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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 02
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, teen, oral, first, safe
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWO

I closed the door behind us and Amy looked at me expectantly. I 
didn't show her the rubbers that Scott had given me, mostly 
because I really didn't want her to think that I was putting 
pressure on her. I was pretty sure that she wanted to have sex 
with me, but I definitely remembered the lesson Susan had taught 
me, in the wake of the Stacy blow-up, about not taking people for 
granted, or treating them like objects.

Amy seemed nervous and unsure of what to do next, so I stepped 
close to her, dipped my fingers under the top edge of the towel, 
and pulled her towards me. She came willingly and grinned when my 
growing member pressed against her stomach.

I kissed her lightly and reached down to take her overnight bag 
from her suddenly slack fingers. I set it on the dresser and 
neatly hid my palmed rubbers behind a small lamp. When I turned 
back to her, she smiled shyly at me. I kissed her again, deeper 
this time, and pulled the wrap-around towel loose. She shivered 
when it dropped to the floor, and buried her face in my chest.

I began to worry that she might not be ready, until I felt her 
kissing the skin of my chest. At the soft touch, my cock 
stiffened completely and pressed against her abdomen. She giggled 
softly and continued trailing sweet kisses around my nipples.

I hugged her to me and could feel her trembling nervously, so I 
ran my hand down her back and tried to soothe her. I could tell 
that she was still apprehensive, however, so I decided to slow 
down a little.

"Amy?" I asked softly.

She looked up at me timidly.

"Did you bring a hair brush? Or a comb?"

She was clearly perplexed, but nodded.

"Get it for me."

While she dug in her overnight bag, I turned on two of the 
smaller lamps and turned off the harsh overhead light. She turned 
to me, holding both a brush and a large-toothed comb, and I 
walked towards her. I took them from her on the way by, and then 
crawled into the center of the bed.

"C'mere," I said gently, patting the spot between my spread legs. 
I was still very erect, and she stared at my hard-on with a 
mixture of apprehension and desire. "I'll comb out your hair for 
you."

She relaxed at that, and hesitantly crawled onto the bed. In 
motion, her lissome body was delicious to watch, and in reality, 
I couldn't wait to feel her moving against me as I thrust into 
her. It was clear, however, that she needed to take things a 
little slower. I guess the alcohol from earlier was wearing off a 
little, and once we weren't being spurred on by watching Scott 
and Shannon, she started to get nervous.

When she reached me, I turned her around and sat her between my 
legs, facing away from me. I pulled my erection out of the way, 
and when she settled, I let it press against the small of her 
back. She flinched at the touch, but seemed to relax when I did 
nothing else. I pulled the towel from her hair and set it beside 
me.

"Just use the comb," she said. "The brush is for when it's dry."

"Okay."

With even, gentle strokes, I started combing out her hair. It 
started out warm, from the heat of her head, but as I started to 
comb it, it quickly turned cold, chilling my fingers. Even damp, 
though, it was beautiful. I could tell that she took good care of 
it. Soon enough, she relaxed a little and closed her eyes to 
enjoy the sensations.

I'd watched my sister Erin comb her hair enough to know that I 
should start at the bottom and work my way up. So I began at the 
end of Amy's hair, gently combing out the few snags and snarls. I 
took my time, working my way up her golden tresses, feeling her 
relax with each stroke. Her hair slowly dried as I tended it, and 
by the time I was done, it was still slightly damp, but shiny and 
tangle-free. Amy was thoroughly relaxed as well, and had even 
scooted back a little, so my dick pressed against her a little 
harder.

I set the comb down and ran my hands up her arms, feeling goose 
bumps form under my touch. She shivered a little when I gathered 
her hair and draped it over her left shoulder. When I bent down 
and kissed the base of her neck, she sighed and leaned against 
me. As I kissed up the soft skin of her neck, warming it with my 
breath, I ran my hands up and down her arms lightly. She 
responded eagerly, and I could hear her breathing becoming a 
little more rapid.

I reached around with my left hand, and she tensed up for a 
moment, but then relaxed when I put my fingers on her chin. 
Without removing my lips from her neck, I tilted her head back 
and kissed along the line of her jaw. She gasped at the 
tenderness of my touch, and then moaned softly, deep in her 
throat.

I kissed down her throat and moved my hands around to the sides 
of her breasts. She didn't protest, so I ran my palms over them, 
teasing her nipples with soft caresses. She whimpered at the 
sensation, and I slowly closed my hands over her firm breasts. 
Her whimpers turned into low moans when I began rolling her 
nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

"Oh, Paul," she breathed. "That feels so good."

"Mmm hmm. I know."

"You know just how to touch me. God, I never thought it would be 
like this."

"Good," I said, and kissed her lightly behind the ear.

I kept my left hand on her breast, teasing and gently pulling the 
nipple, while I let my right hand slowly slide down her flat 
stomach. My fingers encountered the sparse golden tuft of her 
pubic hair and she moaned, louder this time. I dipped one finger 
down and ran it along her slit. She gasped at the touch, but I 
found her already very wet.

Still kissing her neck and earlobe, I gently parted her labia and 
ran my finger over her inner lips, feeling her moisture and heat. 
When she didn't resist, I slid my finger into her to moisten it, 
and then pulled it up and over the hidden bud of her clit. She 
shuddered against me and arched her back.

"Are you going to... you know?" she asked, her voice nearly a 
whisper.

"Mmmmm, not yet, kitten. I want to taste you first."

She was silent for a moment, so I shifted to the side and began 
to lay her back on the bed. I lay next to her and kissed her 
lips, probing gently with my tongue. She twined her fingers 
through my hair and held me in place. All the while, I kept 
rubbing her pussy gently, moving my hand in small circles. She 
whimpered into my mouth as my fingers probed the base of her 
clit, and I smiled to myself.

I kissed down the length of her throat again, and over the top of 
her flushed chest. I sucked on first one, and then the other 
nipple. Amy kept her hands on my head, resting them there rather 
than guiding my motions. When I began to kiss down her taut 
belly, she tried to stop me.

"Paul?"

"I want to taste you," I said quietly.

"Down there?"

"Mmm hmm."

She gasped and quickly covered my hand, the one on her pussy, 
with her own. "You can't."

Her voice held no conviction, however, so I lifted my head and 
looked at her. Her eyes were wide with trepidation at the thought 
of me licking between her legs. I pulled my hand from her pussy 
and she seemed to relax. I kissed her gently and swung one leg 
between hers. She tensed, but offered only token resistance as I 
spread her legs with my own.

"Trust me," I said softly, as I broke our kiss.
 
I moved down her body, kissing and licking as I went, and soon 
settled between her legs. Her hand still cupped her sex 
protectively, but I gently removed it and was rewarded with my 
first close-up look at her pussy.

"You're beautiful," I said quietly.

And she was.

