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Part 3
"I'm just gonna talk to him. I'll find out if he likes girls."
Anne sighed. "Linda, be easy on him. He's only nineteen."
"Anne, the boy is over six feet tall. You want me to be careful with him?"
Anne smiled, but it was a brief, nervous smile.
"Of course, you're right," she said.
Linda smiled back, but her head spun. What was it Anne said about Ethan, something about him being a whole lot of man? What did that mean? Anne said she put her hands on her son's penis. Just how big was Ethan's penis? Could she sit and talk with this boy about sex, this boy with a man's penis, and resist the urge to see just how big it was?
She heard voices on the other side of the office door as she turned the handle and pulled it open. It was her ex-husband's voice. He finally arrived and was talking with Ethan and Cindy. All three turned to the door. Linda came out with Anne right behind her.
"Glad to see you could make it, Jim," she said.
"Sorry I'm so late. I got held up at the office."
Linda just nodded. She heard that one before. Jim clapped his hands together.
"All set to go, kiddo?" he said, and grabbed Cindy's backpack.
"Sure Dad. Bye Mom," she said with a wave. She looked up at Ethan and smiled. "Goodbye Ethan."
"See ya," he said.
Linda rolled her eyes and sighed. Her problems with Cindy and boys had already begun. Ethan stood up, his hands in his pockets. Linda couldn't help glancing at his crotch, but noticed nothing unusual there.
"Ethan would you like to come into my office with me?" Linda said.
His eyes darted nervously between her and his mother.
"What for?" he said.
"You're just gonna talk, you know, about what we talked about earlier?" Anne said.
Ethan's eyes widened and he looked straight at Linda.
"About sex? With you?" he said.
"Yes. Is that all right?" Linda said.
She folded her hands together and swallowed hard. For some reason, she couldn't avoid a feeling of guilt. Not more than a minute before, she was speaking with her ex-husband and her daughter, and now she was thinking about seducing her best friend's son.
Ethan shrugged. "I guess so."
Anne smiled and touched his cheek. "Don't worry, dear, you're just gonna talk, ok?"
"Yeah, ok, whatever," he said and flinched away.
Linda smirked. He was no different from any other teenage boy she knew.
Anne put something in his hand.
"You take these, and just do as Mrs. Murphy asks," she said, with a glance back at Linda. "I have to run to the store to get some things for dinner. You'll be all right, won't you?"
"Sure Mom," Ethan said.
Anne kissed his cheek and went out, but the look in her eye was something like she just gave up her son to some sacrifice.
"Come on in and sit down," Linda said, holding the door to her office open.
Ethan sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk, the same one his mother sat in, his hands still in his pockets. Linda sat in the other chair, facing him.
"What did you and your mother talk about?" she said.
He shrugged. "You know, girls and stuff."
"Did you talk about sex?"
"Yeah."
"Did you talk about condoms?"
"Yeah," Ethan said. He squirmed in the chair. His hands came out of the pockets and gripped the arms of the chair.
"Are you uncomfortable?"
"Yeah."
"Are you uncomfortable talking about girls?" Linda said.
"No. It's because I have a hard-on," Ethan said, looking into her eyes.
Linda caught her breath. She held his gaze as long as she could, but finally couldn't resist and glanced at his lap. The front of his jeans swelled with a bulge. She looked away quickly.
"Did your mother show you how to use a condom?" she said.
"Yeah. That's what she gave me," he said, and held up the red packets.
"Do you know what those are for?"
He shrugged. "I guess so. They're so I won't get a girl pregnant, right?"
"That's right," Linda said.
She brushed her palms on her skirt. The room seemed terribly warm. How could she maintain a professional attitude when she was sitting across from a handsome young man who was so clearly aroused?
"Do you know how to put them on?" she said. The words were difficult to pronounce. She couldn't believe she let them come from her mouth.
"Yeah, I guess. It's not too hard," Ethan said.
Linda swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Would you like to show me?"
Ethan looked around the office. "Right here?"
"Sure. Go ahead. I'll just watch."
Ethan hesitated, as if trying to make up his mind. He stood up in front of her. His hands were shaking, but they unfastened his jeans. Linda's eyes grew wide. Before he let them down, she could see the shape of his penis pressing out, and it stretched down the leg of his jeans.
His jeans dropped to his ankles. Linda's eyes grew wider. Anne wasn't lying. This boy was more than a man, more than any man she ever knew. His penis was as thick as her wrist and at least as long as her arm from her elbow to her hand.
