A Mountain Retreat
10-Epilogue
By Apollon
Story codes; Rom Mg
On Labor Day weekend Joan’s parents were having a backyard picnic and I was invited. Joan was a little tense for some reason. As things were winding down and Joan was helping clear the food, I found myself invited to sit with her dad. He lit his traditional after dinner pipe and started asking questions; I was being interviewed again. We discussed school, my new scholarship, the war, my job and then the other shoe dropped.
“You’re a nice young man,” he started, “And I think you care about my daughter. And I’ve seen that look in her eye,” he said, puffing a few times. “But she’s still very young, just in high school. You’re still in college and we want her to go on as well. Now we have no intentions of telling her who she can date and it has nothing to do with you. But we think maybe you and she shouldn’t spend as much time together, you know, ‘cool it’ for a while, see some other people maybe until you’re both a little older.”
I didn’t hear much else he said, the brick in my stomach weighed me down. And I couldn’t ague in case he suspected the physical relationship I had with his daughter. I could only concede to his wishes without agreeing. Desert was served but neither I nor Joan had any more appetite and I gathered up to leave. “Did my dad talk to you?” She already knew the answer. “He did to me, too, last night. It was the biggest argument we’ve ever had,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. I kissed her quickly and left.
We talked at length on the phone and over cokes at the malt shop. Comparing notes she expressed concern that her mom might suspect how far we had gone and what we had been doing together. Neither of us wanted to stop the sex let alone see less of each other but it seemed we had no choice. But we made a resolve; it was only temporary.
My new position at the super market required more hours and I was taking a solid load of classes. It was the busy schedule that was the only thing that kept me from depression at seeing Joan so little. We did meet few times and occasionally went out with her parents’ reluctant approval. She filled me in on the all the high school activities including an apology that she was supposed to attend a banquet with another senior. I assured her I understood there would be similar things throughout her senior year. I assured her it didn’t bother me and I wouldn’t be jealous. I lied.
Weeks passed by and I studied hard and worked more hours leading up to Thanksgiving. Several times I met Joan as school let out and we managed an hour or two together or we would meet somewhere at a high school game or gathering. We both wanted to respect her parent’s wishes but it was draining us both. We managed to meet once and take advantage of a secluded spot for one quick coupling. It was in desperation and happened quickly and didn’t last long enough.
I still went to church almost every Sunday, going by myself and leaving the same way. A little gaggle of high school girls seemed to gather close to me and, Gloria, the red-head that I had gone out with that one time made it a point to approach me when services ended. It was obvious she was fishing for another invitation out but I hadn’t responded. Then one Sunday she announced she needed a ride home and asked me if I could oblige. I agreed and as we left the parking lot slid over close to me and waved at a trio of grinning girls.
I sensed right away the girl was coming on to me and recalled how she had giggled and rejected my advances that one date. But as soon as I pulled into her driveway she said, “Why don’t you come in? My parents are out of town and no one’s home.” I was curious if something had changed, and frustrated with so little time with Joan and agreed.
When we entered the modest home the girl invited me to sit on the couch and offered me a coke. She returned with a couple of eight ounce bottles asking if I wanted ice. When she left and re-entered the room I noticed she had slimmed down some from her previous pudginess. She was still not slim but curvy with larger than average tits that more than filled her button front blouse and a skirt that showed her wide hips and nicely rounded butt. She noticed me looking and plopped down beside me letting her leg touch mine.
Gloria was seventeen, a senior in high school, and had dated most of the boys her age at church. But she obviously had eyes for college age boys and me in particular. She turned her head looking at me and smiling. There was a dusting of freckles over her fair complexion and her fire engine red hair was long and curly. Blues eyes held a glint of mischief. “We can make out if you want,” she announced boldly. I was surprised given the reluctance I had experienced with her before. I decided to see how serious she was.
I had long since abandoned my belief while growing up that there were “fun girls” that would do stuff and “good girls” that didn’t. The urges driven by nature’s hormones tended to override inhibitions and drive all young people to do things they wouldn’t always admit. Gloria was not the brightest girl around but seemed to sense the effect her body had on hormonally driven boys and enjoyed the fact.
Curious about this girl and needing to give release to my pent-up libido, I slipped my arm around her and bent my head kissing her softly on the lips. They were warm and full and parted quickly allowing her tongue to snake into my mouth. One of her hands went around my head and she pressed back firmly against my face doing a tongue dance. She rolled against me and we locked lips for several minutes. It seemed like a natural response when I let one hand drift over one of her ample breasts. It was the biggest one I had ever felt but surprisingly firm. She puffed up her chest encouraging me and I massaged the mammary thoroughly.
