Centerfold 
 
        Jim McGuire skidded his bike to a stop in
front of the large blue sided house.  Setting the
bike up against the short white picket fence, the
eighteen-year-old glanced at his watch.  He smiled
as he saw that he was right on time. Not that Mrs.
Burke would’ve been angry if he had been a little
late, but it was a matter of pride to the sandy
haired young man that he showed up places when
he said he would.
        Originally he had planned to spend this
week in Florida, his parents had promised him a
trip to the Kennedy Space Center as a graduation
present.  He’d been interested in space since he
was ten and had been looking forward to the trip
for years. But the Challenger disaster last January
changed all that.  He told his parents that he’d go
when the Shuttles flew again, even through some
critics were saying that might not be until 1987, or
88.
        “Good afternoon, Mrs. Burke.”  he called
out as he spotted the silver haired woman waiting
on the porch.   “Afternoon James.” the fifty-two
year old waved back as she pulled a large stack of
mail from the box.
        Christine Burke had been a fixture in the
neighborhood since long before Jim McGuire had
been born.  Almost every kid in the area looked
on her as sort of an adopted Aunt.  Without any
children of their own, she and her husband,
Doctor Ron Burke had made up for it by
getting involved in many of the youth oriented
activity in the small town.  In fact it was as a Den
Mother that Jim had first met her when he joined
the Cub Scouts. Then a few years later, when he
graduated to the Boy Scouts, Ron Burke had been
the senior Scoutmaster.
        The memory of his days in the Scouts
made Jim think once again what a shame it was
what happened to Dr. Burke last year.  He had
been coming home late one night after visiting a
patient and was involved in a head on collision
with a drunk driver. The cops had said the other
driver had to have been doing ninety miles an hour
when he slammed into Mr. Burke’s station wagon. 
The fact that he didn’t survive the crash either was
poor consolation.
        It was because of Dr. Burke that Jim had
been coming over these last few days.  After a
year, Christine Burke had decided that her
husband of almost twenty-eight years would want
her to get on with her life and not spend it
mourning his death.  So she had begun to clear
out some of his things.  Clothes to various good
will agencies.  Parts of his library to the local boys
club.  And now, most of his scouting gear to the
troop.
        Technically, Jim wasn’t a Boy Scout
anymore, having passed his 18th Birthday three
weeks before.  But he had been filling in for the
one remaining Scoutmaster who was away on
vacation.  Besides, will all the Burkes had done
for the troop over the years it was the least he
could do.
        “You know where everything is, James.” 
Christine said as she stepped off the porch. “I’m
going to run a few errands before it gets much
hotter.  Although I can’t really imagine how it
could.”
        “I heard over in the drugstore that it’s
supposed to drop to a cool eighty-five degrees
tomorrow.”  Jim grinned as she walked passed
him.
        “I’d better dig up my winter coat then.” 
Christine laughed.
        
        As he watched Christine Burke get into
her car and pull out of the driveway, Jim couldn’t
help but think that he was glad she had decided to
put the tragedy behind her.  In fact, he’d heard
more than a few of the older men at his Dad’s
hardware store remark that they’d love to date
Christine now that she was a widow.  Of course a
few of them had put it in a lot blunter terms. 
They’d been friends of Ron Burke and many times
over the years had envied the woman he went to
bed with each night.
        Jim had thought to himself at the time that
if he were thirty or so years older, he’d probably
want to date Mrs. Burke too.  Aside from her
personality, which was reason enough in his mind,
Christine Burke definitely wasn’t what you
thought of when you tried to picture a woman in
her early fifties.
        It wasn’t so much her looks, he thought,
although she did look younger -- the result of
paying attention to both diet and exercise all her
life.  It was a matter of attitude.  Someone once
told him that age was just a state of mind.  That a
person could be pretty much the same person
at 50 as they were at 20.  Originally, he found it
hard to believe, simply because he couldn’t image
his own parents as teenagers.  That had changed
when he got to spend time with the Burkes.
        It wasn’t hard to imagine the Burkes as
teenagers, because there were times when they
acted like they still were.  They had a zest for life
that getting older hadn’t diminished.  Jim smiled
as he remembered the All Scout Camping Trip
they had gone on his Junior year of high school. 
An overnight trip, the Cubs had come along, and
with them Mrs. Burke.  Jim had gotten up to
make a bathroom run during the night and had
almost run into the Burkes in the woods.  He
didn’t get close enough to actually see anything,
but from what he heard it wasn’t hard to tell what
they were doing.  He couldn’t imagine his parents
doing anything like that, even though they were
almost ten years younger.