She had a small tuft of blonde hair on her mons, but her lips 
were nearly bare, covered with a downy fuzz so fine that it was 
almost invisible. Her outer labia were puffy with her arousal, 
and beginning to turn pink. Like everything else about her, her 
pussy was small, but beautifully shaped. Her inner lips just 
barely peeked out at me, and I could feel her squirming slightly 
as I looked at her in silence.

"Just relax," I said.

She twitched when I leaned forward and kissed her labia, but 
offered no resistance. I put my hands on her inner thighs and 
spread her legs a bit more, scooting forward as I did. She 
shuddered when I probed her lips with my tongue, but I could tell 
she was still very nervous.

"I love how you don't have much hair," I said softly.

Out of my peripheral vision, I saw her hand snaking down her 
tummy, as if to push me away. It hovered above her sex, but 
didn't venture further. I could almost feel the indecision and 
anxiety within her.

I leaned forward again and ran my tongue up the length of her 
moist slit. She shuddered, her anxiety fading quickly as it was 
replaced by growing lust. I nuzzled her pussy, the peach fuzz of 
her labia tickling my lips until I pressed harder. She gasped 
when I did, so I used my tongue to delve deeper.

Her clit wasn't hard yet, so I moved my mouth up and concentrated 
on it, moving the flesh of her hood over the still-hidden button. 
I felt the pearl of nerves harden under my attention, and her 
legs began to quiver with pent-up desire. Finally, I decided to 
stop teasing her, and flicked my tongue between her inner lips 
and then against the bump of her clit. She hissed and her entire 
body tensed. I smiled to myself and began licking her pussy in 
earnest.

I moved one hand over her labia and gently spread them with two 
fingers, revealing her delicate inner folds, just flushing with 
blood and beginning to swell with arousal. Her scent was clean 
and fresh; delicate, yet full of womanly promise. The aroma 
thickened as her arousal grew, and I urged it onward with gentle 
nudges of my lips and tongue.

Amy gasped again as I circled her clit with my lips and gently 
sucked the folds of the protective hood into my mouth. When I 
released my soft lip-lock, I licked between her inner and outer 
labia, causing her to shudder again. She began to gyrate her hips 
as I smoothly insinuated my index finger into her narrow channel. 
I felt for the opening of her pussy and probed it with my 
fingertip. She squeaked, and still smiling to myself, I licked 
along the length of her clitoral hood.

Her pussy was tight, but very hot, and already quite wet. I 
gradually shoved my finger inside her, marveling at the 
tightness. When I was up to the second knuckle, she hissed and 
tried to press her pussy up into my face. I locked my lips 
against her clit again and gently swirled my tongue around the 
sensitive button.

Once I had my finger all the way inside her, I left it there for 
a moment and concentrated on licking and sucking her inner labia. 
She went wild as I did, trying to hump her pussy against my 
probing, teasing lips. I began alternating licks and long sucks 
with flicking my tongue against her clit. I wanted to build her 
up slowly, so I concentrated on the folds and membranes 
surrounding her clit.

A short time later, she was bucking her hips against my face, her 
hands resting on top of my head, weakly trying to shove my face 
against her quivering pussy. When I began moving my finger back 
and forth, she locked her legs around my head and arched her 
back. I could feel her vaginal muscles beginning to contract 
around my finger, so I sped up the pace of my licking.

Her channel was slippery with her juices, and my finger slid 
easily in and out of her. She was still very, _very_ tight, but I 
could feel her loosening as my finger gently thrust within her. 
Surprisingly, the more aroused she got, the quieter she got. When 
I had first started licking her beautiful blonde-fringed pussy, 
she had gasped and whimpered with each touch. As I began pressing 
against her and felt her arousal building towards orgasm, she 
made less and less noise.

I stopped thinking about how quiet Amy was when I sucked her clit 
hard and she clamped her legs around my ears, holding me in 
place. I knew she was close, I could feel the spasms in her 
pussy, and the gyrations in her hips had begun to seriously work 
my neck muscles.

I concentrated on the folds surrounding her clit, not stimulating 
it directly, and felt a rush of moisture around my finger. I 
realized that her clit had disappeared beneath its hood and I 
concentrated on bringing her off. Her orgasm began slowly, her 
muscles clenching against my finger as her belly rippled above 
me. The intensity of the spasms built steadily until she clamped 
her smooth thighs tight against my ears and arched her back.

My finger was gripped by a smooth, slippery vise when her climax 
crashed over her. She never made a sound as her hips slammed into 
my face. I don't even think she was breathing. Her pussy got 
hotter, wetter, and tighter at the peak of her orgasm, and I 
smiled to myself. I guess I'd sort of been showing off for her, 
and I was pleased to be rewarded for my efforts.

When her orgasm finally subsided, I felt her start to breathe 
again. Actually, she was panting almost noiselessly. Her belly 
rippled with involuntary contractions as my finger dragged over 
the ridges of her inner walls. Her legs fell to the side limply 
and I gently pulled my finger from within her twitching pussy. I 
kissed her mons tenderly and warmed her with my breath.

She was still shuddering with aftershocks when I kissed my way up 
her body. Her small chest was heaving as her breathing slowly 
returned to normal, and she was flushed from the tips of her 
nipples all the way to the tops of her cheeks. Her eyes were 
closed, her eyelids a dusty rose color, and I kissed them both 
gently. They fluttered under my caresses, but did not open.

My erection probed against the inside of her thigh as I supported 
myself over her. Her skin was like satin, and my penis swelled at 
the touch. When she opened her eyes, it took her a moment to 
focus on my face. I grinned when she did, and she reached up to 
press her hand against my cheek, smiling at me in wonder.

"_Now_ do you see why I like doing that?" I asked.

Her mouth worked, but no words came out, and I smiled 
affectionately at her. Finally, she closed her mouth and nodded, 
still breathing heavily through her nose.

"Make love to me," she said after a few moments. She said it so 
softly that if I hadn't seen her lips move, I might not have 
heard her.

I kissed her full on the lips. She recoiled at first, tasting her 
juices, but quickly lost herself in the moment as the kiss 
heated. I wished I'd had the foresight to stash the rubbers a 
little closer to the bed, and cursed myself silently. Next time, 
I'd remember.

"Just a minute, kitten," I said, kissing her again.

She licked her lips and nodded as I levered myself up and moved 
to the side of the bed. I retrieved both foil packets and set 
them on the nightstand. My erection bobbed before me as I turned 
off the light on the dresser and moved back to the bed, and Amy. 
Her eyes were riveted to my hard-on as I moved.

I palmed one of the rubber packets and crawled onto the bed next 
to her. She smiled at me as I traced my finger down her chest, 
between her breasts, towards her sex. When my fingers brushed 
through her light pubic bush, she closed her eyes tightly and 
gasped. I cupped her mons and pressed my middle finger against 
her slit. She was still very wet, and my finger easily slipped 
between the folds of her labia.

I stroked her for a moment or two, and then trailed my hand back 
up her trim belly. I cupped her breast and kissed her gently. As 
the kiss heated up, I began to roll her pointed nipple between my 
thumb and forefinger, causing her to moan into my mouth. When I 
pulled back slightly, she was smiling dreamily and her breathing 
had sped up.

