1. PAUL LOVES ROSE--PART 2


    Date: 9/27/2016, Categories: Fiction Consensual Sex Oral Sex Romance Teen Male/Teen Female Virginity Author: senorlongo, Source: sexstories.com

    ... distance from here, isn’t it?” “Yeah, but he’ll pay me $5.00 an hour from 6:00 to at least 3:00, a minimum of forty hours a week. I could probably keep most, if not all, of my current customers. Oh yeah, I dumped Mr. Kane yesterday.” “We know. He called yesterday to complain. Your father ignored him. We know what a cheapskate he can be. What do you think, Paul? You’re the one who’ll have to do all the work.” “I think I’d enjoy it. I doubt that they do much hand mowing so I’d learn to use the machines. I’m sure I’ll have to do some digging, but that just helps me stay in shape for football. I like Mr. Gentile. He’s a good guy and he’s always very fair. I’m inclined to accept.” That was that—I had a summer job. Any lawns I couldn’t handle I’d give to my good friend Brian. He had helped me in the past and was always looking for some extra money. Rose and I left for the cookout around noon, stopping off to see Mr. Gentile on the way. He was pleased that I’d accepted. It was only two blocks from there to Rose’s house. We walked through to the back yard. I hugged and kissed Aunt Celia and shook hands with Uncle Carl. Rose took my hand and led me to the hammock. I lay back on it and Rose joined me. It was cozy for the two of us, her breasts pressing against me. I was a little concerned about her parents, but so far not a word had been spoken. I heard the doorbell a few minutes later as my parents and Mary arrived. Dad and Mary walked out to the backyard with Uncle Carl and Eric. ...
    ... Uncle Carl opened several cans of beer and Eric brought one to me. “Thanks, Eric—want to play some ball later?” I knew he’d agree. He always wanted to play some kind of ball with me. I took a sip and handed the can to Rose. She wasn’t a big fan of beer, but she would drink it as opposed to some girls who only wanted wine or a cocktail. For some reason New York was the only state in the area where eighteen year olds could legally drink. One day soon I was sure New York would join all the other states in setting the legal age at twenty-one. That wouldn’t bother me; I could take drinking or leave it. While we lounged in the yard our mothers were in the kitchen preparing food and, I was sure, talking about us. “They make a lovely couple, don’t you think, Martha?” “Yes, they do, but I often wonder whether I should have told Paul that we weren’t really related.” “Oh, I think it was a good decision. I know that Paul will take good care of Rose unlike some of the boys I know like Ryan. I’d hate to see Rose on a date with him.” “Yes, I suppose what you say is true. I wonder if they’ve—you know—done it.” “If I had to guess I’d say yes. You should have seen the expression on Rose’s face when Paul brought her home last night. I was actually envious. I woke poor Carl from a sound sleep and fucked his lights out.” “Well, I hope Paul doesn’t hurt her. I don’t know if I could bear that. Although…when I first told him that he said he wouldn’t because he loves Rose. He also said he was in it for ...