        Over an hour passed as Jim worked up a
good sweat going through piles of Mr. Burke’s
stuff, despite the air conditioning in the den.  It
wasn’t so much the camping equipment that took
a lot of time, but a lot of records and troop plans
that filled several boxes.  Then of course they
were mixed in with a lot of other folders,
magazines and such that had to be sorted.  It
looked like the man saved everything he ever read
or wrote over forty years.  As much as many of
the Scouts liked to think otherwise, Ron Burke
was far from perfect.  His haphazard
filing system was just one example.     

        “He’s got Time and Life magazines here
from the 1950’s.”  Jim said to himself as she
pulled open the lid from another storage box.  “I’d
better be careful with these, I’ve heard some of
these books are worth a lot of money to
collectors.
        Carefully putting those magazines aside,
Jim’s eyes lit up when he saw the pile below them.
        “All right, Playboys!”  he said out loud.
        Actually, it was a few issues of Playboy
and a couple of men’s magazines he had never
heard of.  Still naked girls were naked girls.
        “I think it’s time for a break.”  he laughed
as he sat down at the desk and opened the first
magazine to the centerfold.  “Let’s see what they
have to say about Miss June of 1960.” 
        Miss June had a 36-20-36 figure, Jim read
as he opened to the centerfold. 5 foot 2 and 108
lbs she’d been born on October 17, 1937.  Her
ambition was to do a Broadway show.  Turn ons
were the color black and strawberries. Turnoffs
included hypocrites and snobs.  Hobbies were
swimming, sketching and dancing.
        "Now why can't I meet a girl like that?" 
Jim laughed aloud as he spread the 22-year-old's
centerfold to its full length. 
        Looking again at the data sheet, Jim
realized that Miss June had been born six years
before his mother. That put a little damper on the
fantasy that had popped into his mind.  
        
        Jim closed that issue of Playboy and
picked up another.  This one was an even earlier
edition from 1955.  The centerfold in that one was
a really cute redhead with short hair.  Her pictorial
was shot in what was at the time a very modern
bath.  It was a perfectly natural setting for a
woman to be nude, yet he found it to be very
erotic.  Much more so than the spread pussy shots
he’d sometimes seen in current magazines.  A
third publication, one, which he’d never, heard of
before, held similar photos.  Pretty women nude
or semi-nude in natural soundings.  That and
another issue of the same book dated from the
early 1960’s.  
        “God, these girls must’ve given thousands
of guys hard-ons!”  Jim thought out loud as she
flipped through yet another old title. “I know
they’re giving me one.”  he added with a smile.
        Taking in a few more pictorials, the
eighteen-year-old wondered what these women
were like today?  Grandmothers most likely he
mused as he remembered the publication dates.
He’d love to see a picture of them now, just to
compare.  Not nude of course, he didn’t think he
wanted to see old women in the buff.  Still, some
older actresses he’d seen in movies and television
still looked pretty good.

        Jim’s blue eyes noticed that one magazine
toward the bottom of the pile was wrapped in
plastic.  Curious, he pulled that one out.  The tape
holding the flap in place was yellow with age,
signifying it hadn’t been opened in years.  It was
another one of those old titles that Jim had never
heard of, dated Summer of 1955.  
        Looking at the first two pictorials, Jim
wondered why Doctor Burke had bothered to
cover this book with plastic. It didn’t seem to be
any different that the other half dozen books he
had already looked at.  In fact, if he rated the first
two girls he looked at they would be on the
bottom of the list.
        “Wait a second!”  the young man
exclaimed into the empty air as he reached the
third photo shoot.  “This girl is definitely an 11!”     
        