I kissed her again, lightly, and she moaned. Then I lifted myself 
off her and she smiled at me as I opened the rubber as discretely 
as I could. I'd never had much experience with the things, and it 
took me a moment to figure out how to put it on. I vaguely 
remembered the Sex Ed film from Health Class, and squeezed the 
tip as I rolled the sheath over my cock. When I finally had 
things all set, I put my hand on her hip and leaned in to kiss 
her again.

"Oh, Paul," she breathed when I pulled back. "I want you so bad."

"Mmmmm, and I want you."

I moved to kneel between her legs, spreading them with my own, 
and looked down at her. Golden hair fanned out around her head 
like a halo, she looked like an elfin angel. Her eyes were wide, 
and she trembled a little as she looked at me, but smiled shyly 
when I rubbed the encased head of my cock against her opening.

"Paul?"

"Yes?"

"Be gentle."

Be gentle? Was she...? Oh, no. I looked at her and our eyes locked, 
and I _knew_.

"It's my first time," she said softly. "I wanted you to be the 
one."

Part of me screamed that I couldn't do this, that I would forever 
be etched in her mind as The One. If I took her virginity, I 
would either hold a special place in her heart, or be the man who 
hurt her badly. Part of me was beyond caring. It was almost too 
much to bear, and my thoughts whirled at a thousand miles an 
hour. The two halves of my conscience warred back and forth: do 
it, don't do it, do it, don't do it.

"I want it to be you more than I've wanted anything in the whole 
wide world," she said, blue eyes large and earnest.

At her look, I knew what I had to do. She was so lovely, so 
innocent, and so angelic that I couldn't take that away from her.

"Please," she asked, her voice that of a supplicant.

When she smiled up at me, my resolve crumbled, and I nodded. She 
closed her eyes and ran her hands up my arms to my shoulders. I 
pressed against the opening of her pussy and felt a slight 
resistance. I looked down to make sure I was situated between her 
lips, and moved forward slowly.

She gasped as my glans began to spread her open. I moved my hips 
forward and my cock stopped moving, bending slightly under the 
pressure of my advance. I looked down between us and made sure, 
again, that I was positioned at her pussy opening. When I saw 
that I was, I pressed forward and felt my cock advance maybe an 
eighth of an inch.

Amy squeaked and I looked at her in concern. Her breathing was 
shallow and rapid, and her entire face and chest were flushed 
with desire and exertion. She opened her eyes, licked her lips, 
and looked at me with an apprehensive expression.

"Kitten, I..."

"Don't stop," she begged me. "Please."

She smiled wanly, and I eased forward again. When my erection 
still didn't move, I pressed a little harder. I didn't want to 
hurt her, but I wanted to be inside her. I didn't feel a thing, 
but Amy cried out softly, and my crown was suddenly inside her. I 
arrested my forward motion and looked at her. Her eyes were 
clamped shut, and two tears rolled down the sides of her face. 
Her eyelids fluttered and she looked at me with moist, scared 
eyes. Her lower lip was trembling, and I could tell she was in 
pain.

"Please," she breathed. "I'll get used to it."

She closed her eyes, and took several deep breaths through her 
nose.

"You're so big," she whispered.

I'd seen enough dicks to know that I wasn't anywhere near being 
big. She had no way of knowing that, though, and I _was_ thick.

"Just give me a minute," she said softly. Although she was quite 
small, she was determined.

I held myself motionless until her breathing became a little more 
regular. When she opened her eyes, she looked at me with a 
mixture of trepidation and desire. She looked so small and 
scared. I bent down and kissed her tenderly.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," I said quietly.

She shook her head forcefully. "I've waited all year for this," 
she said with determination. Then her eyes took on a steely 
glint. "Okay. I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded firmly, and I pressed forward.

Amy clamped her eyes shut again and began to breathe deeply 
through her nose. She licked her lips nervously, and her hands 
clutched my shoulders. I pulled my hips back a little and her 
fingers loosened their hold on me. I pressed myself into her 
vise-like pussy, until the head and almost an inch of my cock 
were inside her. When her fingers fiercely gripped me again, I 
stopped and began to pull out.

Guided by her hands on my shoulders, I eased in and out of her. 
Her pussy was the tightest thing I'd ever been in, and even 
through the rubber, I could feel her walls gripping me snugly. It 
took us awhile, but eventually, I had my manhood buried deep 
inside her.

Unfortunately, sex with the rubber was much less intense than 
without it, even within the narrow confines of Amy's virgin 
pussy. It still felt good, but there was something missing, 
something very intense about my skin touching hers. Although we 
hadn't talked about it, I knew she wasn't on the pill, so the 
rubber was our only option if we wanted to continue.

"God," she said finally, her breath coming in gasps. "It feels 
like you're filling my entire tummy."

"Do you want me to pull out?" I asked

"No!"

I smiled at her and she grinned sheepishly.

"Just give me a few minutes to get used to you. It feels so good 
when you're moving inside me," she said, almost whispering. "But 
you're _so_ big."

"It's okay, kitten. Take your time."

I smiled reassuringly and simply luxuriated in the warmth and 
tightness of her pussy. She'd just closed her eyes when I reached 
down and ran my hand along her flank. Her eyes popped open again 
and she stared at me, wondering what I was doing. When my 
fingertips brushed past the flare of her hips, I lifted her 
thigh.

"Put your legs around me," I said.

She did, but winced as she settled her calves on my buttocks. The 
movement had shifted her pussy around my dick, and I could tell 
that she still wasn't used to my girth. I smiled as gently as I 
could and bent to kiss her. I settled onto my elbows and felt her 
hard nipples insistently poking into my chest.

I grinned at her and once again lowered my lips to hers. As our 
kiss heated up, Amy ran her hands up my neck and pulled my head 
down. We stayed like that for a long time, my penis blissfully 
trapped in the velvet grip of her pussy, and my tongue exploring 
her mouth. Finally, she pulled back, looking at me drunkenly, and 
licked her lips.

"I think I'm ready to try now," she said hesitantly.

I nodded and lifted myself back onto my arms. While we'd been 
kissing, I had felt the muscles of her pussy twitching as her 
excitement mounted further still. I could feel her wetness around 
the base of my member, and I hoped she was ready. I desperately 
wanted to feel my cock moving within her, sinking deep into her 
pussy, but I knew that I would hurt her if I went too fast.

I drew my hips back slowly, and Amy hissed in surprise. At my 
hesitant and concerned look, she swallowed hard and shook her 
head.

"It's okay," she said. "It's tight, but it feels so _very_ good." 
She concentrated for a moment and then looked up at me with 
worried eyes. "Am I doing it good?"

"You're doing great, kitten," I said with a low groan as I pulled 
from with within the confines of her pussy. She was so tight that 
I was amazed to see the rubber still covering my erection.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to thrust within her. She hissed 
in surprise as I gently slid back into her, but the determined 
look on her face told me to continue. Her virgin pussy clutched 
at me when I reached the end of my stroke. I started to pull out 
again and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply and biting her 
lip. I could tell that she was still getting used to me.

