A Mountain Retreat
Chapter 9
By Apollon
Story codes; Rom Mg
For a few days after my little tryst with the young girls I felt a little guilty and a little paranoid. Our sexual culture and morals were changing. The “free love” generation was having an impact. There were magazines on newsstands, at least in some places if not our town, that exhibited all manner of nudity and sex among young people and kids. But the society that I lived in still frowned on a man my age dallying with ones so young.
But then I reasoned that it was the girls that had initiated the fun. And fun it was. They simply wanted to play at sex with no complex relationships or commitments. They chose someone older they could trust with their precociousness. Now I had to trust them to keep it to themselves.
A few days later I was working stocking shelves at the super market when Joan appeared. She had stopped to say “hi” a couple of times while I was working on Saturdays but didn’t dwell for long. “Hi” she said, “I saw your car and new you were working tonight. I didn’t see you Saturday.”
“I was off,” I said, “Sorry I missed you.” I wasn’t sorry for what happened however.
“I don’t want to bother you but read this when you get home, OK?” She handed me an oversized envelope and quickly bustled out in the company of several grinning girls.
My curiosity was running wild so during a little break in the back room I pulled the envelope from my belt and opened it. It was an elaborate invitation with stickers and pictures and cute sayings inviting me to be her escort for the junior prom at the high school. I almost couldn’t believe it. The girl I had asked out continually and was always turned down was asking me out now to an important event for every high school girl. To say I was surprised was an understatement and a part of me was flattered. As soon as I was off, I called her back at the number she had left for a response.
I assume it was her mom that answered, and when I asked to speak to Joan, the voice in the background said, “Joanie, there’s a boy on the phone for you.” I heard another phone get picked up.
“Hello.”
“Hi Joan,” I said.
“Mom, hang the phone up,” I heard and then the click of the other phone going down. “Umm sorry about that” she said, a note of nervousness in her voice.
“I got your card and I was surprised but I would be pleased to be your escort for the prom.” I heard an almost giggle.
“Oh that’s great,” she responded quietly. “I’m excited.” I didn’t know if she was just excited to be going or to be going with me but I asked her if I could call after school tomorrow and get some of the details. She agreed and we signed off.
Surprisingly the prospects of dating Joanie took my mind off of the great sex I had enjoyed with the two young girls, other than a vivid recall when my hand encouraged my organ to release almost every night. Over the next two weeks I rented a tux, learned the color of Joan’s dress and discovered it had bare shoulders calling for a wrist corsage. I determined the location of the traditional prom night dinner had not changed since I had attended the high school and made plans to join some of Joan’s friends there.
When I arrived in the early evening I was met at the door by Joan’s mother. She was an attractive lady and I could see where Joan got some of her good looks. She smiled graciously, offered that Joan would be down in a minute and I was ushered in to the living room to meet Joan’s father. He was a distinguished looking man and rose from an easy chair to shake my hand. Then he began with a few subtle questions and comments; like what I was studying in school, and did I like working at the super market. He was a school teacher, and I suspect he already knew a little about me but his purpose was to look me over and check me out. I was a little older than Joan, after all.
Before we had progressed very far with the conversation there were steps on the stairs and Joan appeared through the doorway. I could feel my heart leap and felt my jaw want to drop. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her auburn brown hair was pulled back and done up a little in the current fashion. Only a hint of makeup was needed to enhance her slim face. She wore a simple strand of pearls that I later learned were heirlooms her mother had given her on her sixteenth birthday. I couldn’t keep my eyes from dropping to her bare shoulders and the modest but obvious cleavage the teal blue dress revealed.
“My God, girl, you’re gorgeous,” I heard her dad say breaking my awe. I quickly agreed and handed Joan the corsage in a box. She pulled it out and we hooked it to her wrist, stood for some pictures her parents required and then left. We made some small talk on the way and at the restaurant as she introduced me to some friends we sat with. The other girls were all decked out and cute but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Joan. She was not overly endowed but her shape was perfect. She looked both elegant and sexy.
