I was sick. Not in any threatening way, but the fever and the headache, which I fought with aspirin, were annoying. I had no energy; after dinner, I tried reading, but could not concentrate. I went to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night — aunt Josephine had been kind enough to leave a glass of dissolved aspirin on the bedside table.

I woke up for good at 9, and had breakfast with auntie. She however had to leave to get her car serviced, and excused herself. Shortly after, Edna arrived, and dropped by my room. “Still sick? I'll be back.”

I was not that surprised this time to see her show up with the canvas bag, and soon came the order to roll on the side, lower my pajamas and show her my derrière.

“Edna, you know, in the US they take the temperature of adults in the mouth... only small children get it taken in the rear.

- Maybe. But here in Belgium we take it there even for adults. Now be a good boy and roll on your side, pajamas down. There, there... Bear down for me! See, that's not so bad, is it?”

No, it was not so bad, though I probably offered a quite ridiculous spectacle.

“But, Edna, when you are sick, nobody comes to take your temperature, do they?

- No. I just put the thermometer in my rear myself. Now... you know it's not like you don't like putting things into other people! Can't I have my bit of fun?”

To that I had no answer. Edna then turned the conversation towards my health issues. Did I still feel unwell? Fever? Stomach ache? Any diarrhea? Last bowel movement? How about the headache?

“When did you last shower? It seems you have not for a while. (Indeed, with the fever and all, I had sweat and my room smelled.)

- Yes, not since a couple of days.

- Ok. I'll give you a shower after your temperature is done. Keep the thermometer in while I go to the bathroom.”

She came a few minutes later. 38 Celsius. Not a huge fever but still bad, especially considering I had recently taken aspirin. And so I was told to go to the bathroom and undress. Edna showed up in an apron and told me to get into the shower. She began with my hair, rinsed it, then did my chest, then my genitals — complete with full peeling of the foreskin and washing underneath, then rising. Then I was told to turn around and bend forward, legs apart. My buttocks were soaped.

“Bear down for me.” A soapy fingertip entered my most private orifice and moved around.

Then the rising. And again, “Bear down for me”, the fingertip spent a longer time in there while under the jet of water.

Then came the legs, then I had to lift up each foot to get it soaped and rinsed. Finally, she dried me, ever nook and cranny included (including between my buttocks and under my testicles).

“Now in your pajamas again. Tell me, do you want another lesson today?

- Uh uh.

- Let us go to your room then.”

There, she sat on my bed and invited me to sit next to her. She then decidedly brought her hand into my pajamas and held my penis.

“Alex, the other day, it was the first time you had been with a woman?

- Yes.

- So you do not know much about a woman's private parts?

- No.

- Ok. Grab that cushion, put in on the floor in front of me, and sit on it. I'll show you. I just want you to warn me in case your aunt comes back, we'll have to get back into a presentable state.”

And after a playful squeeze, she got up, pulled up her skirt, laid back on the bed where she had sat and brought her legs back, in a wide open position (not unlike, but I was then too innocent to know about it, that of a woman at the gynecologist, except that she had no stirrups to help her). I thought women wore panties under their skirt?

“Have a good look. Come on! Up close!”

And so I looked. I had never seen that. After a few seconds, she proceeded to give me a guided tour.

“These skin parts are the labia majora, or “greater lips”. Inside you see these two small flaps? These are the labia minora, or “smaller lips” — it's quite pleasant if they are rubbed correctly. At the top this small lump is called the clitoris, it's very sensitive and it's nice to touch it but you have to be careful because it's easily hurt. The hole down there is the vagina, that's what you entered the other day. And in between that's where the pee comes from.”

I was still staring. She giggled.

“I was never taught these words about my own body parts, I had to look up some anatomy books... Do you like it?

- Yes.

- Much? Very much?

- Very much!

- Good. Now could you please be a nice boy and kiss me there?”

I did. A little kiss. Then another. Her lower lips felt pleasantly soft. I kissed and kissed. I rubbed my face on her thighs, as the rested her legs on my shoulders. Her pudenda smelled a bit, a smell reminding me of when she had climbed onto me — an exciting reminder. I recalled boys joking about the fishy smell of females, but this was not bad. There was even an odor of soap... ah ah the old girl had probably washed herself in preparation!

“Lick it, please.”

And I licked.

“More to the top, on my clitoris... There, there. It feels good... Continue...”

And I licked. My tongue was tiring so I rubbed my face down there, it felt strangely good. I started licking again,

“Now on my hole... Mmmh... Now a finger inside please... mmmhh... yes go back and forth... Hey, continue licking! Press up with your finger... towards my belly button... Yes... Mmmh... Continue...”

With my free hand I was petting her on the buttocks, tickling her in between, even tickling her anus, to which she did not object.

