Chapter 2: First Times
Movement attracted his attention. Julie stood in the bedroom door. “You’re awake,” she said.
“How’d you know?”
“I was in the hall, heard you cuss and thought, Why? You didn’t bleed. I did!”
He scowled at her with hollow eyes. “It isn’t just blood.”
“What else?” She swept in to the bedside. “You mean those yellowish streaks?”
He started to cover his nakedness but saw no need, sagging back on his elbows with his flaccid cock fully exposed. He groaned, aware of his awful hangover and guilt hovering in the background.
She said with assurance, “They’re just semen. I’ve seen them on Dad’s sheets.” She giggled. “Men leak too.”
“Oh god!” He groaned again, guilt strengthening.
“What’s the matter, Pongo? You can’t be so sick.”
“Leave me alone, Julie. I’m going to spend the day in bed.”
“In bed?” She studied his hollow eyes. “It’s what you did to me last night, isn’t it?”
“Go away!”
“You were drunk, Pongo, and I … I sort of let you do it. I’m not mad at you.”
He glared at her. “Why not? I raped you! I hurt you!”
“It didn’t hurt much. And the blood wasn’t all from my hymen.”
Her words dimly reminded him of pulling a tampon from her. “Oh god, Julie: you were having your period!”
She smiled. “Yeah, but I think you stopped it. It’s gone this morning. And you didn’t exactly rape me. I knew it would happen.”
He shook his head. “Julie … you’re too young.”
Her eyes flashed. “You didn’t think so last night!”
“Yeah. I didn’t think about anything last night.” His hand touched hers. “Julie, I’m … sorry, terribly sorry.”
Her mouth twisted. “Was I so disappointing?”
“Huh?”
“I thought men liked it when they had a climax.”
He blinked at her. “I didn’t mean that. You were great! It’s just that …” He took hold of his member. “This thing was in charge. It doesn’t think at all.”
She watched him toy with his cock until it thickened to full erection. He had no tactile recollection of having fucked the thirteen year old; he didn’t remember the feel of it. He wished he did, because he resolved never to fuck her again.
“You’re thirteen, aren’t you?”
“So what? You made me a woman last night. Come on, Pongo! I’ve heated coffee and I’ll fry you some eggs.”
He sighed, knowing that food would help if not cure his hangover. “All right, dear. I’ll be down after I take a shower.”
* * *
Julie’s pony tail protruded from beneath a baseball cap as she stood facing away from him at the stove. Aside from the cap she wore her usual: short shorts, sneakers and an embroidered tank top that left her midriff bare. He ogled the backs of her sexy adolescent legs and the round butt. Her hips were still a work in progress.
“I really am sorry about last night, Julie,” he said in a somber voice.
She turned and smiled at him. “I wanted to wait until I was a little older, Pongo, but things happen. I’m not mad at you. You’re my cousin who always kissed me like a big girl. I love you.”
He sighed. “I won’t touch you again. I promise!”
“Sit down and eat your breakfast. We’ll talk later. There are some things I’m curious about.”
She set before him a plate of sizzling bacon and scrambled eggs. He pitched into it without bothering with a napkin.
“Like what?” he asked around his first mouthful.
She sat opposite him, sipping a cup of coffee. “You don’t really learn much in sex-ed, Pongo.”
“Don’t girls usually ask their girl friends?”
She snorted. “What girl friends? School’s out. I’m the only girl on the island.”
“Well, last night should have —”
“There must be more to sex than that,” she interrupted. “Isn’t it supposed to be like playing? Isn’t it supposed to be fun?”
“Um, Julie, you’re just thirteen. Don’t you think you should wait until you’re older before learning such things?”
“I’ve already gone all the way, thanks to you. You owe me!”
Pongo took a deep breath. He was well aware of what she could do to him with a few words to her father or just about any other man on the island. Upon her he had committed a criminal offense, a felony that could ruin him for life.
He said reluctantly, “I guess explaining to you about sex wouldn’t be so bad.”
“You ‘guess?’ Because of you I need to know it, Pongo.”
“Okay, okay. What’s your question?”
“Maybe more than just explaining. I once saw people having sex, but they were so far away I didn’t get a good look.”