Ethan sat down again. Linda took a breath and cleared her throat. If he noticed her staring at his organ like a girl who just saw one for the first time, he didn't show it. He was too busy concentrating on the red packet. Linda shifted on the chair, rubbing her knees together.
Ethan tore the packet open and removed the condom. His erection bent over between his legs under its own weight. He lifted it with one hand and placed the condom over the tip.
"I think that's upside down," Linda said.
Her hands sprung out from her sides and took the condom. He looked shocked, so she put on a warm smile.
"It works better like this."
She flipped the condom, pinched the tip between two fingers and rolled the sheath over his shaft. She let out a deep breath through her nose. He was so thick and so hard, and burned her fingers. She rolled the condom all the way to the base of his cock, where her fingers brushed through the wiry hair on his mound. She ran her hand up the shaft, feeling his heat through the thin rubber casing. It throbbed and pulsed with blood through her fingers.
"Is this what your mother did today?" Linda said.
"Yes." Ethan stared at her hand. His own hands squeezed the arms of the chair.
She moved her hand up and down, squeezing lightly.
"Do you mind if I do it?"
Ethan shook his head. "No. It feels good."
The office became very quiet, except for the soft crinkle of the rubber casing where her hand rubbed his penis. She was sure she could hear her heart pounding.
"So, you're not a virgin?" she said.
"Uh, no."
She nodded. "How many girls have you had sex with?"
"Uh, just two."
"Were they older than you or younger?"
"Older."
Linda nodded and squeezed his cock a little more firmly. Ethan gasped.
"Do you like girls?" she said.
"Sure, I guess."
"Do you like having sex with girls?"
Ethan grinned. "Yeah, very much."
Linda nodded again. "Do you like boys, too?"
His eyebrows crossed. "What do you mean?"
"Do you like to have sex with boys?"
"Do you mean am I gay?"
Linda cleared her throat. "Yes."
Ethan looked thoughtful for a moment. Linda's hand began to shake. She could not bear to take it away from his cock.
"I don't think so," Ethan said.
"Have you ever had sex with a boy?"
"No."
"Have you ever thought about having sex with a boy?"
"No."
Linda rubbed her thumb over the tip of his penis. Her mouth hung open and she was taking long, deep breaths.
"Would you like to have sex with me?" she said.
"Yes."
Linda glanced at the door. How would Anne take it if she knew her best friend had her hand around her son's penis? How would she take it if she knew her best friend was about to have sex with him? What would her ex think if he knew she was seducing a nineteen year old boy? What the hell did she care, anyway? Her ex didn't have a cock as long as her arm.
"You need to know something important, Ethan."
"What's that?" he said. His closed his hand around her wrist and moved her hand up and down his shaft. His hips rocked on the seat.
"You've been blessed with something special, Ethan. Very few men have a penis as big as yours. That means a lot of women are gonna want to have sex with you just for that reason." She cringed as she spoke the words. Wasn't that just what she was doing? "You have to remember you can't go around thinking that just because you have a large penis, that's all you need to satisfy a woman. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am," Ethan said, looking at her with wide eyes.
Linda closed her eyes. Now she was lecturing a teenage boy about how to satisfy a woman. What was next, demonstrating to her daughter how to give a blowjob? She stood up in front of Ethan, only reluctantly releasing his penis.
"I'm gonna teach you about a woman's body. I'm gonna show you how to satisfy a woman. Do you think you can handle that?" Linda said.
Ethan's eyes looked up at her. "I think so."
"Good. Maybe we'll have enough time before your mother gets back." She pulled her skirt up. "I want you to take my panties off."
Ethan stared at her, as if trying to decide whether she was serious or not. His hands finally released the arms of the chair and snaked up under her skirt. His fingers sent tingles through her skin like he had an electric current running through his veins. Linda licked her lips. He found the waistband of her panties and tugged them down to her knees.
"All the way, Ethan. I need them all the way off," she said.
He looked up at her again, hesitating. His hands were shaking and he looked pale, but he pushed the panties down past her calves to her ankles. She lifted them on the toe of her shoe.
"Why don't you keep them? You can add them to your collection," she said.
Ethan plucked them off her toe.
"My Mom will be mad if she finds them. She'll know what we did," he said.
"I'm sure she'll think you fucked another girl from school. Just don't let her find them."
She cleared the front of her desk, moving the lamp, the name plaque, and the pen holder aside and sat on the edge, her feet dangling off the floor. She held out her hand.
"Come here, Ethan. I want to show you something," she said.
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