I guess I have an average-sized dick, but inside Amy, I felt like 
a giant. It was like I could feel every ridge on her pussy walls, 
gripping and rubbing my length as I slid into her. The feeling 
was very intense, but I wanted to make sure I wasn't hurting her.

After several minutes of slow thrusting, she opened her eyes 
again and looked at me with wide eyes.

"I can see why people like this," she said quietly. "Am I still 
doing it right?"

I bent down and kissed the tip of her nose, smiling as I pulled 
back. "You're doing great."

"I want to make you happy, Paul."

"You are. Very happy."

She rubbed her hands up and down my arms and then looked at me 
with the first signs of genuine pleasure I'd seen on her face 
since I'd gone down on her.

"Are you ready for me to go a little faster?" I asked.

She hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. I bent down to kiss 
her again, and she smiled at me. When I resumed thrusting, I 
picked up the pace a little. She closed her eyes, tightly at 
first, but as I moved within her, I could feel her loosen up a 
little bit, and she relaxed slightly.

I quickly settled into a steady rhythm and began thrusting into 
her in earnest. I wanted to come inside her, or inside the 
rubber, at least. As I moved against her, I could feel my orgasm 
building. The sight of her small breasts bouncing slightly with 
each thrust finally pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep 
in her pussy and felt the first surge of semen coursing up my 
shaft.

Amy squeaked as she felt my cock swell within her and begin to 
fill the rubber. I closed my eyes as my climax peaked, holding 
myself still within her tight pussy. When I finally opened them 
and looked down at her, she was smiling hesitantly, a questioning 
look on her face.

"Oh, kitten," I said, panting heavily from my exertions. "That 
was wonderful."

"You liked it?"

I swallowed hard and nodded. My mouth was dry from breathing 
through it, and I moved my tongue around as I inhaled through my 
nose. "Are you okay?" I asked, when I finally regained enough 
presence of mind to worry about her.

She nodded, and then winced a little when I moved my hips. She 
tried to hide it from me, but I noticed. She looked at me in 
surprise and fear as I pulled out of her tight confines.

"Let me go get rid of this thing," I said softly, indicating the 
rubber.

She nodded and I climbed from between her legs. As I did, I 
covertly looked at her pussy. I was surprised that I didn't see 
any blood. I went to the bathroom, and studied my rubber-encased 
member. There was only a smear of blood around the base of my 
shaft, and I'd have probably missed it if I hadn't been looking 
for it. I pulled the sheath off my slowly shrinking penis, tossed 
it into the toilet, and then flushed. I then cleaned myself off 
with a damp washcloth.

When I came back to the guest bedroom, Amy was curled on her side 
with her legs pulled up, in the fetal position. She looked so 
vulnerable that I wanted to wrap her in my arms and protect her 
from the world. I sat on the side of the bed and rested my hand 
on her hip. She looked up, her face thoughtful, and then smiled.

"Are you ready to crawl under the covers?" I asked.

 "I'd like that," she said.

"Me too." I stood, and her eyes were drawn to my semi-erect 
penis.

"We don't have to go to sleep right away?" she asked, a sly 
expression creeping over her face. "I mean, we could...?"

"We could do anything you want, kitten."

I extended my hand down to her and pulled her to her feet. I 
turned the sheets back and let her climb into the bed. When I 
climbed in after her, she snuggled close to me and I wrapped my 
arm around her narrow shoulders. I reached up with my left hand 
and turned off the bedside light, plunging the room into 
darkness. Amy ran her hand over my chest and then sighed against 
me. She was quiet for a moment, but I could tell she was working 
up the courage to ask me something.

"I mean...," she said timidly. "You don't have to answer if you 
don't want to. But... I mean... I just want to make you happy, and..."

"What is it, kitten?"

"Am I... I mean... You don't have to answer, but..."

I waited silently, rubbing my hand up and down her back.

"Was I okay?" she asked. "I hope I did it right. I mean, I know I 
can't be like Gina, but... I want to make you happy."

I could hear the trepidation in her voice, and knew I had to 
answer carefully. I felt a stab of guilt when she mentioned Gina, 
but I knew I couldn't hesitate before responding.

"You were great, Amy," I said, deliberately using her name. "You 
did just fine."

"As good as Gina?" she asked hopefully.

I swallowed hard and decided to tell her the truth. "I don't 
know."

She was fearfully silent, and I realized I'd chosen my words 
poorly. I rolled onto my side and raised up on my elbow, placing 
my left palm on her stomach. I could feel her tense muscles and 
sense her anxiety.

"I've never had sex with Gina," I said honestly.

"You haven't?"

I shook my head, and then realized that she couldn't see me in 
the dark. "No, I haven't."

"I guess I always thought...," she said softly.

"Let's not talk about it right now, kitten. Okay?" I tried to 
keep my voice as gentle as I could, but a hard edge crept in, and 
I immediately regretted it.

I lowered my head until our lips met, and kissed her. My body was 
on autopilot, however. My mind, on the other hand, was awhirl 
with recriminations. Amy kissed me with growing passion, but all 
I could think about was Gina.

-----

A little while later, Amy started feeling the after-effects of 
the rum, and the exertion, and quickly fell asleep. Her breathing 
became regular, and I felt her relax against me. I lay awake for 
a long time. I was thinking about Gina, and Amy, and what I felt 
for each of them. I'd like to blame what had happened on the 
alcohol, but I know I would have done the same thing, whether I'd 
been drinking or not. I was too honest with myself to deny it.

I felt Amy stirring next to me and happily dragged my thoughts 
away from my predicament.

"Are you still awake?" she asked quietly.

"Mmm hmm."

"What's the matter?"

"I'm just happy," I half-lied.

I _was_ happy. Happy to be with Amy, happy to have made her 
happy, happy to be her first, happy about any number of things I 
couldn't exactly put into words. I was so happy, I was miserable.

I frowned into the dark and tried to shake off my feelings, but I 
couldn't. Over the past hour, I'd realized that I really did feel 
something for Amy. I wanted to make her happy. I wanted to keep 
her safe. I wanted to know more about her. I wanted... I wanted a 
lot of things. What I _didn't_ want was to love her. I liked her 
a lot, but she deserved a lot better than that, especially from 
me.

If I didn't love her, it would make my life that much easier, but 
it would hurt her. Probably pretty badly. She loved me. Don't ask 
me how I knew it, but I did. I'd seen the way she looked at me. 
At first, I'd ignored it, and then later, I'd simply refused to 
admit it. The time was coming when she would work up the courage 
to tell me she loved me. I knew it was coming, and soon. I 
dreaded it. I dreaded it because I didn't know how I'd answer 
her. Did I love her? I just didn't know.

