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~The Blacksmith's Apprentice~

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William Turner was not badly behaved for a young man of 19. He was mostly quiet, often paying close attention to to his work, maintaining good apprentice standards. He respected the Port Royal's blacksmith that he worked under, even when the man drunk himself to sleep, and he was forced to finish the remaining order of swords and various weapons. It was rare that the boy was offered jobs outside of the workshop, so whenever they came along, he never refused.
Commodor Ashertson, a man of fair wealth and little humor, had need of a skilled craftsman in his home, someone to come down every other day to fix his and the military's weapons. Asherton was amiable in his own way, but did expect a quality being and stood for nothing less. Will began his job on a bright and clear Wednesday in March. In his usual leather vest, white shirt, knee breeches and short ponytail, he set off on foot, bringing along a small pack of supplies. The meeting with Asherton was simple and to the point; clean everything, fix everything and I shall pay you. He was greeted by the man's wife before they even started, but was soon whisked away. All he caught was a glorious smile and pretty eyes, though it seemed that they held a glint of mischief.
 
Will was surprised at how often the weapons were going to need fixing; this job might have turned out to be more consistent than he thought. Also, the commodore's home was not a bad place to spend the hours. The boy had never been allowed the work in such a grand place.

Asherton had left the room soon after instruction, lingering about the house before he attended to business with the governor across town. Will stayed obediantly in the man's storeroom, right next to the pantry. He had also been given specific orders to stay out of most of the house, and generally "keep to himself", which meant stay away from Mrs. Asherton. It was a fair request, seeing as the woman wasn't exactly unattractive. Her body caught the young man's attention instantly, something he attempted to hide. Will had only had one girlfriend in his life, and it hadn't really been sexual. The thought of a woman older than he....well, let's just say, it went straight to his crotch.

The weather was fair, warm and bright. The sun filtered in through the open back door, shining light on Will's handsome young face. He pushed a few strings of hair out of his face, taking a breath as he sharpened one of the rapiers.
(OOC: Would it be possible for you to play Mr. Asherton for just a few parts having to do with Will? :) )
 
"Mrs. Asherton." the young man jumped, nodding his head politely and setting the sword down. He had been working hard, the muscles in his young body tight and full of life. Something twitched at the corner of his lip, as though he were holding something back. His hazel eyes lingered for mere seconds on her body, and he forced them to stay at her pretty face. Will had never seen such form; her skin was smooth and pale, the top of her cleavage resting above her fine corset. It was sexy yet refined, a very popular fashion in London at the moment. He wiped at a bead of sweat lingering at his temple, wondering if that came from working hard, or the mere sight of the commodore's wife.
"I thank you very much Mrs. Asherton." the apprentice smiled, taking the drink graciously. He put the glass to his lips, feeling the cool, slightly lemony liquid chill his throat. Will tried not to let his eyes wander while he was drinking, but they did, just for a moment. He set the glass down.
"You're very kind."
The young man had opened the front of his sleeveless, thin leather jerkin while working, allowing his shirt to fall open a tad as well. He was slightly tanned beneath, but you couldn't see much... Will found himself becoming jealous of the commodore. Why, if he had such a wife, he would leave their bed only for food and drink, appreciating her every moment. Of course, that was his libido talking. At nineteen, Will would have been affected by most women, but this...this woman was more than beautiful, she was almost deadly in her sex appeal. A lump grew in the boy's throat as he thought of another one that might grow elsewhere if this fine lady were to lay one finger on him.
 
Will took one small step back, at a loss for words. He found himself frozen then, even as she drew closer. Something had changed in the air; suddenly, the apprentice had a feeling that she hadn't come just to give him the drink.
He swallowed nervously, and his adam's apple felt stuck, as if to choke him. The hairs at the back of his neck stood up at Mary's touch. Will looked at her with a bewildered expression, his face handsome yet still caught in the last years of it's boyishness. His eyebrows were straight and hard, and a fine line of dark wisps lay at his upper lip and chin, something he had taken a long while to finally grow. His own hand swung up, and he caught her wrist firmly, the tanned and lightly rough skin meeting the soft, untouched flesh. Again, a light twitch at the corner of his mouth. He held the hand in place as if to take control of the situation, only succeeding in arousing himself further.
"You shouldn't be here miss.." Will spoke, letting her go. He glanced down at the small space between them, biting the inside of his lip. "Your husband could come back at any time...I don't think...he would wish for me to..." The young man stopped his sentence. Well, he hadn't exactly left the storeroom, she had come to him...so...could he be blamed?
 
