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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story  (mF)  Chapter 30
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CHAPTER  30

Driving along with my hand on Kristen's sex was disconcerting, not to
mention distracting. She never said a word, but kept my hand between
her legs the whole way and even pushed my fingers inside her. By the
time we got there, she was wet and sticky, but as soon as I pulled up,
she giggled and jumped out of the car. It took me a few minutes to
adjust my equipment so I could get out from behind the steering wheel.

We found the girls and I noticed the twins weren't with them, so I
asked Della where they were.

She said, "Mom and Dad are spending the night at Dad's sister's house
in Bakersfield. Dad is picking up some things at a dealer and they'll
be back tomorrow. They took the twins with them."

We ate our burgers and talked with the girls for a while. Desi stayed
quiet and kept glancing sideways at Kristen. Della didn't talk much
either, but Denise made up for both of them. She rattled on about
school and how much fun she was having at the Torres', and how Della
and Desi were helping her with her school work. Then she asked if we
were planning on riding the horses while we were here, and we decided
we would all go riding tomorrow.

It was turning dusk when Bob rushed up. We shook hands and I
introduced him to Kristen. His eyes grew wide as he looked at her,
then he mumbled something and looked at me. I could see the approval
on his face. Then he settled down next to Desi and put his arm around
her. It looked like the movie would start in a few minutes, so I
decided a quick trip to the bathroom was in order. Kristen said she
needed to go as well, so we rushed across the street to the public
toilets. I came out first, so I was waiting when a good-looking woman
came out. She was adjusting her skirt, and when she saw me, she walked
over and said, "Hi Pete."

I didn't recognize her, but I said, "Hi, uhh..."

She said, "It's me, Nicole!"

It was rather dark where we were standing, so I didn't really get a
good look at her face, but I didn't remember ever meeting her.

Just then, Kristen came out. The woman looked her up and down, winked
at me and walked away.

Kristen said, "Who was that?"

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I have no idea. Maybe she saw my
picture in the paper after the Simms thing."

We sat down just as the movie started and were soon engrossed in the
story. At least, I was, at first, but Kristen kept moving my hand to
her lap and rubbing it against her pussy. Before long, a wet spot had
soaked through the front of her skirt and I was hard as a rock. Kris
definitely had my attention.

The movie was about half over when I bent to say something to Kristen,
and suddenly I was nearly overcome with the odor of her arousal. It
wasn't from her vagina; it was her whole body. I don't know how to
describe it but it was so sexy I could almost imagine waves coming off
her. I couldn't stand it any longer; I whispered that we should leave;
she nodded and when there was a dark part in the film, we slipped
quietly away.

We ended up running to the car. When we got inside, she threw herself
down on the seat and I was inside her in an instant. I doubt we were
there two minutes before we were climaxing all over each other. I'm
sure we made all kinds of noise, but I didn't care. I was blind to
everything but her, and when I fell back, I was totally spent.

When I finally untangled myself from the seatbelts and steering wheel
I sat up. Kristen remained sprawled on her side with a dreamy look on
her face. Her dress was still up around her waist as she began slowly
rubbing our accumulated juices around her pussy and belly. The sight
was obscene but terribly sexy, and she stayed that way all the way
home. We were both so excited that we ran into the house and Kristen
hurried me into the bathroom. She immediately tore off her dress and
dove into the shower. I followed her for a quick rinse-and-dry; then
we piled into bed.

She smiled and pulled me to her. We kissed long and hard and when we
finally lay back, we were both grinning from ear to ear. 
I said, "Kris, you rubbing yourself like that was the nastiest and the
sexiest thing I've ever seen."

"I know! I've never felt so wanton or so sexual in my whole life. If
you had asked me, I would have made love to you on the hood of the car
right there on the street. I didn't know I could be like this."

We were lying on our backs talking. Suddenly, she turned to me and
said, "Pete, remember when we made love at your house and you kissed
me everywhere? Would you do that now?"

It was very exciting that she would actually ask me to do it, and I
was glad to oblige. So I told her to lie back.

My mind was awhirl thinking about the different ways I wanted to
please her. So I positioned myself alongside her and reached to touch
her body. But I had to stop for a moment. Her beauty; and the fact
that she was allowing me to be with her once again, was somehow
shocking. I felt very fortunate and I was probably more excited than
she was when I began. 
 
I started at her forehead and kissed my way past her eyes to her
beautiful mouth. Kristen has beautiful full lips and I loved kissing
and licking them. Then I ran my tongue around the inside of her ears.
That caused her to begin making those purring noises I liked so much. 
I kissed her neck; then I pulled both her arms up and watched as she
jumped slightly when I licked her armpits and inside of her elbows. I
kissed and licked the palms of her hands and sucked on a few of her
fingers; eventually, I moved down and began to knead her breasts and
kiss around her nipples.

Then I stopped again. She was lying on her back and her eyes were
tightly closed. Her mouth was open and she was breathing heavily.
The sight of her was so exciting; it was all I could do, not to make
love to her that very minute. I had to actually take a few breaths
myself before I could continue.

Her body is magnificent. It isn't the alabaster perfection of Molly;
it's a rich European olive and the outer lips of her pussy have a dark
tinge to them. Her areolae are large, her nipples full and quite long
and right now, everything was a deep rich red. Her muscles are long
and well defined and she reminds me of Sam or Erin when she moves.