Eating was more of a ritual and we progressed to the dance in the decorated gymnasium. I was greeted by a couple of teachers that remembered me from my days at the school. When we walked out to dance to the live music that had already started, Joan waved at a trio of girls that were gawking and whispering. I wondered if any of them would remember that I was Linda’s date at this dance last year. Then I recalled briefly seeing Joan in the company of a gangly youth, in an ill-fitting tux who danced awkwardly and seemed very uncomfortable. She appeared more at ease with me.
I was thankful that the era of ballroom dancing was still in vogue at the time and I was able to put arms around the girl and dance slowly and close. When I touched her and after a couple of dances we pulled close it was electric. She smelled wonderful and seemed to blend into my arms in a perfect fit. We were even able to dance right away without too much awkwardness. I didn’t want the music to end and was grateful when another started. It seemed the more we danced the closer we got to each other until I could feel her breasts against my chest. We broke after the third dance and she looked up giving me a dreamy look and smile then pulled me by the hand to a gaggle of kids by the obligatory punch bowel.
It was then I became aware that we had attracted attention; whispers from little groups of girls and jealous looks from pimply faced boys. There had to be at least a dozen of those boys that wished Joan was their date. “Is this your college boy?” one girl asked. Joan nodded and introduced me all around to kids I would never remember and couldn’t wrest my attention from my date.
The event wound down concluding fairly early as high school events are planned to do, we left. Keeping my promise to her parents to be home at an appointed hour I drove Joan home. We sat for a few minutes in her drive way. “I had a wonderful time,” she offered.
“So did I,” I confirmed, “Thank you for asking me.” Then I heard myself ask, “Can I ask you out next time?”
“I’d like that,” she said, smiling broadly, “But I better get inside now.” I went around, opened the door and we walked up the steps to her front porch. She stepped to the side avoiding the porch light and turned to face me, expectantly. “Thank you again,” she said.
Summoning the courage and not knowing how she would react I moved my face to hers and kissed her gently on the lips. It was electric again and I felt her shiver in response just as I was. When we both opened our eyes again we there was just something different. She turned to the door and I left. I touched my fingers to my lips several times on the way home savoring the memory of hers. I lay awake for several hours relishing the girl’s touch.
Sunday afternoon I couldn’t wait longer and called her. She answered the phone and seemed pleased that I called. “I just wanted to say thanks again for asking me to the dance,” I said, “I haven’t been to one for a while and it was really fun. I had a good time.”
“I did too,” she responded quietly. I was almost reluctant given how many times I had been turned down but summoned the courage and suggested we might go to a movie since I was off next Friday. She quickly accepted and we decided on the one. We carefully avoided the drive-ins.
She was dressed in slacks and a thin knit sweater when I picked her up and as usual looked amazing. The thin sweater accented her not large but perfectly formed cones of breasts. They were perfect on her slight frame and matched well with the graceful curve of her hips. As I tried not to look away from driving or start when stopped, we traded small talk and she conceded that she was the focus of attention at school all week with the topic her “college guy” date. I laughed and said I understood. “The best looking girls always seemed to have older dates when I was in high school,” I offered. She smiled at my off handed compliment.
I took her hand as we left the car and we held hands through part of the movie. Slipping my arm around her at one point I resisted letting my hand drop over her prominently displayed breast. Felt her stiffen slightly and kept my demeanor not wanting to scare her with aggressiveness.
We stopped for malts after the movie and then I drove her home. We sat a little longer in the driveway talking but aware that her parents were still up. The subject of the dance came up and she said I was staring at her that night and I told her I knew I was and couldn’t help it. A light blush seemed to appear on her face before we decided she should go in. Stepping up on the front porch Joan took my hand and led me away from the porch light and windows. Turning toward me she stopped in the shadow and waited. I didn’t and circled my arms around her and kissed her much longer and more warmly than before. Her eyes were sparkling as she stepped back and went inside.
I began phoning her regularly and finding excuses for dates. We went to movies and played miniature golf. Once when I picked her up a gangly boy appeared, obviously her little brother, Greg, who I recalled was about fifteen. “Is this your new boyfriend,” he quizzed smugly.
“Get lost brat,” Joanie threatened. “This is my brother, Greg and she offered my name. He eyed me a second or two as we shook hands.
When we left I tactically remembered something I needed and satisfied my mother’s curiosity by stopping back by home and introducing Joan to my parents. She had been questioning my interest and to my chagrin as she met Joan announced, “Oh, yes, you’re Linda’s friend.” I could have gone without the reference.