My train of thought was broken as she sighed and snuggled closer 
still. Her small, soft hand rubbed my chest and then began to 
slowly slide lower. I knew where she was headed, but I suppose 
she had to work up the courage to actually do it. By the time her 
hand finally reached my groin, I was semi-erect in anticipation. 
She encountered the tip of my penis and flinched. Then she 
gathered her courage and reached out for me, wrapping her fingers 
around my slowly stiffening shaft.

"That feels good, kitten," I said, thoughts of Gina fading 
quickly.

"You're bigger than Scott."

"Yeah."

"I like that."

"Why?" I asked, genuinely curious. I couldn't imagine what 
difference it made to her how big Scott's dick was.

"I guess I just like having a boyfriend with a big... you know."

Boyfriend?! I started to panic, but quickly reined in my runaway 
emotions. I thought about it for a moment, and reluctantly had to 
admit that it made sense. From her perspective, I was definitely 
her boyfriend. Heck, pretty much everyone at school must have 
already thought she was. Coach Simmons certainly did, and if he 
did, others were bound to as well. I thought about it for a 
moment, and calmed down completely. What was wrong with Amy being 
my girlfriend? You already _have_ a girlfriend, stupid! I 
thought, castigating myself.

Amy gently squeezed my erection, and I quickly returned my 
attention to the here and now. She had her hand wrapped around 
the upper portion of my shaft, just under the crown, and was 
gently stroking me.

"Do you want to do it again?" she asked tentatively.

With the arm that I had wrapped around her, I easily lifted her 
onto my chest. She cried out softly in surprise, but didn't 
resist. In the darkness, her lips found mine, and we kissed with 
rising ardor.

I fumbled on the nightstand for the remaining rubber, but I only 
ended up knocking the alarm clock onto the floor. Finally, 
reluctantly, I felt for the light and turned it on. Amy groaned 
and I clamped my eyes shut against glare. In reality, the light 
was actually only a soft glow, but to our night-adjusted eyes, it 
was harsh. I slipped my arm from beneath her and sat up to search 
for the rubber. When I didn't immediately see it, I leaned over 
and looked on the floor. Sure enough, it was right next to the 
alarm clock that I'd swept off the nightstand.

I quickly retrieved them both and sat back up. When I moved to 
turn off the light, I suddenly decided that I didn't want to 
fumble with the rubber in the dark. It was only the second time 
I'd used one, and I still wasn't all that sure I could get it on 
without seeing what I was doing. So I left the light on and tore 
open the package. Amy watched me silently, smiling shyly and 
stealing glances at my jutting erection. When I finally had the 
recalcitrant rubber rolled over my Dick, I turned off the light, 
lay back, and reached for her.

I rolled onto my side and started kissing her. My hand brushed 
through her fine pubic hair and she arched her back. I ran one 
finger down the length of her slit and felt the moisture of her 
arousal. I rubbed back and forth, coating my finger with her 
juices, and then slowly felt for her opening. She whimpered in 
surprise when I slid my finger between her labia. I easily sank 
my finger to the second knuckle, and then pushed further, 
pressing against her hooded clit with the heel of my hand. She 
moaned into my mouth and started gyrating her hips.

"Ok, God, Paul" she gasped, breaking our kiss. "You make me feel 
so good."

I merely smiled to myself and lowered my head to capture a nipple 
with my lips. When I did, she held my head to her chest and 
moaned softly. I delighted in the soft, pliant flesh of her 
breast, feasting on her hard nipple. I nibbled it, I licked it, I 
pulled on it gently, causing her to moan and clutch my head 
tighter. I let go of my prize only long enough to suck her other 
nipple into my mouth and lavish attention on it as well.

My finger continued to move within her, and I could feel her 
wetness spreading to her outer lips. I pulled my slick digit from 
her fiery depths and ran the tip in a lazy circle around her 
budding clit. She gasped and bucked her hips against my hand, 
trying to force my finger into closer contact. I kept 
relentlessly circling her clit, never touching it, teasing her. 
Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore.

"I want to do it now," she said, breathing heavily with arousal.

"Do what?" I asked innocuously, still circling her clit with my 
finger.

"_It_," she hissed.

"Say it."

"Paul," she said, almost whining.

"Say it."

Instead of speaking, she reached for my arm and tried to pull me 
on top of her. I resisted her, but started moving my fingers 
closer to her clit, rubbing the hood across the swollen little 
pearl. Her body tensed, and then I stopped.

"Say it," I said. "What do you want?"

"I want to do it."

I dipped my forefinger back into her pussy to lubricate it, 
pulled it out, and then rubbed my middle finger along her slit, 
wetting it as well. Then I ran either finger along the sides of 
her clit, teasing her. "Do what? Tell me what you want."

"I want you to stick your thing in me," she said plaintively.

"Stick my what in you? My finger?" I teased her again with my 
forefinger, separating her labia and thrusting it inside her.

"Paul," she whined. "Stick your thing in."

"Say it." I stopped moving my fingers and pulled them up so I 
could simply squeeze the base of her clit.

"Stick your..." She was quivering with desire. "Your..." Her voice 
dropped to a whisper. "Your dick."

I leaned close to her, so she could feel my breath on her ear, 
and kissed her gently. "Tell me what you want. Ask me. Say it 
all."

"Ungh. Please!"

"Say it, kitten." I squeezed the base of her clit. "Say it."

"Stick your dick inside me," she said, her voice barely more than 
a whisper. "Put it inside me. Please."

When she tried to pull me on top of her, I resisted, and she 
groaned in frustration. Instead of moving towards her, I rolled 
onto my back and pulled her on top of me. I spread her legs with 
my thighs and she writhed against me.

"You promised," she said accusingly.

"I want you on top, kitten. I want you to enjoy it."

She cried out incoherently and ground her pelvis against my 
stomach. I cupped her ass and held her in place. Her hair brushed 
against my face and neck as she struggled weakly.

"Do you want me to stick my dick in you?" I asked softly.

"Yes."

"I want you on top. I want you to come with me inside you."

"I want to do it the normal way," she said petulantly.

I almost laughed out loud at her naivete. Instead, I kissed her 
quickly. "You'll like it this way," I said reassuringly. "Trust 
me." I reached around her ass and grasped my rubber-encased 
member, aiming it at her drooling sex. "Slide down a little."

She pushed up onto her arms and slid down my torso. When I could 
feel her thigh against my wrist, I felt for her pussy with my 
left hand. With my right hand, I aimed the tip of my cock at her 
opening.

"Slide down some more," I said.

She did as instructed, and moaned in pleasure as the crown of my 
cock parted her labia. I hunched my hips upward and my head 
slipped inside her. She moaned softly and eased back, impaling 
herself another inch.

"Slide onto my dick, kitten," I said, urging her lower.

She scooted back, using her arms to steady her, and gasped as 
another inch entered her.

"Sit up," I said, putting my hands on her sides to balance her. 
"Then you can sit down on my dick."