Then she opened her eyes.

I feel a shock whenever she looks at me. Her eyes are coal black and
the gold flecks in her iris tends to jumps out and absolutely
mesmerize me. It seems like she looks into my soul and an odd thought
crossed my mind. I don't think I could ever successfully lie to her.

But her look just now wasn't about truth; it was about lust! So, I
went back to work - as if pleasing this goddess could ever be work.

I took each nipple into my mouth and suckled it. I licked and sucked
and teased them with my tongue until she was moving and groaning; then
I got an idea. I gently drew the first and second finger of her left
hand into my mouth and got them wet; then I bent down and deposited
some saliva right on her clit. After that, I moved her hand down to
her vagina, placed her fingers inside her and her thumb on her clit,
and began moving them around. I kept my hand there until she began
moving them herself. Then I went back to her nipples.

I sucked then and bit them lightly until her movements got ragged and
just as she came, I kissed her on the lips.
She threw her arms around me and kissed me so hard it hurt, so I held
her until she calmed down a bit; then I bent and kissed her pussy. It
was awash with her juices and her clit was sticking out from under its
hood like a tiny penis.

I got between her legs as though I was going to enter her, and she
cried out, "Oh God Pete, Yesss!" But, instead of entering her, I
picked up her legs and pushed them back until her knees were beside
her head. 
Her beautiful -- and beautifully engorged -- pussy was right in front
of me and I plunged my tongue into her as far as it would go.

She tried to grab my head, but I caught her wrists and held them as I
delicately ravaged her pussy. I licked her and sucked her and slid the
bridge of my nose up and down against her clit. In less than 30
seconds, she started making a high pitched keening noise and her
juices began flowing from her. 

I don't know how long she continued to come, but I was so turned on by
this time I was ready to explode. I still held her wrists as I pulled
myself up and set the head of my cock against her gaping pussy. I was
going to plunge into her, when suddenly she jerked away from me and
turned on her side.

I was afraid I might have hurt her, so I quickly asked, "Kris, are you
okay?"

Her voice was weak when she answered, "Oh, wow, Pete, so -- so good!" 

She sat up after a minute or two and looked at me. Her eyes were
glazed as she told me, "Pete, that was good, unbelievably good. I've
never come so much or so hard in my entire life. I feel like I'm on
fire down there!"

Then she took both my hands in hers and said, "Pete, I have to tell
you some things about me. I know I sometimes come off like I've been
everywhere and done a lot.
I have been a lot of places, but in truth, my family keeps a pretty
close eye on me. I told you that I'd been with a few boys before and I
even had a boyfriend for a while. But he was a dud, and the other
things I've done were hurried things that were mostly done by me to
prove to myself that I was growing up.
When we had sex at your house, it was the first time anyone truly made
love to me and although it was wonderful, it scared me to death and I
had almost decided not to see you again. But when we ran into each
other at school that day and you kissed me, I knew I was lost and had
to see more of you. When we started dating and the possibility of this
trip came up, I've thought of nothing else.

"But, it still took me a while to decide that this time with you was
going to be different. Now that I have, you need to know something. 
Before you, nobody ever kissed me down there. It was wonderful the
first time, and just now it was even better. But, I don't know how to
reciprocate. I want to make you feel good, too, but I don't know how.
And there's something else! I've been told I don't know how to do
things half-way. And, since we made love here and I decided to give
myself completely to both you and our love making, I'm worried I might
embarrass you or cause you to think badly of me."

I was stunned! I was shocked and a little pleased by her lack of
experience, but I was amazed that she would think that she would
embarrass me or cause me to think poorly of her.

I quickly answered her, saying, "Kristen, I know you think that I know
about things that I shouldn't, and one day I'll tell you why I know
about them. But I'm just a 17-year-old guy who's getting crazier about
you every day. I haven't been with every girl in school, but I have
been with some loving people who have showed me things that I hope I
can share with you. You mean a lot to me and the more time I spend
around you, the more I appreciate who you are.
You have to understand that I'm a little awed by you as well. You're
rich, you're beautiful and you've been all over the world. I imagine
you've done things and been places I never even heard of. So, why
don't we do this! Why don't we forget about past things and enjoy
ourselves while we spend this time together? I'll show you the best
time I can and you try to keep me from making a fool of myself."

I stuck out my hand and said, "Deal?"

She took my hand, said "Deal!" and pulled me to her.

The next few hours were pretty much straight sex. Even though she's a
tall girl, I found I couldn't go into her all the way because I would
hit bottom and that would cause her pain. But it was deep enough that
it was very satisfying. I tried to go down on her several times, but
she asked in a little girl voice if it would be okay if we just did
"Regular" stuff for a while because she was enjoying the feeling of me
being inside her so much. After one particularly great finish, we both
lay back and started to fall asleep. I remember glancing at the
bedside clock and seeing that it was after one o'clock. She shook me
awake at three-thirty for an encore and again at five in the morning.

Friday

A little after nine, the phone woke us. I answered it on the fourth
ring and a cold-sounding Desi said, "Gee, did I wake you, or were you
fucking?" 

