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Memories of My Grandmother part three

Article Summary: Time goes by, this nobody can prevent even if there intensions and will wish it were not so and as much as I in my thoughts am longing to reenter the past I can not for the past is not a place nor a time but images of things that have transformed themselves in to the present.

“Are you having trouble sleeping?” were her first words to me as she sat on my bed holding my hand as if she contrary to what had always been expected me to listen to her. “No, I am not having trouble sleeping, I could fall asleep but I prefer to just think about things for awhile” was my answer as I looked in to Maria’s eyes which I detected were looking at me differently then they ever had. “I also have to think a lot about what happened and maybe it is good to think about things so we can understand” Maria replied as she continued to hold my hand and look at my face and as our eyes looked at one anther’s and she smiled in a way that seemed unnatural. She was beautiful to gaze upon and particularly that night as she had something that made her attractive and more so to a boy my age given the changes my body was undergoing that gave me the taste for the opposite sex.

“I came to talk because we have not had chance to since your father died, you know I am sad too, he was my husband and I did love him” Maria spoke out almost as if trying to justify her decision or perhaps convince me of what I already knew to be true with tears in her eyes as if she were really talking to my father, Walter. Maybe she was seeing him when she looked at me as I had been told that I resembled my father in so many ways. It was a weird sensation as Maria cried in front of me and had spoken to me in a way usually reserved for a more advance age then mine. I then while seeing Maria cry sensed for the first time what she must have been going through and in a way felt a certain proud feeling of adulthood knowing that she had come to share her feelings with me like I had done on so many occasions in the past with her.
She even seemed warm in the weakness she portrayed that I could no longer lay back as I sat up and looked at her directly in the face as I took both of her hands in mine causing her to lean her head on my shoulder. We were now entering new ground in our relationship as the moment and her soft body next to mine propelled me to embrace her taking her seemingly by surprise as she did the same to me like we had done when we heard the news of my father’s demise.

We held on to each other for a few seconds with me not knowing what to say or do as she hugged me in a way no one ever had. Her breast covered by her nightgown which were being pressed against my chest were making me feel different sensations which then given my lack of experience were new making me feel oddly like a child while at the same time like something unknown to me was going to happen.

A kiss was the next thing I felt but it was not like the ones I had received till that moment as there was something different not that she planted it on my mouth but the manner which she did it that started to excite me in a way I had never known before. My actions at that time were limited as she in the emotions of all that engulfed us gave in to something that till this day I do not know and kissed me on the mouth in a way that scared me at first till it excited me. It was all new to me making me close my eyes as her soft lips touched mine. Our lips meeting softly till instinctively our tongues made their way to one another as they started to taste each other in an action that we performed with eyes that did not see, us being on the verge of going further though I did not know at the time how.

At that point my male aggression started to take over however with more desire then wisdom of what it was that I should do. My hands taking to her body at first clumsily over her nightgown.

Maria may not have been more experienced as she in a strange fluke had not actually consumed her marriage with my father who had planed to introduce her to the world of sexual intercourse during the honeymoon they had planned to take in Hawaii where she had agreed to meet him but she at least knew what needed to be taught.

My root was hard as could be and my hands were busy as her hands did the same but was there an aim to all we did apart from caressing like we were already doing? Suddenly Maria stopped giving me the false impression that I had done something wrong which scared me as she might leave or worse tell my grandfather but it was not with such intensions. She laid down on my bed and in front of me removed her nightgown over her head leaving her body completely in the nude to my eyes that were receiving her sexuality which made me frightened as it made my pulse raise with anticipation of what might come. I really did not know what to do then as this was something I had never envisioned or planned yes I had thought of touching Maria’s legs but that was as far as my mind could take things.

Maria realizing her pupil was untutored after having exposed herself fully, breast and lower part which I could see had a lump of hair that was as red as the one on her head and seeing my bewilderment said in tone of voice that showed the tension that must have been hers “touch my body, please”. It was not that I did not want to but the feeling of doing this which I never thought would be mine at that age scared me, making my body tremble as if with chills. As I slowly started to touch her body it felt like it was something I should not do but yet wanted to perhaps because I should not. Everything was making my instinct take over which touched her breast and instinctively put my lips and tongue on her breast.