        The woman he referred to was 21 years
old with baby blonde hair. It was cut short in an
elaborate hairstyle that could only be called
elegant. That simple word applied to the rest of
her as well.  Bright blue-green eyes sparkled out
of the glossy centerfold, the jewels of an exquisite
face. Lips bright red in the style of the day framed
a perfect smile, instantly captivating the young
man.
        Almost reluctantly, he let his gaze move
down her body.  A body that matched her visage.
Flawlessly, rounded breasts, perfectly
proportioned to her 5’5”, 115-pound form.  A
snow white fur coat she had loosely wrapped
around her hid the nipples of her breasts, but Jim
just knew they had to be as perfect as the rest of
her. In fact, when he thought about it, you really
couldn’t call this and any of the other photographs
of this young woman nudes.  In every shot, even
though you knew she was naked, either the coat
or a strategic shadow covered her vital areas.
        There was something strangely haunting
about the young woman as Jim stared at the
headshot that finished the pictorial.  A sense that
those blue-green eyes were looking right at him
across the years. A feeling that he’d looked into
those eyes before.
        “Holy shit!”  Jim cried out as he finally
looked at the model’s name.  
        Again and again, he read the little fact
sheet, stopping once more at the name Christine
Ann Kimball.  It had to be a coincidence he
thought.

        Then in a flash of inspiration, Jim jumped
up from behind the desk and went to the large
cabinet on the other side if the room.  On his last
visit over here he had helped clean it out and
remembered seeing the Burke’s wedding album in
there.  Mrs. Burke had said another time she’d
love to show him the photographs but that it was
still too painful for her.  Of course he understood,
he’d told her. 
        He had to move a few other items to find
the thick book.  A large smile filled his face as he
lifted it and carried it back to the desk.  Laying the
magazine spread across the top of the desk, he
opened the album beneath it.  Quickly passing the
many group shots and church pictures, he stopped
at a large portrait of the bride.  A loud whistle
passed his lips.  The sandy haired teen looked into
the same bewitching eyes he had seen in the old
centerfold.   
        There was no mistaking it as he kept
switching from the album to the pictorial.  Even
the dates matched up.  On the bottom corner of
the wedding scrapbook was the date 11/24/55,
only a few months after the magazine had been on
the newsstands.

        “Wow!”  he exclaimed once more to the
empty room.  “Who’d have ever imagined that?”  
        A “I know a secret” smirk formed at the
corner of his mouth when he remembered all the
men at his Dad’s store who had admired Mrs.
Burke.  Imagine how they’d react if they knew
she’d been a centerfold.   They’d be beating down
the door to her house to be first in line.
        Jim suddenly became aware of his own
reaction to his discovery.  The erection he had
developed from looking at the other magazines
had jumped to epic proportions.  Straining against
his jeans, he couldn’t remember being so hard
since the first time Jenny Morgan had let him take
off her bra.  The sight of those big nipples had
been enough for him to come in his pants. 
        Undoing his belt and the clasp on his jeans,
Jim had his cock in hand before he realized it. It
felt good in the refrigerated air and the sudden
release reduced the pressure he felt behind it.
His gaze returned to the semi nude photos of the
former Christine Kimball and he found himself 
stroking his cock. 
        “God she was hot!”  he though as he
rubbed his manhood, adding a moment later that
in a way she still was.

        Running his fingers up and down his hard
cock, Jim couldn’t remember ever feeling this
good simply jerking off to a bunch of magazine
photographs.  Then again, none of the women in
the magazines he’d used before had been the cub
scout pack leader when he was 8.  That thought
brought back the memory that when he’d first
discovered masturbation later in the 7th grade,
Mrs. Burke had been an often-used image in his
self-gratification.  
        “Oh yeah, baby,” the young man
murmured softly as she closed his eyes and
pictured an image of Christine Burke in her Den
Mother’s uniform.  Or rather partially out of that
blue skirt and yellow blouse.
        The sandy haired boy could feel the
familiar explosion building in his balls. He slowed
down the motion of his hand, realizing that he had
better get out his handkerchief quick or he was
going to shoot all over Mr. Burke’s desk.  
        As he opened his eyes and reached into his
back pocket, Jim’s gaze fell once more on the
glossy photo of Christine’s 21-year-old breasts. 
        “Oh man, I wonder if her tits still look that
good?”  he asked himself out loud as he brought
his handkerchief to the base of his cock.

        “Well maybe not that good, but Ron
always said he thought they were still pretty nice.”