We pulled apart after a few minutes and a couple of buttons had come open under the pressure from her tits. She looked down and giggled. “I can’t keep this blouse buttoned,” she said but made no effort to redo it.
“Maybe you should just take it off,” I offered.
She shrugged with a feigned shyness and said, “Maybe I will,” and slowly undid the remaining buttons and slid the fabric off of her shoulders. She hesitated proudly projecting her large bra-covered tits. Any reluctance I had faded and I bent to kiss her again letting my hand cup one of her magnificent mammaries. I was no expert on the size of breasts but these must have been at least a C or D. I let my hand drift up and slip a strap off of her shoulder. Meeting no resistance this time I let my hand slide under the cotton cup and eventually tug it down exposing most of the girl’s righteous tit.
I let my face drift down and kiss the top of her breast then nibble down to the nipple. The girl giggled and arched her chest to my face then and leaned forward a little when my hand went around to the hook of her bra. When my fingers gained release the fabric fell away and both ample breasts fell out in relief. I tugged the bra off and buried my face between the two mountains of flesh then alternated sucking first one while feeling the other then trading massaging each nipple with my lips. The girl had her hands around my head encouraging me and giggling.
Then she sort of pushed me up and tugged on my tie; “Now you,” she said. I obliged, pulling off my tie and white shirt. When we were both bare chested I returned both of my hands to her ample breasts. “Do you like these?” she said coyly savoring the feel of my hands.
“Oh yes,” I said, “They’re wonderful and went at them with my mouth again.
“Boys really like playing with tits, huh?” I nodded with my lips around a nipple.
“So have lots of boys played with yours?” I questioned.
“A few,” Gloria said. “I’ve had ‘em since I was ten.” I recalled having seen the girl sporting her growth at church. But she was just a pudgy little girl then. “I’ve done other things with boys, too,” she volunteered, a little smile on her face.
I was still a little confused but reacted to the last comment by slipping my hand under the hem of her skirt. As I pressed upward I kissed her again firmly on the lips. Our bare chests pressed together and her legs parted as I pushed my hand over her fleshy thighs and found the warm junction of her legs. I tugged a little at the snug panties hampered by the slimness of her skirt and tried to push the fabric up her legs.
“The zipper is in the back,” she whispered as I lifted my head. She rolled her hips toward me as I found the zip and tugged it down then she lifted just enough for me to pull her skirt and half-slip down her legs and off. Sensing no resistance I moved over in front of her and slipped my fingers in the elastic of her panties. She lifted her hips and I pulled the thin fabric down her legs revealing a triangle of curly red hairs pointing in a v toward a veiled slot and a finger of flesh. She smiled with a look of success as I cupped the fleshy lips of her labia with my fingers.
I rubbed over the top of the protrusion I now recognized as her clit and felt moisture from her crevice. Gloria beamed broadly and hunched her pubis against my hand. I let a finger dip into her moist crevice then circled the little lump with it. Gloria groaned and sat up quickly reaching for my belt. It opened quickly and she undid the top and tugged my zipper down. Then giggling like a grade-school girl she pulled my pants and shorts to my ankles letting my engorged phallus jump out at attention. She smiled broadly and stared at it for a second then brazenly gripped it with her fingers. She examined it closely tracing the little veins and cupping my nuts. “Nice,” she said, and to my surprise bent over and covered my pulsing knob with her mouth.
Oral sex was not in fashion and this was pleasant surprise. I was immediately concerned at what would happen if she continued but she sat up, lay back on the couch and pulled me toward her by my rigid cock. I kicked off the pants and shorts from around my ankles and settled between her widely spread legs. “Go ahead,” she said, and looked down as I aimed my tool. She was wet and warm and I slid in easily until my pubes met hers. There was no resistance and her body welcomed mine suggesting that others had been here before. I began plunging into her slick abyss then instantly I panicked.
“I better get something out of my wallet,” I said and started to pull out, fearing I might unload into a fertile womb.
“No need,” she said, holding me in, “I take pills.” I was both surprised and relieved and quickly resumed my motion. We were at arm’s length looking into each other’s faces. Gloria had a silly grin as I plunged in and out of her slick pussy. It was obvious that she was no stranger to the male organ and treated sex as play as if it were a parlor game. “This is fun,” she offered, then added, “You feel good.”
“I bet you say that to all the boys,” I quipped as I began speeding up.
She grinned back at me, “Just a few.” Then a slightly more serious look came over her face as she felt my dick plunge more aggressively. I felt the surge start at the base of my balls and the eruptions begin, and then explode upward through my dick. Just as she felt the warm fluid fill her Gloria just sort of giggled in the strangest reaction to an orgasm I could imagine. I kept pumping filling her with my seed until I sagged against her chest then kissed her hard on the mouth.