I said, "Desi, knock it off! What's up?"

"Are we going riding?"

"Uhh, yeah. Tell you what. Tell everyone to wear swimsuits. We'll ride
up to the high creek."

She said, "Okay." And I heard someone talking in the background. Then
she said, "Della will make sandwiches. I'll bring some Cokes and we
can sink them in the creek."

"Okay, I'll saddle the horses. Be here around ten thirty."

I started to jump out of bed and Kris said, "Where ya going?"

"I have to take a leak."

She said, "Me too," and got up.

I walked into the bathroom and she followed me; then she stood next to
the toilet, waiting.

I asked, "What are you doing?"

She said, "I want to watch! After you finish, you can watch me if you
like."

I was surprised, and I wasn't sure if she was kidding. So I said, "But
you already watched me do this once before."

"I know, I want to do it again."

"Okay, you first."

She promptly sat down and let loose a stream of urine. I remembered
the time I had seen Sylvia do this, but I cringed to myself as I
remembered that when she did it, I actually had my hand on her pussy.
But, this time there was no hand in the way and I was amazed at how
strong the flow was.

When she finished, she got up and wiped herself; then she stood next
to me. I was a little self-conscious, so it took a little time before
I started, and when it did, it started with a little dribble.

Kris said, "I want to hold it," as she brushed my hand away and took
hold of my penis. When the stream finally started, she got a big smile
on her face and started making pee circles in the toilet.

She said, "This is so great; I wish I could do that!"

When I finished, we went back into the bedroom and I found I was a
little hard from what went on in the bathroom, so I reached for her.

She giggled, dodged me and said,  "Down, boy; we don't want to wear it
out the first day."

I finally caught her and pulled her to me. I nuzzled her neck and
said, "Hey, you're the one who woke me up so many times last night."

She hugged me hard and pressed herself against me. "I know. I can't
keep my hands off you. But I'm a little sore, so could we wait until
later...?"

I answered, "Of course, sweetie," and licked her earlobe before I
pulled away.

	* * * * *

I was saddling the horses when I thought to ask Kristen if she could
ride. She said yes, so I picked out a good mare with a nice gait. I
was about to throw a saddle on it, when I noticed Kristen cooing and
talking softly to a big black horse I hadn't seen before. She was
walking around him, touching him, and whispering to him. At first, he
seemed skittish, but finally, he seemed to settle down. Then Kristen
grabbed a saddle and a blanket from the tack room and expertly set
them on. The horse moved around a little, but Kristen tightened and
adjusted everything in almost no time. Finally, she took the reins in
her hand and nudged him a little. The horse started walking and
Kristen was walking alongside it with her hand on the saddle horn.

Suddenly, he bolted!

In one fluid motion, Kris swung herself on. The corral gate was open,
but the animal was headed for one of the corner posts. I had seen
horses do this before. He obviously intended to brush her off against
the post. But Kristen dug her heels in and jerked his head around. He
went into a full gallop, but it was through the center of the opening,
and they went flying across the field.

Then a heard a female voice behind me say, "Holy Fuck!"

I looked around and the girls were standing there. All three had their
jaws hanging down, but Denise had her hand over her mouth.

I finished with the horses; then we all got on and joined up with
Kristen.
Her mount was breathing hard, but he was docile as a lamb, and Kristen
was sitting on him as though she'd been riding him forever.

I rode up alongside her and said, "You have horses of your own,
right?"

She grinned and nodded.

The upper creek was a good hour and a half ride from the house, so we
had plenty of time to talk. Denise teased Kris by saying that she was
the Lone Ranger's daughter, and Desi claimed that Kris should work
with Kate as a riding instructor. By the time we reached the picnic
spot, the temperature was in the high 80s. Desi immediately sank the
six-pack of Coke in the creek, and we watered and tied the horses. I
had brought a couple of blankets, so we used them to make a nice
little camp under a tree a few yards from the creek. Then we settled
down and began  chomping on salami sandwiches.

The creek is about twenty feet wide here and about six or seven feet
deep. It was a perfect place for a dip and I was looking forward to it
after lunch.

Kristen was sitting next to me and Denise was talking animatedly with
her about horses.

Della was being her typical aloof self; she was sitting a little away
from us and staring at the mountains. I thought to myself that this
was actually an improvement. A while back, she wouldn't have been here
at all unless Sam was here for her to lean on.

Desi was munching on her sandwich, but she was stealing glances at
Kristen every once in a while.

I watched these four pretty girls and thought about how lucky I was to
know them. I couldn't keep a smile from my face.

Kristen is sensational. She's beyond anything I had imagined.
I was beginning to feel about her as I had about Sam, and it's scary.

I looked at Desi and thought about how she had matured before my eyes.
But this jealousy thing was getting tiresome, and I wanted to spank
her as much as I wanted to hug her.

Della had matured as well, but right now she was put-off by Kristen. I
was seeing a side of her I had never imagined. She was jealous! 
I wondered what it would be like to spend some time with her if
Kristen wasn't around.

The biggest change was in Denise. The wise-ass, trash-talking girl I
had first met was now a happy-sounding, friendly girl. I wanted to
grab her and hold her close to me. 