I felt her hair gently swaying above me, creating a breeze, and I 
realized that she must be nodding. My eyes were finally becoming 
fully adjusted to the dark, and I could see her as a dim outline 
above me. Her pussy was as tight as the first time, but I wanted 
her to take things at her own pace. She was incredibly wet, but 
more than half my dick remained outside her channel. When she let 
me help her into a sitting position, she gasped as my thick cock 
pressed against the tight confines of her pussy. She put her 
hands on my upper arms and gripped me tightly.

"Oh," she whispered, as she sank a little further onto my 
erection.

"Arch your back," I said softly. "Tilt your hips forward and you 
can rub your clit against my shaft."

"My what?"

"Your clit."

"What's that?"

Once again, I found myself suppressing a chuckle. I took one hand 
off her ribs and moved it down her trim belly. When I felt the 
junction of her thighs, I parted her pubic hair with my thumb and 
felt for her clit. I stroked it, and she tensed and became 
utterly silent. I stopped moving my thumb and smiled up at her, 
unseen in the dark.

"That," I said softly, as she started breathing again, "is your 
clit."

"Oh," she said, panting.

"Arch your back and tilt your hips, and you can press your clit 
against my shaft."

She did as instructed, and once again became silent. I could feel 
her body tense up as she enjoyed the sensation. I didn't know if 
she could actually press her clit against my shaft or not, but I 
did know that her inner labia were undoubtedly stretched to the 
point that they would put pressure on the base as she moved 
against me.

"Lift up, kitten, and then settle back down. Just take things at 
your own speed," I said reassuringly, moving my hand back up her 
body.

I vaguely made out the motion as she nodded mutely. Her pussy 
gripped me fiercely as she started moving above me, lifting up 
and then slowly sliding back down, further and further each time.

"I love having a boyfriend with a big thing," she said 
breathlessly when she finally had me firmly embedded in her 
pussy.

"You like it?"

"Oh, God. Yes. I feel so full."

I moved my hands down to her hips and nudged her until she 
gyrated. When she did, she squeaked and I could feel her whole 
body shudder as her pelvis ground against mine, stimulating her 
clit.

"Do that, kitten, and you'll come real hard. Would you like 
that?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm."

"Me too."

With my hands still on her hips, I began guiding her as she 
started riding me. Every couple of strokes, I'd hold her hips 
down and nudge her until she rotated her hips. Soon enough, she 
got the rhythm of it, and was soon moving along without my 
guidance.

I marveled at the snugness of her pussy, but once she was in 
control, Amy didn't seem to experience any discomfort. She could 
take things at her own speed, and evidently, she liked a nice, 
languid pace. I moved my hands up her body and began gently 
kneading her breasts, tweaking her nipples. As her arousal grew, 
I pulled and twisted harder.

I could feel her pussy twitching around my shaft, and I knew her 
climax was close. I started tugging on her nipples and she 
quickened her pace, rising up and slamming back down on my hips, 
impaling herself on my rock-hard pole.

In less than a minute, she thrust herself downward and ground her 
hips against me. She noiselessly tensed and I could feel her 
pussy spasming around my cock. Amy didn't make a sound as her 
orgasm washed over her, but I could feel it under my hands, and 
around my cock, as her muscles tensed.

Her pussy became so tight that it was almost painful. She hadn't 
moved or made so much as a peep since her orgasm took her, and I 
began to worry that she'd pass out from lack of oxygen. Finally, 
she collapsed on top of me and I felt her begin to breathe again. 
Her back rose and fell as she panted soundlessly.

As she had collapsed forward, she'd pulled off my cock a few 
inches, but the majority of my length was still inside her. When 
she clutched at my chest and started kissing my hot skin, I 
reached around and cupped her ass. She shuddered as I began 
thrusting into her, gripping me tightly as my girth parted her 
sensitive lips.

She balled her hands into fists and pressed them against my sides 
as I lifted my hips and stabbed up into her. Her tight pussy was 
more than I could take, and even with the rubber, I only lasted a 
couple of minutes. The entire time I was pumping into her, Amy 
was quivering continuously, another orgasm welling up within her 
belly.

I felt my own orgasm building as well, and buried myself deep 
inside her with one final thrust. When I did, I felt her pussy 
spasming around my shaft as her second orgasm took her. Her pussy 
clamped down so hard that, for a moment, I couldn't come. The 
pressure built until it felt like I'd soon have come spurting 
from my eyeballs. Amy didn't make a sound the entire time, but I 
could feel her hands gripping my sides as her pleasure reached 
its zenith.

Her pussy finally released its vise-like grip on my shaft and my 
world exploded. All my pent up semen seemed to blast from my cock 
in one long, sustained burst. Amy shuddered again as my cock 
swelled within her, filling the rubber with my seed. My hands 
gripped her ass tightly as my back and legs tensed and I lifted 
both of us off the bed, shoving my cock a fraction of an inch 
deeper inside her.

When I finally came to my senses, we were back on the bed and 
practically wheezing. Amy still clutched me tightly, her cheek 
pressed against my chest. I could feel the aftershocks rippling 
through her pussy, causing her to shudder with each one. My cock 
was slowly shrinking inside her, and I simply enjoyed feeling 
like a sybarite. No words could describe how I felt. Amy simply 
whimpered when each aftershock washed over her, and I was very, 
very happy.

-----

Sometime later, I got up and went to the bathroom to flush the 
used rubber. I took the opportunity to pee and then cleaned 
myself up with a warm washcloth as well. When I returned to bed, 
Amy hadn't moved. She shifted when I got back under the covers, 
but quickly drifted back into a deep sleep as I snuggled up 
behind her.

I'd never spent the entire night with a girl, and I found that 
while I liked it a lot, it definitely took some getting used to. 
My arm fell asleep, and I kept trying not to wake her as I moved. 
A couple of times, I even found myself resenting the fact that 
Amy was sleeping so soundly, and I'm ashamed to say that once or 
twice I felt like poking her to wake her up. Thankfully, my 
better nature prevailed, and I let her sleep, enfolded in the 
warmth and protection of my arms. Eventually, I drifted off as 
well.

-----

I awoke from a deep sleep the next morning and was confused at 
first. I knew I'd gone to sleep with Amy in my arms, so when I 
didn't immediately feel her, I began to panic. What if she had 
regrets about having sex with me? What if she'd suddenly felt 
guilty and left? What if she...?

"You're so cute when you're sleeping," a soft, feminine voice 
said from somewhere in front of me.

I blinked my sleep-crusted eyes a few times to clear them. Amy 
was facing me, lying on her side, her hair tucked behind her ear, 
and grinning at me.

"Huh?" I asked.

"You're cute when you're sleeping," she said.

I stretched and yawned, and then looked at her again. In the 
morning light, filtering through the sheers, she was more 
beautiful than ever.

"But you woke me up," she said with mock grumpiness.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "How?" I'd been sound asleep, what had _I_ 
done to wake her up?

"You were poking me." She smiled guiltily, and I suddenly 
realized what she was talking about. My morning hard-on felt as 
solid as usual.

"Sorry 'bout that," I said.