“You want to watch people doing it together?”
“Why not? It would be a lot better than sex-ed.”
“How am I supposed to manage that, Julie?”
“Well . . .” She hesitated. “Don’t you have some pictures you can show me?”
Pongo thought of his video. It would be an excellent teaching tool, but for a girl a few years older than Julie. It was so graphic!
“I have something I could show you, but it might gross you out.”
“I’m a teenager now, Pongo. I’ve got to know these things.”
What the hell! he thought. In a few years she’ll be fucking like a minx. All the teenagers do it these days. She’s right: she needs to know about it.
Breakfast over, they got up from the table, leaving the soiled utensils. A expression of excitement brightened Julie’s cute, little girl face. She waited in the living room while he went upstairs to fetch his disk.
* * *
Pongo stood a head taller than his young cousin. Approaching her from the hall, he wanted to take her into his arms — and more than that — but he dared not. She sat down on the couch and looked up at him expectantly.
“This is hard core porn, Julie. Are you sure you want to see it?”
“What’s ‘hard core?’ It’s only sex, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but it’s very close up, very graphic. I shot it myself.”
“I didn’t know you made videos, Pongo. Will you make one with me in it?”
“Not one like this.”
Pongo slid the disk into the machine, turned on the monitor then handed the remote to Julie.
“I’m not going to look at this with you,” he said. “I’ve seen it enough times and I think you might want to watch it alone.”
She blinked. “Why is that, Pongo?”
“Because you’ll probably start rubbing yourself. You don’t want me watching. I’ll go take a walk to the harbor.”
“How do you know?” she blurted out, her face beginning to flush. “What do you know about that?
“I’ve been with a lot of girls. I’ve had sex with the girl in this flick more than once. I know more than you imagine.”
He turned and left the room, intending to remain away at least 45 minutes, although the video was only 20 minutes long.
* * *
When he returned fifty minutes later, he heard orgasmic cries coming from the living room. It was the sound of Elsie, the girl in the flick. Pongo knew for certain that she was not faking it. He saw Julie from a side angle. Her left hand was concealed in her tank top. Her shorts were around one ankle and she was frigging herself almost violently.
It was a beautiful sight. Julie’s head was thrown back and she was mewling in pleasure. The little girl face was improbably contorted. He could not resist entering the room. He stood nearby, watching, hand on his rising cock.
After her last twinge of pleasure Julie sat panting for a moment, took a deep breath and noticed Pongo a few feet away. She immediately cupped her groin with both hands.
“You’re spying!” she exclaimed, springing to her feet to pull up her shorts.
“I couldn’t help it. Anyway, what’s the big deal? I told you that you’d rub yourself. Were you watching a favorite scene over and over?”
The last scene on the video before Julie’s remote snapped it off was Elsie’s shaved twat getting thoroughly tongued.
“How long have you been watching?” Julie demanded angrily.
“Only a few seconds. I just got back.”
“You should’ve said something!”
He grinned. “I tried not to disturb you.”
“How considerate!” But her anger subsided.
He sat beside her on the couch. “Have you satisfied your curiosity?”
“Some of it. Did that girl enjoy everything she did?”
“What did she do that was so unusual?”
Julie shrugged. “I know getting semen in your face isn’t unusual.”
“How do you know that?”
“I told you: I saw some people … fucking.”
He grunted. “Doesn’t that word bother you?”
Julie pointed at the monitor. “Not after listening to her. It’s the only word she knows.”
“I think she likes getting her face and mouth splashed. For sure she likes a cock in her mouth. What else?”
“That was you fucking her in the behind, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, But the first time I fucked her there she was the one who asked for it.”
“That’s hard to believe, Pongo. It must hurt.”
“Not if you know how to do it right.”
“But why would she ask for it?”
“She loves it. Elsie has an interesting story. She ran away when she was eleven. The state caught her and put her in a foster home.” He chuckled. “A rich man’s foster home.”
“What’s funny?”
“Why do you suppose a rich guy wants to do that? Most foster parents do it for the state’s money. A rich guy does it to get the kids. This one taught her to love fucking up the ass so he wouldn’t have to rip her cherry.”