        The coldest fear Jim had ever felt in his
young life suddenly gripped him as the sound of
Christine Burke’s voice filled the room.  His head
snapped up and his hand released its hold on his
cock as if it had suddenly become a hot iron.  For
a moment he hoped he had imagined what he’d
heard.  A hope that was quickly dashed when he
looked to his left and saw Christine standing in the
doorway to the study.
        Jim was speechless as she calmly walked
across the room, acting as if she walked in on
young men jerking off to her nude pictures every
day of the week.  As she got to the edge of the
desk, she looked over and saw the magazine that
Jim had been masturbating to. A warm smile filled
her face.
        “That was my first photo shoot.”  she said
as she turned the page with an outstretched hand. 
“I did two more after that, but Ron always loved
this one the most.  That’s how we met you know,
at that shoot.  The photographer was a friend of
Ron’s and had invited him over to watch.  Not
that he needed his friend to see a naked women,
even way back then.  That was in his first year of
residency and was well acquainted with the female
form.  He was more interested in the technical
aspects of photography that a free look at some
tits and ass.  Of course thats not what we told
people when they asked how we met.”
        Jim was now more in shock over
Christine’s casual manner than his being caught in
the act.  In fact he forgot all about his cock still
being out, never mind that it had quickly deflated.
        “It’s not what you might think,”  she
continued in that same calm tone.  “A lot of
people back then just assumed that any girl who
would pose for pictures like that also had to be a
slut.  Truth was, I went virginal to my wedding
bed.”
        Jim was both fascinated into the hidden
glimpse into her life, yet at the same time
wondering why she was sharing it.  Still he wasn’t
about to ask.
        “I bet you’re pretty confused right now.” 
she grinned as she sat down on the edge of the
desk.  “A woman walks in on you sitting in her
house, playing with your cock and instead of
screaming in outrage she starts telling you aspects
of her personal history.”
        As she answered part of  his unasked
question, Jim remembered his now shriveled cock. 
He was unsure if he should now make some
attempt to cover it or just ignore it. Since
Christine hadn’t mentioned it, he finally figured
that drawing attention to it might not be a good
thing to do. 
        “I just mentioned that because I want you
to know that I wasn’t a slut back then,”  she went
on.  “Just as I’m in no way a slut now.”
        “Why would I think she was a slut now?” 
Jim thought, after all, he was the one who had
been jacking off in her house.
        “Actually, my walking in on you has a
positive side.”  she said in a quieter voice.
        “I don’t understand.”  Jim replied, finally
finding his voice.  
        “There’s something I wanted to talk to
you about, something of a somewhat sensitive
nature.” she answered, more than a trace of
hesitation in her voice.  “If this isn’t the ice
breaker to beat all I don’t know what is.”
        At that, Jim actually laughed, feeling a
little relieved for the first time since he’d heard her
voice.  
        “There’s no easy way to ask this, so I
guess straight out is always best.”
        The older woman paused for a moment as
if searching for words.  Then she simply asked.
        “Jim, would you like to sleep with me?”
        
        “What?”  Jim asked, the word dying
stillborn on his lips. 
        “Would you like to sleep with me, you
know... sex?  I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”
        “Me..?”
        “Yes you.  You have done this before,
haven’t you?  I mean you’re not a ....”
        “No, I’ve done it before.”  Jim said,
although he could count the number of times he
had on one hand.
        “Good,”  she beamed, a smile that
transcended the years between them.
        “Why me?”  Jim asked.  “I can think of a
dozen men who’d jump at the chance to date
you.”
        “Not the answer I really expected.”  she
laughed.  “I though young men your age were
perpetually horny.”    
        “We might be. But this young man ties to
think with his big head rather then his little one.”
        “Not so little from what I saw.”  Christine
laughed.  “But the fact that you even hesitate is
one of the reasons.  But I guess you do deserve
more of an explanation.”
        Christine moved off the desk and settled
into a nearby chair. She took a minute to think
about what she wanted to say.
        “You’re right about a lot of men wanting
to date me,”  she began.  I can’t tell you how
many propositions I’ve had since the funeral. 
How many men, some of them even married, want
to help console the grieving widow.  The problem
is that none of them interest me.  I’m not looking
for a new husband, and if I’m going to just have a
casual lover, then I think I could do a lot better
than what I’ve been offered.  As a result, I’ve
gone to bed alone ever since.”
        “That doesn’t explain why me?  Not that I
haven’t fantasized about you more times than I
should admit.”  he replied.
        “A few months before Ron died,”  she
went on.  “We actually talked about this.  Not that
we ever expected to do anything but spend the
rest of out lives together. It was just some play
talk late one night.  About if we were going to
pick a young lover, who would it be.  You were
my choice.  And I have to say, I gave it a lot of
thought.  In many ways, you remind me a lot of
Ron.  And you can take that as a pretty big
compliment.” 
        “Who did Mr. Burke pick?”  Jim asked.
        “Sharon Ryan.”  
        Jim pictured for a moment the head of the
cheerleading squad.  He couldn’t say she reminded
him of Mrs. Burke in any way, but she did have
half the guys in school trailing after her. 
        “Not a bad choice I guess,”  Jim said,
knowing he was lying.  He hadn’t been included in
that half of town chasing her.
        “So, my young friend, what do we do
now?”  she said, directing the conversation back
to her question.  “Do you pack it up, so to speak,
or do we see about getting it all unpacked?”
        
