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The following is fiction of an adult nature. If I believed in
setting age limits for things, you'd have to be eighteen to read
this and I'd never have bothered to write it. IMHO, if you can
read and enjoy, then you're old enough to read and enjoy.
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All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination and any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly a blunder on my
part.
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Official stuff: Story codes: teen, mf, ff, con, orgy, inter.
If stories like this offend you, you will offend ME if you read
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Tom's Diary
Saturday, March 30, 2002
We slept in past eight, then made love again, Mom on top, riding
me hard. We had a leisurely shower, a leisurely breakfast that
Jenny and Dad joined.
By 9:30, Dad and I were off to Mary's to meet the lawyer; it was
a long, excruciatingly dull morning. The policemen were the same
ones from the other day at the hospital; Surly and Polite. They
managed to piss everyone off, including our lawyer, before they
were finished. Finally, they were done, and gone out the door.
A bit later Mary, Shannon and Elizabeth had finished packing for
their sojourn; they drove over to our house for a late lunch.
When we got home, Mom handed me a silver cell phone. JR flashed
hers at me, a dark blue one. Even Jenny had one, lighter blue
for her. Mom had programmed in a few numbers to start with, I
did a couple more for Tony and Sue Ellen.
After lunch, Mary and Elizabeth left to make funeral arrangements
for her husband; Shannon shook her head when asked if she was
going along. Instead, she did something remarkable.
I've heard violins all my life; my parents love music,
particularly classical music. My own tastes pretty much match
theirs; I've never gotten very excited about music that has
unintelligible lyrics and the music is nothing but drums and
guitars.
Shannon didn't play anything like that! She put up her music
stand, put some music on it, and then tuned her violin. I was
sitting on the couch with JR and Jenny, the three of us reading.
We didn't read long because Shannon was utterly wonderful. After
a few minutes Mom and Dad had come in and were sitting quietly on
the other couch, Mom snuggled up next to Dad, her feet curled up
on the sofa.
Shannon played for the better part of an hour, solid pieces.
Bach, Mozart, Debussy; all kinds of composers.
Finally she did a little curtsey, and we all clapped loudly.
"Now I'm going to practice," she told us. "Comments aren't
wanted or needed."
"You play really well, Shannon," Mom told her.
"Yes," the rest of us chorused.
Shannon reached down and picked up some of the sheet music she'd
been playing from. "Notes. You can teach someone to play all
the right notes on a violin... that takes a year or two. Another
couple of years to get them to play notes the right length.
After that, it's just the souls of the composer and musician and
how each sees the music. How the music expressed."
I'd seen sheet music before; it had always been a mystery to me.
"If it's all written down, how does it come out different?"
"Just like two people can't read the same lines from a play or
poem the same, two people can't play a piece of music the same."
She grinned. "And some musicians take what the composer wrote as
just the starting place, and add a lot of themselves to it."
She must have seen I still wasn't sure. "I can say, 'Come here,
Tom.' My tone is soft and even. I can say, 'Come here, Tom!'
and raise my voice; it doesn't mean the same thing. You can put
embellishments into music, just like when you're talking.
Slurring words and notes together, adding an extra note just to
make it sound better, or slightly change the meaning. 'Can you
come here, Tom?'"
That made sense. "Well, you speak really good with your violin!"
I told Shannon.
She practiced another half hour, and then said she was tired and
was going to take a nap.
I was feeling mellow and wonderful, a nap sounded like a good
idea to me, so around two I laid down on my bed; both JR and
Jenny curled up with me. We just slept, only kissing lightly for
a few seconds first.
Mom woke us up around three thirty, Jenny and I got first dibs
on the shower, and by four we were dressed. Jenny was wearing
shorts and a t-shirt; I put on jeans and a t-shirt as well. We
packed toothbrushes and some other things in a small bag that Dad
lent us; then we bid everyone else goodbye. Dad made sure I had
two copies of the map, and the phone number of the hotel
programmed into my phone.
We pulled up at Sue Ellen's a quarter past the hour; there were
more cars there than I ever remembered seeing. We knocked on the
door, and Sue Ellen met us and waved us in.
"Would you believe, Tom, that you're the last?"
"Of course we're the last," I said with a laugh, "we just got
here."
"No silly, you're the last of the people we invited. Must be
some horny people here! Wanting to get started early!"
"Me!" Jenny said primly, and Sue Ellen giggled, eyeing Jenny.
"Come on into the family room." She led the way; I looked
around. Quite a crowd.
Janey nodded to me, then got up. "I wanted to say a few words
before things got going; I'd thought I wouldn't be getting around
to that until closer to five. Oh well..." There were chuckles.
"First things first. I've been a bitch the last couple of
years; no two ways to look at it. I joined the cheerleaders,
made the squad my first year. I saw nothing wrong with the
initiation rites; chowing down on my teammates, having them go
down on me. I mean, I like these things; I did before I ever got
to high school.
"I know it sounds stupid, but it never occurred to me that other
people might not feel the same way about it," she nodded to me.
"Tom Ferguson took me to task last week, raised my consciousness,
so to speak. At first, I was pissed; I'd just offered to have
real sex with a boy, the very first time I'd ever wanted to. And
not only did he turn me down, he told me I was wrong for forcing
people to be like me.
"I thought he was full of shit." She looked around the room,
before laughing bitterly. "Someone was sure full of it, me."
She tapped herself on the chest.
"Tom told me Sue Ellen didn't like being with girls all that
much. That was news to me; I've liked Sue Ellen since the first
time I saw her. She was the person I wanted when I had a chance.
I went and asked her if what Tom said was true, or if she'd
bull-shitted him or something.
"Sue Ellen set me straight. Oh, she likes me. Likes me a lot."
The two of them traded grins. "She likes sex a lot, too."
"Amen," Tony added, and everyone laughed.
"No, this is serious," Janey said. "She'd gotten pissed at me
because she didn't like jerking off just any guy and didn't like
going down on just any girl. And that's what we did. Used to
do, because it's going to be different next year. I promise. Of
course, I'm a senior and out of here; we had a team meeting, Sue
Ellen's back on the squad. I hope she's captain of the squad
next year. I do.
"So, here we are. People Sue Ellen and I know personally, or
known personally to people we trust. Eight couples, four
individuals and your two hostesses. That's twenty-two
altogether, for you football players." There were smiles; I
looked around again. Tony and Jack Scott. Actually, not a large
number of football players. And Jack Scott was really the star
of the baseball team.
"We're here to have fun. Sex, too." More smiles. "Simple
rules. If someone says no, well, that's no. This is a coercion
free zone. Also booze and drug free zone. Sue Ellen's parents
are paranoid about losing their house because someone smoked a
joint; not going to happen, is it?" There were a lot of nods.
"There is a cooler with sodas and juice stuff here." She waved
at a big Coleman cooler in a corner. "There's more in the
kitchen, plus ice tea and lemonade. This isn't our house, and we
are not pigs. Use something, put it away. Empty a can, put it
in the recycling. Use a glass; the dishwasher is in the kitchen.
If it's full, turn it on. If you have some coffee and empty the
pot, make a new one. Simple little things.
"Around ten or so, we'll order pizza and Chinese takeout.
Whoever answers the door will be dressed; the rest of the time,
it's up to you. Please do not go wandering around outside,
starkers, except around the pool. Somehow we forgot to mention
swim wear," she grinned and there were laughs.
"Sue Ellen's parent's room is out of bounds. Her room and two
guest rooms are okay. One of the guest rooms has two double
beds, for those who don't mind someone else maybe seeing how you
work. By the pool is the pool house; there are five dressing
rooms, each with a couch that folds out to a small bed. They are
folded out." More smiles. "Most of the furniture has sheets or
blankets on them; if they get too gross, there's a laundry basket
in the kitchen, and more sheets and blankets on the table next to
it.
"This room and the home theater, through there," she pointed to
the door. "Feel free to be as frisky as you want; understanding
that you aren't going to necessarily have any privacy. That's a
personal choice of the people involved. If it bugs you, if
anything bugs you, please do us a favor and leave. Once you
leave, please don't come back.
"Second to last, Sue Ellen wants us to wind things up by one
tomorrow afternoon. If you stay past that, you will be put on
the cleanup squad. And last, but not least." She held up
several decks of cards. "This is for our icebreaker. A little
strip poker. We will break up into two groups of seven and one
group of eight and play until there is a winner and a bunch of
naked losers."
