Nathan's Cougar

Excerpt

The first time I saw Miss Maxine Ryan naked, was by accident. I was fifteen, and at the time, Ricky was serving weekends in JDF, the Juvenile Detention Facility in Stockton. He’d been locked up for, what else, fighting. He’d made the mistake of firing on the woodshop teacher, Mr. Torborg, or as we called him behind his back, “Board Whore.”

Now I gotta tell ya, Ricky was good with his fists, but taking on a teacher left every boy in shop class awed. He gave a grown ass, thirty-something man a good battle. That’s right, Mr. Torborg had to fight back, or risk getting his ass whipped. For Ricky it was a moral victory; after all, he bloodied the man’s nose with a picture-perfect Ali-esque right hand. Board Whore, however, tossed Ricky into the blackboard, and then got him in a headlock that Ricky couldn’t extricate himself from. The teacher was panting and holding on for dear life when Principal Jacobsen arrived with the police in tow.

I know, I wandered off the subject.

As I was saying, Miss Ryan was getting dressed to make a court appearance. She left the door to her bedroom cracked. She had a full-length mirror in the corner of her room and I was across the hall kicked back on Ricky’s bed. My attention was focused on an episode of The Three Stooges, when I heard the bathroom door of the master bedroom close and reflexively, looked up.

There was Miss Ryan, naked as a jaybird, her breasts as erect as a soldier during inspection. That caramel apple-colored ass was right in my line of sight. I guess you could say, I had “caramel” knowledge of her. Bad pun aside, that point-blank view of sleek, seductive womanhood made me blink disbelievingly. There were no wrinkles, dents, stretch marks, blackheads, cellulite, discoloration—I mean, she was flawless! It was the first time I’d ever seen a living, breathing woman completely naked.

I don’t know how long I had been staring, but I was rocked back to earth by the sound of eight-year-old Keisha snapping at me, “Stop looking at my mama’s chee-chees!”

I saw Miss Ryan step to the door and for a second I received a full frontal view. That image is still burned deep into my brain. Even though I’ve slept with maybe a couple dozen females since then, none of them compared to Miss Maxine Ryan, who was more than twice their age. This is not the by-product of an overactive mind, out of control libido, nor the need to put her on a pedestal.

As she closed her bedroom door, there was a simper on her face that seemed to say I know you liked what you saw, Nathan Taylor. You can thank me later…My chestnut-colored skin crawled with glee as I drew the conclusion that she wanted me to see her.

Now I’m not one to boast, but I’m large where it counts. I’d matured quite rapidly. By third grade, I was sprouting pubes. When I reached the eighth grade, I was swinging all of nine inches. It was an awkward time, especially at school dances, where girls would grind on me intentionally and giggle at the reaction. That was Jr. High girls for ya—curious, but chaste…well, at least most of them.

My older sister, Linda, who was a sophomore in high school, had a buxom friend named Sadie. I use to call her Cow-tit Sadie. One day, while my sister showered, Sadie boldly strutted into my bedroom and began feeling me up. Her erratic breathing indicated her desire to find out if the rumors going around were true.

Is he really THAT big?

After I popped a boner, she knelt and gave me my first blowjob. I can tell you this—teenage sex is just like it is in the movies. The people involved need direction and it’s usually over in 40 seconds. I spewed in her mouth and she didn’t seem to care one bit. Now ask yourself, how many boys lose their virginity via a blowjob, and with an older girl that swallows?

Now remember, this is back in the day when a lot of sistas had serious reservations about giving head. If you were known to give up some head, you had better been of an age where men were willing to pay your rent for the service. The only way for a teenage boy to get some head back then was if he was on good terms with a pimp, or he was a hypnotist. Sadie had no qualms about sucking the bone, plus she had skills: So much so, that I wouldn’t have been surprised if afterward, I could whistle Zip-a-dee Doo-dah out of the head of it.

After that, she would come over, wait for my sister to leave the room and duck into mine. We’d play together until my dick was harder than the life of Kunta Kinte. After Linda would get out of the shower, she’d find me sitting at the kitchen table wearing a Grinch like smirk and ask, “What the hell you grinning about?”

And believe me, I wanted to tell her, but knew better. She used to run to mom and dad whining whenever I would break-up their gossip sessions. I could imagine the trouble that would get stirred up if she told our parents that her friend was blowing me.

When I told Ricky what went down, no pun intended, he was happier than I was. He couldn’t stop slapping my palm and clapping me on the back. When word reached the ears of older boys, they too, were impressed.

Eventually Linda found out. She was awed by the fact that older boys, some of whom she dated, actually looked up to me. She took me aside and told me to stay away from Sadie, but kept it a secret from our parents.