I confess that I had certainly taken more than casual notice of Jake in the six months he’d been my next-door neighbor. He was hard to miss. I’ve lost count of the number of young women who’ve temporarily taken up residence with Jake. And, as though his revolving-door social life didn’t garner enough notice, there were his continual remodeling projects, which had most of the neighbors wondering what he was going to do to his house next. Many days the buzzing of an electric saw and the thumping of a hammer would serve as background music as I plodded through my research. More than once, too, a glance out my window would show Jake, stripped to the waist, his glorious body glistening with sweat. The diversion would make me forget that I was a forty-five-year-old college professor on sabbatical and that I was sitting at my home-computer terminal, supposedly completing the research for my book about the role of the Confederate navy during the Civil War. My handsome young neighbor was becoming a pleasant distraction, jeopardizing not only my work but also my image of myself as a serious intellectual.

I wasn’t supposed to have earthy thoughts. I certainly wasn’t supposed to blush with pleasure whenever this considerably younger man caught my glance and flashed me a sexy smile.

It’s difficult to know whether Jake was solely responsible for melting the frozen wall I’d built around my sexuality. Perhaps I was just ready to blossom and explore the divine rush of physical passion, since my prime years had been devoted exclusively to intellectual development. At any rate, it would be later in our relationship before we laughingly tried to determine which of us had been the seducer.

One sunny spring day I accepted Jake’s invitation to lunch. The meal was enjoyable and casual. I learned that he was twenty-four and starting out in commercial real estate. His hobbies were carpentry and women. When he asked me about my work, he admitted that he wasn’t sure in what century the ’civil War had been fought. Of course, that didn’t matter. Ultimately I was more interested in the alluring way his buttocks filled his tight-fitting jeans than in what filled his mind. It wasn’t the size of his brain that had begun to engage my curiosity.

Because his house was filled with sawdust, he suggested after the lunch that we go to my place. I fixed us cool drinks and joined Jake in my den. Our casual conversation grew more personal and familiar, and I felt my inhibitions slowly melting away. As we chatted and drank, I had no trouble imagining Jake’s lean, hard stomach and thighs. A rosy blush spread over my cheeks as my mind wandered back to the last time I’d watched him working on his house. He’d been wearing cutoffs, and the rippling of his thighs as he bent and moved with his chores had captured my attention. Now, with this tanned, broad-shouldered man crowding my den, cozily chatting with me and glancing up and down my body, I began to actually consider giving in to my racy fantasies, and for once, living them!

“Why don’t we get comfortable?” he said at last, taking my arm and leading me to the couch. Nervous excitement tongue-tied me as we sat down, thigh to thigh, but I was ready when, a moment later, he took the drink from my hand, placed it on the end table and finally made his move. He leaned toward me, slipped an arm around my shoulders and brought his lips to mine. His tongue slipped gently between my lips as he snuggled closer. My nipples tightened and tingled, aching to be caressed and sucked. My thighs quivered, and I felt a hot, pleasant dampness between my legs.

To his credit, he went slowly and gently, kissing me tenderly, letting my passions swell. By the time he touched my breasts through my blouse, I was more than ready for him to squeeze them. I swooned softly as he deftly unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off my shoulders. He massaged my breasts through my bra while still kissing me. When he unhooked my bra, my hand brushed across the hard bulge in his lap. I felt him shudder, and I rested my hand rather timidly on the pulsing hardness.

“Take it out,” he whispered as he lowered his mouth to my breasts.

My mind reeled as I fumbled with his belt and the fly of his pants while he sucked one of my stiff nipples between his lips. The pleasure overwhelmed me, and I didn’t trust myself to really think about what I was doing. Awkwardly, nervously, I drew his hard, hot penis out and clutched it in my hand. I moaned and savored the ecstasy of his mouth biting down just a little on my nipple. At the same time, my only thought was of how big and hard his penis felt in my hand.

After stroking the length of him, I was truly fancying the thought of its hardness in my mouth. I began to lower my head toward his lap. It was a strange, magnetic compulsion that gripped me, and as I sank down, Jake was forced to straighten up, freeing my breast. In the next moment, I saw his tower of man-flesh for the first time, and I felt crazy, erotic pulsations from my heart and throat all the way down to my vagina.

What I was about to do was a relatively new experience for me, to say the least. But I sensed that instinct would guide me, that the same compelling force that had led me this far would also carry me through what was to come.