That brought guffaws from everyone. "We range in age from
eighth grade to seniors; eight guys and fourteen girls. There
are four girls here who are lesbians. Myself, Jennifer Reese,"
She pointed to Jenny, "Michelle Paz," Another girl, vaguely
oriental; I didn't recognize her. Michelle had long black hair
down to the middle of her back, pretty cute. I mentally sighed,
she would have been nice!
"And," Janey went on, "Gaby Sanchez." A girl I did recognize
from the cheerleading squad. Short, also black hair, but short,
very short.
"Guys, if one of us comes on to you, what you do is your affair.
But please, don't try to start something with one of us. Our
choice, not yours," she motioned towards Sue Ellen. "Maestro,
the rest of the introductions, then the ah, pairings for the card
games."
Sue Ellen moved forward, stuck out her chest. Wow and double
wow! Her nipples were obviously hard, showing through her
t-shirt. "Tom Ferguson, who, although he doesn't know it, is the
spiritual father of this party. Janey wanted a venue where he
was going to have a tough time telling her no." I blushed, but
Sue Ellen went on. "My bud, Tony Richardson. We're still
friends, gonna be friends until the day we die." She went
through the names, starting with the boys. Since Gloria wasn't
there, I suspected she had indeed, been grounded.
"Now, we'll get on with the games," Sue Ellen grinned, and held
up a thin deck of cards. "I have here, a special deck; eight
aces, seven deuces and seven treys. Each of us will draw a card.
Aces will meet here," she pointed to a spot off to one side.
"Deuces in the theater and treys around the kitchen table."
She smiled. "Janey and I talked about it. We figure boys have
shoes and socks, jeans, shorts and a shirt. Seven pieces of
clothes. Girls, shoes, most likely no socks, jeans and undies,
blouse and bra. Six pieces. Guys first, how many of you have a
number other than seven?"
Only Tony raised his hand. "Six," he reported. "I figured, who
needs to know if I wear jockey shorts or boxers? Eh? Really?"
The room dissolved in laughter.
Then Sue Ellen asked the girls; several were wearing socks,
several, like Jenny and Sue Ellen, weren't wearing bras. Girls
with socks, got a start on undressing, Sue Ellen had them take
off their shoes. Then Janey picked up a box, and started passing
out dark blue baseball caps to all of the girls. Each cap had
the letters 'SE & J's Party.' on the front; braless girls got
two.
"Magic hats, ladies," Sue Ellen said with a grin. "When you
lose, find someone to give it to. To show who you'd like to ah,
talk to, first."
We all stood up, walked up to Sue Ellen and picked a card. I
got an ace, Jenny a three. "Good luck and happy hunting," I
whispered to her.
"You too," Jenny told me.
I joined with the other members of the group. Gaby Sanchez and
Jack Scott were the only ones I knew half well. Sue Ellen handed
me the cards. "You start the deal, pass it to your left, after
each hand. Seven-card stud. Whoever has the highest hand
chooses who loses something; whoever loses chooses what they
lose. If you run out of clothes, you're out. Last person in,
will play the other two winners in a showoff, er showdown." She
giggled, and then vanished.
Jack looked at us, macho captain of the baseball team, a decent
running back. Trying to take command.
"I'm Jack Scott," he waved to me.
"Tom Ferguson."
The girl next to me said she was Mindy Foraker. She was the
shortest person in the room, very thin, with shoulder length
blonde hair. Next person was Phil Frazier, a lanky redhead, well
over six feet. The next girl intrigued me; her eyes were the
same color as Mary's, hazel; her eyes were round, mesmerizing. I
thought she was about Jenny's age, but I wasn't sure. "Katrina
Foleyeva," she introduced herself.
The next girl said, "Fleur Winois." Fleur was almost as busty
as Sue Ellen, but much shorter, and much stockier, looked to be a
freshman or sophomore. Anna Jackson was a light-skinned black;
I'd seen her on the cheerleader squad, but had never talked to
her. She was tall and willowy thin, her hair done up in elegant
braids; not dreadlocks, but French braids.
The last girl was another blonde, pretty and cute at the same
time. "Fay Church."
I saw Gaby give Fay a little smile, saw the smile in return.
And so, I thought, it starts. I shuffled the cards, Mindy cut
them. When my hand touched hers, there was a small spark; static
from the rug. I saw her look at me and smile. I smiled back.
Oh yes! I was going to need all my strength for this!
Jack won the first hand, nodded at Fay. "You." Evidently, Jack
hadn't seen the exchange; he was surprised to get a shoe. Gaby
won the next hand; and she picked Fay too. This time, Fay handed
her baseball cap to Gaby. Leaned across the table and they
kissed. Well, I hoped Jack got the message.
And, echoing the thought, after that the girls ganged up on
Jack. With five people gunning for him, he quickly went out.
However, in there I won a hand and smiled at Mindy. "You." She
handed me her hat, still smiling. Cool! I smiled back and put
the cap on my head.
It was pretty clear pretty quickly who was embarrassed about
losing clothing essentials and who was not. Phil picked Anna
Jackson, and she promptly doffed her blouse, revealing that she
was one of the girls without a bra. I tried not to obviously
stare, but Anna was the first black girl I'd seen anywhere close
to nude; she had really nice breasts, peach shaped, with nipples
that were much blacker than the rest of her skin, small and
tight. Now that I could see them, they looked erect, too.
No doubt about it, I thought. There's not a girl sitting in
front of me this second I wouldn't want to do it with. Fleur
maybe, was the exception. Even Fleur sat and looked backed at me
with an interested, contemplative expression. Like she was
wondering what it would be like to be with me. Again, I tried
not to smile. The math was, I thought, simply superb. The party
was slated to last more than twenty hours. Fourteen girls, of
whom four were nominally lesbian; of course I was moderately sure
that Jenny was going to be with a guy this weekend, if no one
else, me. I was also tolerably sure at some point in time I'd be
with Janey. That was still more than an hour apiece, almost two
hours. Plenty of time to do the job right.
The thing to do, I thought, was get past the card game, get
started. I turned my attention back to the game. Once Jack was
out and Anna was bare from the waist up, people started getting
more into the spirit of things, although it was obvious Gaby and
Fleur were not going to be comfortable, nude. Fay was almost as
nervous; Mindy was, I thought, curious. So was Katrina.
Phil was trying to appear blase, like he got naked with a group
of horny girls every day. Kind of the attitude I was trying to
show.
I was picked twice in a row by Anna, and was shoe-less. Phil
won again, and Anna pulled off her jeans. Anna was wearing
French cut panties; which, she showed off, turning her back to us
while she was taking off her jeans. From behind, they barely
covered anything, revealing ass cheeks that were, I thought, even
more spectacular than Jenny's.
Any time Gaby or Fay won, they would choose the other; still it
took a while for anyone other than Anna to get to the interesting
point, and that was Fay. She took off her blouse, showing a
filmy bra. Katrina smiled slightly when I chose her, and she too
skipped the usual order, and took off her t-shirt. Katrina's
breasts were again, very, very nice. Hemispheres, but small,
with very tiny nipples that were almost the same color as her
skin.
I realized I was in danger of sensory overload; too much of a
good thing! I was getting to be like a kid in a candy store;
unable to decide what I wanted more, what to pick first. I
smiled at Mindy again, and she smiled back. Well, I'd picked, so
the rest was waiting.
Anna got on another roll, winning three straight hands; Phil
lost everything but his jeans and shorts. Fay won again, and
picked Phil. Boxer guy, but his erection was sticking out. Fay
giggled, some of the other girls smiled. Phil, showing his true
mettle, didn't wilt.
Gaby won, and she too picked Phil. He doffed his shorts, smiled
at the group, but stayed in the circle, even if he wasn't playing
any more.
Down to six people, things started to pick up. Anna won again,
picked Gaby; I won and picked Gaby. She giggled, took of her own
shirt, revealing nice, braless breasts. Katrina won, and picked
Anna, who promptly took off her panties, revealing a thick mat of
pussy hair that obscured just about everything between her legs.
Anna won twice more, and picked Katrina both times. Katrina was
wearing pale blue panties that bunched up between her legs, more
clearly revealing her feminine anatomy than you could see looking
at Anna, who wasn't wearing anything. Katrina took off her
panties with a small blush, and then she too stayed in the
circle.