“Good heavens, the poor girl!”
“He made her love that and lots more. She claims to be grateful to him.”
“I can’t imagine … letting a strange guy into me there.” Julie shivered. The heel of her hand pressed between her legs.
“Can’t you?” Pongo grinned. “How about a cousin?”
“Oh, Pongo!” She blushed and looked away.
Pongo, whose cock was stiff, caught her shoulders, pulled her against him and kissed the little girl lips. She responded passionately, however unpracticed, and readily accepted his tongue.
He withdrew. “I’m sorry, Julie. I promised not to touch you again.”
She took a deep breath. “I won’t hold you to that, Pongo. Talking and videos … they aren’t enough. You can touch me. Will you … do some of what you did to Elsie?”
“I really shouldn’t, Julie, and you know why.”
“But you’ve already had me, Pongo, just last night. Only we didn’t do any of the really fun things.”
“All right, dear, if that’s really what you want.”
“It is, Pongo; oh, it is!”
He kissed her again, tongue stroking hers, while fondling the soft thighs. He ran his hand under the hem of her shorts to finger the very damp groin of her panties.
“I’ll give you pleasure,” he whispered against her lips, “and maybe you’ll give me some too.”
“I might,” she said with a giggle.
* * *
“Don’t tease!” Julie cried. “Stop teasing me!”
For five minutes or longer, Pongo had been kissing and licking high up in the girl’s sleek inner thighs. His nose probed her vaginal opening. He blew on scant pubic hair and tasted the salty flesh in the creases between her vaginal lips and legs. He tongued her belly button while rubbing her with a thumb, careful not to penetrate the recently torn hymen. But he had not yet disturbed the engorged clitoris that slightly protruded from its sheltering hood.
At her urging he fitted his lips around the organ and began to suck. Julie went wild. She bucked, squirmed and uttered increasingly loud noises. Her orgasm lasted perhaps fifteen seconds during which she pulled at his hair, and at the apex she closed her thighs around his head.
Quickly he raised his torso between her legs and positioned his urgent cock at her moist opening. The tip of it – almost the entire knob – penetrated before she cried out.
“Oh, Pongo! That stings!”
With phenomenal self control he desisted and rolled off the lovely girl. “I’m sorry, Julie. I got carried away. I’m all worked up.”
“After the first time a girl is supposed to wait several days.”
“I know that. I’m sorry. You’re just so … so special.”
“I’ll help you, Pongo, if I can.”
He took a breath. “I really need some relief, some pleasure. Would you play with my cock?”
“Will that white stuff come out?”
“For certain, and I’ll make a mess.”
“On my face?”
“If you want.”
“Do you want me to suck on you like Elsie did?”
“I’d like that very much, Julie.”
She snuggled to him and with her right hand toyed with the turgid cock. “I’ll suck on you if you lick me again.”
With a hand at her neck Pongo urged the willing head down to his belly. She pulled his cock to her lips and licked on the substantial, circumcised knob.
She giggled and said with evident pleasure, “This is naughty fun.”
“Try it in your mouth.”
“It tastes like the gym smells.”
“I’ll bet. Get between my legs and suck on it.”
She stood up. “Let me take this off before it gets dirty.” The tank top went over her head. He took the opportunity to remove his Bermudas and undershorts. Slipping between his legs, she fitted her lips around the pinkish, bulbous flesh and sucked amateurishly.
He ordered, “Use your tongue on the underside! Suck up and down like the girl in the movie!”
She obeyed willingly, adding her own improvements by taking half the shaft into her mouth and gagging slightly when it touched her uvula.
Pongo played with her pony tail as his pleasure grew.
She recoiled after the first spurt coated her tongue, withdrew the organ and playfully sprayed her lower face with the remaining eruptions.
“Did I do it right, Pongo?” she asked, looking up at him from a messy face.
“It was perfect, sweetheart. You’re a natural.”
Her giggles bubbled over. “This really is fun!” she declared when she caught her breath.
“How do you like the taste?”
She tasted her lips. “It’s different. It doesn’t have a lot of taste, but it’s not bad. I can see how you might get to like it. What I enjoy most is the way your thing feels in my mouth. Oh, wow, that’s super!”