I flicked the tip of his penis with my tongue and then traced a wet circle around his swollen glans. Jake twitched and groaned with pleasure, and I felt his hands on my hair as they stroked and caressed my head. I licked up and down the length of his penis, squeezed it tightly in my fingers at the base and gathered his plump testicles into the palm of my free hand. My lips closed over his hot fullness, and I began to inhale him inch by inch. I sucked more than half his penis into my mouth before my head began bobbing up and down.

Suddenly I was consumed with my mission: to take his seed, to swallow it whole, to possess that part of him. His testicles tightened against my kneading fingers. His panting grew louder, more urgent. His penis seemed to quiver and quake. I was so lost in the smell, feel and taste of him that I was surprised when Jake pulled me up.

Before I could catch my breath, his mouth was on mine and his hot tongue was plunging into it. His arms flew around me as he squeezed me against him. And then his hands were all over me as he pushed me down on the couch under him. His hands roamed under my skirt and up my naked thighs and finally grazed the crotch of my panties. His mouth, still pressing hard on mine, muffled my gasps as he yanked my panties down over my hips. He rolled them down my squirming legs, tugged them off over my heels and immediately shoved his hands back up under my skirt.

Panting and trembling with excitement, he tore his lips away from mine and moved down to my breasts. His lips skimmed my bare flesh as he kissed and sucked my breasts and nipples, then licked his way down across my stomach.

I tell you, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven when he suddenly shoved his handsome face under my skirt. I shrieked and squealed as his mouth touched my sex. Rapture overtook me as I concentrated on the sweet pleasure of his tongue nuzzling my pubic hair and burrowing between my labia.

Jake’s talents proved to be exquisite beyond measure. His tongue wiggled its way through and explored my sex in leisurely detail, drawing out my ecstasy until a violent shuddering rocked me. But my young lover wasn’t through with me, and before my initial orgasm subsided, his tongue moved higher and my clitoris rose to meet its tickling caresses. I was in heaven, and I couldn’t help the sudden thrusting of my hips up and forward. I almost fainted when he sucked my clitoris between his teeth.

When he started to move and shift his weight on me, I assumed that he was breaking off this intimate kiss. But Jake delighted me again by never letting his mouth stray from my vagina, even when he turned his body and positioned his ramrod-stiff penis over my face. I didn’t need any advanced degree to know what to do. Eagerly I sucked his penis deep into my mouth just as Jake thrust his tongue as deep as possible inside me.

I shuddered and groaned as his penis throbbed inside my mouth. I immediately started fondling his balls when he pushed a finger inside my wet vagina. Together we fell into a rhythm of thrusting and withdrawing that lifted our pleasure to radiant heights. And through the foggy mist of new ecstasy, I couldn’t help but try to match his hunger and zeal. Not only was my young lover gluttonously feasting on my sex-he was positively consumed by the action. It was so unlike my infrequent sexual experiences that I felt totally new thrills. I had never dreamed that so much prolonged pleasure could be mine. I responded to his frantic ministrations by being just as gluttonous, devouring his cock as though I were a starving savage. Suddenly a thunderous explosion rumbled deep inside me and my juices flowed. I heaved and gyrated, rocking violently under him just as his penis leaped inside my sucking mouth. I felt the salty-sweet rush of his thick seed gush over my tongue and down my throat.

I was a quivering mass of contradictions as I rested there on the couch, embracing my young lover. I was both sated and aroused. The aftertaste of his manly essence was both salty and sugary on my tongue. My lips were scented with the spicy and earthy aromas of his male organ. I was both limp and coiled. But, best of all, this ending was just the beginning.

Jake left me at dusk with a tender kiss and a gleaming smile that promised rich delights and new discoveries. Throughout the evening, I was preoccupied with the sizzling memories we had created that afternoon. As I tried to work, my mind kept straying back to him. His naked image seemed branded on my mind. The tantalizing tricks his tongue knew sparked a renewed tingling between my legs. Imagining the hot fullness of him inside me made me weak and itchy, and for long moments I did little more than gaze unseeing at my work. What I really wanted was my lover sweeping me up in his strong arms, carrying me to bed and taking me. Then, suddenly, I laughed aloud, embarrassed by my girlishly romantic thoughts. On the heels of my embarrassment came a dark brooding. What if he’d found me uninspiring? What if my stilted awkwardness and inexperience had come across as aloofness? What could I possibly give him that his unlimited line of younger girlfriends didn’t?