Gaby went out, then Fleur won twice in a row, and Fay was out.
I looked at Anna, who was giggling, then at Mindy. I'd lost my
shoes and a sock by that point. Anna had shoes and socks;
obviously expecting not to be chosen again. It was, I thought,
pretty clear that Anna was using strategy to win; it had never
occurred to me to try.
Mindy was at the edge of losing significant clothes. I won, and
picked Mindy, the second time I'd picked on her. She shed her
blouse. Mindy's breasts were small, little more than puffy
nipples; they looked like the breasts of someone eleven or
twelve. Fleur won and chose Mindy, who also was wearing blue
panties. Fay won and Mindy was out; a pussy as bare as JR's.
Fleur won and chose Anna, who generously doffed a shoe. I won,
and made her take off her other. Anna won twice in a row, and
Fleur was suddenly down to panties. Fleur was stocky, and had
breasts that were perhaps the least appealing of any I'd seen;
like pudding, sagging already. A thick waist, her hips were only
marginally wider than her waist.
I won and picked Fleur. Her pussy hair was a surprise; like Sue
Ellen's, a neatly trimmed vertical bar. On Fleur, though, it was
easy to see why: she had the most dramatic tan lines, showing
that pussy hair anyplace else would have stuck out of her swim
suit. I blinked; Sue Ellen didn't have tan lines! How many
times had I come over here to swim? A billion or more; never a
hint of skinny-dipping. Obviously, I'd missed something there.
Now it was Anna and I. And the Gods of Cards decided that she'd
won enough, and I won three straight hands and she was out.
Sue Ellen, wearing only a t-shirt, was standing a few feet away,
and she grinned. "I always knew Tom Ferguson was good. Only in
the last few days have I come to learn how tough he is to beat!"
She gestured to me. "But now, we have to find out who is the
real champ." A girl I didn't know came in, wearing just a bra.
"Tom has a little advantage," Sue Ellen said, as she started
shuffling cards. "On the other hand, we outnumber him."
Everyone had gathered around, even Jack, although he was holding
hands with a girl I knew faintly, Jean Whitman. Tall and buxom,
blonde hair.
However, the cards ran straight for me. I won two hands,
putting out Sue Ellen first, and then the other girl, Emily
Church, Fay's younger sister. Sue Ellen waved to Janey, who
tossed Sue Ellen a wadded up t-shirt; Sue Ellen fielded it and
held it up. On the front was a picture of the Venus d'Milo, and
then she showed the back with a picture of Michelangelo's David.
Over David was the legend, 'SE & J's Party' and beneath, 'Poker
Champion.'
"Go ahead," Sue Ellen said, "put it on." I stood up and pulled
it on. Sue Ellen came up, put her hand on my shoulder. "Good
job." Her grip tightened. "Now pants him girl!" Janey dropped
in front of me, undid my jeans and hauled them down, revealing
that I was definitely interested in all of the feminine
pulchritude around me.
From her position, Janey reached out, ran her fingers along my
boner. "Cute," she said drolly, "for a guy." Everyone laughed
at that, and for a change, I didn't blush.
"I'd say you were cute too," I told Janey, and then my eyes went
to Mindy. "But you might get ideas." More chuckles; no doubt
about it though, Janey had shot me a zinger and all I'd managed
was a pretty lame return.
Janey stood up. "I think it's time to get this party under
way!" I glanced around; saw Jenny in conversation with Katrina
from the group I'd been in. Janey was talking to Michelle, again
I was curious because Michelle looked vaguely oriental, but at
the same time she had a Spanish name. Sue Ellen had her arm
around a guy I didn't know, and Tony was looking soulfully at
Anna Jackson.
I turned to Mindy, and she smiled, nodding at my shirt. "A
Champion! Cool!" I lifted the shirt over my head, tossed it on
my other things.
"Want to check out the pool?" I asked, and she smiled and
nodded.
We went outside. It was still afternoon; the sun was almost
hot, the air was still. Mindy nodded at the pool house. "Sure,"
I said, my stomach suddenly in my throat. It was all well and
good to come to an orgy, but now I was going to partake of my
first partner. I felt nervous, more nervous than when I'd first
seen Marsha Richardson.
That brought a thought to me. My God! I haven't written to
her, except the once! As quick as that thought was, the riposte
was as fast. I wrote her last; why hadn't I heard back?
Nonetheless, I followed Mindy outside, around the pool and into
the pool house. Four of the five doors were still open; she made
a beeline for the one farthest from the one already in use.
When we were in the room, the bed neatly made, Mindy turned to
me. "Tom?"
"Mindy," I replied earnestly.
"Can I tell you something?" she asked.
"Sure," I replied, curious what she wanted to talk about.
"Could we sit on the bed for a bit? Make out -- pretend we were
at a movie or something?"
"Sure," I repeated. I sat down next to her, smiled, and she
smiled back. I leaned close, kissed Mindy lightly. She
hesitated for a second, and then kissed back. In spite of my own
feelings, I realized that Mindy wasn't as ready as I was for what
was slated to happen next; I kept the kiss understated, less than
full bore. This seemed to suit Mindy, for she did the same
thing.
We spent a good half hour, sitting on the bed, kissing.
Finally, Mindy pulled back. "I said I had something to say."
I smiled at her. "I'd say, we've been communicating just fine
for the last few minutes."
She smiled before turning more serious. "Last summer I met
Gordon; he was nice, very nice. I liked him. We went on two
dates during the summer; on the second date, he very shyly tried
to hold my hand. After a bit, I very shyly let him." I nodded
as if I knew all of this. "We dated after school started, going
slowly."
Mindy took a deep breath. "On the day after Thanksgiving, we
did it. Went all the way." I thought for a second, Mindy was
going to cry. "Gordon came; easily. A few minutes, he came
again. Easily. I never got close. The week before Christmas,
we did it again. He came, and then he came again. I didn't get
close. On New Year's Eve, the same thing."
I nodded, finding I wanted to punch this clueless Gordon moron
in the nose. "That night Gordon told me he didn't want to go out
with me any more, because I just laid there, I didn't care about
him."
"Did you?" The question seemed to take her by surprise.
"I thought I did. I don't know. Does it matter? Most girls
come when a boy is in her."
"That's not what I've heard," I told her. "I don't know all
that many girls well enough to have talked about how it is with
other guys, but I've heard that if neither the girl nor the boy
know anything, the first few times can be bad. Or worse."
"Really?" I nodded. She smiled shyly. "But I mean, I didn't
get close at all."
"Do you masturbate?" Again the question surprised her; Mindy
blushed. "Do you?" My voice was low, and curious, not demanding
or angry.
"Yes."
"And do you come?" I continued, and she nodded. "Then Mindy,
the problem isn't with you, it's with the guy." I pursed my
lips. "A lot of boys just want to use a girl as a masturbation
aid; they don't care if she enjoys it or not." I reached out and
ran my fingers lightly over one of her small breasts. "I care,"
I said simply.
She reached for my hand with one of her own; for a second I
thought she was going to move it away. Instead, she pressed my
hand harder against her breast. "I was so desperate, I was
thinking I'd see if Janey..." Mindy's words were soft, but
filled with longing and not a little desperation.
"Janey can probably help, too," I said with a grin. "But before
that..." I leaned close and kissed her, this time much more
wattage in the kiss, and I focused my attention on her fat
nipple, rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger.
Inside my head, I was marveling how easy it was to be with
someone new, someone I hardly knew. Marsha and I had spent an
evening together first, basketball, and a dance, then together.
Here, just a poker game and now this.
I switched attention to her other breast, sent my tongue into
her mouth. Her arms were around me, hugging me tightly. After a
few minutes, I pulled back the least bit and smiled at Mindy; her
expression was that of a woman who was definitely getting there.
I scooted down a bit, licking one of her fat nipples with my
tongue, while my hands, now free, stroked her body, teasingly
close, but not touching her pussy.
I continued to kiss her breasts, stroking her skin, which was
smooth and fine. I kept getting closer and closer to the apex of
her legs, until my fingers were trailing through the hollows of
her hip, down to her inner thighs. I lifted my head for a
second, saw a glazed, happy expression on Mindy's face; her eyes
were closed. Much closer still, I thought.
Then I started kissing lower; I could tell when Mindy figured
out where my tongue was headed, she gasped softly, but didn't say
anything. I kissed liked I'd stroked; slowly growing closer to
what I was sure by now was something she wanted. I'd run out of
bed, but managed to find a half way comfortable point, half way
off.