He nodded slowly. “Maybe you really are a natural!”
“Can I do it again?”
* * *
Julie and Pongo spent the day in the house together. She cooked a tasty casserole for their dinner, which he praised highly. In that and other ways they were like newlyweds, except he avoided penetrating her vaginally or rectally. “Let yourself heal for a few days, Julie. I’ll be around till Thursday. When does your dad get home?”
“Wednesday night. On Wednesday morning we’ll fuck right.”
“If I can make you wait that long. I’ll be gone all day tomorrow. Got to see Bakersfield about his boat.”
“Oh, yeah: the boys want you to take us fishing.”
“That depends on the weather and how big a boat Bakersfield will give me.”
“Can I sleep with you tonight? And suck your cock?”
“How could a man refuse that?”
* * *
Creight stood up from the park bench overlooking dock and harbor. He said with evident disgust, “This place is dead.”
Dave huffed contentedly. “You know, it’s Monday morning.”
“Yeah. On a little island in the summertime. Might as well be in jail.”
“I think jail would be worse.”
“How worse? We’d probably have more friends in jail!”
Dave leaned back against the bench. “You’re forgetting Miss Ruby.”
“What about her?”
“You couldn’t watch her do the guys in jail.”
Creight took up a seashell and skimmed it into the water of the harbor, smooth as usual because this was the west side of the island, opposite the Atlantic surf breaking on the east. “How many times have we seen that?”
“Once is a good start.”
“You do know how flukey that was, don’t you?”
“Flukey for us.”
“What do you mean?”
“She likes it. She’ll do it again. All we have to do is keep a lookout.”
Creight chuckled. “You guess she’ll do it again. Where’d you learn so much about women?”
Dave shrugged. “Everybody’s the same, aren’t they? When you like to do something, you do it. Like you jerking off.”
“You jerk off as much as me.”
“Heck, yeah, I like it too. Even if I can’t squirt.”
“Be glad. You don’t have to worry about the mess.”
Dave sighed. Then his face brightened. “Want to try it?”
Creight blinked. “Right here — in front of the whole station?”
“Who’s going to see us but seagulls?”
Creight looked around. Two large specimens perched atop a stanchion not ten feet away, watching the humans in hope of a handout. “Caw!” pronounced the nearer raucously. Creight responded, “Fuck the seagulls!”
Dave giggled. “You catch a big one and I’ll hold it.”
“You’re a nut, you know? If you understand women so well, why didn’t Julie come out of her house all day yesterday?”
“Visiting with her cousin?”
“He’s a college boy, way too old for her.”
“She hasn’t seen him in a year. Maybe they had to talk about relatives.”
“For a whole day?”
Dave grunted. “You don’t suppose she asked him about Miss Ruby?”
Creight turned around to study his younger friend. After a while he guessed, “Nah. She was too embarrassed.” He chuckled pensively. “She’ll talk about that only in the dark.”
Dave nodded slowly.
“I’m going to the beach,” said Creight, referring to a narrow strip of sand on the southwestern edge of the island. “Come on.”
“She always comes here first.”
“What makes you think she’s coming?”
Dave shrugged and the older boy turned away with a sniff. Ironically he was hardly out of sight into the trees before Julie plopped down beside Dave on the bench. She was dressed like the boys: in a T-shirt, shorts and sneakers. Her T-shirt was decorated with prints of pink flowers and the unmistakable points of her sharp nipples, to Dave’s eye even more prominent than they had seemed on Saturday.
“Morning,” she said, looking beyond the harbor to the inshore ocean.
“Where’ve you been?” said Dave.
“You mean yesterday? Pongo’s here, you know. Where’s Creight? I thought I saw him with you.”
“He got bored just now and went to the beach.”
She chuckled. “Aren’t you his shadow?”
“I’m your shadow too.”
She studied him with a faint smile. “You and Creight are my best friends.”
“We’d better be, hadn’t we? Who else is our age?”
“Best friends can talk about things that other people can’t.”
“I was just thinking that.”
Her eyebrows rose. “You were?”
“Yeah.” He grinned at her. “What did you want to talk about?”