        Christine was still waiting for an answer
when she looked down and saw that Jim’s cock
was once again rock hard and pointed at the
ceiling. 
        “Should I take that as  a yes?”  she
grinned.
        “I guess that’s one head heard from.”  Jim
laughed, trying to make light of the fact he wasn’t
sure what he should do. He was sure none of his
friend or the men down at his father’s store would
have any hesitation.
        Christine could see that Jim was hesitant. 
If anything, that just made him more attractive to
her.  
        “Maybe I can help the other head decide as
well.”  she quipped as she got out of her chair.
        Jim didn’t have time to think about what
she said before he felt a sudden wetness engulf his
cock.  A wetness that was caused by the touch of
Christine’s mouth as it took in his entire length.  
        “Oh shit!”  Jim called out as he felt the
touch of her tongue as it ran across his manhood.

        “This is probably cheating,”  Christine
thought to herself as she slid his cock in and out
of her mouth.  “Like any man is going to say no
once you have him by the cock.”
        As it turned out, Jim didn’t have time to
decide anything.  He’s been pretty close to climax
before  Christine had unexpectedly returned, the
hot embrace of her mouth instantly brought him
back to that point.  It didn’t take a dozen strokes
before he exploded in her mouth.
        “Mmmm”  Christine murmured as she felt
his salty whiteness splash first against the back of
her mouth, and then down her throat.
        “Oh God!” Jim gasped in unison as he felt
the energy drain out of him. 

        It was over in less than a minute.  Jim just
sat there, enjoying the aftereffects of his climax. 
That had definitely been better than jerking off to
the picture he thought.  Christine as well was
enjoying the taste and feel of their transient
encounter.  It was only the second cock she’d
ever had in her mouth. 
        “I guess that was a little unfair of me.” 
she said as she got up and dropped back into the
chair.
        “No, not at all.”  Jim replied, unsure
exactly how you could complain about a woman
giving you, however brief, a blowjob.      
        “I’ll understand if you want to leave now.”
Christine continued in the same contrite tone.
“Let’s just forget about going through Ron’s
things.”
        “No, it’s okay.”  Jim quickly answered. 
“In fact I was about to say that I’d be really happy
to..  I mean I’d like to...what I mean is....”
        “That you’d like to stay and fuck me.” 
Christine said, finishing his sentence for him.
        “Yes.”  Jim nodded, just a little
embarrassed.
        “Well I think that if you really want to do
something like that, then you really should be able
to say the words.”  Christine said, sure now that
no matter what she did he was hers.
        “I’d like to fuck you!”  he called out in a
loud voice.
        “That’s better,” Christine laughed.  “And
I’d like to fuck you too.”  she added with a smile.
So why don’t you clean yourself up a little and
then we’ll move upstairs where we’ll be more
comfortable.    
        
        As Jim followed Christine up the wrought
iron circular staircase, he couldn’t help but get a
really good look at the outline of her ass.  The
thought that he was about to get an even more
revealing look at it was almost more than he
comprehend.
        “Things like this don’t happen in real life.”
he told himself silently as they reached the second
floor. Then he answered himself that obviously
they did, seeing that only a few minutes ago his
cock had been in Christine’s mouth.

        Christine took his hand in hers and led him
into the guest bedroom.  Her hand felt so soft and
warm in his.  She unexpectedly turned around and
kissed him.  A soft and tender kiss, just enough to
show some of the desire within her.
        “Why don’t you sit on the bed and make
yourself comfortable.”  She whispered into his ear.
“I’m just going to change into something a little
more appropriate.” 
        If he had any hesitation about what she
meant by making himself comfortable, the long
slow passage of her outstretched palm across his
crotch quickly dispelled it.  With another broad
smile, she turned and headed across the hall to the
master bedroom, leaving the scent of her perfume
to warm him.
        
