THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH_(0)

This is a short story that has been bouncing around in my brain for a while. It’s a story of pure love, the kind few of us ever experience. As with everything I’ve written there’s sex embedded into the story, but only when it’s an integral part of the plot. The story is always more important to me than meaningless gratuitous sex. I hope you enjoy. Senorlongo

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“The best laid plans….” That was just about all I could think. My wife Beth and I had planned our retirement for years and had everything ready for my sixty-second birthday. But Beth had been experiencing what she called minor occasional abdominal pain for more than a year. She had pooh-poohed my requests that she see her doctor, claiming it was muscle spasms or maybe uterine fibroids. “They’re nothing. You’ll see.”

Well, of course, they weren’t “nothing.” “Nothing” turned out to be stage-four uterine cancer by the time she saw her gynecologist. Uterine cancer is easily treated if you get to it early enough. Beth’s cancer had spread through almost all of her organs by the time of her surgery. She lived for six more days—nowhere near enough to tell her how much I loved her and how much I would miss her–then I laid her to rest next to our son, Thomas, who had been killed while serving his country in Iraq. As I stood there looking into the deep grave I realized that I was truly alone…alone for the first time in more than thirty years. To tell this story correctly I have to go back, all the way to the beginning.

Albertus Magnus Cochran, III—who the hell tags a moniker like that on an innocent infant? My sadistic father and mother, that’s who; then they couldn’t understand why I was in so many fights in elementary school and junior high. Albertus, the first, had founded the firm and my father had succeeded him. They were both high-powered attorneys. I was supposed to meekly follow in their giant footsteps, but I fooled them—my father, anyway.

Grandfather—never Grandpa or Papa—passed just before my eighteenth birthday, leaving me a trust fund that gave me an allowance of $1,000 a month until my thirtieth birthday. I went to see an attorney the day he died to check on a legal procedure then cut school on my birthday so I could go to court to get my name changed. From then on I was Bert M—no period, just like Harry S Truman—Cochran. My parents were livid. They refused to speak with me and when I joined the U. S. Army instead of going to college I was disowned. I still had the trust fund–they couldn’t touch that–but everything else was gone. I didn’t care even a little. My childhood had been spent with nannies and at boarding school until I had intentionally flunked out. My mother was almost a total stranger. My father was even less.

I served six years in the United States Army, reaching the rank of Sergeant First Class, and it was the best time I’d ever known. I’d seen action in Kuwait and Iraq. Then I used the GI Bill to attend college—not my father’s alma mater—a state university where I studied education and earth science. I was hired for a position in a middle school and, once again, my father viewed me as a failure. “Can’t even teach in the big leagues; I guess you’re not smart enough for high school,” was the first thing he said at what was supposed to be a reconciliation meeting—my grandmother’s funeral. I turned on my heels and walked away, never to return. Fuck him! Fuck them all!

Truth was, I loved working with the younger kids and it showed. I never had a discipline problem and many of my students returned to the middle school to speak with me after moving up. It was at that school, during my third year, that I met Beth. She was a new teacher in the art department. We had lunch together during fifth period so we chatted along with the other teachers.

What turned out to be my chance came when the science department decided that every student should do an experiment and enter it in a school-wide science fair. I wasn’t terrified, but I was concerned. I knew absolutely nothing about art and even less about putting together an artistic presentation so I went to see her after school, my hat in my hand. “Elizabeth? Help!”

I knew I’d need help with her. She was drop-dead gorgeous—tall at 5’9” and slender with large succulent breasts, a narrow waist and hips, but a firm round butt. Her hair was black as pitch and long—almost half-way down her back—and her eyes were the brightest blue I’d ever seen. Did I mention that she was gorgeous? She wore slacks most days, I guessed because of the need to move around in class. Yes, she was a beautiful sexy woman while I was an ordinary man—six feet even and slender although I was still in excellent shape after my years in the Army. My light brown hair was short—maybe an inch at most with no part and no curl. It was a military cut that I kept because it was easy to care for. Hell…most times I cut it myself with a trimmer from Walmart.

I still remember the look she gave me. She put down the handful of clay she was carrying and turned to me with a warm welcoming smile. “What’s the problem?” I explained and she laughed. “I’m glad you’re having this project otherwise you’d never have gotten around to talking to me.”

“I talk to you.”

“Yeah, at work here or there when we’re in the company of a dozen other teachers. I’ll be glad to help you, but there’s a price.” She laughed again when I gulped. “You have to take me to dinner; nothing fancy—pizza will do–and you have to talk to me all evening.”