Each time Joan and I went out we lingered a little longer, making out a little more. My classes let out then her school year ended and we celebrated by going to a drive-in. I had felt her firm breasts on my chest several times now and I was sure she must have felt the hardness in my pants. She still tensed when we touched but gradually less so, and I had refrained from making any moves that might be rejected or turn her off. At the drive-in my arm went around her shoulders and she cuddled down against me and my hand landed squarely on one firm breast. I held it there a second and rather than move my hand away, Joanie pressed my hand against her.
There was no tenseness now and by the time the movie and our making out ended I had slipped a hand in her shirt, loosened her thin cotton bra and navigated her perfectly cone-shaped breasts. When I took her home we hesitated in the shadows on her porch and I let my hand drift down to her firm butt and pulled her tightly against me making sure she felt the hardness that she had been causing. She gave me a knowing smile just before disappearing inside.
Not long after school was out for her for the summer, and I had only enrolled for one class, Joan asked me over to her house on a Saturday. I worked an early shift, stocking at the market, grabbed a quick shower and arrived at her house early in the afternoon. She met me at the door in jeans rolled up over her knees, ankle socks and an oversized white shirt with the tail out that could have been her dad’s at one time. “Hi,” she said, and stepped up hooking her arms around my neck and locking her lips to mine. I was instantly paranoid that her mom might see.
She sensed my concern and said, “No one’s home. Mom and dad went out of town and my little brother went with them; I’m all alone.” The look on her face was sending a message. I pulled her to me and we kissed deeply again. When we broke she pulled me over to a couch and we curled up on one end. Instead of TV or games with her family around we lounged on the couch and started making out.
She draped on leg over mine and her shirt was loose in the front and I could see her bra. “So what shall we do?” I quipped.
She grinned, “While you’re looking down my shirt can’t you think of something?” she said.
“There are some things I probably shouldn’t think about,” I said.
“Maybe you should,” she said coyly. “You might be surprised.”
There was a look in her eye that was pure mischief. When I bent to kiss her again I undid a button on her shirt allowing me a better look at the white cotton that covered her breasts. It was thin and lacy sexier than her traditional style and allowed her nipples to show. She could see where I was looking but smiled and didn’t protest or cover up. I recalled the lack of protest at the drive-in when I felt her up and as we started making out I slipped a hand inside her shirt and covered one firm tit. She swelled her chest up toward me and I slowly undid another button and then another until her shirt fell open. I covered a lacy cup with my hand feeling the warm flesh beneath it and then crossed over the gently squeeze the other. After a few seconds I slipped my hand around her rib cage. When she felt my hand go around her back she arched up allowing me access to the evil clasp. I successfully released it and the thin cups of her bra fell away. I pushed them up for my first real view of the most luscious looking tits I could have imagined.
My excitement soared. They were perfect cones and rode high and firm on her slim chest with no sag. They were not big, maybe a “B” but perfect for her stature. Her nipples were pointed and puffy and inviting my tongue. “Oh my God, Joan, they’re beautiful,” I heard myself say.
“They’re not very big,” she breathed.
“They’re perfect,” I responded and bent my head, touching a nipple with my tongue. I sensed an intake of breath as I covered first one then the other with my lips. I licked and suckled for several minutes then sat up and slipped the shirt off of Joan’s shoulders. She pushed the bra up and off leaving her bare from the waist up. She let me look a few seconds then reached for the top button on my shirt and between us we got it open and off. I maneuvered us on the couch leaning Joan back and moving over on top of her so our bare chests could touch. I kissed her mouth, her throat and then her collar bones relishing the touch of her breasts on my chest.
After sucking her nipples again I moved up slipping between her legs. My steel hard dick was now pressed against her thigh. “Do you know what you do to me?” I asked, moving my pelvis so she could feel my hardness.
“I think so,” she whispered and slowly snaked her hand down between us until her fingers found my jean covered shaft and rested squarely on it. “So what are you going to do about it,” she whispered again. I looked into her eyes and could perceive an invitation.
