exactly what to do with his right hand until Eve reached for it and placed in the valley between her breasts. Eve smiled as Adam alternated between massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Usually at this point in the evening, Eve would have bid goodbye to the gentleman and accepted his money, but not tonight.

Laying next to this man she thought on all the others who had come before, the majority of men were there to satisfy their own desires, and never gave thought that a woman could seek sexual satisfaction, even the young men who came to her for the first time only thought of their own needs and being able to say they had ‘tamed’ the dragon. Somehow she knew this one was different.

The clock had long ago struck midnight before Adam lowered his hand and his head, and fell asleep. He lay angled on his side with his right leg moved to where it lay over her right leg. His right arm lay draped over her ribs, leaving her fully exposed; their passion made it too hot to cover up.

*****

After one o’clock in the morning, Amelia performed a room check on her girls, to make sure that they were all right and to see how many men were spending the night – only one. She smiled at the sight in the hushed glow of Eve’s room; seeing the firm buttocks, the strong back and legs that lay next to the woman in the bed. Knowing that morning brought a chill to the air, she covered the sleepers, blew out the lantern, and left the room.

*****

Adam woke in the morning to the movement of Eve sitting up; he smiled as he watched her pull on her robe.

“Amelia came by, said our bath is ready.”

“Our bath?”

“The tub’s large enough for the two of us,” Eve suggested as she loosely tied closed the front of her robe and flipped her long hair out from under the collar.

“And just what am I supposed to wear?” Adam asked, not seeing his clothes where he had disrobed the night before. He started to rise from the bed; when the door opened causing him to sit back down and cover himself as Amelia came in carrying a rich burgundy robe with a pale burgundy collar.

“Compliments of the house,” Amelia stated before exiting and closing the door behind her.

“Does she always do that?” Adam asked.

“Amelia’s just a mother hen, she always makes sure her girls are taken care of. Besides, she was in here earlier.” Pointing to Adam’s folded clothes, “She already took my dress to the cleaners and saw you spent the night.”

“Was I wrong?” Adam stood, allowing Eve to gaze as he casually slipped into the robe.

“No, just that she knows the man has to be something special if any of her girls allows him to spend the night. Come on, my bath is through the other door… No one will see you, we all have private baths.”

Eve led Adam to the smaller room, and she hadn’t lied when she said the tub was big enough for two.

“So just how many men have shared this tub with you?” inquired Adam.

“I don’t kiss and tell, but let’s just say you’re a rarity. Consider this your next lesson… the bedroom isn’t the only place where a man and a woman can make love.”

Adam admired her cleavage as Eve leaned over and tested the temperature of the water; she straightened up and began to untie the sash of her robe when Adam stated, “Let me.” She looked up to see that he had already slipped out of his robe.

As if the night before hadn’t been his first experience, Adam pulled on the sash to Eve’s robe. Eve hesitated, surprised at the boldness the young man now exhibited. He let the garment drape open. She shivered as he moved his fingers tips along the hollow created between her breasts. Pushing the garment ever so slightly open, his hands glided over her soft skin, detouring across and kneading her breasts, his thumbs brought her nipples erect before he continued to slip the robe from her shoulders. Eve relaxed at his tender ministrations; he was proving he was going to be a true lover.

Stepping closer, she wrapped her arms around his neck as Adam lifted her and stepped into the tub and sat down, placing her in his lap. Eve rested back against Adam, allowing him to soap the wash cloth in front of her. With a loving touch, Adam began to bathe her body. Eve relaxed back and allowed her guest to explore her body.

There was a knock on the door when Eve called, “Come in…”

Adam withdrew his hands and deeply blushed when Amelia entered the room carrying two filled buckets. “Figured you’d be ready for some more hot water.”

“Thank you Amelia,” Eve answered, having not even bothered to cover herself as the woman poured the water into the tub.

“That was embarrassing,” Adam stated after the door closed. Exhaling his breath, the color began to fade from his cheeks. “I’d seriously think about getting a lock on your door. You didn’t even bother to cover yourself.”