I checked out her pussy from inches away. Thin, almost
invisible pubic hair, relatively longer than most girls, sparse
and fine. Her clit was visible, although the tip was curved
down, and hidden inside her. I placed a dainty kiss on it, then
ran my tongue down the length. Mindy gasped again, and her
fingers touched the top of my head.
I reached out, spread her pussy lips apart, sent my tongue
questing for the tip of her clit. It wasn't easy to reach; in
fact, I used my finger to lift it up so that I could get at it
with my tongue. Then I was licking and sucking on it; Mindy got
'there' abruptly, gasping sharply, and then pressing my head down
against her pussy.
I licked her clit some more, this time putting my finger inside
her. Mindy moaned with pleasure, wiggling as I began to slowly
finger fuck her, while still teasing the tip of her clit; which I
had noticed was something that definitely got Mindy's attention.
For the next few minutes, I steadily fingered her, until I
switched my tongue and finger. My tongue, I found, didn't go in
nearly as far into her as it did to someone like JR or Jenny; the
angles were wrong. On the other hand, my finger had an easy time
with her clit, and Mindy came again. Then again.
I blew lightly on her pussy, ran my tongue along her clit again,
then slowly started kissing back north. The scene in Armageddon,
which I hadn't really thought about much popped into my mind. I
grinned, and agreed with Ben Affleck; the question about which
was better: going north or going south, was best answered by
doing both.
Mindy showered me with hot wet kisses, making it hard to
concentrate on putting my erection where we both wanted it, and
when it was there, she wrapped her legs around my midsection,
pulling me even tighter into her. I moved against her, slowly
building up steam; she came again, muffling her cry with her arm.
Mindy's legs pulled against me harder; I only slowed a bit,
getting close myself.
"I'm coming!" She gasped, then gasped it again, "Coming! Oh
come! Please come!" I came, heaving into her as deeply as I
could. She hugged me to her; her body rigid. For a moment, the
only sound in the room was our rapid breathing, then from outside
someone laughed, and we heard a large splash in the pool.
Mindy giggled. "Oh, I didn't need that! Now I need to get up!"
In spite of that, she wrapped her arms around me even tighter.
"Tom!" I smiled at her. "Wow!" She said after a moment to
reflect. "Wow and wow again!" I moved in her, still hard.
Her eyes blinked. "You want to do it again?"
"Don't you?" I murmured.
"I..." There was another splash from the pool. Mindy giggled.
"I really, really need to get up." I moved off and she smiled
and vanished into the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush, and
after a second, Mindy came back out. She came straight over to
where I was standing, put her arms around me and hugged. The
feel of her small nipples burrowing into my chest was exquisite;
evidently it felt nice on her side, as she wiggled them against
me some more.
"I was thinking about a shower," Mindy murmured, looking at me.
In that instant I knew that she and I were more alike than I'd
thought. Now she knew what it was like; whether or not she'd be
back was impossible to tell. I'd made love to how many women
before I repeated? What was the purpose of this party, anyway?
"Sure," I told her, and she giggled, and then took my hand and
we showered. It was, I told myself, no different than showering
with Jenny; pleasure and enjoyment, but not necessarily play
leading to sex.
When we were out and dried, we stood talking for a few minutes,
then there was another splash outside, and more laughter. Mindy
put her head on my chest. "It's not wrong, is it, to make love
like that, then want someone else?"
I shrugged. "I think it's what you make of it. Janey was
pretty clear about the nature of the party."
"I wasn't sure if I wanted to come; even though I talked Tony's
ear off about it for two hours last night. Tony brought me," she
confirmed.
"Mindy, our hostesses want us to have a good time, and when we
leave, have smiles on our faces after having a good time. Having
had that good time with one to however many partners. No regrets
for the day after; Sue Ellen told me that once."
Mindy's eyes went to the bed. "You were awesome. Not even, I
mean, even by myself it isn't like that..." She blushed. "Thank
you, Tom."
"Any time," I told her. "Any time." Mindy blushed again, then
giggled.
"Thanks."
I took her hand this time and pulled her lightly through the
door, and outside by the pool. About two seconds after we'd
stopped to watch Tony about to jump in, Jenny and Katrina went
through the door behind us. I smiled to myself. Logistics was
obviously going to be a problem. What, I wondered, had Dad said
about that at the hotel? We couldn't very well play musical
bedrooms; someone would certainly notice.
Sue Ellen came up; standing a little behind us, put her arms
around both of our waists. Next thing I knew, I had one of her
breasts, dueling with my elbow. I saw that Mindy was getting the
same sort of attention. "Ah, happy campers!" Sue Ellen
chortled, "I like happy campers!"
Even Mindy giggled. "I don't suppose I can borrow our
Indefatigable Tom for a few minutes, can I?" Sue Ellen asked.
Mindy looked at Sue Ellen, then down at Sue Ellen's breasts.
"Is that what you call him?"
Sue Ellen gestured at my midsection, my boner sticking right
out. "Oh yeah. And there's the reason why," Sue Ellen giggled.
"Tom may not have the longest or fattest sausage here, but it's
the readiest!"
"Thanks, Sue Ellen," I said, striving for some dignity. But
Mindy was laughing, and so were a couple of others, including
Anna Jackson. Her eyes were riveted on my erection. She lifted
her eyes and met mine. And smiled.
Sue Ellen tugged on my arm. "None of that! Tony's still making
gogglie-eyes at Anna," she whispered. "Of course, maybe if the
lunkhead would drag her off to the bedroom, he'd get some;
showing off how dumb you can look cannonballing off the diving
board isn't getting the job done."
I followed Sue Ellen and was surprised when she led me into the
house; more than half the partygoers had been by the pool. Sue
Ellen led me through the kitchen, into the family room, and
stopped a few feet from the theater door. "On the other side of
that door is someone who is not a happy camper."
I looked at the door, then at Sue Ellen. I frowned slightly,
wanting to pull her chain. "At least on the Price is Right, you
get to pick the door," I growled.
Sue Ellen laughed, reached down and ran her hand lightly along
my erection. "This is a favor, okay? You don't have to do
anything but go in there, say a few words. If it doesn't work,
well, it doesn't work. Okay? Coercion free zone, remember?"
"I remember," I told her. I found my curiosity was intrigued.
Who wasn't having a good time? What if it was a guy? I wasn't
the only person running around erect; looking at someone else's
hard on did nothing for me at all. I stepped forward, stopped
and turned to Sue Ellen. "Catch you later, girl," I told her,
and then stepped through, Sue Ellen's laughter in my ears.
There was only one person in the room, watching a DVD of Beauty
and the Beast. Fleur.
"Hi," I said, smiling at her. She'd put her blouse and jeans
back on. I waved at the screen, "Can I join you?"
She shrugged, seemingly intent on the scene where Beauty was
dancing with the Beast. She was sitting in the love seat, more
or less centered on it; not really room enough on either side for
someone else. I remembered the nearly shapeless body under her
clothes, was tempted to sit on the couch.
It was like an electric jolt running through me. A not very
pretty girl, sitting, watching this particular movie. Most girls
would, I was sure, wish they were Beauty. Not many would be
afraid they were the Beast. I stood still, for a long second.
"Could I sit next to you?"
Her eyes looked up at me, cold. "I do not," she put
considerable emphasis on the negative, "want a mercy fuck."
I met her eyes. "I didn't say I wanted to fuck, I said I wanted
to sit next to you. Mercy me!"
She stared at me, then shrugged, and moved over a fraction. I
sat down next to her. "If you don't want to fuck," she said,
still angry, "why do you want to sit next to me?" She nodded at
the door. "Sue Ellen asked, didn't she?"
"Fleur, have you ever been with someone, walking or riding or
whatever, and they said to you, 'Hey, look at the rainbow!' or
'Isn't that a pretty sunset' or 'Look at the full moon.'?"
She nodded. "Fleur, why do people say those things?"
She shrugged and I went on. "They say them because they want to
be sure you notice something that's pretty, something that means
something to them. No one says, 'Hey, lookit the ugly duckling!'
or 'Gosh, doesn't that weed suck rocks!'."
Her gaze was steadily on me, and when I'd been quiet for a
minute, she sniffed. "Words. Evidently you didn't look at me a
while ago."