She looked around as if reassuring herself of absent eavesdroppers. “You asked me a question Saturday night.”
“I did?” He blinked. “What was it?”
“You and Creight thought Miss Ruby was coming the whole time, or so you said.”
“Well, she yelled and carried on practically without stopping while they were doing her. Several times she said she was coming.”
“I didn’t hear that.”
“Maybe it was after you left. You wanted to know why she was doing the guys. Creight and I figured that had to be why.”
“What did?”
“She was coming over and over. Did you read something about it yesterday?”
“No, but I’ve been thinking … With so many guys … in both her bottom holes … working the skin in and out for hours … wouldn’t it hurt instead of feel good?”
The lad blinked. “I never though of that.” He shook his head. “Hurt? For sure she wouldn’t keep putting ’em in her if it hurt!”
The girl sighed. “Guess I just don’t understand … What I wondered is can men do that too?”
“You mean keep coming?”
“Is that what she was really doing? Or just making it last a long time?”
“Making it what? Oh, no. I can’t believe she’d carry on so if that’s all she wanted. And why would she want that?” He straightened up with a determined air. “How does it work for a girl anyway? Doesn’t it kind of … gradually build up to a peak and then sort of explode?”
The girl’s eyes were distant. “Sometimes not so gradually. But yeah, it’s basically like that.”
He studied her with sharpened eyes and grinned. “You have done it, right?”
She blushed, dodging his eyes. “I know how to masturbate.”
“Me too,” he said, adding glumly, “and that’s all.”
“Well, we don’t have anybody —” She caught her breath and wide eyes swung around to his.
He looked down. “I wanted to ask you, Julie … since friends can talk about anything.”
She breathed out. “Ask away.”
“You’ve had a year of sex-ed. Did they say anything … about how old a boy has to be before he …”
“Before he does what?”
“Squirts.”
“Squirts? Oh! You mean … That’s right: you said you were too young.”
“Well, I haven’t ever squirted.”
“Yet?”
“I hope ‘yet.’”
His yearning was obvious. Obviously she could help him. She said, “I’ll bet I can make it.”
He blinked. “You can?”
“I think so. At least it works with — Um.”
“With who? Oh, Julie, please!”
She stood up. “Come on. Let’s go behind the rock.”
The “rock” was a boulder or perhaps a tip of the granite bedrock that extended 20 feet from the ground some small distance southeast of the Coast Guard station. A mossy hollow in the hill behind it, which comfortably fitted the three children at their present stage of growth, was their private preserve. When they perceived a need for privacy, it was always “Let’s go behind the rock.”
Dave followed her eagerly along the path through the woods. They slipped around the striated rock edge and into the dimmer hollow. It was open to the air at the top and on one side, still offering room enough for them to squeeze through, although it was already tight on Creight.
Julie faced the lad with hands on hips.
He regarded her expectantly. “What you gonna do?”
She squatted before him and ordered, “Take your pants off.”
When he had stepped out of his shorts, he straightened up and noticed that his half-erect cock was just below her face. Did she mean to …
“God, Julie!”
Indeed she bent forward, hands clutching his buttocks, and took his boyhood completely within her mouth. Her wet touch was a powerful jolt that would have dislodged him except for her hold on his backside. Instantly the small organ was stiffer than ever before.
To the girl this one was very different! Not just a lot smaller than Pongo’s, it had a funny taste and strongly nutty odor, like … almonds, she thought. Maybe it was the uncut foreskin, loose enough to work back and forth as the cock slid shallower and deeper. The skin of the head was slicker, like a bubble sucked into a burst balloon. The difference was interesting enough to moisten her pussy as much as sucking on Pongo had done. Could any cock do that for her?
She sucked away, head bobbing slowly, cheeks collapsing on each partial withdrawal. He felt her tongue rasping beneath the compressed foreskin. He moaned inadvertently as the thrills intensified.
Her head backed away. She regarded him wonderingly. “Does it hurt, Dave?”
“Oh god, Julie, I never felt anything so sweet in my whole life!”
She chuckled. “Well, show me how much. Squirt!”
He stared down at her. “You don’t mind … that stuff in your mouth?”