I stretched and yawned again. When I looked at her, her 
expression said that she was anything _but_ sorry about it. But 
she was also still sort of shy about things, and I knew she'd 
never say anything about it. I reached out and pulled her hands 
away from her chest. She resisted, until she realized where I was 
going to put her hands. As soon as they neared my morning 
erection, I no longer had to move them. She latched onto my shaft 
and gripped me gently.

"Is it always like this?" she asked shyly.

"Mmm hmm. Most every morning. But this morning, I've got even 
more reason to be hard."

"Why?"

Amy looked at me with bright blue eyes and I didn't know whether 
to laugh or to kiss her. So I smiled, and settled for a 
combination of the two--I chuckled softly and kissed her on the 
forehead. "Because of you, silly," I said when I pulled back.

She blushed a lovely shade of rosy pink, but her hands never left 
my shaft.

"We could do what we did last night," she said hopefully. "If you 
want to."

"I'd love to, kitten, but I don't have any more rubbers."

She looked disappointed, but then she blushed deeper and smiled 
shyly. "We could do what we did in the hot tub last night," she 
said tentatively.

"I'd like that."

Her expression brightened immediately, and she looked at me with 
barely concealed excitement. I smiled at her and then rolled onto 
my back. My dick pulled out of her grasp, and with a stifled cry, 
she quickly followed it. When she ducked under the covers, I 
finally did laugh out loud. She stuck her head back out and 
looked at me with a worried expression. I smiled as gently as I 
could and stroked her cheek.

"You'll suffocate under there," I said teasingly.

With only her face sticking out from under the covers, she looked 
adorable, and I couldn't resist pulling her petite body up my 
own, so that I could kiss her properly. She quickly warmed to the 
kiss, and was soon grinding her pelvis against my stomach.

"Gooooood, morning," I said, when we finally broke our kiss.

Amy just blushed and smiled bashfully. Then she grinned, and 
dived back under the covers, intent upon my hard-on. When I 
pulled the covers back to let her breathe, she squeaked 
indignantly. She curled up along my right leg and drew the covers 
back over her.

"It's cold out there," she said, playfully peevish.

Once she was settled against me, her body a compact little 
furnace, she reached for my manhood. It stood proudly in the cool 
morning air. The way she was situated, Amy was covered almost to 
her neck, while my entire torso was bare. It _was_ a little cold 
out here, I thought to myself. But as soon as she grasped my 
jutting member, I forgot all about the cold, and started thinking 
about her mouth.

The night before, after we'd come in from the hot tub, Amy hadn't 
really seen my erection up close. When she had, there hadn't been 
much light. Now, the room was bright with morning sunlight, and I 
could tell she was studying my penis. I flexed my buttocks and 
made my cock jump. She gasped, and then giggled, turning to look 
at me with an amused expression. Then she turned back to my cock, 
and stroked it gently.

She put her lips over the glans and I was in heaven. Amy had a 
very small mouth, and her lips were stretched tight over my 
girth. She could only get a couple of inches past her lips, but 
she lavished a lot of attention on what she could. I directed her 
as helpfully as I could, but she soon had me lost in my own 
little world of blowjob bliss. I stroked her back through the 
covers as she worked on my cock.

Soon, she had me to the point of no return. She'd swallowed the 
night before, but I thought I should give her a little warning, 
in case she didn't want to swallow again.

"Kitten," I groaned. "I'm... gonna... come."

She kept her lips around me and moved her small hand over my 
shaft. My legs and back tensed, and with a grunt, I came. Now 
that she had a little better idea what to expect, she wasn't 
taken by surprise when I erupted. Through the orgasmic fog, I 
could tell that she was trying to keep up with my spurting. She 
did a pretty good job, too.

When my orgasm finally subsided, she let my penis slip from her 
lips and turned to look at me apprehensively. I looked down my 
torso at her and smiled. It was the smile of a man who'd just 
gotten a blowjob, that drunken, goofy, completely happy smile 
that said everything was right in the world.

She almost laughed when she saw my expression. I reached down for 
her and she came willingly, crawling up my body, bringing the 
covers with her. I pulled her down for a kiss. As she had the 
night before, she resisted at first, but then warmed to my 
advances. When we finally broke the kiss, she looked at me with a 
mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"You're not gay, are you?" she asked.

"I don't think so," I said, laughing. "What do you think?"

She blushed and didn't say anything.

I humped my semi-erect cock into her leg. "Do you think I am?"

She blushed deeper still, and quickly shook her head.

"Why do you ask?" I asked.

"'Cause you... I mean... Well... guys aren't supposed to... you
know... 
taste... you know... taste... that stuff."

"Come?"

She blushed again. Her complexion was normally very fair, so when 
she blushed, she turned a rosy pink. She was perhaps even 
prettier when she was blushing, like a china doll, hand painted 
and impossibly beautiful.

"Semen? Sperm? Spunk? Jism? Spoo..."

"Stop it, silly," she said finally, still blushing deeply. "Yes, 
all that stuff. You know what I'm talking about."

When she was a little angry, she forgot to be shy. She was 
serious, so I got serious as well.

"I don't want to taste another guy's come, but I don't mind my 
own," I said earnestly.

She looked at me curiously.

"I mean, if it's okay for you to swallow it, then I really 
shouldn't complain about kissing you afterward. After all, what's 
good for the goose..."

She blushed again, but I could tell that she was thinking about 
it.

"Besides," I continued. "I really, really like it when you suck 
my dick." Her color deepened from a pink to almost crimson. "So I 
want to let you know how much I really appreciate it, and how 
much I love it when you do it."

She thought about it for a moment, and then nodded slightly. Then 
she looked at me slyly. "There's something else you can do to 
show me how much you appreciate it."

"O-ho!" I said, rolling over quickly and pinning her beneath me, 
careful to hold myself up so I kept my weight off her. "It sounds 
like there's something you want," I said playfully.

She looked into my eyes, nodded, and then grinned shyly.

I reached between our bodies and snaked my hand between her legs. 
She arched her back as I ran my finger over her slit, and then 
she lifted her head to kiss me passionately. I shifted to give 
myself better access to her steamy pussy. I'd just begun kissing 
along the line of her neck when...

Knock, knock, knock!

"Are y'all alive in there?" I heard Scott ask, his voice muffled 
by the door. "You want any breakfast?"

Amy and I froze. I lifted my head and smiled at her ruefully.

"Yeah," I said towards the door. "We're alive. We'll be out in 
about 15 minutes."

"No problem, man," Scott said.

"Now," I said to Amy. "Where were we?"

I resumed kissing her neck, and had just wormed my finger into 
her moist slit, when she started squirming and trying to push me 
off.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"We can't."

"Why not?"

"They'll know," she hissed, as if Scott and Shannon could hear 
us, wherever they were.

"They'll know that I'm between you legs, licking your pussy and 
making you crazy with pleasure?" I asked, half-seriously.

"Yes."

"You're afraid they'll be jealous? Let 'em be."

"No, Paul. We can't. They'll know." She tried to push me away 
again, but I was just too heavy for her.