“All evening?”

“Okay, almost all evening. How about Friday night? Do I have to pick you up, too? Do I have to treat?” She looked stern, but began laughing a second later. Soon I joined her.

“It’s just that you’re so beautiful and I’m just….”

“Isn’t that for me to decide? I understand that you served in the Army.”

“Yeah, six years—four in Kuwait and Iraq–I couldn’t see going to college when I graduated high school. Part of it was getting even with my asshole parents.” I explained, starting with my ridiculous name which made her giggle, how I had changed it, and my parents’ reaction. “They had me down to be a lawyer from the day I was born, just as I was supposed to attend Harvard. My father went there, so did Grandfather; me, I went to SUNY Stony Brook. I gave up trying to please them when I was in junior high at boarding school. Sometimes I got poor grades just to aggravate them. I also wanted to get out of the boarding school they had sent me to and into public school.” I looked at my watch and noticed that I had been talking to her for more than an hour.
I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to keep you so late.”

“Am I a captive here? I don’t think so. Truthfully, this is the best afternoon I’ve spent since I came to work. My family is from just south of Albany so I don’t know anyone here. I come to work. I go home, prepare lessons, eat, and go to bed. That’s some life for a twenty-three year old.”

“Maybe you’d like to go to dinner tonight. I’ll still take you out on Friday, but I feel a little guilty about ruining your afternoon.”

“Ruining? Would you come with me just a second? I need some help in my storeroom.” She walked to the rear of the classroom and I followed. To my surprise she closed the door then folded herself into my arms and kissed me. It was entirely unexpected, but I do remember responding. She stepped back a minute later, smiled, then moved back in for another, working her tongue into my mouth, pressing those fantastic breasts into my chest, and rubbing her crotch into my thigh.

She broke the kiss, looked into my eyes, and suggested that we might get to dinner later…much later. Holding my hand she led me out of the closet to the classroom door. She still held me while she locked the door. There was not a single person to be seen, but even if there was we weren’t doing anything wrong. We were both single and, while staff romances weren’t encouraged, they weren’t against the rules either.

“How far is it to your place,” she asked me.

“Not far…about five miles east.”

“Are we coming back this way for dinner?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind there’s a great pizza joint down in the village and a great sandwich shop, too.”

“Sandwich? I know I’m a cheap date, but…a sandwich?”

“You need to trust me.” I led her to my truck and a minute later we were on the highway driving toward our destiny. I pulled into what had once been a farm lane and was still a narrow unpaved rutted driveway. Luckily, after three years I knew the location of every one. I twisted and turned up what should have been a straight trip, stopping at last in front of a small one-story house. The roof formed a four-foot overhang, making a narrow covered porch that ran for the entire front of the building.

“Nice!”

“It’s a hole, but it’s cheap and it’s private.”

“Private, I like.” Beth took my hand as I led her into the living room. There wasn’t much, just the combination living/dining/kitchen area in the entire front of the house with a short hallway off to the left leading to the single bedroom on the right and bathroom on the left.

“How on earth did you ever find this place?”

“It belongs to the parents of a former student. I was chatting with the kids for a minute at the end of class one day my first year and a student asked where I lived. I was in a boarding house—Mrs. McIntyre’s—down in the village. I told the kids it was okay, but not very private. The next day I found a note in my mailbox asking me to phone his parents. They offered the place to me and I moved in the next weekend. I’ve been here ever since.”

“You are going to take me to bed, aren’t you? I’ve been waiting for this since the start of school, but we can talk about that later…after.” I felt like a deer in the headlights as she led me to my own bedroom.

I may have been a single man living on my own, but that didn’t mean that I was a slob. Habits learned under strict Army discipline lasted a long time. Beth turned once she had reached the double bed and moved to me. We kissed again, her soft plump lips pressing firmly into mine. Her kisses were the sweetest and hottest I’d ever had—her tongue the most active and inquisitive. I’d dated occasionally in high school. Losing my virginity to Ginny Porter early in my senior year did wonders for my self-esteem. My experiences once I was in the Army were very different. I’d met a few local girls during my training in Texas, scoring more than half the time. Once I was deployed my sexual outlets were restricted to leaves which I usually spent in Eastern Europe—Prague and Budapest were my favorites where beautiful girls flowed like water. I was always careful, using a condom and getting tested for STD’s regularly. The nature of my combat assignment meant that I was often away from large outposts for extended periods. None of my interactions with the Iraqi’s were what one might call “friendly.”