        Jim quickly removed his clothes and laid
them on a nearby chair.  He stretched out on the
large bed, gently stroking a cock that was already
hard again.  If he measured the passage of time by
the beats of his heart, it seemed like a long time
had passed since Christine went to change.  In
reality, the clock on the dresser had only recorded
five brief minutes.
        “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too
long?”  Christine said from the doorway.
        “Fuck!”  Jim exclaimed as he turned to
look at her.  ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean ...”
        “That’s okay,”  the older woman smiled as
she entered the room. “I’ll just take that as a
compliment.  I was afraid this was going a little
overboard.”
        For a few moments while he was waiting,
Jim had wondered what Christine was changing
into.  The possibility that it might be her scout
uniform brought back a half dozen youthful
fantasies.  He’d heard that some women were into
things like that.  
        What she had changed into, could in no
way ever be mistaken for anything you’d find in
the Scout’s Uniform Catalogue.  Jim had seen a
few outfits like the one Christine was wearing in
Playboy pictorials, but knew few women who
could really get away wearing anything like it. 
Much less anyone her age. 
        It was fire engine red, a color that looked
incredibly erotic against her light skin. A strapless
lace bustier was the centerpiece of the ensemble,
highlighting a still impressive bust.  His eyes
moved downward, from the matching g-string to
the equally red garters and stockings.  Draped
around her bare shoulders was a short sheer robe
that highlighted more than hid the skin beneath it.   
        Pleased with Jim’s reaction, Christine
moved to the side of the bed. She slid the short
robe from her shoulders and draped it across Jim’s
neck.  With a gentle tug, she pulled back on it,
drawing Jim close to her.  Replacing the robe with
her hands, she guided his face to between her
lace-covered breasts.
        The sweet perfume that he had gotten a
brief sample of before now filled his nostrils,
mixed with her own natural scents. Buried in the
warmth of her skin, Jim could only describe his
situation as heaven. 
        Holding his head tight against her mounds,
Christine gently stroked the hair on the top and
back of his head, planting a few kisses as she
went.  Jim’s hands had begun an exploration of
their own.  They started at her back, starting at
the bare skin of her shoulders and down across the
thin bustier.  Finally coming to the almost
non-existent g-string.  Her asscheeks were soft
and warm as his fingers moved across them,
sliding under the small lace straps.  To his
surprise, the loose knot holding it in place opened
at his touch. 
        Moving his hand further down between
her legs, it came to rest on a tightly cropped and
very saturated mound.  The caress sent a shiver
through both of them.
        “Oh yes,”  Christine purred as she felt his
fingers.  “It’s been so long since I’ve been touched
there.”  
        Encouraged, Jim pressed a little harder and
felt his fingers enter her.  Listening to the rise and
fall of her breaths, he began to slowly slide them
in and out. The faster he moved, the faster her
breaths came. 
        They held each other tightly for a few
more moments as the rapid movement of Jim’s
hand brought the expected result.  It was a small
orgasm, the equivalent of Jim’s in the study
below.  It put them on an equal footing, and paved
the way for whatever was to come.

        After her little delight, Christine finally
released Jim and stretched one of her legs out
across the bed.  She reached out and slowly undid
the snaps of her garters. Slowly, knowing his eyes
were locked on her, she slid her lace topped
stocking down her legs.  An action repeated on its
twin.  As they each fell to the floor, she ran her
long slender fingers up and down the now bare
legs, right up to her now equally exposed sex.  
        Jim watched silently, unwilling to break
the mood with words.  Never is his young life had
he felt so aroused.  He was afraid to move
thinking that even the slightest brush of his cock
against the soft sheets would leave his seed
scattered all over them. 
        Now only the bustier remained and
Christine’s nimble fingers quickly undid the hooks
and loops that held in together.  Once they fell
free, she held the front of the garment in place
with one hand, watching the anticipation in her
paramour’s eyes.  A few moments later she
released it and it followed the rest of her outfit to
the hard wood floor.
        “Well..?” she asked as she held her hands
under her still pert breasts.  “I hope you’re not too
disappointed?  Not exactly like in those old
pictures.”
        She was right in that respect, Jim realized. 
She wasn’t the young girl in the magazine, that
woman was thirty years in the past. Yet she was a
very attractive woman in a very different way. It
occurred to him that there were literally thousands
of contemporaries as beautiful as the 21 year old
Christine Kimball, but few as attractive as the 52
year old Christine Burke.  It surprised him to
realize that given the choice, he would pick the
older version.  In reply to her question, he told her
just that.
        
