Aiden appeared at Susan’s door promptly at noon. Immediately, she noticed that he had dressed up for the occasion – or at least that he had picked clothes that were generally neat and clean and didn’t look like he’d just come off a basketball court. The second observation that came directly on the heels of the first is that he’d doused himself in some cheap drugstore cologne or body spray.

“Hey Susan,” Aiden said, grinning eagerly, already anticipating what was to come. He looked Susan up and down. Though she was only wearing a comfortable pair of jeans and a plain white top, Aiden whistled as if she were dressed in her sexiest lingerie. “Lookin’ good,” he admired.

“Hi, Aiden,” Susan said, stepping aside to allow him through the door and to give herself a wide berth from the overpowering fragrance. “Thanks for coming. I’ve got a couple of things I need help with.”

“Yeah, you do,” Aiden said with a smirk.

Susan sighed inwardly at Aiden’s false bravado. Who was he trying to kid? Yesterday he’d been so shy and nervous when she came on to him. Now he was acting like a big man – or more like a big idiot. Whatever passed for coolness with teenaged boys, it was doing little to impress her. Of course, boys, like puppies, need training. This one was still fresh from the litter – all unrefined instinct and not a hint of real house-breaking. But Susan recognized the potential in him to be a very good boy with just a bit of work.

“No, look,” she said, gesturing to the living room.

There were several smaller boxes and one very large one. As a reward for holding down a job and buying her own home, and being an independent adult, and just because she felt like she fucking deserved it and didn’t have to justify herself to anyone, she’d treated herself to a large new plasma TV and sound system. The only problem was she didn’t know how to get the TV to hang on the wall, much less connect everything together so that it all worked. She suspected if she really needed to, she could probably figure it out. But having a man next door, even if he was really just a boy, meant that she didn’t have to.

As Susan explained to Aiden what she needed done, she watched the cockiness in him deflate. Instead, his face gained the sulky expression of someone who just got ripped off and knows that they can’t do a damned thing about it. While she didn’t miss the obnoxious front, Susan did feel a twinge of guilt for the bait and switch tactic, knowing that an afternoon sorting out an entertainment system was not what Aiden was expecting. But Susan had also said that she would make it worth his while, and she intended to keep her word on that. First thing first, though.

“Uh, yeah,” Aiden said. “I guess I can do that. I might need a bit of help lifting the TV, though.”

“Alright,” Susan agreed.

She kept a safe distance from Aiden’s cloying cloud of scent and watched him as he examined the wall mount. He had to return to his home for a few minutes to collect the proper tools for the job, but when he got back, he got to work. Through some sort of manly divination process, he located the studs in the walls and then secured the sturdy metal wall mount. Susan found herself becoming aroused, watching him work with his power drill and then screwing the heavy-duty bolts into the wall with his ratchet. There was something about the way he handled his tools that was a turn-on.

Then it was time to hang the TV. Susan approached cautiously and tried to take shallow breaths. Together they lifted the screen. It was heavy, but not quite as heavy as Susan had expected. Aiden maneuvered in behind it and fastened more screws to the back to attach it to the mount. This necessitated getting even closer to Susan. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“What’s that fragrance you’re wearing?” She asked.

“Uh, Brut,” Aiden replied. “Do you like it?”

“It’s strong,” Susan said. “Really strong. What did you do, bathe in it?”

“Uh… no…” Aiden responded sheepishly as he finished tightening the last of the screws.

“I mean, I’ve been trying not to say anything,” Susan explained. “But I can’t stand it. Come with me.”

“Where?” Aiden asked, looking confused and embarrassed all at the same time. “What about the stereo?”

“Just come,” Susan insisted. “The stereo can wait.”

She led the reeking boy upstairs to the second floor of the house and to the end of the hallway where there was a dark bathroom. Susan flipped on a light and then leaned across the tub to turn on the faucet. A cool spray of water poured out of the showerhead and quickly began to warm.

“Strip,” Susan ordered.

He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. Susan took an appreciative glance at the youthfully smooth skin and the definition of his abs. Aiden wasn’t muscular, but his body was definitely well-toned from playing basketball. He took a seat on the toilet and pulled off his shoes and socks, then stood again.

“What about you?” he asked as his hands went to his belt buckle.