When I rose up she was grinning with her eyes wide open. “That was fun,” she said. I had no way of determining if she had really experienced an orgasm or just felt mine. As I softened and pulled out Gloria bounced up and grabbed her panties holding them to her crotch to avoid a drip. She returned with a wash cloth and towel for each of us.
I realized Gloria was not overly bright but she did have a body and was happy to use it. When she suggested we adjourn to her bedroom and “do it” some more I was ready. I followed her admiring her full firm ass and waited as she pulled the quilt down, lay back on the bed and spread her legs widely in invitation. I simply crawled up on my knees, draped her legs over mine and slid easily back in. As I began a long slow fuck the girl seemed compelled to offer a detailed history of her sex life.
She had grown breasts when she was ten and loved the attention they got from boys. She dallied in “show me” games and at age eleven gave her cherry to an older neighbor boy and then engaged his friend as well. She started attracting men as well as boys and when her mother correctly suspected a dalliance with her uncle when she was thirteen and, under the guise of regulating periods, put her on birth control. “So I can do it when I want without having to worry about getting pregnant,” she offered.
“And you like doing it?” I inquired.
“Umm hmm,” she nodded, “At least with some boys. But, we can’t, I mean, I don’t do it much with others because I sort of have a boyfriend…but it’s kind of secret.” She gave me a questioning look wondering if she should share her secret.
“Well I wouldn’t tell anyone,” I offered.
She hesitated a few seconds then said, “Well, you know Brian, the preacher’s kid?” I nodded picturing the shy gangly pimple faced youth that lounged in the shadow of his father’s Protestant clergy. “Well we were both at a youth retreat a couple of years ago and I felt sorry for him; he’s real shy and we just started hanging out together and talking and stuff. And he’d never even seen a naked girl. So we slipped away and I showed him. Then I got him to pull his pants down and even then he was really big and went off in my hand then we just did it.”
From my mental picture I did some quick math. “He’s a little younger than you, isn’t he? And that was a couple of years ago?”
“Umm hmm,” she smiled slyly. “I was fifteen and he was thirteen. But he’s really mature, you know, big down there, and he wanted me to be his girlfriend, but it had to be a secret because of his dad, and it’s really hard for us to get away, you know, somewhere private. Once we even did it in the storage closet in the church basement. He had his dad’s key. But since we don’t get much chance, he knows sometimes I have to go out and be with someone else; at least until he’s sixteen.”
I was on information overload picturing the seemingly innocent teen-agers going at it at any opportunity even in the church basement. And Gloria was so blasé about seducing a thirteen-year-old preacher’s kid and meeting him for stealthy coupling sessions for the last couple of years while still accepting an occasional roll with a different boy. Clearly this girl needed a steady supply of male cock and right now I was elected to give it to her. She added a few lurid details and as she did I pounded harder and faster into her.
When my loins exploded and I sense she was orgasming it wasn’t what I expected. There were no spasms to speak of except firm thrust up to meet my dick and a slight clenching around my tool. He eyes stayed open and she almost giggled at the sensation. Sex was fun and games for her and she was having fun.
After I left Gloria’s house, and for several days after, I was in a blue funk. I realized it was just sex with Gloria and I was horny. I justified it as just satisfying a need like jerking off with my hand. But I felt guilty. All I could think about was Joan and how it was so different with her. I felt I had betrayed her doing it with another girl. Then I began to wonder if in our agreement to “cool it” as her dad had put it, and see other people if she was doing it with other boys. That thought made me feel worse.
I went to sleep every night and woke up every morning with her vision in my brain; her slim waist and shoulders, her perfectly firm cone-shaped tits, her gently rounded hips and long slim legs; and her lightly veiled mons and soft petals that opened into her indescribable treasure. And it wasn’t just her body. It was her smile and how our thoughts and souls simply blended together.
After dinner one Sunday my mom asked how school was going, and then about work and the question she really wanted to ask. “You don’t see as much of Joan as you did and sometimes you seem really down. Has something happened; are you not getting along?” I had to smile at her perception and concern.
“No, nothing’s happened,” I assured her. Then I related our conversation and Joan’s parents’ wishes.
“So they were concerned that you two might be getting too serious?” she posed.
“I guess so,” I said.
“Well she’s a delightful girl,” mom observed, “But she is a little young.” Then she patted my arm and said, “Just be patient.”