Her eyes twinkled. Yesterday she had sucked the plentiful juice from Pongo three times, plus twice more after they went to bed last night and once again when they awoke this morning, and found it strange but always pleasant enough except for the last bitter time, which when questioned Pongo had explained as being full of morning piss.
For answer to Dave she recaptured the stiff little sausage, tongue slithering.
The idea of spurting something from his pee hole into the throat of his pal was too much for the lad. He came powerfully with the most intense pleasure imaginable. This time it was different in quality as well. He felt something cool squish through his urethra.
As Pongo had taught her, she released the suction while his climax was evident and merely held the organ loosely in her mouth. When he ceased to shudder and moan, she sucked again with a last tongue wipe, causing him to jerk free from her mouth.
He staggered back. “Oh god, Julie, that was awesome!”
Then he recalled the purpose of the exercise, grabbed his cock and turned the head up hopefully. His face fell. “It didn’t work!”
She grinned. “You don’ t’ink so?” She stood up, leaned forward until her face was directly before his and opened her mouth wide. He saw what he thought was an excess of spit.
“Kiss me!” she demanded.
He obeyed dutifully. Her tongue forced his lips apart and pushed a tasteless wetness between them. No, not quite tasteless, it was too strange to be her spit. Realization dawned.
Eyes like marbles, he demanded, “I did it?”
“Oh yeah. One really good squirt and some dribbles.” She drooled into her cupped hand and inspected the result.
“I did it! I squirted!”
“Yeah. It’s watery but see the white streaks? You did, Dave.” She smiled benignly. “Was this really your first time?”
“Oh, yeah! Oh god, Julie, you’re the greatest pal anybody ever had!” He caught her around the shoulders, pulled their mouths together and kissed her longer.
When their heads parted, she had a thoughtful look. “You can do me the same kind of favor.”
“I can?” He blinked. “Oh, yeah. Like Krowzovich did Miss Ruby.”
“Like what? I didn’t see anything like that.”
“After you left. It was the last thing they did. He sucked out her pussy. The other guys called him queer for liking jizz. But she loved it!”
“What do you mean, ‘sucked out?’”
“I guess ‘licked out’ would be better.”
She took a contemplative breath.
Dave said, “You want me to lick on you? I’ll do it if you’ll show me where.”
Julie paused. Was this wise? Well, she had already sucked his dick — and got his first sperm, a real accomplishment! Women are powerful! Her clit was sweetly warm and moist, demanding attention. Pongo had licked it at least as often as she had sucked. God, that was awesome! They had even tried a 69, which was comparatively disappointing because whenever her pleasure rose, she had forgotten to suck. And vice-versa, apparently. Although lying belly on his chest with his face bristles tickling her pubes was exciting in its own way.
“Oh, I’ll show you, don’t worry.” Inserting her thumbs at the hips, she snatched down shorts and panties together and lay back upon the soft moss. “But, Dave … we need to keep quiet about all this.”
“Sure.” He knelt between her legs, studying her closely. “It looks different.”
“What? How different?”
“Not much different. More separated, more … what’s the word? … defined.”
“That’s good — if I knew what you mean.”
He shrugged. “I guess it looks more like a woman’s. You’ve started to grow hair. Where do I lick?”
As Pongo had shown her, she rose enough to clasp his head on each side and pull his face down between her legs. “Just start licking. I’ll guide you.”
Directly on the clit was too intense. She routed him all around it. At the lowest point his tongue flickered on her urethra, which she had already noticed induced a stronger thrill. Very soon her peak approached and now she directed him upon the throbbing spot. She began to scream. Pongo had trained her enough to keep the level down. “Christ, you unrestrained hussy, you’ll wake all the neighbors,” he had hissed. “No woman should be heard coming in Lt. Partridge’s house, much less a kid!”
Suddenly Dave backed away from her, looking over his shoulder. Dimly she heard someone demanding, “What the hell is going on here?”
It must have been Creight. He was standing just within the narrow entrance, mouth sagging. “God, Dave, were you eating her out?”
