The Life of John Smith Chapter 9

Chapter 9 What Went Wrong?

Looking back on that Friday in my bedroom with Carol, after all these years, I do not know for sure what went wrong. I know that she enjoyed what I did to her. I have reviewed those events so many times they are seared in my mind. I kissed every inch of her from head to pussy. Once I arrived at her pussy, I found she was flowing with the sweetest female nectar I have ever tasted. I savored it as I lapped at everywhere my tongue could reach. I inserted two fingers into her moist opening, stroking the in and out. I attempted to give her as much pleasure as she could take.

She loudly moaned out her pleasure. Most of her words of praise for my pussy eating were incoherent. She did not grip my head or pull me into her like the last time, instead she grabbed at the bedding and pushed her pussy up at me. She was definitely enjoying what I was doing. The longer I administered to her, the more violent her movements became. If however, by those movements, she shook me away from her pussy, and especially her clit, her movements calmed so I could return to lap up her juice and lick her clit.

After enjoying several orgasms, she reached a point where she could take no more. First, she called out, “Enough, enough.” That did not stop me, so she gripped my head between her thighs and squeezed. This did not stop me because my tongue could continue to lap at her clit. Suddenly she pushed me away with her hands. As I raised up, she pushed me further with her feet. Both of her feet struck my chest, pushing me over backwards.

I nearly fell off the bed. I righted myself and stood at the side of the bed, looking down at her as she continued to thrash around. It appeared, she was still trying to push and kick me away. I did not know what to do for her, so I just stood listening to her moans and watching as she slowly calmed down. Suddenly I realized, I had to pee and pee bad. I rushed to the bathroom to do so and upon my return I found Carol had returned to my mother’s room.

Still naked I went to mother’s room to find that Carol was getting dressed. Seeing me she commanded, “Get dressed! Take me home!” I did just that.

She did not speak a word on the ride home. She would not answer me when I asked for an explanation. She sat as far from me as she could, pressed against the passenger door. She opened that door as I stopped the car at the curb in front of her house. She was out and running before I had a chance to say or do anything.

When I picked up mother at work she asked, “How’d it go?”

“Okay, I guess,” I said.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” I snapped back at her.

“Then it didn’t go well,” she said.

I said nothing further even after she asked me to tell her what happened. I knew that if I answered her question, “Did you two have a fight?” I would wind-up telling her everything and would in all probability, be crying like a baby. I kept silent all the way home.

Mother let me be until we were finished eating dinner. She at last said, “You know I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened.” I looked directly into her eyes, telling myself not to look away and I said nothing. Then she said, “You know a wound has to be washed clean before it can heal.” I looked away.

“Mom, please,” I begged. Feeling I wanted to run but knowing there was nowhere to run to.

“Johnny, don’t let it fester. Just tell me what went wrong,” she said.

I knew she was right, so I surrendered. “That’s the thing. I don’t know what went wrong,” I responded.

“Tell me what the two of you did. Maybe I can figure out what went wrong.”

I decided she was not about to give up and if she could help me understand, why not let her? “Remember how you taught me to eat pussy? You said I should keep eating until the girl was satisfied.”

“Yes, and did you satisfy her?”

“I thought I did.”

“And then what?” she asked.

“Then nothing. She pushed me…she kicked me…she ran away…she dressed and told me to take her home,” I said. I was on the verge of bursting into tears. I knew that if I did cry, I would be mother’s little boy again. I had to be a man and not cry. I had to!

“Did you ask her what was wrong?” she pressed.

“Yes, mom! I asked her what was wrong, and she would not answer me,” I said. In my attempt to not cry, I was beginning to get agree. I was angry at mother, myself, and Carol.

“Do you want me to talk to her or her other?”

“mom for heaven’s sake, just let it be! Don’t do anything, please!” I pleaded.

“It looks like Carol is the only one who can tell you what went wrong. Give her a call but don’t start out apologizing,” mother concluded. Adding, “Never apologize until you know what you…” Her words trailed off as she stood and left the room.

I called her the next morning. Her mother answered and told me Carol was not feeling well. I told her to tell Carol I hoped she felt better soon. I called again mid-morning on Sunday. Her mother said Carol was about the same. I asked if I could come by to see Carol. She told me that was not a good idea adding. “Her father is here.” I did not know why she said that, but it seemed to be a warning and I had yet to meet him and did not relish meeting him under these circumstances.

In the afternoon on Sunday, fresh off her period, mother decided it would be safe for me to fuck her without a rubber. “You have never entered me without a rubber. You will like it and it is safe right after a period. Besides, you need to get your mind off that girl.” When she said, “that girl” instead of using her name, I felt irritated. I tried not to show any interest, but the thought of sticking my dick in a pussy without a rubber caused an instant hardon.