The phone rang and it was Jake, wanting to wish me a good night and pleasant dreams. Suddenly my life, my world, was whole and happy. My fears and doubts were swept away by the husky vibrations of his voice. When I hung up, I brewed some tea and worked straight through the evening until well past midnight. I slept and dreamed wildly erotic dreams, waking early, refreshed and inspired, to put in a full day at work.

At six Jake phoned and invited me to dinner. We went to a nice romantic restaurant, and in a cozy back booth, my young lover assuaged most of my previous doubts. He said I was different than the women on the singles circuit. He claimed that I knew how to appreciate a robust, physical relationship. And because of my maturity and my intelligence, I was more exciting to him than the starry-eyed younger gals he dated. Fillies, he called them. I didn’t debate his final point, but I certainly felt like a starry-eyed, swooning teenager as we sat there, our hands touching and his knee rubbing mine under the table. I think that for the first time in my life, I felt beautiful and desired.

Once back at my house, I couldn’t wait to melt in his arms. All shyness and nervousness were gone, replaced now by my own desire. I felt free to express my sexuality with my perceptive lover. We embraced and kissed tenderly before Jake began to undress me. He made me feel like a precious treasure being unwrapped. With each article of clothing he removed, he gave the exposed flesh a series of warm little kisses and caresses. By the time I stood naked before him, I was weak and fluttery, my arousal heightened to an electric intensity.

After he had kissed and caressed every inch of my body, he swept me up in his arms and carried me to bed. I was mesmerized by the sight of him as he stood beside the bed and slowly stripped, gazing down on me all the while, devouring my nakedness with a hunger that rivaled my feeling for him. Tantalizing me, he posed, naked, aroused and spectacular. He bent down and positioned himself between my thighs and began to whisper over my drooling sex.

I swooned at the sensation of Jake’s hot breath as he nibbled on my vagina. When he at last started licking my clitoris with a light, controlled touch, I began to moan and tremble in ecstasy. So soon and so gently, he brought my boiling passion to the surface, and he kept his face on my sex throughout the glorious spasms of my orgasm. Then, just when the delicious ecstasy started to fade, he mounted me and slid his full length into my wet, ready center.

I squealed, arched my back and instinctively wrapped my legs around him, pulling him inside even as he completed his penetration. Connected, we gazed into each other’s face and didn’t move. I felt his cock throb and pulse inside me, tripping a wondrous ripple of contractions that jolted me into motion. I squirmed and twitched, gasping as pleasure coursed through my body like hot liquid gold.

Jake began to stroke in and out of me, skewering my shuddering vagina until my passions soared to a shocking frenzy. Gradually, matching the rising fervor of my ecstasy, he quickened the tempo of his thrusts. I seemed to inherit a share of his power as I humped fast and hard, clutching his undulating buttocks.

Then, just as I felt the delirious onslaught of an imminent climax, he slowed the pace of our lovemaking. He began to angle his deliberate penetrations so that his engorged glans grazed my clitoris before he. slid the full length of his shaft into my soaked, quivering core. I went into spasms of pleasure that left me gyrating and screaming and feeling so gloriously full of him that the explosion of my orgasm continued even as he turned me over and took me from behind.

As he plunged into me, I pressed my face into the pillow and screamed out the tremendous pleasure that consumed me. As he held my hips and began thrusting hard and deep, I finally felt his penis swell and stiffen even more. His whole body tensed and quivered against mine until, with a loud growl and in a frenzy of pumping, he spewed his seed into my depths. Through it all, my own orgasm continued, jarring my nerves and making me reel in a rush of satisfaction.

Jake held me close throughout the night. Near dawn, I stirred against him and instantly felt the thrill of his penis, hot and pulsating against my thigh, responding to my flesh even as he slept. In a moment I found myself easing my way down the bed and burrowing beneath the covers to take his organ in my mouth. I licked his glans and tasted myself. With devilish glee, I eagerly feasted on him, glutting myself on his maleness and thrilling to his sounds of pleasure as he reached down to tenderly stroke my face.

Long after I’d swallowed his offerings, we lounged in each other’s arms, caressing and fondling each other. Jake had melted the barriers between me and my physical longings. Now I no longer ignore the urges of my body and hide them behind my brain. He has sparked in me an awareness that enhances my sexuality.