I never dated in college. For one thing I wanted to finish as quickly as possible, taking as many classes as I could possibly handle and attending between the regular semesters, as well as summers. Truthfully, I found the antics of my “classmates” childish. Then I graduated and found a job teaching eighth grade earth science in nearby Northport, a beautiful village on the North Shore of Suffolk County, Long Island. Even though I had only a single lesson to prepare every day, teaching is a lot of work—much more than most people think. I socialized occasionally, mostly with other teachers from my school. My sexual relief came entirely from my right hand.

Beth took the initiative, breaking the kiss to remove my sweater and shirt. I responded by unbuttoning her blouse and dropping her slacks to her feet. I marveled at her breasts. I couldn’t believe that the flimsy cloth of her bra could be strong enough to support them. They were bigger and firmer and heavier than I’d thought and they looked to be perfectly symmetrical. Her nipples were extremely sensitive as I rolled and pinched them while she moaned in ecstasy.

I carefully laid her back onto the bed, covering her with my body. We kissed and held each other as I savored to softness of her perfect skin against mine. Her hand found my cock hard and ready, oozing slippery pre-cum; mine found her sex wet and hot. “No foreplay, Bert—not today, not now. I’m so hot for you. Just take me and fuck me hard. Please! I need you so badly. I’m begging you!”

I moved quickly between her legs. She helped me by raising her knees and wrapping her legs over my back. Between my pre-cum and her nectar I thought we’d have plenty of lubrication. My cock found her entrance and I eased forward into her velvet vise. I was in maybe an inch or so when I found resistance. My head jerked up and I looked into her eyes. “You’re a virgin?”

“Yes…shameful isn’t it?”

“Maybe we should step back and think about this. I don’t want to ruin what should be a special occasion for you.”

“Believe me, Bert—you’ll make it special, not ruin it. Please…do me; I’ll explain everything later.” She batted those long eyelashes at me and I could see her desire and need in her eyes. She rubbed my balls then tightened her legs’ grip on me. Her hand moved me back into her tunnel and she drove her hips up, ripping her hymen in a second. She was breathing hard as she moved up to meet me. If I didn’t know better I would have thought her to be extremely experienced. She did everything right as her hot tight pussy flexed around my needy cock.

I know I’m not the longest cock ever seen—not by a long shot. I’d guess I carry about six and a half inches, but I am unusually thick—almost two inches in diameter. Several women in Europe had told me that’s what really counts. Beth told me that she wanted it hard so I pounded her virgin pussy like it belonged to my worst enemy. In my mind I was taking no prisoners, but Beth apparently loved it. If I’d read her correctly she came twice before my cock erupted, bathing her womb with my slick baby juice.

“Oh shit,” I thought. I hadn’t asked her if she was safe. This could make for a very embarrassing situation at school. Beth must have read my mind because she smiled then whispered, “Not to worry; I have an implant under my armpit. I have to tell you…it was well worth waiting for—better than I ever dreamed. You probably think I’m a slut for fucking you before we even have a date.”

“A slut? No, anyone who’s a virgin at 23 is no slut, but I am mystified. Why me? You know nothing about me.”

She laughed until her body shook then spoke softly. “Oh, but I do, Bert. I know almost everything about you. I’ve known for a long time–years, in fact. I’ve known that you were named Albertus Magnus, but changed your name when you were eighteen. I’ve known that you defied your parents by going into the Army. I’ve known that you were deployed in Iraq where you were a sniper in Special Forces…a very successful sniper, probably the best the Army’s ever had. I know you won a silver star, a bronze star, and a distinguished service cross for the second battle of Al Basrah and you were injured twice, earning the Purple Heart with an oak leaf cluster.”

I leaned back to take a closer look at this woman. My concern showed on my face. Had she been stalking me?

“You probably think I’m a stalker, but I’m not. I know all of that and more from my dad. He knows you personally and you know him.” I must have looked confused because she continued. “What’s my name, Bert?”

“Elizabeth…Beth.”

She was laughing and raising her eyebrows when she said, “Keep going.”

“Okay, Elizabeth Walters.” She raised one eyebrow as if to say, “Come on, dummy.” I thought for a few minutes before the light went on. “Oh my God; Major General Mark Walters is your father?”

“Yup…I’m a genuine Army brat. Usually, there’s a lot of sex between brats, but not when your dad is base commander. Most boys were deathly afraid of me. Do you recall that we actually met when I ran into my dad’s office? You were a corporal then. I was in absolute awe of you—a real war hero. All Daddy did was sit behind a desk.”