My tongue was tiring so I used my other hand on her clitoris. This allowed me to have another look. By now her genitals were engorged and well-lubricated, her clitoris was now a hard lump. What a sight! This was exciting and also very sweet — for the first time I was really pleasuring a woman.

“Two fingers please!”

I was now very excited myself and went back to rubbing my face on her vulva while I fucked her with my fingers. She moaned when I pressed inside.

Then I had a devilish idea. I licked the index of my free hand, then slowly inserted the tip into her anus. She did not object. I felt her sphincter relaxing, then contracting, then relaxing again.

I then increased the speed of my fucking. Her breath was now very quick.

“Oh Alex do me....”

I pressed hard inside of her, in that area “in the direction of the belly button” that she had pointed out to me.

She spasmed. Her anus contracted around my finger. She pushed my head away from her clitoris. I felt her vagina becoming even more slippery and contracting spasmodically around my finger. She breathed as if she had just sprinted. So this was what female pleasure looked like! quite similar to male pleasure, in fact, except for the absence of semen.

“Stop... Thank you, Alex. This was very, very good. Come lay close to me... there, in my arms. It feels so good... I would have preferred naked but your aunt could come back any time... Did you like doing it?

- Yes, Edna. Very much.

- Good. When you're married it's important to know how to please a woman... and with that method you do not risk children... You know in the past women were just supposed to lay back and open their legs and have children... I'm glad my husband was better informed... he got us to read some books... Now I'm teaching you!”

She was holding me on her bosom. It felt really good. I felt giddy to have given her pleasure — when I was married I would definitely seek to give that to my wife.

I also started to feel like I wanted some contentment too. Edna did not need to be told, her hand got into my pajama bottoms and started rubbing me. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately since I was still in quite a presentable state, this is when Aunt Josephine came back into the house. Edna jumped out of the bed and whispered to me “Quick! Go wash your hands and face! You smell of woman...”.

And so I rushed to the bathroom. I must have looked weird when I saw Aunt Josephine — she asked me whether I was feeling well. I was glad she could attribute to illness what was actually due to a very different cause.

Talking about illness, the morning's exertions had taken their toll, the aspirin was wearing off. I had a quick lunch and got to my room again. I tried reading.

Shortly after, aunt Josephine came and told me she'd go prune the roses and advised me to nap. A few minutes later, Edna showed up.

“Do you want me to help you go to sleep?”

And I could tell by her eyes that she did not mean giving me sleeping pills.

“Raise yourself a bit.” and she pulled my pajama bottoms down.

“We don't have much time.” With one hand, she cupped my testicles, with the other, the grabbed my penis and began pumping. I got hard. Her hand left my testicles went down, tickling me between my buttocks, and finally her finger rested on my anus, while her other hand still pumped me.

“So young man you liked touching me down here? Who told you to do that?

- You did it to me!

- Oh yes and your cute bottom deserved it. But now...”

And she started sucking me. Not long, for soon, she climbed onto me, lifted her skirt, lowered herself on me and started rocking like the other day.

“Your fingers on my clitoris, please. I would like a second pleasure today.”

As last time, she was leading the proceedings. Except that this time I was also touching her, which I found quite pleasing. I enjoyed the touch of the clitoris and labia and the reactions it elicited. This was quite better than the first time — indeed I had let myself go far too quickly. I was now learning the ropes.

Edna had stamina. I later heard males joking giving women a good rogering... well I was under Edna, my legs held between her thighs, she was over me pinning me down on the bed, and really shaking me. I was enjoying myself, though I longed perhaps for a more active role — after all, in the discussions that we young males were having, the man was supposed to be on top! The only bad thing was that both of us were sweating due to clothing, but Edna obviously wanted to be able to jump out of my bed should Josephine come back early.

Edna's lessons were bearing fruit — this time, she climaxed before I did. She collapsed on me, panting heavily, after hurriedly pulling away my hand from her crotch.

“Alex, thank you.”

She lifted herself off me, pulled her skirt up and laid on the side, with legs bent. I did not know what she expected.

“Come behind me and bring your penis between my thighs.”

So I did. She did not lose time, and guided it to her very moist opening. I adjusted my position and penetrated her again.

“Now enjoy yourself.”

And enjoying myself I did. I lifted the front of my pajama tops to better feel her soft buttocks on my stomach. It was a different feeling than having her on top of me. I went back and forth. I seized her by the shoulders and accelerated my pace. I soon erupted.

“You earned your pleasure well.”

One unfortunate consequence of male pleasure is semen oozing out of the vagina after the act — something I had never thought about before my initiation to the art of lovemaking. Edna soon ran to the bathroom to limit the mess in her clothing. Just in time! For Josephine was back.

“Alex! Again, you are all red and sweaty. Poor boy, still the fever!”

I smiled.