“There’s only one thing to do,” I said and reached down myself finding the snap on her jeans. I moved my hips enough to get her snap undone and started down with the zipper. When the fly was open enough I slipped my hand inside until the fingers rested on her warm mound. I could feel the coarseness of a thin layer of pubes and the cleft below and sensed some moisture under the fabric. I gripped the sides of the denim with my fingers and started to pull down.
“Wait, let’s go up to my room,” Joan breathed. I stood up; she took my hand leaving her jeans open at the fly and led me upstairs. Her typical girl’s room was at the end of the hall and we cleared the door she turned and kissed me quickly and reached for the snap on my jeans and pulled the zipper down. I went for hers spreading the fly on and peeling them over her hips letting them drop. She hesitated a second letting me look at the lacy panties that matched the now discarded bra and reached again for my fly. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my jeans to the floor watching Joan’s eyes zoom in on the tent-like bulge in my snug white jockeys.
She turned pulling down the quilt and covers on the full size bed, sat on the edge then rolled back and pulled me in after her. Crawling on top I kissed her hard on the lips and cradled my steel hard dick against her panty covered mound. I felt her stiffen at the touch for just a second then as she relaxed I pressed it against her and she pressed back. Without any more hesitation I rose up and she arched her hips as I tugged her panties to her knees then off, then she watched while I did the same with mine.
She stared at my pulsing hard on for a few seconds and chewed her lower lip as if considering its size. I had no idea if she had ever seen one or knew what to expect. Then she glanced up and let her legs part giving me a good look at the object of my desire. There was a fine dusting of auburn hairs that didn’t quite conceal the thin lips of her seventeen year old pussy. Her crevice appeared to be parted slightly resembling a key hole and a little bump of skin was showing at the top. As I moved between her knees she let them spread a little wider as she welcomed my now naked shaft to press against her pubes and crevice.
My temperature was rising fast. I slipped a hand between us and parted her lower lips with a finger rubbing the little eraser-like bump and bringing a gasp from Joan. Then I slipped a finger into a warm hole that felt wet and ready. I followed it with another and feeling no barrier or resistance started to move up aiming my lance at the target. “Are you sure you want this?” I asked.
Joan nodded rapidly, “Please,” she said quietly and reached down for my unit, trembling with what I hoped was anticipation rather than fear. She curled her fingers around my shaft as I touched the tip to her crevice and collected moisture. She pulled her hand away and just as I began pressing in I realized there was nothing on my dick. I had not expected this and had left my house without retrieving any rubbers from my stash. It was too late; I couldn’t stop and slowly pushed in. I stopped with just the crown imbedded and savored the sensation. It was so wonderfully tight and smooth and wet and ready. I realized there was no barrier to resist me but still felt a ring of tightness. So I pressed slowly and steadily in watching Joan’s face welcome the intrusion until I felt fully imbedded. Joan gasped her approval as I marveled at the sensation of her slim frame accepting all of my length.
I pulled back just a little and moved in again. Her tightness gripped me like a glove but she felt slick and ready to accept the motion with no complaint. I couldn’t hold back and began a slow deliberate motion willing myself to last. This was a joining, a melding, and a blending of souls with another person. We were becoming infused as one. A flash of fear and responsibility crossed my heated mind and with my face next to hers I whispered, “I’m not wearing anything; I’ll have to pull out.” “It’s OK, keep going,” she breathed.
I’m not sure if I could have stopped when I reached the point of orgasm, but I was glad she had given me permission to continue. Even if it meant my seed would find fertile targets I probably couldn’t have stopped and now I didn’t consider it. I plunged harder into Joan’s delicious tightness instinctively wanting to mate. She matched my every move with her own and as I felt my level rise I pulled from her lips and said, “Are you ready?” she nodded, her eyes closed with moisture on her head and face. In far less time that it takes to tell it my body swelled from balls through my loins and I said, “Here goes,” and pumped copious amounts of semen into her womb. Joan gasped and her body shuddered moments after mine. I locked my lips to hers and kept plunging wanting the feeling to never stop.
Finally I slowed holding my weight off of my petite lover. Her eyes were closed and she had a satisfied look. I felt something really different as I looked into her angelic face. Her eyes came open gradually and we both smiled. “That was amazing,” I said quietly, “You are amazing.” She smiled back up at me.
“I didn’t dream it could be that good,” she responded quietly.