Julie felt an overpowering shock. Although she had exposed herself to both boys the previous summer, even allowing them to touch her puffy labia, it was somehow intolerable to be caught in the midst of orgasm. She snatched up the shorts lying beside her, panties still nestled half inside-out in the crotch, threw her heels up, pulled the clothing up her legs and immediately jumped to her feet against the mossy wall.
For a few seconds the threesome stared at each other.
Creight’s gaze became a leer. “Hey, I can do that too!” He stepped toward her, hands reaching for her waist.
Her chin sagged. Something in his over-confident expression revolted her. She dodged aside. Expecting no such response, he was too slow to catch her, and when he whirled to pursue, he stuck in the narrow passage just long enough for her to complete her escape. He heard her feet pounding the outside path and knew from experience that chasing her was a waste of time if she didn’t want to be caught.
“Damn it!” He turned back to regard the younger boy. “What’s the matter with her?”
Dave wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Nothing’s the matter with her. She’s awesome!”
Creight blinked. “She tastes that good?”
“Not at first. What I mean is — Creight, I squirted!”
“You did what?”
“In her mouth. She sucked me, Creight, and I squirted!”
“How … how do you know — if it was in her mouth?”
“I could feel it. And she showed me. She spit it in her hand.”
Creight glowered. “Miss Ruby swallows it.”
“Come on, Creight. I squirted!”
Staring at the elation on his friend’s face, Creight felt his own discontent ease. “Okay. Good for you. Welcome to the club!”
“Thanks, pal!”
“But why just you? Why didn’t she want me? You didn’t actually screw her pussy, did you?”
Dave shook his head. “No. I didn’t think of that.”
“But she sucked your cock, god damn it!”
The younger lad smiled with evident satisfaction. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
Creight’s teeth gritted audibly. “When I get my hands on her …”
Dave studied him thoughtfully. “You can’t make her, you know.”
“Why can’t I?”
“’Cause that’d be rape.”
The older boy took a breath. “Yeah, it would. But she — That’s not fair!”
Dave grinned. “You’ll have to talk her into it.”
Creight let his face fall. “That’d be different.” But he spun resolutely around. “Let’s go find her.”
* * *
By that time Julie had run up the steps of her home. Distances were relatively short on tiny Seaward Island. She was barely panting despite having run the whole quarter mile. She slammed the door behind herself. “They might come after me,” she muttered and twisted the deadbolt lock before flouncing into the den and falling on the couch.
A smile spread her lips slowly. Dave’s small cock in her mouth had pleased her. She considered his first ejaculation there to be a significant accomplishment and debated bragging of it to Pongo. Thinking about telling him aroused her curiosity. Where had Pongo first ejaculated? Did he actually remember it?
In addition to those questions, she remembered her intention to remind him of their fishing trip. The digital clock on the mantel showed 10:14, time for him to get up anyway. With a smile of anticipation she climbed the stairs and entered the guest room. His bed, which she had vacated almost three hours earlier, was empty and unmade. Ah! He must be in the bathroom, whose door was ajar. She slipped through it, preparing an offer to guide his piss again, as she had done yesterday, once into the commode and twice into the tub. But the bathroom was empty.
She listened carefully. The house was silent. Faintly she could hear the gulls in the harbor. Aha! Pongo had arisen earlier than usual, she thought, and had gone to arrange his own fishing.
She had postponed her own breakfast to share it with him, but he hadn’t waited. With a sniff she sauntered downstairs and into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. A once-folded note lay on the kitchen table. It was the first time she had seen that handwriting.
For Julie
Sorry I missed you this morning.
Luckily I remembered an appointment with my dean. Even luckier, the ferry is leaving in half an hour. I have to be on it.
Maybe it’s for the best, honey. You don’t really like to fish. Tell your father thanks for his hospitality.
Love, Pongo
She had seen the ferry standing out of the harbor as she fled from the boys. She ran upstairs, skipping every other step. Indeed his clothing and suitcase were gone!
Consumed with her loss, Julie sank onto the bed. After stewing several minutes she pushed aside her panties and slipped a finger gingerly between the lower lips. At a certain depth it stung, though not so strongly as yesterday. By Wednesday it might actually be healed. But with Pongo gone and Creighton snubbed, who would fuck her properly on Wednesday?