A call came for me at the super market. Joan was on the phone seemed excited about something and asked me to pick her up after school. I arranged it after class and before I went to work. She jumped in my car the cold air putting blush in her cheeks and was grinning. “I have a surprise for you,” she said. We drove down the street to a vacant parking lot and she rummaged in her hand bag. “Ta da!” she said and held up a small round plastic case. I eyed it for a moment without identifying what it was. She quickly recognized my questioning look and said, “Its birth control, dummy, the pill. In ten more days we don’t have to wear anything anymore.” We shared a big grin and then a hug that turned into a passionate kiss.
She told how after a cheerleader got pregnant that word had spread through some of the girls that a school nurse would refer anyone who needed them to a clinic for a prescription and supply. She had responded along with a number of her friends. We lamented the fact that we would have to wait another ten days then find an opportunity to try them out.
“I had lunch with Joan’s mother today,” mom announced when I got home one evening. I must have looked stunned. “I hope you don’t mind,” she added, “She’s really nice.” There was a pause as I wondered where this was going. “Like you said they were just concerned that you two were getting serious and she isn’t even out of school yet. And you are getting serious about her aren’t you?” she said more of a statement than a question. She had read me too well and waited for a comment.
“Yeah mom,” I said, and then reluctantly admitted, “I know I haven’t dated a lot of girls, but it seems like I compare them all to her. I think she’s the one.” I looked up at an understanding mother that studied my face.
“Well Joan’s mom said she’s been just as unhappy as you’ve been when you aren’t together. And then…” she sort of hesitated, “She’s concerned that if things got out of hand her daughter might get ‘in trouble’,” she added, “Kids grow up so early anymore.”
She looked at me trying to be stern but softened and said, “We remember what it was like and I guess now she’s not as concerned about that. But they want her to go to college and she’s trying to graduate early and apply for admission. So maybe things will ease up with her and you won’t be moping around anymore.” I grabbed my mother and hugged her hoping to inherit her gift of perception.
It was true, things eased up and by Christmas we were going out and getting together again. We traded gold neck chains at Christmas, hers with a ruby pendant. Joan’s dad still looked at me suspiciously sometimes, and hadn’t really said anything more, but had definitely warmed up and was cordial. Most of the time we just enjoyed each other’s company, studying together, or just hanging out; but we still hadn’t tried out the new birth control.
During the holiday break we were invited to one of Joan’s friend’s house for a small party. I wasn’t sure what to expect from a group of high school kids. There were only three couples while the girl’s parents were out of town. There was some holiday egg nog, dim lights and a lot of making out. It was obvious the couples were in a common state of mind and far less inhibited than any of my friends in high school. Then the host girl announced that she was going to give her boyfriend his real present and retreated to a bedroom. She paused on the way announcing that we could all pick another bedroom.
Joan quickly ushered me to a guest room and in minutes we were naked and under the covers. We pressed our naked bodies together and traded tongues. My rock hard dick was standing straight and nestling between her legs when she reached down and placed it right at her portal. Our eyes were on each other and we studied each other’s faces as I slowly pressed the naked flesh inside her warm, wet portal. I couldn’t even describe the sensation of her tight tunnel gripping my tool.
We held still in love’s embrace for several minutes. It was as if our minds had joined together as our bodies did. It was symbolic, perhaps as it was once again our naked flesh free to expel and retrieve the seed of procreation with a silent promise to each other for the future. I’m not sure if I had really said it before but as I looked into her bright blue eye with our bodies joined together I said, “I love you Joan.”
A blaze of light crossed her face even in the dim light. “I love you, too,” she said. Slowly, methodically we began to move with each other our eyes locked together watching the passion grow within us. After sustaining as long as we could I felt the level rising in the well. “Ready?” I questioned as I felt the surge begin. “Yes,” she breathed and I shifted to a higher gear plunging more quickly feeling the pent-up supply of semen rush from the reservoir and fill my lover’s womb. Joan and I gasped in unison and our bodies shook together. After gently blending our lips we lay quietly still entwined for a long while. Then slowly, methodically, we did it again.
Our birthdays were close together. She was turning eighteen, I would be twenty-one. We were having a little family party to celebrate. Joan’s dad didn’t say much when I pulled him aside and told him that I had a special gift to give his daughter and that I hoped he would approve. He stoked his pipe and sat back and grinned at me. “Well I’d hoped you would put this off a little longer but I get it. Her mother and I didn’t wait very long either and he shook my hand. No one seemed surprised when Joan displayed her new engagement ring.
It was a July wedding. I was surprised when Linda arrived to be in Joan’s line. She had matured, looked great, was enrolled in college in the fall and brought her boyfriend with her. I noticed he looked a lot like me. When we had a moment she pulled me aside and said she was happy and hoped I would be, too and thanked me for being so good to her and not taking advantage; she understood it all now.
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