I thought about Denise, Tammy, and Amy, and what a difference a
stable, loving home life had meant to these girls. It almost brought
tears to my eyes, and I promised myself I would do my damnedest to
make sure any child of mine would have that kind of a home life. I
guess I had a strange expression on my face, because Kris looked over
at me and raised her eyebrow, but I just shook my head.

Now it was really getting hot, and Denise said, "Hey! Last one in the
creek is a pussy," and she started taking off her boots. The next
thing I knew, clothes were flying everywhere, and Denise and Desi were
running to the creek, their bikini-clad bottoms bouncing as they ran.

I made sure the horses were secure before I began taking off my boots.
As I was doing so, I happened to glance at Della. She had her boots
and pants off, but she was standing transfixed, staring at something.
I looked to see what it was, and saw that it was Kristen walking naked
to the creek.


As soon as Kristen slid into the water, a laughing Denise tore off her
top and threw it on the shore. A few seconds later, Desi did the same
thing, and a moment after that, her bottoms appeared, as well.

By this time, I was down to my trunks, so I made a beeline for the
water. It was icy-cold and took my breath away for a second, which was
just long enough for all three of the girls to jump on me and try to
pull off my suit. I really didn't mind, but I was a little embarrassed
because my penis was about half-way hard. Even in the cold water, I
couldn't help reacting to all these lovable ladies.

I fought mightily (sort of) but they were successful in removing my
trunks. Soon, we were having a ball dunking and splashing each other.
Even Della joined us in the creek, but she kept her suit on and
watched from a respectful distance.

Once we'd had enough, we all got out, Denise pulled off her bottoms
and the four of us lay on the blankets and air-dried. When I looked at
Denise, it was the first time I had ever seen a redhead 'down there.'
I don't know why, but I was surprised that the hair there was red
there as well.

I lay facedown until the ladies grabbed me and turned me over, and I
had to look away from them and concentrate on other things for a
while.

Then Kristen did something odd. Della was sitting by herself on the
edge of the blanket that was farthest from us and Kristen went over
and sat by her. You could tell that Della was a little uneasy, but
Kristen started talking quietly to her. After a minute, Kristen got up
and pulled on her clothes, then went back to Della. They were too far
away for me to hear what they were saying, but Kristen seemed to do
most of the talking.

Desi, Denise, and I were talking and I noticed Desi watching Denise
sneak looks at my penis. I was having fun watching them and every time
Denise would glance at me, I would tighten my thigh muscles and cause
my cock to move a little. Finally, Desi frowned at me and said, "Knock
it off, Pete. Quit teasing her!"

I said, "Who's teasing!" as I grabbed both of them, pulled them on top
of me and began kissing them.

They both shrieked and jumped up, and I lay there laughing.

I looked at Della and Kristen. They had seen what happened, and both
were smiling.

We finally got dressed and headed back to the ranch. Desi and Denise
rode with me, while Kristen and Della rode behind us and talked.

When we got back, the girls asked Kristen and me if we had plans for
the evening. When we said no, they told us that they would call us
later.

I started putting the horses away and Kristen went into the house to
clean up.

After I finished, I went inside. She was fresh out of the shower,
sitting naked on a chair in the bedroom, looking out the window at the
mountains.

I showered, then pulled up a chair next to her, and we sat quietly. I
was actually kind of tired from the sun and because we hadn't slept
much last night.

She finally said, "It's beautiful here. It's a lot like my grandpa's
place in Italy. It feels like we're a million miles from LA."

I was about to agree when the phone rang. It was Della, saying her
folks were back and would like to see me, and asking if we would join
them for dinner. Kristen nodded her approval, and we agreed to be
there at seven.

When I hung up, I looked at the clock, and it was just after four, so
I asked Kristen what she would like to do until then.

She got up, went to the bed, and said, "Please come here."

I lay down next to her and she kissed me. Then she straddled my chest
facing me, and brought her pussy to my mouth.

In a husky voice, she said, "Make me wet."

I eagerly complied by giving her left knee a dozen butterfly kisses.
When I started licking between her thighs, Kris whimpered, then
hissed, "God, yes, Pete!" Before long, I could taste the beginnings of
her arousal. Everything about Kristen was richer and stronger than
other girls. It wasn't objectionable at all; it was just more
definite. When she came, her nectar had an almost earthy flavor, and
even a while later, anything she had come in contact with had the odor
of sex. I was beginning to love that odor.

In a very few minutes, she had a small, preliminary orgasm and she sat
back for a minute. By this time, I was hard as steel, and Kris
noticed. She moaned, then she backed up and slid herself onto my
turgid member.

I could feel every ridge inside her. It was an amazing feeling, but
just as I was really getting into things, she slid off and lay down
next to me.

Surprised, I cried, "Kris, wha--?"

She interrupted, "Pete, I want you to show me how to please you. I
want you to show me everything. I want to know how you feel when you
lick me and I want to know how you and I both taste."

I was intrigued, but couldn't decide where to start, so Kristen
decided for me by touching my erection. It was slick with her juices,
and she rubbed for a second; then she tasted her fingers. She did it
several times, almost like she was sampling a wine. Afterward, she
grimaced a little, bent over and touched her lips to my penis. She
didn't do anything else; she just let her lips rest there for a
minute. Then I could feel her tongue touching and feeling around.

