Ask a friend to join you

As you begin to fantasize about what your evening will be like, your thoughts go to your friend Adrianna. She is recently divorced after her husband discovered her penchant for younger guys. You happened to meet her one night several months ago when you walked out of your room in the middle of the night and ran into her as she was exiting Aron’s bedroom. The two of you hit it off immediately, and you have enjoyed having coffee together on several mornings after her return visits to one of your sons, the other, or both. Since they are off to college, you haven’t seen her for a while, but you smile as an idea hits you.

You dial Adrianna’s phone. “Hey, girlfriend, do you have anything going on this evening?”

“Marsha! So good to hear from you. Are your boys home on break? What a wonderful surprise!”

“Sorry, dear... They’re not going to be home for a few weeks, although Aron did mention that he would love to have you visit him at school one of these weekends and meet his friends.”

Adrianna’s heavy breath against the phone receiver tells you that her hand has probably just found its way between her legs at the thought of such inexhaustible supply of young men.

“But that’s not why I’m calling,” you explain. “I wondered if you’d like to join me to help a young man gain a lifelong memory.” You briefly tell her about Fergus, making sure to emphasize how cute and boyish he is and the way he so eagerly let you guide him into manhood.

“And I’m going over to his house in a little while, and I wondered if perhaps you’d like to join me.”

“I’m already putting on my shoes,” comes the reply. “I’ll be waiting at the door.”

You laugh as you hang up. If you know your friend, before she gets around to putting her shoes on, she’s going to reach for one of the dildos that is always close by, and she will have already jilled off at least once before you can drive to her home.

Sure enough, when you pull in front of Adrianna’s home about 30 minutes later, her cheeks are rosy with the evidence of exertion, but her eyes are bright with anticipation. “You said he was a ginger, right?” she asks, as you drive toward Fergus’ home. “There’s just something about a young redhead guy. They always look so innocent, but once you get them in touch with their true potential as a man, they always end up being the most delightful horndogs!”

She regales you for the rest of the drive with a story about her most recent conquest — a young man she has been working on for weeks, ever since setting eyes on him while he sacked her groceries at the store. Her persistence paid off when she talked him into letting her give him a blowjob in the backseat of her car, and since that time, he’s been a regular visitor to her home.

“In fact, I would have been busy with him tonight,” she says, “but he was feeling guilty about not spending enough time with his girlfriend. They’re out on a date tonight, and he’s really hoping that she will finally put out for him. I’m conflicted — he definitely deserves it, but I REALLY love it when he gets back from a date with her, feeling really sexually frustrated; he just gets on top of me and goes to town nonstop!”

You feel yourself growing wet at the thought. “Perhaps if you enjoy Fergus as much as I think you will, you can return the favor and let me meet your boy toy,” you suggest.

The two of you are already making plans when you pull up in front of Fergus’ house. You see the curtains part and the silhouette of the young man peeking out. You feel a thrill between your legs as you contemplate just how horned up he must be. You turn to Adrianna and say, “By the way... I didn’t prepare him for the fact that you’d be coming with me. We might want to take this slow so we don’t freak him out.”

“Oh, Marsha dear,” she responds. “You put too much faith in the reasoning abilities of a horny teenage boy. Even if we rushed the house with machine guns, he’d probably stick around long enough to poke his penis in our direction!”