I laughed and shook my head. "I did. I saw your physical body;
so what?" I reached up and tapped her forehead. "I didn't see
what's up here." I tapped her heart, "Or what's in here." I
waved at the screen. "Beauty learns to see what's where. You
want to be Beauty, and you're not. Maybe not ever, although you
never know. You're afraid you're the Beast -- and missing the
point of the story. The Beast is who he is; maybe one thing on
the outside, but maybe the handsomest devil in the universe,
underneath. Beauty knows, you can see it in her face."
Fleur turned her eyes to the screen and watched. Her expression
was unchanged a second later when she turned back. "Still words.
You want to fuck me, that's all."
I laughed lightly; I wasn't likely to hurt her self-esteem, she
had none. "Fleur, I don't want to fuck or make love or boink
you. I don't know you well enough. I want to sit here, talk to
you, get to know you, and go from there."
She looked at me, after a second, she shrugged. "What do you
want to talk about?"
"Anything. Read any good books lately? Heard some cool tunes?
I've never seen you before, so odds are you don't go to my high
school. Where do you go to school?"
"France, mostly. Except this year I got kicked out," she
frowned. "Smoking in the dorm." Again her eyes lifted to meet
mine. "I don't like cigarettes, but I heard that nicotine
suppresses appetite. Helps keep people skinny. Dad's in the
French Foreign Service, he met Mom when she was an exchange
student in high school, in Paris. My mom is Sue Ellen's aunt."
"For a second there, I thought you were going to say your dad
was in the French Foreign Legion. That would have been cool," I
said with a laugh.
She smiled slightly. "That's funny. He was in the French
Foreign Legion, after college. Legionnaires can not be French,
but their officers are all French." Her eyes held mine. "He
spent a number of years in Algeria. In all senses, it was not
cool; he doesn't talk about it much." She paused again, "He does
not like Phoenix, too much like Algeria, he says. Even to the
shootings."
She looked at me, smiled just the least bit. "You are easy to
talk to. Maybe you are not completely full of shit."
"Talking is good," I told her.
"I do not want some boy who wants to fuck me out pity, or
because he feels obligated to someone else."
"Sue Ellen said this is a coercion free zone; reminded me of
that before I came through the door. The only duty I feel here
is the duty to treat anyone I'm with, with respect and decency;
to make sure that neither they nor I leave here with any
regrets."
I reached out and touched her hand. "I thought it would be easy
to come to the party and find someone nice and make love. I was
right; it was easy. It's not nearly as easy as I thought it
would be to walk away, after. Goes against human nature, I
think. But then, I'm not a Neanderthal who bonks women on the
head so I can boink them in my cave."
She giggled. "Are you telling me that if we fuck, you're going
to stay? Or go?"
"We are not going to fuck; make love, maybe. How can I tell you
what I'm going to do afterwards, before? There may never be an
afterwards."
She reached out, took my hand and led it to one of her breasts.
"Did you get a good look at these, a while ago?" She moved my
hand over it, so I knew exactly what it was like. "Ugly!" She
hauled my hand between her legs. "I wear a bikini, the only
thing any one has ever complimented me on was, 'what a nicely
trimmed bush, Fleur!' That was a cousin who snuck in to watch me
change. He laughed at the rest of me."
"I saw you, and I didn't laugh. It is a nicely trimmed bush.
Like Sue Ellen's, but she doesn't have any tan lines. You do."
"People do not want to look at my body. A few years ago, my
father took us to a nude beach. 'Cover up, Fleur.' my mother
told me."
For another half hour we talked; the movie ended, and right
after that, Jenny came through, walking hand in hand with
Katrina. "Jenny," I said, "do you suppose you could ask Sue
Ellen if they have a Scrabble game?"
Jenny grinned, nodded. "We need at least two more, if you're
interested," I told her. She vanished, and I turned to Fleur.
"Want to play Scrabble?"
She shrugged, "I do not know it."
"How well do you know English?" I asked, had to be pretty good,
because except now and then, she didn't have an accent.
"Better than most Americans," she said with a smile. She was
doing more and more of that, and she did have a nice smile, and
she was almost cute when she smiled, too.
Jenny returned with Katrina, Anna and Tony. I wondered about
Tony; it was fairly clear he hadn't actually been with Anna.
They were flirting, hugging and kissing, and Tony had a hard on
at times, but it would quickly wilt. Looking at Jenny and
Katrina kept me up; Anna helped there too. Fleur was one of the
few at the party who'd put her clothes back on.
We played for about forty-five minutes; Fleur might not have
known the game, but she didn't have any trouble learning it. The
only real contest was between Fleur and Jenny, and at the end,
Fleur won going away, scoring nearly 250 points with her last two
words.
Still, we'd all had fun, laughing and giggling, talking about
all sorts of things. At the end, Jenny traded looks with
Katrina, and then turned to me. "See you around, Tom." They
left, holding hands.
"Let's get something to drink," Anna murmured to Tony.
Tony grinned at me, then smiled at Fleur. "Enchante, m'selle."
He turned and followed after Anna.
I put away the game, and sat down again next to Fleur, this time
taking her hand in mine. She looked at me. "Words," she laughed
lightly. "Deeds." She waved in the direction of the other room.
"You have made love to Jenny; it shows."
"Yes."
"The black wants to be with you, too."
"I noticed. I also noticed that Tony thinks it would be cool to
score with a French girl."
She sniffed. "Any French woman would rather be with an
American. My mother is the odd one; most American women hate
French men. Most French women hate French men." She met my
eyes. "In France, it is against the law for a grown man to sleep
with a young girl, but they all do it. I have been with three
men, all my father's age. From when I was almost twelve."
"Did you like it?"
"Of course," she said firmly. "I like to masturbate, too.
That, most of all, maybe."
I looked into her eyes, reached out and stroked her cheek.
"Want to find out if someone younger can ring your chimes?"
She smiled at that. Piquant, I thought, that's the word. There
was something piquant about Fleur when she smiled. I leaned
close, kissed her lightly, and then did it again. She kissed a
little back, the second time; the third time our lips clung, and
her arm came up around my neck, and the third kiss drew out,
longer and longer.
"You really do want me, don't you?" She asked, more than a
little amazed.
"Beauty," I said, kissing her on the forehead, "is as much here,
as here." I ran my fingers over her face.
She reached down, stroked my erection. We kissed again, and I
felt the tip of her tongue push between my lips, I welcomed it.
I dropped my hand down to one of her breasts, hefted it, rubbing
her nipple through the fabric of her blouse. She kissed me
harder, and I returned it. Finally, I pulled back, smiled at
her. I stood, holding her hand as I did, lightly tugged Fleur to
stand up.
She came right up, embraced me, and we kissed again. My fingers
started on her blouse buttons; I heard a muffled sound of
surprise through the kiss, but she did not resist. I put my
hands inside her blouse, cupping her breasts, hefting them in my
hand. Cupped and held, they were like any other woman's breasts;
firm and warm, the nipples hard against my palm. I broke the
kiss, sank a bit and fed one of her breasts into my mouth,
sucking hard on her erect nipple.
She sighed, "Oh, yes! Do me!" I learned later, that she meant
to make love to her; I thought she meant something else. I
started kissing down her chest, crouching down in front of her.
I undid her jeans, pulled them and her panties down, and started
kissing her between her legs. I actually saw her clit behave
like a miniature penis, a round button that grew longer, poking
out from a small area of wrinkled skin.
I licked it, and she murmured, "Mmmmm!" I licked again, tried a
little suction. "You want to do it here, right here!" Fleur
said quietly.
"Yes. For all to see." I kissed her again, but she started
moving; in a second, I was on my back, and she was straddling me
backwards. She leaned down and took me in her mouth; I went back
to sucking on her clit.
I started to get close, so I spent a few seconds concentrating
on spreading her pussy lips, getting my tongue into her pussy;
which made Fleur move her mouth and hand on my erection faster;
increased the suction. She succeeded in getting me to shoot; I
hung in there and finished her a few seconds later.
Unlike any woman I'd been with up to then, Fleur had a trickle
of fluid in her vagina afterward, it tasted a little like
limejuice. Not at all bad. She didn't spend as much time on my
erection after either, as I was used to, but instead, she turned
around, laying on top of me, kissing me lightly on the forehead,
nose, cheeks.
