The notion that any of my former lovers would ask me, at my age, to initiate her virginal daughter into the mysteries of sex had never crossed my mind.

“For several reasons,” she said. “First, she knows and likes you. Second, you were a wonderful, gentle, thoughtful lover, who always treated me with respect. And, because she is leaving for college next year. The thought that her first experience might be some drunken frat boy showing off for his friends makes me want to throw up.”

“You know I am a sucker for having my ego massaged, don’t you. But…”

“No ‘buts’ about it,” she said. “I really want you to do this for me, but more to the point, Erin wants you to. It was Erin who asked me to speak to you because she thought you would say ‘no,’ if she asked you. And I want to let you know that not only am I all right with this, but you would be doing both of us a great favor it you would.”

I was flabbergasted. “You will have to let me think about this for a bit,” I said.

“Okay, but you will have to decide quickly. Erin leaves for college in a couple of weeks.”

***

Erin bounded out of her house and threw her overnight bag into the trunk of my car. As she clambered into the passenger seat, I looked at her mother, standing on the porch. I detected no hesitation, or second thoughts as she blew me a kiss with a broad smile, and waved goodbye.

When I had told Erin and her mother that I consented, we had discussed when and where might be a good time and place for The Initiation, as I called it in my mind. It was Erin who suggested that she and I go to my lake cabin for a while, perhaps a week, and spend some time together. That seemed a better idea than any of the others we pondered, and now she and I were on our way.

She and I were not strangers. I had known Erin since she was born. Before she married Erin’s father, Karen and I had a friends-with-benefits relationship for a couple of years. We have stayed friends, without benefits, since she met Erin’s dad. Since he passed away, I have spent more time with Karen and Erin, sharing holidays occasionally, having dinner together now and again, and seeing a movie once in a while.

Erin was always an attractive child, but in her teens had blossomed into a remarkable young woman. She had gotten her dad’s height, and Karen’s beautifully proportioned figure. Her thick, auburn hair framed a lovely face and set off her green, knowing eyes. She is as intelligent as she is attractive.

As I drove, Erin broke the ice. “Thank you, John. I’m really looking forward to this.” She leaned toward me and placed a quick kiss on my right shoulder before straightening up in her seat again.

We chatted as the miles rolled by. As the elevation changed, we went from agricultural land to wooded terrain. We followed the river running down from the mountain for several miles before turning off of the main road onto the dirt track which would take us to the lake, and the cabin.

We arrived mid-afternoon. After putting our things away and stocking the refrigerator, Erin asked if I would like to go for a swim before dinner. The sun was still high, and the temperature was in the 80s, so we changed into our swimsuits and headed to the dock.

Erin helped me unlock the boat and get it in the water. We took deck chairs from the cabinet where they were stored, then spread our towels on the dock, and plunged into the water.

I had assumed that the first day or two would be spent getting comfortable with each other before we proceeded to The Initiation. Erin may have had other plans, if her swimsuit was any indication of her expectations. It was a small bikini which looked as though it might have been one she had purchased years before, when she was smaller and had not filled out to her current figure. It covered the essential bits, but left very little to the imagination.

We swam around for a bit, then Erin climbed onto the dock and perched on the edge, watching me in the water. The chilly water dripped from her hair onto her shoulders, and ran down her torso. Her small breasts peeked around the edges of the little fabric triangles of the bra, and her lovely nipples, rendered erect by the cold water, stood at attention. “Come on up, John,” she said. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained,” I thought to myself, and climbed onto the dock.

As I made myself comfortable on the towel next to her, Erin smiled and said, “You are not going to make me wait too long, are you, John? Mom has told me quite a bit about you, and I am very anxious to find out for myself.”

“I thought you might like a day or so before we plunged in, Erin. But since you put it that way, maybe we should go back up to the cabin now.” I offered her my hand and helped her to her feet, and we walked to the cabin hand in hand.

As we entered the cabin, Erin turned to me and put her arms around my neck.