“You first,” Susan insisted. In the small space of the bathroom, the smell had become even more concentrated.

Aiden finished undoing his pants. Once again, Susan eyed his big beautiful cock. She couldn’t help but recall how it had felt in her hands and in her mouth yesterday when she’d gone down on him. She was eager to feel it again, to take it into her pussy. But first, she needed to rid Aiden of the stench of Brut.

“Get in there,” Susan demanded, pulling back the shower curtain. “Wash.”

Dutifully, Aiden followed her instructions, standing beneath the now steaming shower. He picked up the bar of soap from her soap dish and began to lather himself with it. Susan was fascinated by the sight of rivulets of water running over his chest and stomach and the way his hands explored his body. She was dying to get in the shower with him – to feel his body brush against hers under the running water and to have those hands roam across her.

But the smell! It lingered, nearly as strong. Susan looked down at Aiden’s clothes lying in a pile on the ground. She picked up his shirt and held it to her nostrils, inhaled, and coughed.

“Ah, Jesus, Aiden!” she shouted over the sound of the water. “It’s in your clothes.”

“Sorry,” Aiden said, looking truly apologetic.

“Either we wash them or burn them,” Susan said, holding his pants in one hand and his shirt in the other.

“Right now?” Aiden asked.

“Just wait here,” Susan said. “Don’t move.”

She gathered up the rest of the offending garments, and holding her breath, quickly took them to the next room where her laundry machines were. She opened the lid, and at arm’s length, dropped them into the machine, setting it to run at maximum strength for the next hour. Finally able to breathe, she quickly stripped out of her own clothes and returned to the bathroom. Pulling back the shower curtain again, she found Aiden standing holding the soap, looking unsure what to do with himself.

"Your clothes should be finished in an hour or so," Susan informed him.

"An hour?" he repeated.

"Yeah, but what will you do without your clothes for the next hour?" She asked coyly. Aiden grinned. “I'm sure something will come up," she added, eying the dangling cock between his thighs.

Susan grabbed the soap bar from his hand and stepped into the shower behind him. She started at his broad shoulders, massaging him as she went, and watching the soap bubbles cascade down his back. Her hands trailed down, following the course of the water until they reached his ass – a pair of nice round buttocks that looked as good out of pants as in them. She gave them a little squeeze.

Her hands continued to explore the contours of his body, slipping around in front of him as she pressed herself fully against his back. She soaped his chest, moving steadily down his abs to his groin until she finally encountered his cock, already standing at full attention and awaiting orders. Her fingers slid around it and gripped it tight, stroking it up and down, while the other hand, the one with the soap, traveled further south to lather his balls. Aiden moaned deeply in response to the sensation.

“Turn around,” Susan said, placing the soap back into its dish.

Aiden turned and gazed down at Susan’s naked body, taking in her tits, her belly, her thighs, and the small smooth mound between them where his eyes caught and remained fixed.

“Do you want to touch it?” Susan asked, already knowing the answer. She took hold of Aiden’s wrist and guided it to the slippery sensitive place that was aching for his touch. He cupped her outer lips in the palm of his hand and gingerly gave them a squeeze. After a few more seconds of Aiden awkwardly kneading her vulva between his fingers, she pulled him close. “Come here.”

She looked up at his searching brown eyes, finding a mixture of barely restrained excitement and nervousness. Susan threw her arms around Aiden's neck and pressed her lips to his. She expected his kiss to be frightened and timid or overexuberant and slobbering. To her surprise, Aiden returned her kiss with confidence, his lips parting, his tongue playfully entering her mouth and meeting her own. As they kissed, she felt the nervous energy finally leave Aiden’s body.

“You’ve done this before,” Susan observed. In her own mind, she added, ‘at least I don’t have to teach him everything. We can build on this.’

“Yeah, I’ve made out with girls and stuff,” Aiden admitted.

“You’re actually not bad,” she offered and then resumed kissing him.

His hands began to move across her body of their own accord, over her ass, and up to her breasts. All the time she felt the insistence of his hard cock trapped between their bellies. After a few more minutes of making out under the hot running water, Susan was ready for more. She’d had his tongue in her mouth, but she wanted to know how it felt in other places.