"I'm not squishing you, am I?" she asked. I laughed and shook
my head no. Then I lifted my belly and thrust it against her
pelvis, showing her I was far from squished.
"You are still ready!" she muttered in wonder.
"Always," I said, and reached down, trying to fit it inside her.
I ended up rubbing it around her pussy area for a few seconds,
before I slid inside her. I started pumping into her, and
Fleur's eyes glazed over with pleasure. She moaned again, and
then whispered in my ear, "Do it to me! Do it! Do it!" I did
it, over and over again. Twice for her, once for me.
She slumped down, kissing me again. "Oh that was wonderful!"
She must have been distracted; her French accent was very thick.
She smiled, and then lightly frowned. "I am leaking all over
things."
"Me, anyway," I said. I could feel the trickles tickle.
"Come, let us find a shower." She helped me up, and grinned at
me. "It is a very French thing, a cigarette after sex, then a
shower."
"Well, in America, mostly we've dispensed with the cigarettes,"
I said with a laugh.
Fleur nodded. "You people are Nazis around smokers!" I knew
the way to the bathroom, we stepped into the shower.
Fleur washed me, starting with my mild erection, then the rest
of me. I did her too, also starting between her legs. When I
was deliciously washing her back, she said softly, "Do you really
think I am pretty?"
I leaned down, kissed the back of her neck, my erection brushing
her bottom. "I think you're pretty desirable, Fleur. I think
you shouldn't worry about things you can't control, deal with
what you can." My boner had a mind of it's own, tracing a line
through her butt crack.
I stepped closer, cradling it there, my hands going around her.
One went to a breast, the other found her clit. "Deal with
this," I murmured in her ear. She giggled, and clenched her butt
cheeks; it was lovely.
"I can deal with it. Can you?" she asked playfully.
I moved my cock up and down, as though I was in her pussy; I
remembered the sweet feel of Jenny and my cock buried inside that
other place. Fleur leaned forward, and my boner brushed past
where I'd been thinking about a second before. I slid my hard
erection underneath, headed towards her pussy.
Fleur giggled. "I have never had a man tickle me in that place
before."
I worked on her clit, pulling back a little and letting my cock
retrace it's steps. "Some like it, some don't," I whispered to
her.
She wiggled her bottom, and interesting effect, as I touched her
there again. "I suppose," Fleur said giggling, "I should find
out if I do or don't," she giggled harder. "That's what the very
first man I was with said. Some girls, he told me, like men.
Some like women, some like both. Only way to find out what you
like, he told me, was to try it."
I concentrated on lightly touching her rose bud with my
erection, deciding that that particular Frenchman knew what he
was talking about. I pressed a bit, saw the head start to slide
inside; it was tight, tighter than Fleur's pussy, and when she
would clench her ass cheeks; better than just about anything.
Fleur let out a small sigh as I reached as far as I could go,
then began to move her bottom against me in a pleasant motion
that sent ripples of pleasure through my body. I felt Fleur lean
forward a little more, and then I felt her hand on my ball sack,
squeezing lightly. A second later, she clenched her cheeks as
she did it, and I shot my wad again, this time a different place.
Fleur gave one last ass clench, and straightened up, pulling
off.
She turned to face me. "Not a comfortable position," she said
with a small smile. She reached down and soaped me off. "We
should leave some hot water for the next people. American's have
barbaric hot water heaters; not what we have in Europe."
A few minutes later, we were out, drying off. She patted my
boner down, shaking her head. "Mon Dieu! You are still ready!"
She stood up, and shook her head in wonder.
"In America, we've found sex after sex beats the hell out of
cigarettes or showers," I quipped, and she giggled. I reached
out and tipped up her chin, kissed her lightly. "And Fleur, when
you laugh, when you smile, it's Beauty I see." She started to
reply, but I kissed her again. "And if you were to smile more,
maybe others would see it. And things you can help, will take
care of things you can't do much about."
She hugged me, then kissed me. "You are a man of words and
deeds, Tom Ferguson. One of these days, you will be a great
man."
We went into the kitchen, and I saw Tony. He caught my eye, and
came over. "Can we talk?" He asked. I looked around, and Anna
came out of the bathroom.
"Sure," I told him. Anna smiled at me, saw Fleur, and came over
and they started talking. I mentally shook my head; what was
that?
I walked a few feet away with Tony. "Tom, I have a problem."
I nodded, and he blushed, and waved at his groin. "It keeps
going limp. Lettuce, not celery," he sighed. "Only time I've
been able to keep it up today for more than a few seconds is when
Anna and I watched you and that French girl do more than French.
Sixty-nine." He shook his head, "Awesome, dude! I've never
tried to eat out a girl," he grimaced. "Like smell and taste
issues.
"But God, I got hard watching you. Anna tried to go down on me,
but it just wouldn't stay up. Tom, I... I... would you introduce
me to her?"
I smiled. "Tony, sure. What are friends for?"
Tony shrugged. "I don't know." He looked at me, shook his
head. "Anna has the hots for you. Sue Ellen told me that she
and Janey were going to drag you into bed later for a threesome.
And me? I got wilted lettuce!"
"Tony, come on."
I led the way back into the kitchen. Anna was kissing Fleur
passionately, and one of Anna's hands was working Fleur's pussy.
Tony blinked; I merely smiled. Fleur blushed when she saw me,
and Anna turned.
"Girl's heart isn't in it, no matter how horny the body," Anna
said pragmatically.
"Fleur, this is Tony Richardson, my best friend," I told her.
"He's interested in learning something about French culture too,"
I spoke with a straight face. Tony blushed, but Fleur looked at
him.
"You wanted to meet me?" Tony nodded, then Fleur smiled. "What
do you want to know about France?"
"Start with how they kiss," Anna said, bringing a blush to
Fleur's face.
Anna turned to me. "Want to see what's going on pool side?" I
nodded, and we walked outside, and she linked arms with me.
"I'm patient," she said a little smugly.
"I can see. Me too."
She pulled me over to a long pool chair, and sat down, legs
straddle it, facing me. "You in the mood to talk or party?" she
asked softly.
"Either," I told her truthfully. "I could do either all night
long. Or both."
She smiled, and I let my eyes rest on her lovely breasts. Ripe
peaches, I thought, only chocolate peaches; small black nipples
that looked perpetually hard. Anna glanced down at my boner, now
straining with eagerness. "Your nice puppy wants to come out and
play," she said softly.
Anna looked around, there were a dozen or so in the pool, a pair
of other couples on other chairs; both in clinches. There were
at least two couples coupling in the pool, too.
"Everyone has good things to say about you," Anna said, her
voice soft. "Just these last few days; before that, you hung
around Tony and Sue Ellen," she grinned at me. "But now, really
good things."
I didn't say anything, anything would be puffery or false
modesty; I was well aware I'd had a couple of weeks of
extraordinary good luck.
"Janey, Sue Ellen, some others that might surprise you, say
you're the person to come to for advice. That, and you like tall
girls," Anna continued.
I was curious about who might surprise me; it must have showed.
"Do you know Susan Morgan?" she asked, and I nodded. "She and I
have been friends for a long time. She told me a few months ago
she'd been seeing this girl who was pretty down; needed
self-esteem shots. Nothing better for the ego, Susan says, that
to have someone wanting to get frisky with you. Or several some
ones. Your friend, Jennifer."
I nodded, that was a surprise. Not a shocking surprise, but a
little surprise, I'd heard a couple of times that Jennifer had
been with a black girl. Jennifer had mentioned she had been
lovers with someone named Anna; why hadn't I put them together?
Anna laughed, "This conversation is too strange! You keep
looking at my tits, and I keep looking at your hard on. We both
know what we want, don't we?"
"Yes," I said firmly, meeting her eyes. "Want to move someplace
less public?"
"Does public bother you?" Anna asked, a little smile on her
face.
I shrugged, "Some."
"It bothers me more than some," Anna went on. "But I think
about it sometimes; that's hot!" She stood up, and I did too.
She headed for the house, and down the hallway with the bedrooms.
One door was open a little; Anna glanced inside as I came along
side her. Jenny and Katrina were sitting next to each other on
one of the beds, kissing.
"This will do." Anna led the way inside. I followed, closing
the door behind me.
Jenny opened one eye, saw who was there, and said something soft
to Katrina, then got up. She went to Anna first, kissed her
lightly, then me. Anna patted Jenny on the bottom, and nodded at
Katrina. "Go, girl!" Jenny smiled, and went back to sitting on
the bed, hugging and kissing Katrina.
