PAUL LOVES ROSE--PART 2 - Sex Stories

PAUL LOVES ROSE--PART 2

... things that you’d do again and again, like masturbating and now making love with Rose, was silly. I’d say my Hail Mary’s and other prayers as my penance, but I’d be back again next week to confess to the very same sins to the very same priest and for the very same penance. I’d listened to the same lecture on self-control and having respect for my body more than a hundred times already. As usual, Rose and I sat apart from our families. After Mass we walked out to find Mr. Gentile waiting for us. “I saw you inside, Paul, and I thought we might speak now rather than have you take time this afternoon. Do you know where I work?” “Some golf course, I think.” “Yeah—St. George’s in East Setauket. It’s a very exclusive club and it takes a lot to keep all the grass and plants in order. That’s my job; I’m Superintendent. I like the way you work and, more important, you seem to enjoy it. I’ll offer you a summer job at $5.00 an hour. You’ll work a minimum of 40 hours a week so you’ll earn a minimum of $200 a week. Of course, I’ll have to deduct federal and state withholding and social security, but you’ll get most of it back when you file because you’re a student. It’s a bit of a hike from here, but you have a truck. I have to tell you—you’ll have to be there early at 6:00, but you’ll finish early most days around three. Why don’t you talk it over with your parents? You can let me know sometime during the week.” He shook my hand and left. “What do you think, Paul,” Rose asked once we ...

... were in the truck. “It sounds interesting, mostly because I could continue to do my mowing work, most of it anyway. Of course, I’ll want to spend all my free time with you.” “I was hoping you’d say that. Paul, I was thinking…what do you think our parents would do if they knew about…you know?” “Well, I have a feeling Aunt Celia already knows. You were still kind of out of it when I brought you home last night. She didn’t say anything so…. I know she was on the phone with Mom when I got home last night.” I started the truck and drove home. Later, just before lunch we’d go to Rose’s house for the big Memorial Day cookout. It had been a family tradition since we had moved here twelve years ago. Rose walked into the kitchen to hug and kiss my mom and dad before coming to my room with me. She sat on the bed while I changed in the closet. We’d done this dozens of times, at least, although not since we’d become a couple. I walked out five minutes later in a tee-shirt, shorts, and sandals—quite a contrast to Rose in her church dress. I leaned down to kiss her. It was relatively chaste, but Rose whispered, “Paul…you make me so hot. All I can think of is doing it with you.” “Me, too; unfortunately we’ll have to wait. C’mon.” I took her hand and led her to the living room. My parents were there reading the Sunday Newsday and the Sunday edition of the New York Times. Rose and I sat together on the couch. “Mom, Dad…Mr. Gentile offered me a job at St. George’s Country Club.” “That’s quite a ...