"No, I mean that..." Will replied, trying to find his words, "...that..." He took a step backwards as Mary took one forward, and then again, cursing inwardly as he felt his back come in contact with the wall behind. He stood straight up, looking down at the woman before him. Her slightly cooler hand on his chest made his eyelids droop for a split second, as if he were fighting back the lust. Will clenched his teeth in frusteration, a muscle working in his jaw. He was losing his grip. He could smell her light perfume as it floated at her neck and in her soft waves of hair.
"I..." the boy spoke, struggling to reason with the situation. "I'm not sure...what you are looking for." Though, and it was evident in his expression, he was perfectly aware of what she was looking for. In his mind, he begged she not touch him again, for physical affection would break his last defense.
 
Will expected the wandering hands to stop at his belt, but they did no such thing. His breath hitched ever so slightly as Mary brushed over exactly what he'd hoped she wouldn't notice. By God, this woman was definitely pushing it. This was too much to ask of a 19 year old of the male persuasion.

Will's hand grasped her again and he moved unexpectedly, pushing her against the side of the workbench; not hard, but firmly enough to rattle his tools and most likely surprise her. His face drew near, and their foreheads touched, his expression was uncertain yet lustful. The breath in his lungs quickened. He pressed against the woman with his full body, his arousal towards her becoming quite evident. "I'm afraid I'm losing my patience miss..." the apprentice whispered. "I am but a man...though respectful." His left hand gripped her waist, his dilated eyes moving from her lips, to her breasts and back again.
 
Take what he wanted? Well, he was positive that Commodore Asherton would be none to pleased at the sight of Will "taking what he wanted" however, if what Mary said was true, he would not be around to be displeased. He tried to stop himself, he really did, but it was all too much, and soon he had his face buried in her neck, soft flesh caught between his lips. She tasted clean and smelled of Lavender. Will's hands slid around the firmness of the corset, finding where it ended and grasping the side of her thigh. He could feel the pressure building below his belt; taking hold of Mary, he pressed their hips together, slowely grinding his hardening arousal against hers as he continued to suck at her neck. Will couldn't believe this was happening.
 
Will looked on with curiosity as Mary pushed away. As soon as she began to lower, he knew exactly what was going to happen. He stood waiting, looking down at Mary as she unbuttoned the front of his trousers and pulled them down slightly. Warmth crept over his cheeks as his cock, subsantial in length for his age, sprang forward. His hands clenched slightly at the feel of Mary's tongue teasing his flesh. He had never had a woman's mouth around him before, and when she took him into her warm cavern, he couldn't help but let out a moan, a few pitches higher than his normal voice in surprise. He was "the whelp" to a few friends who worked over at the dock...if they could only see him now.
Will's eyelids drooped slightly, and he let Mary go to work, resisting the urge to thrust forward. His cock was warm and smooth in her mouth, ever-hardening and perfect in his youth. One hand crept forward to run through her hair, trembling lightly.
 
Thoughts of the commodore returning home, or anyone for that matter, plagued Will's mind. However, they were continuosly driven out by the slow caress of Mary's tongue and lips. The young man was now fully hard, and he could feel a strong pulse starting at the base of his cock; he hadn't been this aroused in a while. He shifted ever so slightly on his feet, his knees trembling in his breeches. The pleasure was so intense that he had to remember to keep standing. If it felt this good to have her mouth, he didn't dare think about what it would be to have her body. Once again, he cursed the commodore inwardly for having such finery in his home.
"Oh..." Will moaned in ecstacy, a particularly intense wave of pleasure breaking over him. He would set his mind to making this last as long as possible.
 
"Mm.." came a noise from Will's throat, and he couldn't help but give a gentle thrust forward as the woman withdrew. The noise of her mouth just aroused him further. However, when Mary rose to offer him the pleasure of her body, he found himself speechless yet again. The lust passed from his face for a moment, and his bewildered, boyish expression returned, rather cute really. He couldn't believe what this woman was offering him. The commodore would have his head for that.
"I..." he stuttered, looking around nervously as if someone were bound to come in. "Are...are you sure about this miss? I've never...erm, I've never...are you sure it's alright?" His mouth twitched and he fought back a groan, feeling Mary's hand lingering on his heated erection. He really didn't feel like explaining that he was a virgin.
 
