Family: Spring Break
Carl liked the girls in college a lot; it occurred to him that he was being treated like a walking dildo, but what red blooded hetero teen guy would complain?
Emma caught a whiff of understated cologne. It brought something she had read in an article,'In praise of older men' to mind; looking at Gary she thought "Why not?" The love crossed pair try to find different paths but Spring Break happens. More
After spending the holidays at home with Emma, Carl had returned to college and a different status. He couldn't understand what had happened. It was as though his name had suddenly appeared on some sort of sorority secret notice board.
Girls had begun joining his growing circle of friends. Emma had taught him how to relate to girls, and they liked talking to him. Once they were talking, Carl discovered it was not long before he found them in his bed. He had discovered a lot more about girls and what they liked in a very short time.
Some of what he learned was what Christina had taught him. She had shown him that some liked their sex with extra heat, and others wanted a little spice in the pain department.
Sometimes he wondered what Emma would think about his new activities, but mostly he was too busy exploring the girls who came his way to think a great deal. Emma was always there in his thoughts, even if sometimes in the distant background. She was the girl he felt most comfortable with, the one who always seemed to know what he wanted, she wanted to please him more than to be pleasured.
Carl liked the girls in college a lot; he was not arrogant about his sudden popularity. He realised that it was Emma's influence that made him a good and considerate lover. It seemed that his rare accomplishment was very much appreciated by the girls who sought out his bed. It had occurred to him that in some ways he was being treated like a walking dildo, but what red blooded hetero teen guy could object to that?
Emma suddenly realised he was trying to pick her up! She nodded and half smiled to mirror his expression. While he moved to sit next to her and drew the drinks closer, Emma took a good look. His dark suit was well cut and he wore a white dress shirt casually open at the neck. His hands were strong looking and devoid of any rings. His shoes were shiny and looked comfortable. Emma caught a whiff of understated cologne that she liked. She guessed he was just about David's age and he appeared to be quite fit.
Something she had read in one of her more risqué magazines came to mind. The article had the title, 'In praise of older men'; looking at this example of the species made Emma think, 'Why not?'
It was only later, when he was slowly easing her insubstantial underwear off her hips, that she remembered she did not have any condoms. The dress pooled on the hotel room carpet was nothing but a sheath with no pockets and the bag was Marianne's, she had not thought to carry any. Then his mouth was on her sex and she moaned in response to his expert tongue; all other thoughts evaporating in the heat of the sensual pleasure he was giving her.
Carl and Emma try to find different paths that fulfill them, the Taboo they fear is still strong in Carl’s mind. However, it is Spring Break and suddenly all bets are off and the intensity of their relationship steps up a whole lot.