“I didn’t want to quit,” I said.
“So why did you?” she asked with a grin.
“A guy needs a little time to recover,” I said.
“Oh,” she said. I might have recovered still in place but I felt we might be leaking so I suggested some tissue and let myself slip slowly out. Joan grabbed some tissue from the table next to the bed and quickly pressed some between her legs as I wrapped a couple around my semi soft shaft. “I’ll be right back,” she said, slipping over the side of the bed holding the tissue against the copious amounts of come I had deposited in her. I watched as she cleared the door toward the bathroom admiring the view.
There was small little spot on the bed which I quickly wiped off after gleaning the stickiness from my shaft before it could became crusty. I lay back letting my dick rest against my thigh. It started to stiffen once again when I viewed Joan come back in the room. Her naked body was a picture of perfection and I stared as she crawled back up on the bed and lay back next to me. I continued looking at her nakedness.
“What?” she said, looking at me.
“You are so beautiful,” I heard myself say.
“I’ll bet you say that to all the naked girls,” she poked at my ribs.
I rolled sideways a little and kissed her. “Are you sure it was OK, I mean, I didn’t bring anything…”
“I’ve been watching the calendar and today was my safest day.”
“So you planned it, huh?” I said, letting my hand drift over her chest.
She nodded, “I’ve been wanting to for a long time.”
“I don’t get it,” I said, “I didn’t think you even liked me; you kept turning me down when I asked you out.”
“I had to,” she said, resolve in her voice. “Linda had such a crush on you, and she was my best friend. She was bummed when you started asking me out and if I had gone out with you she would have been devastated. I couldn’t do it to her.”
“But you wanted to go out with me?”
“Oh, yes, you have no idea.” She looked up at me. “So now Linda has a boyfriend in California, and can you believe it? She suggested I ask you to the dance.”
“I’m glad she did,” I said and rolled closer gently touching Joan’s lips with mine and moving my hand over her nakedness. My maleness was lying on my thigh and began to swell again. When my hand slid down toward Joan’s treasure I felt her breathing change again. As I approached her mound and the light dusting of curls she said sort of reluctantly.
“I guess you know, I mean, well it wasn’t my first time.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, “It was our first time.”
As she felt my fingers start to toy with the tiny bump at the top of her crevice she said, “When I heard about you and Linda, you know that night before she left, I was so jealous I couldn’t stand it.”
“She told you?”
“Yes,” she nodded, letting her legs part for my hand. “I was so bummed and I guess envious that she did it with you when well, I really wanted to, that I just got horny and did it the first chance I had and, well, with someone I probably shouldn’t have.” I had no intentions of asking who but a quick vision of Joan’s little brother flashed into my mind. “And it wasn’t at all like this,” she added, and turned pressing against me.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, running my hand down her front again and slipping a finger into her moisture again before continuing my gentle massage of her small hard clit. She got quiet and her breathing changed again.
“That feels so good,” she cooed, spreading he legs wider. “And this felt good,” she said and took hold of my hardened penis. She moved her hand clumsily on the shaft while I stoked her massaged her clit. I felt her body begin to tremble slightly and she tugged on my dick pulling it toward her. I followed it scooting up between her legs and aiming at the target once again.
New moisture mixed with old in her love tunnel and the remnants of my first come as I slid back in. I paced myself this time and having already come once I was able to sustain a slow and steady pace. The warm wet tightness gripped all of me from the crown to the base of my shaft as pushed all the way in and back out most of the way. Joan’s hands were all over me gently tugging on my naked butt and I alternated kissing her lips and neck. I tried to remember all the things I had read in Playboy about pleasing your partner. I desperately wanted to do that. I was able to work my shaft clear to her pubis and rose up enough that I rubbed her clit.
I started a slow and steady rhythm then sped up bringing us to the brink before slowing down to prolong the experience. All of a sudden Joan gasped and started humping upward to meet me and I felt her body shudder and clench around my dick as if milking it. I held off and slowed until she relaxed then I started moving again. Joan groaned her approval. “OK?” I whispered.
“Again,” She nodded, “And you.” I turned loose humping faster and harder again, feeling my eruption approach. Joan’s legs came around mine and she gasped, “Ah, ah, ah,” just as my loins exploded for the second time.