“Why should I cover up? She’s seen me naked since the day I was born…”

“I don’t understand.”

“Adam, she’s my mother…”

“And she…” Adam gulped at the realization. This woman has seen her own daughter naked in bed and in a bath tub with a man she to whom she was not married.

“If running and owning this house is good enough for Momma, then I don’t see why it’s not alright for me. Besides, Momma doesn’t allow any riffraff in here. She protects all of us, not just me.”

“But your mother…” Adam worried.

“Remember, she was the one who presented me to you last night.”

“Your mother’s not ashamed of… Doesn’t your mother worry about you getting pregnant?” Adam couldn’t help himself from asking and now he began to worry this been a mistake… ‘What if through my actions, she becomes pregnant?’

“What we do is an honorable profession, one of the oldest in the world. Besides, Amelia’s talked with the doctor, many doctors over the years, and we keep a calendar of the days we shouldn’t entertain,” Eve answered.

Turning around in the tub, Eve wrapped her legs around Adam as she began to soap the cloth and proceeded to wash him, all of him. Adam enjoyed his body’s reaction while Eve hummed her appreciation. In order to bathe his back, they changed positions. But soon, Eve was back in front of Adam, and he continued to give her pleasure; gently moving his fingertips along her skin towards her breasts. As he remembered what Eve had done to him the night before to him, from over her shoulder he blew his breath and watched the softened flesh of her nipple become firmer and perked without any physical touch. But touching was so pleasurable and so his hands continued to explore.

Eve was almost gasping for breath when Adam lifted her from the tub and carried her dripping wet back to her bed. He disappeared into the washroom, returned with several towels and began to dry off his lady-lover. Adam wouldn’t have called her movements under his hands squirming, but more that her body craved for a continuation of the same attention from the night before.

Without hesitation, Adam lifted her hips and as she parted her legs, he lowered his head. His lips and tongue took sole possession of her womanhood as he again nibbled and suckled. And when she couldn’t handle any more, he lowered her body to the bed and slipped the sheets over their bodies.

Adam was satisfied to have pleased his lover and wasn’t expecting her to reciprocate, but she did. With the morning sun streaming in through the lace curtains of the second floor window, Eve threw off the covers and repeated the second part of the lesson from the night before. Adam raised his hips and pleaded as he neared release, he begged her to stop. She complied momentarily, but then her hips straddled his and Adam took his manhood into his own hand and guided it to her opening. His hands were on her hips when he offered the first thrust and penetration. As his lady-lover moved with him, his hands gravitated up to the firm orbs that swayed in rhythm with each thrust down that she made. In time, Adam repositioned so Eve was now on the bed; with him nestled in the valley of her legs, his arms holding him above her. Thrusting and retreating, he met each rise of her hips. With his experience from the night before, Adam searched for that moment until he thought he couldn’t contain himself any longer and pushed past the desire to release. The pleasure became more acute and when he couldn’t hold himself any longer, his seed released. Both climaxed at a point near total exhaustion.

*****

Amelia knew her daughter’s visitor had not left the club so she opened the door to invite them down to lunch, she smiled when she saw her daughter’s bare back side, the bed covers twisted at their feet, Eve’s arm draped over the dark mat of hair on the man named Adam’s chest, her left leg covering his manhood from view, both sleeping soundly. Quietly she entered the room and brought the sheet up to cover the lovers. She left the room, shutting the door behind her and felt a little disappointed that she had been denied a full look at the young man. But what she had just seen, broad shoulders and chest, a firm stomach and muscular legs, in addition to what she had seen in the early morning hours, she knew as a mother, that this man had pleased her daughter immensely. No man had ever stayed in her daughter’s room beyond breakfast.

*****

Adam returned to his dormitory Monday morning after spending the day before with his Grandfather.

“Adam!” Ashley shouted at seeing Adam entering their room. Running down the hallway and into the room, Ashley closed the door behind him. “What happened to you Friday night?”

“You’re not going to believe this, but… I fell asleep,” Adam sheepishly replied, leaving ‘…in the arms of the most beautiful woman,’ unvoiced.