Susan turned off the shower. She grabbed a towel and began to dry the dripping boy, giving special attention to his rock-hard cock. She stroked Aiden lightly, enjoying the solid feeling of his meat in her hands and wanting to feel it fill her up, but first things first. She quickly dried herself with a second towel before leading Aiden out of the washroom and down the hallway to her bedroom.

As Susan opened the door and stepped in, she felt a strange thrill like meeting an old friend after a long time. Since being divorced, her bedroom had become like her own private inner sanctuary. It had been years since she’d had a male presence there, and the feeling took her back to when she was a teenager sneaking boys into her room while her parents were unaware.

Aiden was looking around at the room, taking in the tasteful but decidedly feminine decorations, and of course, the queen bed in the middle of the room. Susan led him to the bed and sat next to him. They began making out again for a few minutes before Susan pulled away.

“You’re a good kisser, so kiss me here.” Susan gestured to a spot on her neck just below her ear. Aiden obliged. “And here,” she added, pointing to her collarbone. She continued to lead the boy across her chest and over her breasts. She actually yipped when she felt his tongue brush over her sensitive nipple.

Susan repositioned herself, lying back on the bed. Aiden moved his body over hers. He spent some time giving attention to both breasts, kissing and sucking one, while squeezing and rubbing the other with his hands. It felt great, but there was a desperate need growing between Susan’s legs. With her hands, she pushed his head lower. Aiden planted a trail of kisses across her stomach and waist until he was finally at her impatiently waiting vagina. He paused and stared at it as if unsure how to proceed.

“I want you to go down on me,” Susan said.

“I’ve never done that before,” Aiden responded.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“Sure.”

To help him along, Susan reached down and spread her lips apart. She loved feeling so wet and wide open. In the next instant, she felt Aiden’s tongue in her slit, cautiously licking and probing her. She couldn’t help but moan. She felt Aiden’s tongue become more confident in its explorations.

“Here,” she said after another minute. She pointed to her swollen clit. “Lick here.”

Aiden adjusted his head between her thighs and began to run his tongue across the firm little sensitive nub at the top of her pussy.

“Oh shit!” Susan cried.

“Did it hurt?” Aiden asked.

“No,” Susan replied urgently. “Keep going. Don’t fucking stop.”

Aiden lowered his head and resumed his attentions to her clitoris. The feeling of his tongue, his lips, his hot breath. Her body responded, feeling the sensation building inside of her.

“Fuck, Aiden, yes,” Susan encouraged. “That feels so fucking good. Like that. Fuck! You’re going to make me cum. Fuck me with your tongue! Yes! Oh, fuck!”

Susan’s body squirmed on the bed as she squealed in delight, feeling the orgasm rising. She gripped Aiden's head and pressed it hard against her. Aiden sensed her need; his intensity increased with hers licking, sucking, probing.

“Give it to me! Oh fuck, I need it,” As she said it, she realized just how true it was. It wasn’t just a need for Aiden. His performance was adequate enough, but nothing special – though what could she really expect from an eighteen-year-old? Her need was much deeper: The need of a woman who hasn’t had a man in years. She hadn’t realized just how strong that need was until just this moment, as she was on the edge of cumming. “Holy shit! I’m so close! So close! So- OHHHHHHhhhhh.”

The sudden eruption of feeling ripped through her body in a giant rush. She felt her muscles tense. Her legs squeezed hard against Aiden’s head, trapping him in place as her body shuddered with the force of her orgasm. After a minute, the intensity began to subside. Susan released Aiden's head from the grip of her thighs. His face looked up at hers with curiosity. It was shiny with her juices.

“Was I okay?” Aiden wanted to know.

“Yeah, I’d say you did alright,” Susan replied with a sarcastic understatement, still catching her breath.

Aiden looked pleased with himself. He crawled up over her and kissed her full on the mouth. She could taste herself on him, not that she minded. Susan reached beneath Aiden to find his cock, as ready as ever. She gripped it in her hand and gave a few good tugs. Aiden responded with a deep grunt, and Susan realized that even though she had just cum, her need was far from satisfied. She wanted to feel him inside her.

“We’re not done yet,” Susan said.

With Aiden’s cock still in hand, she guided him towards her pussy. She rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, loving the sensation, and then directed him down to her opening. She felt him pressing eagerly against her, dipping his head into her wetness, and then slowly pushing himself inside. She couldn’t resist crying out. She loved the feeling of being parted by his cock and filled as he slid slowly inside of her until he was sunk in to his testicles.