“I must have been 20…about nine years ago. Did you have braids and braces then?” Her huge grin told me she did.

She continued a moment later. “I thought I recognized you the first time I saw you at orientation back in August—your haircut is kind of a giveaway–and then Mr. Fazio introduced you as one of the most outstanding young teachers in the school district. That’s when I was sure…sure I wanted you to be my first…and more. I was so excited that I phoned Daddy as soon as I got home that afternoon. Incidentally, I live at that same boarding house. He had your jacket pulled and gave me all of the details. He liked you when you were under his command and he likes you now, based on what I’ve told him about you. Everybody at school loves you. They all think you’re an incredible teacher and an even better person. I get a lot of your students every day and they’re always so excited about your class. I hate to admit it, but I’ve been pumping them for information. ”

She raised her head and kissed me again and again then pushed me off, rolled me over, and climbed onto my body. Rubbing those fantastic tits into my chest did the job on me. I was hard again in a second and into her incredibly tight heaven an instant later. I had to chuckle as she began to rock. Hands on my shoulders, Beth was working her clit like a madwoman for almost ten minutes. “Not too shabby for an almost virgin,” I joked. “You must have watched a lot of porn.”

“I did…oh, God…oh God, but now that I have you…oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” She shook wildly as a series of convulsions ripped through her slender body. Beth collapsed onto my chest, her breathing deep and rapid as her orgasm slowly ebbed. I held her tightly, my hands roaming over her back and butt, my still hard tool embedded deep within her. I wasn’t going to cum…not so quickly after the first time, but that was okay. Just holding this marvelous woman—feeling her incredible soft skin– was more than enough.

She must have lain on top of me semi-conscious for twenty minutes, at least. A goofy smile greeted me when she sat up. “I’ve read stories online and in ‘Cosmo’ about how great sex could be, but none of them compare with what you’ve given me this afternoon.”

“I think you had a lot to do with it. Just tell me that we’re going to do it again.”

“Is every day okay?” I smiled. It sure as hell was. I didn’t realize at the time, but Beth had made a promise she would keep for the rest of her life.

We walked into the bathroom naked, my cock dripping semen and pussy juice, my new lover with gobs of semen running down her legs. We looked at each other and laughed then we pulled each other into an embrace that ended only when I turned on the water. The shower here was one of the house’s best features. It was located over an old bathtub on legs; it was much bigger than tubs are today. There was a shower curtain that ran 360 degrees around the tub on an oval rod that hung from the ceiling. It was our first shower together—the first of many to come.

Once we had dressed I drove Beth past school down into the village. At this hour there was no difficulty finding a parking spot right in front of the Village Sandwich Shoppe. Holding her hand I walked up to the counter. “Hi, Sal—how’s the family?”

“Great, Bert; Robert is doing really well in biology and next year you’ll have Maria, our youngest. All I have to do is convince Fazio to put her into your class. Who’s your friend?”

“Sorry…this is my friend, Beth Walters. She’s a new art teacher.”

“She looks like a real good friend from here.” I refused to release her hand in spite of his jibes. “Rebel Rouser tonight?”

I pointed to the sign that hung against the back wall. Beth read the ingredients and nodded. “Two, Sal and can we have some fountain Cokes with ice?”

“Geez! You always come in here and ask for Coke. You know damn well that we have Pepsi. Why you always got to bust my balls?” I just laughed the way I always did and led Beth to a corner table.

“We go through that routine every time I come in here, but you made a great choice with the Rebel Rouser. It’s my favorite, by far.” We made small talk and Beth asked about the science experiments the kids would do.

I laid out my preliminary plan for the students and she agreed with most of it, but did suggest introducing the presentation early on in the process. She lost me when she got into font styles and sizes, but assured me that she’d deal with that in her classes to support me. We were well into our discussion when Sal brought our sodas and the sandwiches a few minutes later. “My God, how am I supposed to eat all of this?” I have to say—Sal always spoiled me. This ten-inch hero sandwich was supposed to have four slices of Virginia ham, four slices of turkey breast, four slices of provolone and four of bacon before being placed into the oven so the cheese would melt and fuse the sandwich together. Sal always gave me—and now Beth—double, and all because of what I’d been able to do with his son who had been an uninspired student until he took my class. Then he learned to love science and it carried over to his other classes, as well. He had gone from a “C” student to straight “A’s.”


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That was the start of my relationship with Beth. We saw each other every single day, spending time working on our lessons or grading tests at my old enameled steel kitchen table.