She sat back with a curious look on her face and licked her lips. She
asked, "So this is what I taste like?"

I said, "You never tasted yourself before?"

She glanced up with sort of a guilty look and said, "Well, uhh, not
after having made love." 

Then she bent down again. This time she got the whole head and an inch
or so of my member into her mouth before she suddenly pulled her head
away. She had tears in her eyes and she was swallowing rapidly. 

I said, "That's your gag reflex. These things take getting used to."

She swallowed a few times and said, "I've seen pictures, and one time
I saw a movie where a girl took a whole one of these in her mouth. How
do you get something that big in there?"

I thought I'd make a joke, so I replied, "The same way you get to
Carnegie Hall. Practice, practice, practice."

She glowered at me, cleared her throat a couple of times and tried it
again. She got as far down on me as she did before, then stopped. Her
throat convulsed a couple of times, but she stayed with it and began
moving slowly up and down. I had to caution her once by saying, "Watch
the teeth," but within minutes, she seemed to get the hang of it.

I was going to tell her about the use of the tongue and things, but I
figured it might be too much information for a first time. Besides,
before long, it was starting to feel very good. Soon, I couldn't help
but give out a little moan.

Watching a girl give you oral sex is a fascinating sight, especially
if she's someone you like. There's a lot more to it than just the
sensation. If she's doing it and seems to be enjoying it, it's like
she's surrendering herself to you in a very intimate way. I know how I
feel when I go down on a girl. 
I know it feels good to her and I love giving her those feelings.

Kristen was a quick study. She could tell when it was feeling
especially good to me, and started using her tongue. She even put her
hand on the part she couldn't get in her mouth, and worked it along
with the up and down motion.

When I felt myself get ready, I said, "Kris, I'm uhh..."

She must have sensed it, because she pulled her head back and finished
me with her hand.  She seemed to be startled, or even awestruck as I
spurted a good two feet in the air. Some of it landed on her arm and
she stared at for a while before she finally picked up a little and
rubbed it between her fingers. 

I lay back for a while to recuperate and watched as she played with
it. She smelled it and even touched her tongue to it. When she did,
she made a face, and said, "It's not too bad; it smells a little like
bleach and tastes kind of salty."

I said, "I understand it depends on what you've had to eat lately."
Then I grinned and added, "This is what I taste like when I've had
salami sandwiches for lunch."

She asked, "What do I taste like to you?"

"Well, you just tasted yourself. What do you think?"

She sat there thinking about it, and I was struck by how wacky the
situation was. But she was so cute sitting there that I couldn't stay
away from her; I pushed her on her back and got on top of her. She was
smiling as I entered her; then she wrapped her legs around my back and
met my every thrust with one of her own.

I don't know how to describe how our lovemaking went, other than to
say it was wonderful. I don't remember ever feeling such passion
before. 
I wanted her to be a part of me. I wanted to wear her like a coat. It
was incredible. It must have felt good for her too, because she
tightened her legs until it felt as though she was trying to get my
entire body inside her, and when I came, I slammed into her so hard
that she cried out in pain.

I think she was as surprised as I was by the intensity of it, because
neither of us could move for a while. When we finally got enough
strength to move and after we cleaned up, we lay down again and were
both quiet for a while.

For a few minutes, I couldn't think of anything but her and what had
just happened, but after a while, some other thoughts ran through my
mind. I had been wondering since we got back from the ride, what she
and Della had been talking about, so I asked her.

She looked serious when she answered, "Della is a confused young lady.
It took her a while to open up, but when she did, it was an
outpouring. She thinks she's in love with you, but she's not sure. She
says she dreams about her friend Sam a lot and the dreams are erotic.
I wish I could bring her to LA with us. I know some people there who
could help her."

I was shocked that Della still thought she might still be in love with
me, and I was also surprised that Kristen was taking it so calmly. But
I was also touched by her concern for Della and I told her so. It
seemed to break the ice and she was suddenly in my arms. The second I
felt her next to me again, my mind went blank, and all other thoughts
left me. I kissed her, held her close and without thinking what I was
saying, I whispered, "I love you!"

Kris stopped moving for a minute, and when she looked up at me, there
were tears in her eyes. She buried her face against my chest for a
second; then I heard her quietly say, "And, I love you."

	* * * * *

Around 6:45 p.m., we started to walk over to the Torres ranch. We were
almost out the door when my brain kicked in. I stopped her, then made
her go back and put on some panties.

Mrs. Torres met me with a huge hug and when I introduced Kristen, she
took her arm and we went into the living room. Mr. Torres was sitting
in his big chair, and when we came in, he got up and shook my hand. In
his big, booming voice, he said, "God Dammit, boy, you've grown a foot
since you left here." Then he looked at Kristen and in a much gentler
voice, said, "You must be the Kristen everyone's talking about. How do
you do? I'm Joe Torres." And he bent and kissed her hand.

Mr. Torres is a big, ham-fisted guy; but the gesture was very
old-worldly, and impressive as hell.

Kristen surprised me by doing something I'd only seen done in movies.
She dropped her eyes demurely, bent her knees and did a perfect
curtsy.