        Christine’s reply came in non-verbal form. 
She took Jim’s hand and led him off the bed to a
standing position next to it.  She kissed him softly,
again and again.  First on his lips and then on his
cheeks.  Finally, inch by inch, she began to kiss
and lick her way down across his chest.
        Again and again, she pressed her lips
against his male nipples, running her tongue
around the pink circles around them.  Jim had
never had a girl play with his nipples before and
never considered that it would be pleasurable for a
guy as well.  It was a pleasant revelation. 
        She continued downward, dropping to her
knees.  Jim assumed that he was about to get
another blowjob, but he was wrong.  That would
come later.  For now, Christine was as eager to
explore his young body as he was hers. 
        In pure numbers, Jim had already had six
times as many lovers as his older partner.  But
while he had the variety, she’d had the years of
familiarity in which to explore the fullest range of
sexual acts.
        She ran her fingernails across the smooth
cheeks of his ass, following their wake with her
lips and tongue.  Jim jumped as he felt his cheeks
spread apart and something wet and soft brush
against his most sensitive of openings.  Again and
again, her tongue lashed up and within his ass,
bringing a second new delight to the young man.
        As her tongue worked it’s magic, one
slender hand reached around his waist and took
hold of his rock hard cock.  Manicured fingers
gently moved up and down its length, keeping
time with the movement of her tongue.  The dual
action sent a double spark through him. A practice
hand kept him from the embarrassment he worried
about when she had stripped. 
        Her free hand continued to explore his
form, running up and down his legs, then up and
across his back and chest. Soon no part of his
body had been left untouched by her soft caress.
        “You are a beautiful young man.” 
Christine said as she finished her exploration and
sat down on the bed’s edge. 
        Unsure how to respond to a statement that
he was beautiful, Jim simply smiled.  He realized
that now it was his turn to explore her body. 
Sitting down next to her, his hands cupped her
breasts as he kissed her gently on her lips.  The
softness of his kiss changed as he felt his passion
returned, along with Christine’s tongue, which
darted within his open mouth.      
        Following Christine’s example, he kissed
his way down across her neck and down to her
breasts.  With boyish enthusiasm, he kissed and
caressed the breasts he had so admired in that old
magazine.  The sudden thought that he was only
the second man ever to do so added to his
excitement.  Remembering how nice Christine’s
mouth had felt on his nipples, he tried to spend a
lot more time and effort than he usually did on
hers.  From the look of enjoyment on her face, he
was sure she appreciated his efforts.  
        Moving downward, he came to the small
patch of hair that framed her still wet pussy.  He
could still smell the scent of her recent orgasm, a
delightful aroma that made his cock tingle.  He
kissed the center of her mound, pushing his
tongue between the folds.
        Christine responded by spreading her legs
and reaching down to part her lips with her hand. 
Jim had gone down on two other girls, but neither
had been a very rewarding experience.  He was
sure this time it would be much different.
        With the older woman’s fingers leading the
way, he had no trouble finding her clitoris and
quickly went to work on it with both his lips and
tongue.  Christine approved of his actions with a
soft gasp.  Then she just laid back and closed her
eyes, enjoying his attentions.  There was no way
she could compare Jim’s attempts with Ron’s
intimate knowledge of her body, but it was a nice
feeling nevertheless.
        Jim’s oral massage was just enough to
push her rising lust over the edge.  She had to
have him inside of her.  Gently easing his attention
away from her pussy, she rolled over onto her
stomach.  She lifted her rear upward in invitation,
spreading her legs as she laid her head on the soft
pillow.
        “I want you inside of me.”  she said.
        Jim had never had sex doggy style, as his
friends called it, most girls his age considered it
somewhat demeaning.  Evidently, Mrs. Burke
didn’t think so.  
        Jim moved up behind her.  He ran his
hands across her ass, then down between her legs
to her mound.  His fingers slipped inside of her
with no effort at all.  He smiled as he took his
cock, which was harder than he could ever
remember it ever being, and rubbed the round tip
up and down the length of her pussy, covering it
with her natural lubricants.  
        Stopping at the center of her pussy, he
pressed forward and inside of her.  Christine was
nowhere as tight as the girls he’d dated, but the
sensation of her sugar walls pressed against his
cock was one to die for.  
        “Oh yes!!!”  she moaned as his hardness
filled her.  “Fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can!”
        Jim eased himself out a little, then pushed
as deep as he could.  An even loader moan of
encouragement came from Christine’s lips.  He
felt himself with an unimaginable excitement. 
        Jim reach around and rubbed his fingers
against Christine's clit.  He could see now why she
enjoyed doggy style.  The position let a lover have
total access to her sex with both his cock and his
hands. His frantic rubbing of the small nub added
to her enjoyment.  Jim began to thrust deeper and
deeper within her, driving on with an
ever-increased frequency.
        His free hand held tight against her cheeks,
until their frenzied motions grew such that he had
to take hold with two.  Christine didn’t seem to
mind his abandonment of her clit. The rapid
movement of his manhood in and out of her more
than made up for it.
        The excitement of actually fucking the
woman who inspired so many of his boyhood
fantasies was too much for Jim to contain for
long.  Already he could feel the climax rising
within him.  He grabbed her as hard as he could,
slamming their sweaty bodies together.  An action
repeated just two more times before his cock
started to exploded.  At the last second, he pulled
his cock out of her, splattering his whiteness all
over her back and ass.  
        “Oh fuck!”  he called out as he enjoyed the
orgasm.
        Never had he felt such a draining climax,
or one so enjoyable. His body quaked for a few
seconds, then collapsed on top of hers. He
distantly remembered her calling out his name as
he orgasmed, but was too lost in the experience to
reply.
        “Oh God, oh God that was so awesome.” 
he finally said as he caught his breath.
        “It was fun, wasn’t it?”  Christine replied
as she turned and smiled back at him over her
shoulder.  
        “Fun isn’t even the word.”  he replied.
        Christine reached down and ran a finger
over her come covered ass.  She brought it back
to her mouth and licked it clean.
        “How bout yummy then?”  she asked.
        They both laughed.
        “I think maybe I should jump in the
shower and wash this all off.”  she said as she
climbed out from under him and off the bed.”
        “Oh okay.”  he replied as he rolled back to
give her room.  There was a little disappointment
in his voice as he realized that their little adventure
was already over.
        He watched with admiration as her naked
body swayed with each step, thinking how he
would never forget this afternoon to the day he
died. 
        Christine stopped at the door and turned
back to him.  “Want to wash my back, or anything
else that needs washing?”  she smiled.
        In a flash, a grinning Jim jumped off the
bed and practically ran after her.  The adventure
was far from over.  