She closed her eyes and parted her lips and leaned into my chest. I kissed her gently, then more passionately, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. I could feel her small breasts, covered by the wet swimsuit, pressing into my chest as our tongues wrestled. Clearly my cock had gotten the message, and it was rapidly coming to attention within my suit. I wrapped my arms around Erin and untied the strings of her top at her neck and at her mid-back. As I leaned back, the top fell to the floor at our feet.

“Why don’t we go to the bedroom and get more comfortable,” I said. With a grin, Erin pulled away and leading me by the hand, headed into the bedroom. As I pulled down the covers, Erin slid the bottom of her suit off over her hips, revealing a well waxed, bare pussy. She lay down, and I slid my suit off and joined her.

“Tell me what you would like,” I said. Erin rolled onto her side, facing me.

“I have waited quite a long time for this, and would like to go slowly and enjoy it.”

“My thoughts, exactly, honey,” I said. “Let’s make this all about you, shall we?” We leaned toward each other and our lips met again. Slowly, patiently, we nuzzled and kissed. My free hand gently stroked Erin’s body, from the beautiful, flaming hair, down her neck, along her side, until I reached as far as my arm would reach. I rested my wrist on her hip and grasping her butt, pulled her toward me.

We continued to neck as I slid my hand up her torso and began playing with her breasts. I gently rubbed each, paying more attention to her distended nipples, pinching one and then the other. Every stroke, every pat, every pinch, elicited sighs and contented purrs from Erin.

Pulling my mouth from hers, I took her first breast in my mouth, while continuing to squeeze and pinch the other. I licked around the areola and sucked on the nipple, pulling it gently between my lips, then gently nipped it with my teeth. Erin jumped as I teased the nipple with my teeth, pushing her hips into mine. I turned my attention to the second breast.

Erin’s breasts were small and firm. The white of the breasts stood out from her tan, and a smattering of freckles was scattered across her chest. As I sucked and nibbled on the second breast, Erin experienced her first orgasm of the day. “Ohhhh,” she moaned as her body twitched and shook. I wrapped her in my arms and held her tightly, rubbing her face with my cheek.

“That was wonderful, John. But I hope that isn’t all,” Erin said. As her breathing slowed, I slid my knee between Erin’s legs and up to her crotch, gently pushing her legs apart. With my free hand, I began exploring Erin’s pussy. She was already quite wet, and I found the slit between the lips easily, and began massaging her pussy with my hand as I probed her mouth with my tongue. Erin rocked her pelvis into my hand, seeking more stimulation.

I smeared the lubrication Erin was producing around her pussy, and found her clit. I teased it, rubbing around it while only intermittently grazing it. With each graze, Erin would thrust her pussy forward into my hand and attempt to follow my fingers with her hungry clit.

I slid my lips down Erin’s neck and torso, and took her pussy in my mouth. The copious nectar was sweet, and I licked it all into my mouth as I worshiped Erin’s clit. Gently, slowly, more aggressively I licked. As I licked, Erin writhed beneath me and her cries became louder and more constant. It was hard to keep my mouth against her mons as she wiggled and thrust. I grasped both buttocks with my hands and did my best.

In less time than I would have expected, Erin experienced another, much larger orgasm, keening loudly and stiffening, arching her back, then falling back onto the sheets. As she rocked herself, I crawled up and took her in my arms again, hugging her to my chest.

Given a bit more time, I might have drifted off to sleep, but I was interrupted by Erin. “John. John, don’t go to sleep. I want you to fuck me.” Erin had my cock in her hand and was sliding the head along her glistening labia. “Don’t you want to fuck me, John? I want you to fuck me now.”

“Do you now?” I said. “And how do you want it, my pretty young lover?”

“I want you to show me, John.” She pushed the head of my cock between her lips, and into the entrance of her cunt, then pulled it back out, glistening. She rubbed her clit with the head. “How do you think I would like it most?”

“Well,” I said, “We can experiment with that, but we have all week to experiment. I think we should start with the basics. Why don’t you lie on your back and let me get between your legs?”

Without letting go of my cock, Erin swung one leg around me and slid her ass down so that her pussy was within cock’s reach. “Like this?” she said, sliding further toward me and placing the head of my cock in her pussy.

“Yes. Just like that.” And with a giant push, I thrust my cock into Erin’s previously unplumbed depths.