Mr. Torres laughed out loud and threw his arms around both of us; then
he marched us in the kitchen and poured us both a glass of wine. My
first taste was enjoyable, but Kris sipped hers and paused, then
sipped again. She looked puzzled as she told Mr. Torres, "This is
quite good, but I don't recognize the flavor."

He raised his eyebrow and laughed again before he answered, "Our
nickname for it is 'Jerry's Joy Juice.' It's a private blend produced
by some friends of ours who live near the Napa Valley. About 40% of it
is made from pinot noir grapes, and several legacy varieties make up
the rest. That's probably why the flavor stumped you."

Kris nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "What legacy varieties do they
use?"

Mr. Torres shrugged. "I don't actually remember. Angie and Jerry
belong to a group that tries to preserve genetic diversity in
agriculture, and I can't keep track of all the obscure cultivars of
what crop they are planting where. For example, this year, they are
growing eight different strains of cabbage. 
But, I have to say that I like the results of this batch; their wine
is quite a treat for the palate!"

Kris agreed, and started using words like "finish" and "bouquet" in
ways I didn't recognize. I pondered learning more about the subject,
but found my attention wandering. Mrs. Torres had just reappeared, and
she was bringing with her food that smelled so good that my mouth
watered.

Dinner was great! The food was a mixture of Italian and Mexican and
the dishes kept coming. Mr. Torres kept saying to me, "You're not
driving, are you?" I would shake my head and he would pour us some
more of that excellent wine.

Everyone was being polite to Kristen and before long, she ended up
being the center of attention. She was vague about who her dad was,
but when I mentioned that she made frequent trips to Italy, and that
her family owned a winery, everyone wanted to know what Italy was
like. Mr. Torres got an "Aha!" look on his face when Kris mentioned
the winery, but didn't say anything.

Bob showed up after dinner and Desi went off with him. The rest of us
went to the living room and talked. Denise was asking Kristen a
million questions about school in LA, and even Della joined in. We had
a very good time, but around nine o'clock, Kristen and I both started
yawning. So, we got up and thanked everyone. As we were leaving Della
said to Kristen that they were going to the beauty parlor tomorrow to
get ready for the party and asked if she wanted to come along.

Kristen responded with a definite "Yes!" and the two of us walked back
to the house.

It was barely ten o'clock when we crawled into bed. Kristen snuggled
next to me. I put my arm around her and she lay her head on my chest.
We were asleep almost immediately.

	Saturday

We had left the curtains open, so the sun was streaming in when I woke
up the next morning. I don't think either of us moved all night,
because Kristen was still lying in my arms. Having her this close and
holding her was one of the most wonderful feelings I could ever
remember, and I lay there thinking about it. I was really falling for
this girl, and it was terrific.

I was so happy that I really didn't want to move, but the bathroom
called, so I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could. When I came
out, Kristen was sitting up, rubbing her eyes.

I said, "Good morning, sunshine!"

She frowned at me, then got up and headed toward the bathroom.
Half-way there, she turned and still glowering, grumbled, "How can you
be so damn cheerful in the morning?"

I shrugged and said, "Well, maybe it's because I woke up next to the
most beautiful girl in the world." 
The glower on her face was wiped away by a big smile before she even
turned around, and I swear she skipped the rest of the way to the
bathroom.

It was a beautiful day, but it was already starting to get warm, so I
lay on top the covers and looked at the mountains. I could hear
Kristen moving around and singing in the bathroom, and I started to
get hard just from thinking about her. She came out a few minutes
later and walked next to the bed, then stretched and yawned. She
looked down at me, then at my manhood. She kept her eye on it as she
bent down and kissed it right on the head. It immediately sprang to
full attention. She grinned, and put her mouth on it.
She licked it a little to get it wet; then she climbed onto the bed
and settled herself onto it. 

It wasn't the first time I had made love first thing in the morning,
but, somehow, this seemed much different. It was almost other-worldly.
Could this be what it was like to really be in love? If it was, why
was it so painful thinking about it?

Finally I had to shake myself and clear my head in order to get back
to the business at hand. 

We didn't move a lot at the beginning, but as soon as she got nice and
wet, we started in earnest. Because she was on top, she had control of
how deep I was in her, but my hands were free to stroke and caress
her. I licked the fingers of my right hand and used them to wet her
left nipple. She seemed to enjoy that, but when I blew lightly on her
nipple as I tweaked it with my fingers, she moaned and squeezed me
with her vaginal muscles. I guessed that meant she enjoyed that a lot.

I was as hard as steel and I could feel myself occasionally hitting
bottom. However, she didn't seem to mind those events, and before
long, we were thrusting against each other. My left hand seemed to
have a will of its own as it moved to Kris' clit and began to gently
brush it. She kept whispering, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Our thrusts grew
faster and faster. I could feel her start to peak; so I held off 'til
she was ready and when we came together, it felt like an explosion!

I guess the intensity surprised both of us, because when I looked up
at her, she had a shocked look on her face. I must have looked stunned
as well, because at almost the same time, we said, "Oh, Wow!"

After we recovered somewhat, we went downstairs and I sat, while
Kristen was making us some eggs. We kept glancing self-consciously at
each other.