“You fell asleep? What about Saturday? Where’ve you been? I thought you’d come back here,” Ashley curiously asked.

“If you must know, I stayed in town and spent the day with a friend, and yesterday, after church I spent the day with my grandfather.”

“Oh, sorry things didn’t work out for you at Amelia’s. Guess you shouldn’t have worn yourself out studying so hard Friday,” teased Ashley. “Man, we need to get you out of the dorm more often. My God, what I experienced Friday night…” He had the good graces to not go into details, at least not now that he knew Adam hadn’t managed to enjoy more than the appetizers. Knowing his friend he continued, “You need to learn to put down the books and live, enjoy yourself. We’re more than welcome to return to Amelia’s. Maybe next time you should dine with Ashlie… You know what they say about all study and no play?”

Understanding exactly what his friend implied, Adam privately thought, ‘Oh, I enjoyed myself, and… had I not been as dutiful in my studies… I don’t think I would have played as long with Eve as I did. And when I do return, it will only be to dine with Eve.’ Turning from his roommate he remembered the rest of his weekend that lasted until just before leaving to join his grandfather for church Sunday morning.

He was preparing to leave Amelia’s and handed the burgundy robe back to Eve.

“No, it’s yours to keep. As Momma said ‘compliments of the house’.”

Adam knew she looked stunning in the golden brocade gown she had allowed him to help her slip into just a few minutes before. Earlier, he had pulled on his own undergarments, pants and socks when he learned his next lesson, all about women’s clothing.  She sat on the bench in front of her dressing table as she slipped into her lower under garment before allowing him to slide the garters up her legs to her thighs and clip the bands of her stockings to them. Eve grinned as he fumbled with the clasps; she blushed knowing that her still bare upper body was distracting him.

Enjoying his distraction, Eve walked across her room to retrieve a camisole from her bureau.  Adam followed, but stopped midway there, next to the dining table which had been cleared of their breakfast dishes.  He admired the curves of her hips and firm buttocks as they swayed with each step she took, and when she turned to walk back… 

With her arms raised high, Adam slipped her satiny camisole over her head and past her luscious breasts, his hands barely caressing them as he pulled the garment down. She smiled at his accidental skimming of the tips, bringing her nipples erect and pressing into the lightweight fabric.

Admiring what he was about to cover, Adam reached for the ends of the strings to tie closed her camisole. Eve had been an exquisite teacher and he knew their time together was soon to end. But there they stood, poking into the thin fabric, pleading for attention. Adam didn’t hesitate as Eve purred and nodded. Inhaling deeply she lifted herself to indicate to her student that she wanted to continue as much as he did. Lowering his head, he fully took the taunting nipple into his mouth, not caring that he wet the fabric of her camisole as he suckled. Eve quickly moaned, tilted her head backwards, pressed her pelvis towards the growing swelling in his pants, and moved her upper body in rhythm. Her flesh elongated as she pulled ever so slightly back and Adam held firm. Adam knew there was one more breast begging for his attention and so he complied even as Eve leaned harder against the sturdy, dining table in her room, using it for support.

With one arm supporting her, his mouth gave attention to her breasts, and his other hand slipped into her undergarments, massaging her womanhood sending a wave of pleasure through her moaning body. Moments later, Eve lay onto the tabletop with Adam still latched to her breast.

So enamored with each other, neither heard the door open as Amelia stepped in to inquire if they would be attending church, but she refrained and quietly left the room, smiling.

Adam remembered Eve’s comments from the day before about how it wasn’t only in the bed where a man and a woman could make love. Adam stood straight and pulled her undergarments and stockings past her ankles, free of her body. From there, he lifted her leg, working his way from her foot to deep within her womanhood. His assault on her senses continued until she begged for release. And there she lie on the table, in the glory of passion, her hands still splaying across her captivating body.

Adam lifted his lover from the table and, standing together, began to passionately kiss her lips. When they pause for breath, and with a mischievous gleam in her eyes she said, “You learned well that the bed’s not the only place to experience pleasure. Your turn…” She turned him so he now had to use the table for support.

