Turning Eighteen, Part Nine

I was all nerves when I hung up with my cousin. Not about Kyle--I put him right out of my head. I'd deal with him and his request later. But now I was thinking about Mr. Mendes.I’d have to ask him where I was sleeping. No…I wouldn’t ask. I’d just put my backpack in his bedroom as if it were a given I was staying in there. Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission, right?I grabbed my backpack out of the hallway and brought it up to his room. Then I sat on his bed and took off my shoes, my socks and the shirt I had borrowed from him. Then I put my hands behind my head and stretched out on his bed.It took a few minutes before he came up to find me. And when he finally got here he just folded his arms across his chest and leaned sideways against the door frame, staring at me.“Comfortable?” he asked. I think he was amused.“Yeah,” I answered. “You ready to come to bed?”He grinned at that and made his way toward me, taking a seat next to me. I got rock hard as soon as he came that close. My nipples were hard too—they felt like they could cut glass.I sat up and for a few seconds we just stared at each other. Then suddenly we were both grabbing for each other. I felt him put one hand behind my head and the other around my back as he pulled me to him. My hard-on got painful as we opened our mouths to each other. Oh God, I was ready.I started fumbling with the buttons of his pants, but he pushed my hand away.“Patience,” he whispered.I was annoyed at that, but I like the way he sounded short of breath. And I had felt his erection—yeah, he was hot for me too.Next thing I knew he was pushing me back down against the bed. And then he was hovering over me on all fours—like a cougar or something—and his teeth were suddenly biting one of my nipples.I gasped as his tongue continued to tease me there. He stopped for a moment to stare into my eyes and I'd swear that he wanted to devour me. Then his weight was on top of me and his hands were undoing my jeans. Jesus Christ! It wasn’t fair that he was allowed to undo mine but I wasn’t allowed to undo his—but I decided not to complain.He rolled off of me and then together we got my jeans and boxers off. He sat up and started massaging my balls, which just about made me explode. Next thing I knew, though, he was pulling me over his lap.I didn’t fight him. Lying over his knee naked was one of my best fantasies.He didn't say a word, but his hand came down hard on my ass. He got me right where the spoon had licked me earlier. And the bastard made sure to catch my balls too. God, that was an incredible feeling. My dick was pressed against his lap, my balls were stinging and my ass was on fire.He kept spanking me until I’ll bet my ass was scarlet. But then I rolled off his lap, turned around and grabbed his shirt. He didn’t stop me as I undid the buttons—and I didn’t care if I tore them off.Once his shirt was undone I attacked his nipples with my teeth, pulling at them and then licking them. He caught his breath and pulled me right up against him. I undid the buttons of his trousers and this time he didn’t push me away.I had guessed how it would go this first time. Yeah, I wanted to take his dick in my mouth and then I wanted him to turn me around and fuck me, smacking my ass as he pumped inside me. But he would have forced us to have a discussion about condoms and safety before we got started—and neither of us could stand that right now. So we were going to settle for mutual masturbation.I caught my breath as his hand went around my dick and started pumping me with a slow, steady rhythm. I tried to copy the same thing for him—but I’d only done this a couple of times before. I was pretty much a virgin.He was rock hard and dripping. He wasn’t as long as me—but God, he was thick. That mattered more.He seemed to know how to keep me just at the edge of climaxing. I knew I wasn’t giving as good as I was getting but I was too into the moment to care. I moaned as he finally let me explode into his hand.I kept squeezing and pumping his dick. He put his hand around mine, showing me how to stay in rhythm and how much pressure to use. He came a moment later and then we just collapsed against each other.He pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead. I smiled at that and snuggled against him. This was heaven.We stayed like that for a long time, just savoring how near we were to each other. Our legs were all tangled up and I was using his shoulder for a pillow. God, I could get used to this.He was still partly dressed, but I didn’t mind. That made the whole thing hotter somehow. I shut my eyes and relaxed as he used one hand to massage my ass.After a while, he kissed my forehead again and then spoke up. “Tomorrow you should choose a room for yourself,” he said.I stiffened at that. “You don’t want me sleeping in here?”“I do,” he answered, still massaging me. “But you should take one of the spare rooms for your own—not to sleep in, but to put your stuff in and to use as a studio.”I thought about that. It hadn’t occurred to me that I could have a room just for my artwork. That’d be pretty cool.“Ok,” I said. “I’d like that.”“Good,” he said. His voice was becoming heavy, like he was falling to sleep. But he wasn’t done talking yet.“Are you working tomorrow?” he asked, massaging my shoulders now.I shook my head. “No. I took a week off.”He nodded. “Ah. Well, you’ll have a chance to meet my sister. She’s coming in the afternoon.”Fuck. I’d forgotten that Mr. Mendes would have a family to deal with too. And they might not be thrilled that he was living with an eighteen year old ex-student who wasn’t as smart as he was. Especially since it happened out of nowhere.“Will—will she be ok with me?” I asked.“To be honest, I don’t know how she’ll react,” he answered. “But we’ll find out. She’s, uh, rather blunt. Whatever’s in her head comes right out of her mouth.”“What if she can’t figure out what you see in me?”Mr. Mendes laughed. “Oh, she’ll guess what I see in you! But she might not realize that it’s more than your looks. But don’t worry—she’ll come around eventually. She’ll just put me through hell before that.”“Fuck,” I said.“Shh,” he said, kissing me again. “It’ll all work out.”