"So?" I asked, genuinely confused.

After all, she'd given me a blowjob in front of them less than 12 
hours before. I moved my finger in her pussy, rubbing against her 
hardening clit, trying to persuade her by using her body and its 
natural reactions. And then... I thought of Stacy. I hadn't 
appreciated it when she'd used my body and its natural reactions 
against me, and I couldn't imagine that Amy would either. I could 
clearly see that she wanted to do more, but that she didn't want 
Scott and Shannon to "know" about it. So I stopped. Her look of 
relief was its own reward.

"Okay, kitten," I said softly, kissing the tip of her nose. "We 
can pick up where we left off, later."

"Thank you, Paul."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed with a strength 
that surprised me. I kissed her again, and then moved to the side 
of the bed. I extended my hand and gently pulled her out of bed.

I threw on shorts and a t-shirt while Amy reached into her 
overnight bag. She pulled out a pair of panties and an oversized 
t-shirt. It was almost like a nightshirt, and on her small frame, 
it would easily reach her knees. I opened the door to go to the 
bathroom and she began brushing her hair.

When I returned, she looked up and smiled, her hair positively 
glowing in the sunlight. She moved to put on the panties, and I 
stepped close to her.

"Leave them off," I said quietly.

She looked at me apprehensively.

"Your shirt's so long that Scott and Shannon won't know."

She still looked uncertain.

"But I'll know," I said earnestly. "I'll know that you're naked 
underneath there, and it'll keep me aroused all through 
breakfast."

"I don't know," she said hesitantly.

"It'll be very sexy."

She blushed and smiled up at me. "You really think so?"

I nodded quickly. I'd gotten a little hard just thinking about 
it, so I took her small hand and placed it against my crotch, 
letting her feel the tumescent state of my cock.

"Neat," she said, clearly starting to warm to the idea. "Okay," 
she said, suddenly resolute. "I'll do it."

I bent down and kissed her soundly, luxuriating in the feeling as 
her nude, nubile body pressed against me.

-----

Amy left her panties in the guest bedroom and walked out wearing 
only her long nightshirt. She went to the bathroom, and I met her 
as she came out. Scott and Shannon were in the kitchen when we 
came out, so we went to join them.

Scott was dressed much like me, while Shannon was wearing a 
button-down dress shirt. The shirt looked pressed, and I figured 
it was one of Scott's that she'd taken from his closet. She also 
had on a pair of pink panties, which I could see as she moved her 
legs. While the girls fixed breakfast, Scott and I went into the 
family room to call my parents and check in for the morning.

When Scott and I returned from our phone call, we were amazed. 
Amy had four older brothers, and her idea of breakfast was 
considerably bigger than anything Scott or I had expected. Even 
Shannon, who was moving as fast as she could, helping out, was 
clearly in awe of Amy. Amy, for her part, was like a general on 
the battlefield. She had an apron tied around her small frame, 
and was tending a pot and two frying pans on the stove. She 
directed Scott and me to set the table and get the drinks, and we 
didn't think twice before hopping to it. Scott grinned and winked 
at me as we did. What could I do besides shrug and grin in reply?

When Amy was finished, the breakfast table was laden with 
steaming plates of scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, toast, 
pancakes, and a bowl of grits. What little free space remained on 
the table was taken up with glasses of orange juice (the one 
thing, aside from the place settings, that was courtesy of Scott 
and me), jam, butter, and syrup. I had been expecting to have 
cold cereal, and I could tell that Scott was thinking something 
similar. When Amy sat down next to me on the banquette seat by 
the bay window, I gave her a resounding kiss on the cheek. She 
smiled bashfully and blushed, but scooted closer to me.

Scott and I ate like kings. We were growing teenage boys, and I, 
for once, ate with abandon. I think he and I alone finished more 
than half of what Amy and Shannon had fixed. For their parts, the 
girls had a healthy breakfast, but neither of them even 
approached the amount of food that Scott and I put away.

When we were done making pigs of ourselves, the girls started 
cleaning up. Remembering my manners, I got up to help them, and 
Scott quickly followed suit. In no time, we had pretty much 
cleaned up the breakfast mess, and returned to the table to relax 
and digest.

We talked for a while, but I noticed Scott and Shannon sharing 
more and more covert glances. Shortly after Shannon's hand 
unobtrusively crept into Scott's lap, Scott stretched and yawned 
theatrically, saying that he was thinking about taking a mid-
morning nap. Shannon agreed that she was feeling a little sleepy 
as well, and they were both off to Scott's room before Amy and I 
really knew what had happened.

With only the two of us left in the kitchen, I pulled Amy onto my 
lap. We started kissing, and I soon had my hand under her shirt, 
gently rubbing her bare pussy. She was panting against me, and I 
could tell that she wanted to go back to our room as well. I, 
however, had other ideas. I started to pull her shirt off, and 
she was so lost in the moment that she didn't resist.

Once she was naked on my lap, my dick quickly became fully erect, 
pressing against her left leg. Her right leg was spread wide to 
give my hand easy access to her pussy. In no time, I had my 
clothes off as well, and Amy was on her knees, sucking my cock. 
After about five minutes of her active tongue, I pulled her up. I 
wanted to head back to the bedroom, but this time, _Amy_ had 
other ideas. She moved to lay down on the banquette, but I 
stopped her.

"Here," I said, turning her to face away from me.

She looked at me in confusion, but was too far gone with lust to 
do more than that.

"You'll like it this way," I said, bending her over the table.

With one hand, I gripped my shaft, and with the other, I spread 
her open. She was as tight as before, but her pussy was 
practically gushing. I didn't slip into her easily, but with 
steady pressure, I finally buried myself to the root.

Amy tossed her honey-colored hair over her shoulder and looked at 
me, her face a mask of desire. I grabbed her hips and started 
thrusting into her. She started coming almost immediately, her 
pussy spasming around my dick, making me really push to thrust 
back into her.

When I'd first plunged into her, I'd been planning on pulling out 
and coming on her back. But it was the first time I'd had my bare 
dick inside a pussy in a long time, and the skin-on-skin contact 
felt electric. As her tight sheath sucked at me, I lost the 
ability for all coherent thought. With a final thrust, I slammed 
my hips into her, burying myself inside her. My cock swelled and 
then practically exploded. I felt spurt after spurt of my semen 
blasting into her, and I gritted my teeth to keep from crying 
out.

"Oh my God," Amy gasped in surprise, her voice dimly registering 
in my pleasure-clouded mind. "I can feel it. I can feel you 
shooting your stuff inside me. It feels so _good_."

Finally, I collapsed against her, both of us breathing heavily. I 
supported us with one hand on the table, and one hand wrapped 
around Amy's middle. My dick slowly began to soften, and I could 
feel our combined juices oozing from her pussy. With almost 
painful clarity, I suddenly realized I hadn't pulled out, I 
hadn't been wearing a rubber, and my sperm now filled her pussy.

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Copyright (c) 2003 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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