“Holy shit,” Aiden commented, savoring the moment of being balls-deep inside her. “I never knew it could feel this good.”

“It only gets better,” Susan said.

Aiden pulled almost all the way out and then plunged back into her quickly, causing Susan to let out a small yelp of surprise. Then he did it again. And again. Soon, he had built up a rhythm, thrusting into her repeatedly with enthusiasm. Above her, he was making a grunting ‘uh uh uh’ sound.

Susan admired the concentration on Aiden’s young handsome face. In it, she could see the man he was on the verge of becoming when he finally shed the last of his adolescence. She knew, in a few years, all the women would be going wild for him, and smiled at the knowledge that she was going to have him first and that she would be the basis by which he measured all the rest of them.

Her focus went back to what was going on between her legs, the feeling of Aiden pumping in and out of her. Her fingers drifted down to stimulate her clit again, rubbing quick circles around it. Before too long, she felt her second orgasm building inside her. Her fingers dug into his back as his pace quickened and his thrusting got more intense. She sensed that Aiden was also approaching the edge, but she wasn’t ready for him to cum just yet.

Susan shifted her hips and Aiden slipped out of her. He looked at her with a kind of apologetic expression that made Susan giggle. She sat up.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Susan said. “Lie down on the bed.”

Aiden complied obediently, his cock pointing expectantly up into the air. Susan climbed over him, straddling his hips. Taking hold of his erection once more, she lowered herself onto it slowly, loving the feel of every millimeter sliding between her lips and reaching deep inside of her until she came to rest at his base. Susan leaned forward until her clit rubbed against Aiden’s pelvis and began to grind her pussy against him.

“I love the way your big fat cock fills me up,” Susan groaned. “I love riding you like a cowgirl, and you’re my wild stud.” In response, she felt Aiden beneath her, thrusting his hips upwards, trying to push even deeper inside her. “Yes, buck for me, you bad fucking bronco,” Susan continued, as her movements picked up steam. “I’m going to ride you so fucking hard.”

“Yeah, ride me,” Aiden agreed.

“Mmm, yeah. I’m going to ride that young cock ‘til I tame you!… ‘til I fucking break you!… Fuck! So hard.”

Aiden's hands were gripping her hips hard. She grabbed his wrists and leaned even further forward on him, pinning his arms above his head. She had him right where she needed to feel him, and the sensation was driving her wild.

“Oh my God, Aiden,” Susan shouted. “I’m so close. I can feel it. Keep giving me that cock of yours. Let me feel it deep inside me. Oh shit. Fuck. Yeah! Keep fucking me. Yes. AH!”

Susan’s orgasm rolled over her like a tidal wave as she pushed off Aiden's chest and leaned backward. She could feel her body tighten as her pussy went into spasms around his hard meat. It was too much for Aiden to handle, and soon she felt his balls tighten as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside her. His fists gripped the bedsheets ferociously and his eyes squeezed tight shut.

“Oh fuck!” Aiden growled loudly as he shot his load into his older neighbor. His supply seemed almost bottomless as he spurted again and again inside of her.

It was a full minute before either of them could speak again. Susan was first. “Holy shit, Aiden. You have no idea how badly I needed that. I can’t believe that was your first time. Where did you learn to fuck like that?”

“The internet,” Aiden replied.

“Kids these days,” Susan said, finally sliding off the boy and lying next to him. “When I grew up, we didn’t get porn that easy. We kinda just had to figure things out on our own.”

“Sounds kinda lame.”

“I don’t know,” Susan said, remembering her youth. “I guess it was lame. But it was kind of fun, too. Like discovering new things. Now there’s not much left to discover, I guess. It’s all on the internet.”

“Uh-huh,” Aiden said, though he sounded bored by the conversation.

“Did you have a good time?” Susan asked, just to change the topic.

“Yeah,” Aiden said, taking an interest again.

“So, you don’t mind helping me out around the house from time to time?” Susan asked him with a wink. "I'm sure I could find a few chores for you to do."

“Just let me know, and I’ll be sure to bring my tool,” Aiden responded.

A quiet second passed, and then they both burst into laughter.