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

	“Honey, is this box part of the stuff for the
troop fund-raiser?”  the short haired thirty one
year old blonde asked as she dropped a box onto
the wooden table on the lawn.
	In response, the thirty one year old
Scoutmaster turned from the box he had already
checked and starting shifting in the one his wife
had just carried out.
	“Yeah, I guess most of this stuff we could
get rid of.”  he said some what reluctantly.
	“I would think so,”  his wife smiled.  “You
probably haven’t looked at any of those magazines
in years.”
	“Umm, yeah,”  he said as he pulled one
magazine from the bottom of the box.  “You can
sell them all, except this one.”  he added as he put
the plastic covered periodical under his arm.”
	“What’s so special about that one?” 
Debra asked.
	“Well...”  Jim hesitated.
	“Let me see.”  she laughed as she pulled
the book from under his arm.
	“Why James Ryan McGuire,”  she said in a
fake shocked voice.  “A nudie book at your age? 
You should be ashamed of yourself.”
	“Well its a little more than that.”  he
smiled as he put his hand out for it’s return.
	“It’s pretty old,”  Debra remarked as she
handed it back to him. “What is it, some kind of
collectors item?”
	“A collector’s item,”  James mused out
loud.  “I guess you could say that.  Definitely a
collector’s item.”  he repeated with the broadest
of smiles.
	“Well just make sure that Jimmy Jr.
doesn’t find it.”  she said as her attention shifted
to another box.  “He sees enough on TV these
days without giving him any more ideas.”
	Debra’s words fell on deaf ears as James
was no longer paying attention.  Instead he was
looking into years past and remembering the real
Collector’s Item. Where ever she was these days,
he hoped she was as happy as she had made him
that long magical summer.