She might have gotten off two or three times, I wasn’t certain. But I was sure I had just made love more completely with the most amazing girl I could have imagined. When we wound down I rolled off of her and as our glistening bodies cooled we both dozed.
When we roused about a half hour later Joanie retreated to the bathroom for a few minutes returning with a damp cloth and towel. She decided she would wipe the crustiness from my body and the cold spot on the sheet before covering it with a towel. She quipped about my “limp noodle” as she washed it but I think she was exploring the male apparatus for the first time taking time moving it around and delicately fondling my balls. We cuddled for quite a while making idle conversation and caressing each other’s nakedness. At one point Joan got pensive and said, “Was it as good as with Linda?”
I turned and gave her scowl. “It was good with Linda,” I didn’t lie to her. “We were both rookies and wanted it; we’d been friends for a long time and people kept trying to push us together. So I guess it was OK for us to do it when we did. But it wasn’t like this, with you, not even close.”
“Your mean she was your first, too?” I nodded, disregarding the token attempt with my young charge Stephanie.
“I guess I was a late bloomer.” Joan seemed to accept that.
“What about all the others since,” she said, almost jokingly.
“What others,” I parried, “Mostly I work and go to school.”
“Oh come on,” she said, “You’re more experienced than that, you’re a great lover. There must have been with a lot of girls.”
“Only a couple, things that just sort of happened and, like I said, it was nothing like this.” I looked over at her and let my hand rest inside her thigh as she brushed her fingers over my middle.
“So are you going to tell me about your first time,” I asked, “Since you know about mine,” tracing around a pointed nipple with my finger.
“No,” she said flatly. “It’s too; well, embarrassing, I mean how it happened and all. I was just bummed and horny and well, like you said, it was nothing like this.” She reached over and began gently stroking my now half swollen penis. “There were a couple of times guys tried to. One of my little brother’s friends even came into my room one night when he was staying over. He was naked and sticking out and seemed to think he was going to do it but I told him to forget it.
“What was he, thirteen?” I asked she nodded with a smirk. Logic told me that if a friend assumed he could have sex with a friend’s sister that the brother probably already had. I learned much later that before sending him away Joan had jerked the boy off to a quick conclusion before rebuffing his advance to anything more.
“I was sort of scared the first time or two we went out,” Joan continued as she kept playing with my package. “I knew you’d done it with Linda and I was afraid you would want to do it with me and I wasn’t sure. Then I was afraid you didn’t want to and I knew I did but I was scared. I didn’t want to get pregnant but I didn’t want to use anything our first time. So then I started checking and watching the calendar.”
“And you decided today was OK.”
She nodded stroking my now hard member more quickly as my finger had found her moist clit. “And my folks cooperated by leaving town,” she added and climbed over on top of me. “I’ve seen pictures of it this way,” she breathed and gripped my phallus, held it up and steady as she slipped her moist tunnel over the end and settled down on me. She ground her hips almost painfully pressing her clit on my pubic bone. All I really knew about making real love I had learned reading the Playboy Forum. But what we did at that point was instinctive among lovers intent on maximizing our own and each other’s pleasure. We kept it up several more times with intervals in between until we were both sore and spent. Much of the time we were just quietly lying naked enjoying the closeness of our bodies and relishing the joining we experienced. We mutually recognized that we would want to do it again but also conceded that we should use protection from this point. Despite her urging to stay the night, I reminded her than my parents knew where I was and slipped out after midnight. I could excuse the lateness to a watching a movie and leave out that she was alone.
The following week I had a longer work schedule and a class two days. I made a daily call having a tough time concentrating on anything but Joan’s luscious body. We managed to get out for burgers and malts at lunch made a date for the following Saturday. This time I was prepared with several foil packets in my pocket not knowing for sure if I would get the opportunity to use them.
Joan was wearing a thin knit top and a pleated skirt and had scarcely gotten in the car when she said, “Do you really want to go to the movie?” Her look spoke volumes.
“No,” I said, “I really had something else in mind.”
“Can we go somewhere?” I knew the place and by the time we reached the deserted road dusk had settled to dark. I put my arm around her and pulled her to me in a soft kiss. We touched lips and traded tongues for several minutes. I pressed my hand under her top and bra then moved it down to her bare knee and under the skirt. She looked at up at me with a hungry look and we retreated quickly to the back seat.