Eve’s hands strayed to his pants, unbuttoning and slipping them from his hips. His undergarments shortly followed as she fell to her knees and her mouth took custody of his thickening shaft. Adam sank backwards to the table, and within moments he was heavily breathing as she allowed him to penetrate her mouth.  In and out, she encouraged him fuller to a point where she almost choked.

Shifting her position, Eve leveraged herself onto the table and on top of Adam. Holding his shaft, she allowed his full manhood to spear her deeply. The young man in Adam reveled and participated in the experience of being ridden as he rose and fell in rhythm with her. All the while watching as she also pleased herself, rubbing her hands over her clothed breasts.

As Eve continued to encircle his manhood, he sought to please this woman, his hands slipped under her camisole and gave attention to her swaying anatomy.

In the past day and a half he had learned more about sex than he had ever realized; the goal of pleasing your partner and in pleasing oneself went hand in hand.

*****

With their passion once again satisfied, at seeing the wet spots staining over her breasts, Adam asked, “Do you wish a new camisole?”

Eve shook her head no, she was at a loss for words as her body still reacted to the throes of the orgasm Adam induced. She knew the wetness would not show through the fabric of her dress, so she wasn’t worried what others would think, but what mattered to her was that she would remember the spots were there and how they came to be, and prayed the man would seek to return to her.

Slipping from the table, Adam pulled on his clothes and fastened his pants as he watched Eve slip back into her under garments; and he held the full slip open for Eve to step into and tied it closed behind her.

Neither heard the quick tap on the door before Amelia opened it, “Church services start within the hour.” She closed the door, wishing she were once again young.

As he finished helping her into her dress, he fully understood the effort some women went through to look as they did. But even without all the accoutrements, wearing nothing more than what Gad had endowed her with, Adam knew and understood Eve was a beautiful woman; inside and out.

Making sure his tie was straight before she handed him his cowboy hat and jacket, Eve wished the day to never end; she wanted to continue in her own private Garden of Eden.

Pulling out his wallet, he asked, “May I come back?” as he prepared to step out the door of Amelia’s Gentlemen’s Club for the first time since Friday night.

“No,” Eve spoke, refusing Adam’s money. She realized her folly when she saw the crestfallen look upon his face. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t come back,” Eve corrected as her arms encircled him, pressing against him, pulling his head down to hers and gave him a long, passionate kiss. “You owe me nothing more,” and pushed his wallet away. “I thoroughly enjoyed my time with you.”

“But surely, other men…” Adam tried to explain.

“Adam, let’s not belittle what we have. I know your friend already paid for Friday night. But everything else… I needed it as much as you wanted to experience it. You are a rarity among men… Your compassion and abilities…” Eve had the good fortune to find herself blushing, for the first time in too many years.

Eve handed him his new burgundy robe, carefully wrapped in a brown paper package tied with a string, just as if he’d purchased it at one of the men’s clothing stores in town. “Remember, as Momma said, the robe is compliments of the house. Momma only gives them to men of excellent taste and character… Just remember to bring it back with you on your next visit.”

*****

Adam smiled at the memory; his attention returned to organizing his books for his morning classes when he accidentally knocked over the picture of his family that sat on his dorm room desk. As he righted the photograph, he thought of his family and remembered various events . . .  An evening where everyone would sit in front of the massive fireplace that was central to the great room. Hoss and Little Joe playing checkers. . .  His father reading the Territorial Enterprise newspaper. He would read a book or work on his lessons.

There were also the nights he would wake and could not return to sleep, how he would go downstairs to sit in the blue chair next to the fireplace and his father, unknowing how, his father would always come down the stairs, asking if he was alright, wearing…

“No!” breathed Adam.

~The end

Author’s note: In case you didn’t connect the dots regarding Adam’s final exclamation, remember Eve’s comment, “Why I bet your papa learned all about how to please your mother in a place like this… especially if you were the end result.” Later, when she insisted to Adam that the robe was now his, she said, “Momma only gives them to men of excellent taste and character.”

So just where did Ben get his burgundy robe?

Story Tags: Adam Cartwright, Boston, College Years, his first time