Naturally I was in complete ignorance to what Maria’s body was undergoing as I savored her with my hands which were being guided by her to the parts that needed to be taken care of. I kissed her in the mouth like I had done with eyes shut as she led my hands all over her body till I felt the hair between her legs which felt strange in its moisture as my finger to my shock entered. I felt surprise which made me stop what I was doing and open my eyes in alarm as my finger had gone in to the part of her anatomy that was as new to me as the male presence was new to it. There was something oily about its feel as I continued to touch now only conscience of this motion which I thought was even painful to her as she made sounds as if in discomfort. She must have noticed my apprehension as he told me to continue saying between breaths “please do it, more I like it”. At first the feeling had been strange but now it took on pleasure which I felt made her more and more animated as if growing in desperation perhaps for me to stop or go on. As for me I was now lost in that which I could not understand but knew it was what I wanted.

Once again Maria did something, she stopped our actions and suddenly without saying a word and moving with a purpose she removed my clothes like she had done when she would give me bathes and laid me down on the bed. She was now in complete control and I minded not in the very least that my body was being used by her or perhaps it was the other way around as she after having removed every stitch of clothes from my body, sat on me putting one of her legs on each side. At first I did not know what were her intensions, her taking this position in which she took my root in her hand and placed it so that it might slide in to her womanly entrance.

This exploit of her placing my root inside her and sitting down with all her weight created slight pain in me as I felt myself penetrate the same area of her body my finger had known only not with so much ease as I heard here also cry out in pain which I saw on her face as she descended toward me.

I did not know what to do as I was confused should I stop but I felt a great sensation like non other I had experienced before that combined discomfort with sheer joy. Once she had made her way down I noticed she started to move up and down making the sensation spectacular particularly in the moments the edge of her red rose passed over the top of my root giving, something I had never had before not that I had not touched this part of my body but never like this.

Fear suddenly replaced my ecstasy when I felt a wetness around where she was and as I looked I could see it was blood or so it appeared making me ask almost in the horror that was my guilt “are you bleeding? Am I hurting you?”. She then stopped moving up and down and bent her body toward me and said looking me directly in the eye in a voice that almost laughed “don’t worry you are not hurting me, it is not pain, it happens to all women who do what we are doing for first time I like it. Do you like it?” I felt slightly embarrassed as she leaned over me and nodded my head in the affirmative which made her kiss my forehead as she straightened up again and continued the motion on my root which was strangely telegraphing sensations all through out my body.

“What are we doing?” suddenly I asked which made her reply “we are making love!” continuing only more intensely giving the sensation that slowly something was stirring in me that was going to make something come out. I even believed that I had to go to the bathroom. This new awareness which seemed to be creeping up on me was getting stronger as I was more and more convinced that I was going to urinate and should say something “I am sorry but I think I have to go to the toilet” I suddenly cried out. She again smiled at me as she continued not ceasing up and said “don’t worry it is not that, it something else”. Mine was not disbelief that lead me to question her but my own conviction of what I was feeling “are you sure it is not that?”. “Yes, I am sure please trust me” were here words as she continued with the pressure getting stronger in me for something to explode which it did even though I tried to prevent it. Wonder which I could not describe other then it was that it was!

Once it came out in an action which seemed to last several minutes I was lost needing to know what it was that my body had unconstrained so I inquired with fear “what was it?”. Maria who seemed to have felt what I had done even more strongly then me said getting off me and putting on her clothes “it was beauty, tomorrow I tell you or maybe show you what it was but now I leave your room and go, good night and please say nothing to your grandfather about what we do” was her reply before leaving my room.

Maria left in a hurry apparently needing to get something or perhaps running away from something but what? I for my part also needed to think about things as I was left there wondering if what we had done would have any implications apart from the action itself.
I in Maria’s absence was left in a bed covered in blood which stained the white sheets and I sat with mixed emotions as I started examining myself to find out what fluid had been created from inside me that according to Maria was not urine.

I also started wondering what I was going to do about my bed that had had its sheet bled on but then I just thought I did not have to sleep with a sheet and just as I was about to remove it, Maria came back to my bedroom carrying a clean white sheet which she changed for the one her blood had gotten on.

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Gianni Truvianni
My name is Gianni Truvianni and as some of you may know I am a writer who simply adores the opera. This is something that I do not believe could have escaped the attention of anybody who has read either "Little Opera Singer" or "New York’s Opera Society" which are two stories on this website strongly connected to opera. "New York’s Opera Society" is the 1st chapter of a book which I have just completed by the same name which is available on www.new-york-society.com/nyos_salespage.htm so for all of those wishing to see how this story unfolds I recommend them to buy my book.