I was once again thankful for a roomy four-door and lay her back on the seat. I pushed her skirt up to her waist admiring her smooth legs in the dim light. She was as anxious as I was and without any more ceremony I pulled off her panties and dropped my jeans to my knees. I pulled a packet from my pocket, tore it open and rolled a rubber over my dick. She watched with interest then her eyes traveled to mine as I moved over her and between her legs. Locating the hole with a finger I aimed at the target pressed the lubricated cylinder into her willing abyss.
As I pressed firmly in one straight motion, Joan’s legs went around mine and she groaned an approval. Despite my raging horniness the sensation dimming latex helped me last longer than I might have. I moved in and out slowly holding out as long as I could, holding myself above Joan at arm’s length. Her hands were around my neck and we studied each other’s faces in the near darkness. I was concentrating trying to delay getting off until Joanie did. But the rush hit me quickly and I fired several salvos of come into the latex reservoir. Wishing myself to stay hard so I wouldn’t slip out I kept going until Joan’s eyes closed and I felt her shudder,
Recalling all the instructions I gripped the base of the rubber and carefully slipped out before getting soft and slipping. I pulled it off tossed it out the window and wiped my unit with my handkerchief. We relaxed for a while and Joan commented that it felt a little different with the latex between us but liked the fact that it helped us last longer. We conceded it was necessary from now on.
A couple of weeks later Joan called for me at the market and asked me to meet her for a coke. When I did she had a concerned look. “I’m late,” she said. I wasn’t quite sure what she meant until she repeated. “My period, I’m late.”
“Umm, I thought it was OK then,” I said quietly.
“I thought so, too,” she said. “Now I don’t know.” I quickly took her hands.
Covering the flutter of fear in my own middle I said, “Don’t worry, wait a few days and we’ll see what happens.” Then I looked at her eyes. “It might just speed things up for us.” After a small look of surprised relief passed over her face when she realized what I meant.
All that night and the next and for the accompanying two days I searched my soul. If she was pregnant we’d have to get married. It would be embarrassing; our families would be upset. She’d have to leave school like a few girls we had known. We’d have to find a place to live and I’d have to work more hours and use my savings. Then when I imagined the scenario I realized it didn’t seem so bad. We would be together all the time, every night. We’d have a baby and be a family. And I finally decided that maybe I didn’t care if she was pregnant and I finally figured out the reason…I was totally and hopelessly in love with the girl.
It was a false alarm. Two days later Joanie called me at work; she had started, it was OK. Needless to say it was a relief, but a small little part of me was disappointed. We went out for pizza a couple of nights later and she apologized for scaring me. But it had made me think and admit to myself how I felt about her. I think she sensed it, too. We didn’t talk much about it but we pledged to be extra careful in the future.
Classes ended for the summer and school let out for Joan. We were together a lot over the next few weeks, often with friends of hers or our families. I went to a church picnic with her and services a few times. Both our families were moderate Protestants so it was comfortable. When we had the chance to be alone a few times we would have sex. We seemed to be able to sense the other’s horniness. But it wasn’t the reason we were together.
On a hot weekday afternoon in August we decided to go for a drive in the mountains. I followed a familiar route and we parked below the area where I had camped including the time with the two boys. It seemed like a long time ago but had been only a year. We started hiking and the trail led to the old miner’s cabin. I was reluctant to go in with Joan recalling all of the graffiti. But she went on in and quickly started reading and laughed at the scrawl over the walls. “Oh my God,” she mused, “This is some kind of a sex den. Do you think people really did all this stuff?” I didn’t even look for the scrawl that recorded the small adventure with the two boys nor would I admit it.
“Yeah, probably,” I nodded.
“Is that why you brought me here?” she said turning toward me.
“Umm, no, not really,” I said, “But then there are some good ideas here, and we might get inspired.” I quipped.