Will's eyes grew round with virgin anticipation, and his mouth curled into a mischevious smile. He looked around one more time, double checking their enviornment before drawing close to Mary. Thinking fast, he wrapped his lean and strong arms around her middle and helped her up onto the workbench. He nuzzled her neck and immediately gripped at the ends of her skirts, bringing them up around her thighs. His hands ran over her legs and flesh not in a disrespectful way, but a curious way. It came down to the fact that Will had never actually been inside a woman, and the anticipation was killing him. He took her underwear under his fingers, keeping a nervous eye on her the whole time, and slipped them down off. The boy came forward, caressing Mary's bare arousal, a blush coming over his cheeks. She was wet indeed, and he figured that she was ready and he wouldn't need to worry about hurting her. Will smirked excitedly, his eyes wandering to he door a few times as he slipped two fingers inside of her moist heat, the top of his palm rubbing against her sensitive nub.
 
Mary's hand on his cock pushed him even further, and he was no longer focused on the door, only on the pleasure that lay in store. He grabbed beneath her knees and settled himself between her thighs, his length brushing against her moisr core. The color on his cheeks grew a bit pinker with slight embarassment, but he definitely wasn't going to stop. He gripped the edge of the workbench with one slightly rough hand, the other on her upper thigh, and thrust inside of her to the hilt, obviously inexperianced at taking it slow. Will filled her up entirely, his length hot and pulsing, and let out a groan through gritted teeth; the pleasure was so strong, it was nearly painful. "Oh...miss.." he sighed, drawing out before thrusting deeply again, keeping eye contact. He began the same movements, his knees pressing against the bench, breath quickening.
 
Will's hands gripped her waist and the table harder, and he leaned down to nip at the other side of her neck. His hips thrust forward rythmically, the ridge of his cock massaging her inner walls. The dip of him drove deeply, milking that one special spot for pleasure again and again. Pieces of hair slipped from Will's ponytail, hanging around his handsome face; his eyes rolled back in ecstacy, then closed as he lost himself in the woman's body, lips parted. Each breath was a pant, followed by a groan. The apprentice let his right hand slide up through Mary's soft hair, tangling it in back so he could give a gentle pull, making more room for his lips to explore.

"You are like a goddess." the young man managed through his breathing, picking up some speed as he delved between her thighs. His face was twisted with pleasure, a pleasure he had never felt before. "Oh yes..." he groaned, his voice mixed with a whine. A pick slipped off the workbench as he gave an extra forceful thrust.
 
That little remark about her husband boosted Will's ego greatly, and wisked away all reserves about holding himself back. The boy wrapped his lean arms around Mary, feeling the muscles in his biceps and shoulders tighten against her. He began thrusting harder and faster into her tight heat, feeling a familiar sensation at the base of his arousal. "Oh...God..." Will groaned, panting with effort, a few drops of perspiration at his temple. "I'm..." He hung his head and grit his teeth as he slammed into the woman, driving her to orgasm along with himself. Tightly wound his arms were as he came, his legs shaking in ecstacy, eyes shut. He cried out in pleasure, his cock pulsating inside her and releasing a large flow of cum, followed by smaller spurts as his ecstacy ebbed away. "Ohh...." he sighed, resting his head on her shoulder, caught in lingering bliss, his young body spent.
 
Will looked up after a few moments, withdrawing his slick cock from inside Mary and buttoning up the front of his breeches. The lusty expression left his face, and he smiled sheepishly, wiping his forehead on his sleeve. "Uh..." he began, pushing hair behind his ear. "That was...uh...wonderful miss."

Will picked up the pick from the ground and set it back in it's place, then helped the woman down from the bench. "I hope you found it...satisfying." he spoke, blushing slightly. He reached forward and brushed Mary's hair back so that it did not look so wild. "I've never been so naughty in my life...I'm afraid your husband would be none too pleased."
 
Will straightened himself up after being kissed in an attempt at manliness instead of the boyish surprise he felt. "Of course I would, miss, anytime you please." came the words before he could stop them; he was setting himself up for being even naughtier. Will took her hand in his own and kissed it gently, before beginning to replace the tools on the workbench in their rightful place. He could feel his face still flushing pink, and his stomach was alive with butterflies. Visions of the woman wrapped around him, moaning in ecstacy lingered in his mind. The feeling of her inner walls clamping down around him as they both climaxed, well, it would definitely stick with him. Perhaps this would give the young man something to look forward to while he worked- not that he expected it to happen again! No! It was definitely a one-time happening...right? If Will couldn't resist the Mary's body this time...there wasn't much hope for the next. The boy shook his head, taking up the rapier and the sharpening stone.
 
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