I reached out and lightly pulled Anna towards me, my eyes for
the millionth time scooping out her lovely, lovely breasts. Anna
moved, pressing them against my chest, rubbing her nipples
against mine. I leaned down and kissed her, intending to keep it
mild at first; Anna kissed back, and there was nothing mild about
it. Her tongue speared into my mouth, wrestling with mine. Both
of us had longer tongues than most people; this made for tongue
action unlike anything I'd experienced before.
Anna broke off the kiss, shaking her head. "No wonder you're so
popular," she giggled. "Your tongue goes on forever."
"Yours too," I told her. "Would you let me taste you, see how
far I can get?"
"That's my kind of language!" Anna exclaimed, and I leaned back
on the bed, and she positioned herself over me. "Eat me all up,
Tom!"
I contemplated her pussy; everything I'd heard about races and
racism rushed through my head. Anna was a girl with different
colored skin, but already I'd made love to a wide range of skin
colors. From pale white to Sue Ellen's golden tan. Anna had a
full bush, but up close I could see lighter pink skin beneath. I
leaned close, using my tongue to explore those deep dark depths.
It was different than any other girl I'd gone down on, her hair
kept getting in the way, and was, I was sure, causing a lot of
irritation when I should have been giving pleasure. It was
mildly frustrating, but then I thought about it for a second;
Anna liked other girls, ergo there had to be a way to do this
without rubbing her raw and fur coating my tongue. I brought up
my fingers, as if I was going to spread her pussy lips wide;
instead, I held back some of her hair.
That allowed my tongue to go the places I wanted it to go, and
so I started some serious licking; Anna's clit was long and
fleshy, easy to lick and suck on. And I could tell she liked it;
she was rubbing her own breasts. Did all girls do that? Seemed
like it; if I was to start rubbing my erection right then, it
would be distracting! Anna's eyes were closed, a dreamy pleasant
look on her face.
I kept on with her clit for four or five minutes, then shifted
to her pussy; Anna tasted not as sweet as Fleur or Jenny, more
like Mary, although once I'd been working on her pussy for a few
minutes, she got wetter than any girl I'd been with up to then,
except Fleur.
At one point, I glanced over at the other bed; Jenny was
nibbling on Katrina's ear, her arm around Katrina's waist.
Katrina though, was staring at Anna and I, intent, I thought, on
every detail. I decided that Katrina was probably a virgin;
she'd never been with anyone before. I'd been JR's first boy,
but she was a long way from virgin. Same with Marsha; the rest
had all had experience to some degree or other. What would it be
like to seduce a virgin? Someone who'd never been with anyone,
anyone at all? I mentally shrugged; actually, I probably
couldn't. I really liked willing and eager partners; I suspected
a virgin wouldn't be that.
I shifted my attention back to Anna and her clit, licking and
sucking her; my hands roved a little, cupping her bottom, running
over her smooth skin. God, I loved this! Could you ever get
tired of it? I couldn't imagine it! It was all new, fresh, hot
and wonderful!
I felt a burst of excitement; I put the least bit of pressure
from my teeth on Anna's clit. I felt her skin change, and she
sighed. "Oh, that was just right! That hit the spot! Oh baby,
I'd get in such deep shit if I let you do this to me all night!
God! I want to!"
So did I, and I pushed my tongue as deep into her pussy as I
could, wiggling and moving it as best as I could. Anna
shuddered; her sigh was louder this time. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!
Yes! That's it! Do it again!" I did it again, and then I did
it again and again, straining my tongue to the utmost, holding
her hips down so that I could get maximum depth.
Anna changed from sighs to little bursts of sound, almost a
grunt, then a long drawn out, "Ooooooohhhhhhhh baby!" The
trickle of fluid was heavier, and I licked it up, as so many
girls had done to my own come. Anna trembled, then finally moved
back, coming to rest with her pussy down near my knees, and her
head even with mine. For a second though, when I felt her bush
passing over my erection, I couldn't help noticing that my mouth
was level with her breasts.
She kissed me hard for a second, then lifted up a bit. "Tom
Ferguson, boy wonder!" she said with a laugh.
"Anna Jackson, yummy partner," I told her. Her eyes lit up, and
she grinned. She glanced over at the other bed, and so did I.
Jenny was still kissing Katrina. "Speaking of patient," Anna
whispered lightly in my ear, blowing on it as she did.
"First time, I think," I whispered back; I don't think you could
have heard our whispers six inches away, much less six or ten
feet. I ran my hands down her back, but I could only reach the
top half of her bottom.
Anna smiled at me, kissed me again, her tongue not at once in
evidence. I went to find it, and found a warm welcome. "I'd
think I'd tired you out," Anna said with a giggle.
I shook my head. "When you love your work, you don't get
tired."
She giggled harder. "Not so with most guys," she smiled,
reached down between us and fisted my hard on. "Not you, eh?"
"Not me," I wondered, debated asking Anna. She wasn't tired,
she wanted to go again. Why didn't she think I'd feel the same
thing?
"In that case, I'll do something for you I've never done for any
other boy." She starting sliding down my body, kissing all the
way. I'd never had a girl kiss my nipples before; Anna spent a
while at it. They got hard, I found, just like I'd made girl's
nipples harden in the past. That was a minor wonder, but then
when Anna wrapped her tongue around my erection, that was major.
Again I glanced over at the bed next to us; Jenny was fingering
herself, Katrina was watching Anna in rapt fascination. Jenny
started her Oooohhhh! Ahhhs! And Katrina turned to look at her;
a small smile appeared on Katrina's face, and she ran her own
hand over the thin bush she sported. Katrina seemed to
concentrate on her clit, and her finger never went inside
herself. Both of them were masturbating themselves while
watching Anna go down on me, another seriously hot thought.
Katrina let out a little gasp, and Jenny turned to look at her,
saw what Katrina was doing. Jenny slithered off the bed,
kneeling at Katrina's feet. Jenny ran her hand up the other
girl's leg, then her other hand, before leaning close and kissing
Katrina on her inner thigh.
"Either I'm not very good at this," Anna murmured, returning my
concentration to her, "or you are made of iron. Everyone says
guys spurt in just a minute or two."
"Feels too yummy to want to rush," I told her.
She smiled, "Just saving it up to put inside me," Anna said.
"Oh, you keep this up for another few minutes," I told her,
"You'll get what you expect; unless you'd rather the other."
"Both," Anna smirked.
"Okay," I agreed. Anna stopped licking and sucking just the
head of my cock, but swallowed it down her mouth, deeply into her
throat. For a few minutes, I lost track of anything but what was
going on between my legs.
I shot my wad into Anna's mouth, and she pulled back, fisting my
boner as it leaked the last drips of cum. Anna moved back up,
this time her breasts stopped at my mouth, and for the first time
I got to taste those lovely, lovely shapes, while Anna pushed my
still erect cock inside her. She sighed in pleasure as I sank in
to the hilt; then again as I stroked one breast with my hand,
while tonguing her rock hard nipple. Anna started moving against
me, and I picked up the motion too; I smiled to myself. How can
you explain this to someone else? Rubbing one breast, licking
another, running my cock into her pussy, my hips and hers
rhythmically meeting. If patting your head and rubbing your
stomach is supposed to be a feat; what about three things?
All I knew was that it was an incredible feeling, as incredible
as I'd ever had. Anna's vagina started to contract, timed as I
would reach the bottom of her pussy on each stroke, further
enhancing my pleasure, and probably hers as well. I enjoyed the
pressure, letting myself hang on the edge of cumming, but not
really wanting to do more than savor the edge. I thought Anna
was doing the same thing, until I heard a small gasp from another
voice a few feet away.
I turned to look, saw that Anna was looking too. Katrina sat
with her legs spread wide, Jenny was smiling in satisfaction at
having brought Katrina to her first oral orgasm; Katrina herself
was wreathed in the most innocent, shy smile of pleasure that I'd
ever seen.
I gave one heave, my hands leaving Anna's breasts and going to
her hips, pulling her down onto my hard on, driving up inside
her. Anna pressed down, clamped down with the muscles of her
vaginal walls. I came and she did too; both of us silent,
savoring the moment as we clung together, each trying to make the
moment last as long as possible.