“Hmm, you think so?” she said coyly and turned to read some of the testimonials. I stepped up behind her and put my hands around her. She was wearing a crop top with no bra against the heat, and a pair of snug short shorts. My hands found her lush firm tits and I was met with no protest. As she reported on the activities that were described I loosened her top and gently massaged her tits. Then I dropped my hand and undid the snap on her shorts slipping my fingers down the front of her panties. “Oh, my God, look at this,” Joan announced. She leaned over pointing to a series of stick drawings. The crudeness of the artwork was supplemented by scratched comments and clearly depicted oral sex. A boy was illustrated with a long dick and his head between a girl’s legs and next to it was a picture of a girl sucking an oversized dick. “Do people really do that,” Joan asked.
“Oh, yeah,” I said, as I tugged on her shorts letting them drop to her ankles, “And lots more.” As she leaned on a box like structure studying the erotic testimonials on the weathered walls, I eyed Joan’s firm cheeks in the snug panties and felt my dick spring to life in my own shorts. It had been a couple of weeks since we had done anything. I moved closer up behind her, and slipped her panties down and reached for my own shorts.
“What are you doing?” she sort of whispered.
“You know what I’m doing,” I said.
“What if somebody comes?” she asked.
“Somebody’s going to,” I said, and dropped my shorts and underwear holding on to a cellophane packet from my pocket. I quickly rolled the latex on and bent my knees pointing my lance toward the bottom of her crack.
I had to slide around a little and bend Joan forward and spread her legs a little more before locating the target and pressing in. When I felt the warmness cover almost my entire shaft I gripped Joan’s naked hips and began plunging in and out. Male juices were crowding my reservoir having not been released for several days and my passion mounted quickly. I fucked Joan with urgency, letting my body slap gently against her flesh until all hope of control vanished and I blasted salvos of come into the latex.
A flash of embarrassment went over me when I realized I had just fucked Joan for my own release without bringing her off. Noting the graffiti she had been reading I pulled out, tossed the spent rubber into a corner and turned Joan around laying her back on the old box. The thin veil of hairs did little to cover Joan’s inviting sex and her interest in the graffiti inspired me. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and almost dove to the apex of her body clamping my mouth over her nether lips.
“Oh, what are you…are you…I didn’t know you were…” her protestations quickly subsided and her hands went to my head as I probed her slit with my tongue. She gasped loudly as I flicked her small hard clit and sucked it between my lips.
“Oh, mmm, oh,” she breathed, “This is so nasty.”
“Do you want me to quit?” I asked.
“No,” she said and pulled my head back to her crotch. After slipping a finger into her wetness and sucking the small eraser-like clit for a few minutes, I was glad we were in a secluded area. Joan went off making far more noise than normal.
I rose up hoping she would repay the favor but she was too horny and begged me to cover my member and fill her with it again. Grabbing my shorts, I retrieved another rubber, and as I rolled it on, Joan was waiting her legs spread widely her sex open and inviting. We fucked hard and fast. She was so tight I always had to guard against the latex slipping off. She went off again quickly and then I did. It was the best sex we had enjoyed since the first time in her bedroom.
The super market where I worked was a small family-owned chain and growing. I was summoned to the company offices adjacent to one of the stores to meet with the operations vice president, a family member. I wondered if I was in trouble. It was quickly obvious that he had something in mind, putting me at ease and starting to ask questions. He asked about school, my major study, and how long I still had to finish my degree. Then he asked about the draft, where I was in relation to the war in Southeast Asia.
I explained I had a high draft number, would probably be OK unless the war dragged on, and then explained how my dad had advised me. He had been a Marine in the last war and despite his commitment to the country disliked the war in Viet Nam, didn’t believe it was something we could win. When I suggested I might join ROTC to get tuition help my dad discouraged it and suggested if the draft came close that I join the National Guard. He reminded me that the small trust fund my Grandparents provided would cover the rest of my tuition and that my job had preserved most of that. My interviewer nodded and said he agreed with my dad completely.
Then he asked me how I liked my job and if I had considered a career in the food business. After a brief discussion I left his office with a promotion to shift manager and my school tuition paid through graduation in return for a two year commitment to take a position as a merchandiser. I was ecstatic and realized as I got home and grabbed the phone that I was about to call Joan even before telling my parents. Mom and dad hosted dinner out in celebration and, of course, I included Joan. My mother eyed us with concern at first but before dinner had finished she was beaming at the girl much as I was.
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