I think we may have decided at the same time that we had to do
something about this, because I saw Kristen look me directly in the
eye before she turned the fire off under the half-cooked eggs and
started toward me. I met her half-way, and we started hugging. Then we
both started talking.

Finally, Kris put her hand over my mouth and said, "You first or me?"

I couldn't hold things back any longer, so I started talking. "Kris,
I'm so in love with you it's driving me crazy and I think you love me,
too. I want us to quit being surprised when it seems to overwhelm us.
I think it's supposed to. Don't you?"

She looked at me for a while before she answered. Then she lay her
head on my chest and sighed, "Oh, thank you, Pete, thank you! I've
been waiting for you to say you love me. I think I fell in love with
you the first time I saw you in the lunchroom at school. You're right.
I think it IS supposed to overwhelm us. I know it sure overwhelms me."

Then she pulled back and looked into my eyes. She said, "But dear, I
have a request. Can we put any thoughts of what's in store for us on
hold until we get back from our trip? I'm having the time of my life,
and I want it to continue."

After the intensity of what I just said to her, what she said was kind
of a relief. I decided to aim for a little humor, so I used a phony
hick accent when I said, "Deal! Na-ow, hurry up an' cook my breakfast,
woe-man; Ah has to go check on the horses!" Then I walked out to the
barn. I heard her giggling as she went back to the eggs.

I didn't really have to check on the horses; the ranch hand, Jack,
took care of them every morning. But I needed to think about what I
had just said. I had actually told Kris that I loved her. And I meant
it!
I was scared to death!
Was it true?
If it was true, then what about Amy? Did I love Kris more than I loved
Amy? Less? The same?

Suddenly, it was too much for me and I slammed my fist into the barn
wall!

My hand hurt like hell! I flexed it experimentally and it didn't feel
like anything was broken, but there were several cut knuckles, and as
I watched, they started to bleed.

I covered it with my other hand and started back to the house. I knew
that punching the wall had been a dumb thing to do, but it had served
a purpose. It let me settle down until I could think more clearly.
Kris was right. I was going to put things behind me until we got home.

When I got back to the kitchen, I mumbled something about having
slipped, and Kristen washed my hand and put some 'neo-something' on it
from the medicine cabinet, along with a couple of Band-aids. Then she
pronounced me able to go back into battle.

So I chased her around the kitchen for a while, just to make sure.
That got her giggling again.

	* * * * *

Kristen had brought some cash, and I had also grabbed some from my
stash at home. But Dad had advised us that carrying cash around,
especially in Las Vegas, was not a good idea, so we decided to get
some travelers checks. The bank in Cantil was open until noon on
Saturdays, so after breakfast, we drove there. We were standing in
line when the door to an office marked "Private" opened and the
brunette whom I'd seen at the movie on Thursday night came out. She
was dressed nicely and I had a chance to get a good look at her.

She looked to be in her mid- to late thirties. She was about five feet
five. Her hair was wavy brown and hung to the middle of her back. Her
two best features seemed to be a small waist and a very impressive
rack, which, at this moment, seemed to be trying to push its way
through the top of her business suit.

She saw me staring at her, and walked over to us. She reminded me a
little of a younger Raquel Welch. She had that same, almost wild look
about her. When she got close, she said, "Hi Pete!" Then, she looked
at Kristen. But, she didn't just glance at her; she looked her up and
down, like a rude guy would if he met a good-looking girl.

Kristen stiffened a little, but she didn't cringe or look away.
Instead, her face got cold and her eyes narrowed. Kristen had two
inches of height and a few pounds on the older woman. But those few
pounds and a lot of others were pure muscle, and she looked annoyed.

When the woman saw the look on Kristen's face, her eyes flickered for
a second; then she broke out in a smile, stuck out her hand and said,
"Hi, I'm Nicole."

Kristen shook her hand, but she didn't smile back. Instead, she said,
frostily, "Hello, I'm Kristen. Are you a friend of Pete's?"

Nicole was still smiling when she looked at me, and said, "We've met."

For the life of me, I couldn't remember her, and I started to ask her
where, but just then, the annoying tone that announced that a teller
was waiting, went off. I turned to see which one and when I looked
back, Nicole was wagging her fingers at us, and walking out the front
door.

When we got to the teller, I asked her if she knew who the woman was.
She said, "Of course. That's Mrs. Fell. Her husband owns the bank."

We did our banking, and on the way back to the car, Kristen asked me
where I knew Nicole from, and I told her I had no idea.

Kristen said, "I've seen women like her before. I don't like her."

"Yeah, I saw that. Boy, she was sure looking you over. Do you think
she's a lesbian?"

"I don't know! Lesbians have hit on me, but her look was different. 
I think she's a predator. I don't think it would matter to her what
sex I was."

Suddenly intrigued, I asked, "Have you ever thought about being with
another woman?"

"I've thought about it. I've heard the old saying, 'No-one knows how
to make love to a woman better than another woman,' but I don't
believe it. 
I like men. I like the fact that you have muscles and hard places on
your body. I love it when you're on top of me. I especially love it
when you're inside me."

I was thinking what Kris said when we got to the car, and I could feel
myself getting hard. I opened the door for her, and as she stepped in,
she dragged her hand across the tent in my pants. The tent grew bigger
and my heart sped up.

When we got back to the house, Kristen said she had to hurry and get
ready, because Della was going to pick her up. So I followed her
upstairs.

The shower in Kate's bathroom had clear glass walls, so when Kristen
stepped in, I sat down to watch.

I watched her during the entire time she took her shower. It was
interesting and very erotic. The last thing she did was wash between
her legs. Afterward, as she stepped out and was toweling off, she
looked at me seductively, then cooed, "How would you like to help me
with something?"

I nodded like a bobble-head doll.

"Go to the kitchen and bring back a large bowl."

"Uhh, what for?

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and in a husky voice, said,
"I want you to do something very intimate for me."

I had no idea what she had in mind, but I flew downstairs and looked
for a bowl. A ton of things were running through my head. What could
we use a bowl for? Was it something kinky? 

Oh God! I just remembered the time that a guy at school had brought a
book that showed women peeing in bowls. I hope it isn't that!

I found a bowl and rushed back upstairs.

When I came into the room, she had laid a towel on the bed and was
rummaging around in her overnight case and putting things on the night
stand.

She looked at the bowl and said, "Fill it with hot water and bring it
here."

My mind seized! It couldn't be! Alice had told me that some guys would
pay the girls big money to give each other enemas! Could it be that? 

Kristen lay on the bed, spread her legs, and reached for my hand.

I watched wide-eyed as she took my hand and placed it lightly between
her legs. She moved it up and down a little and suddenly, I understood
what she wanted and I sighed with relief!

This wasn't kinky. (Well, maybe a little.) She wanted me to shave her!
 
The idea was so intriguing that my little soldier immediately stood at
attention.

Kristen has magnificent jet-black hair. It's slightly wavy and hangs
past her shoulders. It's full, thick, and shiny, and was one of the
features that first attracted me to her. But, her body is very smooth
and free of hair. She has a small patch just above her sex, and it had
always been nicely trimmed. But, now, I could feel the beginnings of
stubble around her mound.

She reached over, picked up some shaving cream and a razor from the
nightstand, grinned at me and said, "Do you think you can do a little
touch-up? It's starting to snag on my panties." 
My little soldier stood even straighter. 

I grinned back at her, said, "At your service, madam!" then I bent and
kissed her right on her opening. She shuddered a little, so, since my
face was already in the area, I ran my tongue along her slit a couple
of times.

She cried, "Oh God, not now! They'll be here before long!"

I frowned for a second, then shrugged and reached for the shaving
cream.

The shaving turned out to be even more fun than I'd thought it would
be! 
It gave me the opportunity to really look close at a woman's private
area in good light.

Kristen has olive skin. The lips of her vagina have a dark tinge and
there is also a dark area around her rectum.
 
It wasn't that way now, but when she gets excited her labia gets
puffy, everything around her mound and breasts turns a rich red, and
her whole body gets flushed. It's extremely sexy looking, because you
know for sure that she's really into what's going on. 

I was very careful to make sure I didn't nick her, and I was almost
finished when she broke out in gales of laughter.

When I asked why she was cracking up, it took her a minute to stop and
catch her breath. She said, "Whenever you shave in a difficult spot,
you stick your tongue out and scrunch up your face. It's the funniest
looking thing I ever saw!"

I scowled at her, and she started laughing again, but I was careful as
I finished. She handed me some hand cream, and as I applied it, I
asked her, "How do you usually do this?"

"Well, sometimes I do it myself, but usually the people at 'Wretched
Excess' do it." 

Shocked, I exclaimed, "They do this for you!?!"

"Sure, they do almost anything you want. When your family goes in to
claim their Christmas presents, they are going to be pampered beyond
anything they imagined. The whole thing takes almost eight hours."

"Eight hours!" I exclaimed. "What could take eight hours?"

"Well, part of it is a gourmet lunch, but each of them will have two
or three people attending them the whole time, and they'll get a mud
bath, a full body massage; they'll have their hair done, including cut
and color if they like. They'll have a manicure, a pedicure, a wax or
trim like you just did, and full party makeup. They're going to look
and feel like a million dollars."

I whistled. "Wow, what does something like that usually cost?"

"The full deal like they're getting is $500."

Now I gasped. "WHAT! You gave presents like that to all the girls,
even Kate and Tammy?"

She was laughing again. "Relax! We own the place. The people who work
there make more money than the presidents of some corporations.
They're so happy to work there, they don't mind at all when we hand
out freebees."

"How come you own a place like that?"

"Well, it was my mom's idea. She and her Beverly Hills buddies could
never get in to have things done when they wanted to, so she bought
the best place in town and gave it to my brother. She said that he
could run it however he wanted, but there had to always be an opening
for her and her friends. This was five years ago, so he was only 21
and still in college, but he worked every day after school at this and
several other ventures. 'Wretched Excess' has turned into the most
successful place of its kind. They only cater to regular customers now
and they're always full.  Someone has to die for a new person to get
on the list. I can't tell you how many movie stars we turn down."

My head was spinning when I heard Della honk her horn.

Kristen threw on some clothes and said, "It'll take two or three
hours. Try to stay out of trouble 'til I get back." She kissed me and
dashed out the door.

I sighed and gazed longingly at her as she left.

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