Anna slumped down, and I put my arms around her shoulders, and
she lifted up a bit, grinned. She moved slightly, found that I
was still mostly erect. "Oh my, Tom!" She kissed me, straining
to reach me without my having to pull out. "I think you're ready
to do it again!"
"Yes," I said simply. Anna reminded me of Sue Ellen, her raw
physical drive for sex; it certainly found a responsive chord in
me.
Next to us, I heard the bed creak, I turned and saw Jenny now
laying full length next to Katrina, kissing her and at the same
time, stroking Katrina's breasts. I watched for a few seconds,
knowing that Anna was doing the same thing.
"We should let them love each other in peace," Anna whispered to
me. "Even if it's hot to watch."
I nodded, and she pulled off, stood up. She held out her hand
and I took it, using it to stand up. We walked hand and hand
then, out the door; Anna pushed it shut behind us with a grin.
She too wanted to shower, and appreciated how much time I spent
soaping her breasts. When it came to do her back, I was tempted
to trail my boner down her ass crack; to see if I would get the
same response as I'd gotten from Fleur. I'm not sure what
stopped me, but I didn't. And when Anna washed my back, she did
my ass as well; something no girl had ever done. Perhaps, I
thought, as she finished the last few strokes, I'd been wrong.
But when we toweled off, she kept it mild, smiled at me. "I do
want to talk to you for a while," I nodded, my eyes going back to
those beautiful breasts. She leaned close, kissed me lightly on
the lips. "And, yeah. I surely want to do that again. And
again."
We went outside, hand in hand again, stood near the pool. Fewer
couples were visible, at least one of which was unaware of
anything else except each other. Anna tugged, and we ended up in
the living room, sitting by ourselves on a blanket-covered
couch.
"When you look at me, what do you see?" she asked.
I knew she was serious, and I bid my hard on to relax for a
while, take a break. "A tall girl; cheerleader and basketball
player."
"Black?" she asked, and I shrugged.
"Yeah, but it isn't that important."
"So far as I know, no one has ever discriminated against me.
Never. Except, of course, in my favor."
"In your favor?" I asked, puzzled.
"Call it affirmative action, whatever."
I shrugged. There were always this, that and the other programs
in school, even when I played little league.
"My grandparents on my mom's side grew up together in
Mississippi, before and during the second world war. Things
weren't like they are now, back then. There was real
discrimination. They didn't much like it; they moved to Arizona
in the early fifties.
"My parents grew up here in the sixties and seventies; Martin
Luther King, civil rights, all of that. They fought to make us
equal; they won the fight. Mom was black, Dad was white; they
met in jail in Alabama, surprised to find they grew up in the
same town," Anna grinned.
"Momma told me once that a lot of black men marry white women;
it's a black thing, she said. Not meaning it very nice. Trophy
wives, and women who didn't mind. Not a lot of those marriages
last, but marriage with most black men doesn't last either. Mom
and Dad were different. They married because they loved each
other; they loved what they were doing. Then the battle was over
and they lived happily ever after.
"Kind of." She looked at me. "You follow politics?"
I shook my head. "Not unless you call Monica Lewinski
politics."
"Actually, I do," Anna said. "Dad's family are professionals;
they were liberals through and through. Didn't mind at all that
their son married a black woman; if anything, they were proud of
him. They weren't embarrassed to be seen in public with a mixed
race couple; it kind of went with the territory. Mom's
parents..." Anna sighed. "A different story. They didn't
really want to recognize Dad as in the family. Oh, they made the
right noises and all of that, whenever they got together, but
they didn't go out of their way to invite Mom and Dad except when
they had to.
"Time passed, things changed. I have two uncles and an aunt, on
Momma's side of the family. An uncle and an aunt on Dad's side.
Two sets of cousins, as different as night and day. Dad's
brother and sister, both of them went to college. But on Mom's
side..." She shook her head. "A truck driver, a beautician.
One of Mom's brothers went to college and got a job as a computer
programmer; that's what he still does.
"My cousins on that side..." She laughed bitterly. "Hate me;
hate everything I've ever done. White, that's what they say I
am. I might have dark skin, but I'm white inside; good grades?
That's the proof! Basketball? Well, maybe there's a little
black in that girl, maybe. Cheerleading? No black
cheerleaders!"
I reached out and put my arm around her. "All that talk got to
my older brother; instead of going to college, he's going to
jail. Last week, he was sentenced to a year for drug possession;
he was lucky, he told me, that he managed to get rid of most of
the stuff, and rat out everyone else he knew. He was proud of
it. Like to killed Momma; Dad just shakes his head, he hasn't a
clue what they did wrong.
"I have a little sister. Sally is twelve, nearly thirteen;
Momma's family works on her every day at school; telling her how
bad I am, how bad Momma and Dad are. Momma is scared to death,
mainly for Sally." She met my eyes, "But she worries about me
too, even if I'm on track to go to college."
"I told my cousin, the one with the biggest mouth, to get off my
case," she told me. "That if he kept pushing, I'd drop
basketball. I don't give a rat's ass about it. He laughed and
told me I was a 'white nigger' that I had my head so far up
whitey's ass, the sun doesn't shine.
"And you know what? The college wouldn't care, because I'm a
black woman. Doesn't matter what I do, so long as I graduate
from high school. An automatic, Go to College, collect my $2000
a semester full scholarship. Affirmative action. Doesn't matter
how good I really am on my own, I'm black. A girl. So go to the
head of the line."
"What's wrong with going to the head of the line?" I asked,
clueless, not half understanding what she was saying. "Sometimes
it's a damn long line. Why wait if you don't have to?"
"Because I didn't do anything to earn it. Because it means
something to me, to do things myself. To get things I didn't
earn because of my skin color? That sucks! Black skin lets me
go to the front? How is that different from black people going
to the back of the bus? Tell me?"
"I don't know," I told her honestly.
"It's not where in the bus they tell you to sit, it's that they
are in control. They tell me I can't make up my own mind where
to sit, that I can't compete with someone like Jennifer, because
I'm black and she's white and I need a leg up to stand level with
her." Anna's voice had steadily been rising in vigor and volume,
her arms were gesticulating wildly. I put my hand around her
shoulder, squeezed in what I hoped was a comforting gesture, not
knowing really what it was I could say or do.
Anna calmed down, laughed. "You must think I'm nuts."
"No, I don't think you're nuts," I was stunned, though. Surely
stunned. How could people let things like this go on? It was,
in it's own way, as crazy as Sam.
"Sally is in eighth grade; girl's quiet, shy. Doesn't make
friends; her cousins get mean if she talks to someone white.
They are pretty sorry excuses for people, no wonder Sally doesn't
like them any more than I do.
"So there's Sally, who doesn't have a clue that her sister is a
bisexual cheerleader and basketball player. Sally cried because
she's never been invited to a party in her life, and wanted to
come to this one. Who, so far as I know, doesn't even know how
to masturbate. And the worst thing? There are two girls from
her class here, including Jennifer. And she knew it. How could
I explain to her what was going to be going on?
"I couldn't tell Momma, either. Hey, your favorite daughter's
going off to spend the day fornicating with boys and girls.
Should I take your other daughter along, too? No, so I said I'll
be home by one in the morning."
She stopped, her breathing as fast and rapid as it had been in
the bedroom. "God, Tom, I like sex. With girls mostly, a very
few guys. I can't explain it to my family."
I realized I had exactly the opposite situation. My family had
been reluctant to talk to me about their rather extensive sex
lives until I had a sex life of my own. Explaining my sex life
to them was no big deal.
Sue Ellen came in, saw us and spoke to Anna. "You'll never
guess who showed up at the gate to the pool."
Anna sagged, "Oh no!"
"It's not the end of the world," Sue Ellen said. "Look, I told
her to come around the front here. That I wasn't the only one
running around starkers."
There was a knock on the front door, a few feet away. Sue Ellen
vanished, was back in a second, and handed us two white terry
robes. "Explain to her," Sue Ellen nodded at me. "Better yet,
let Tom do it."
I blinked; let Tom do it? I hadn't a clue! Still, I put on the
robe, and Anna walked over to the door, opened it.
The person on the other side was a bit younger then Jenny or JR,
but not much. She was, in fact, a miniature version of Anna;
Anna writ at five seven instead of six two, younger, but a girl
who held her head up just as proudly as her sister.
"Can I come in?" she asked, her voice one of the nicest I'd ever
heard, smooth and even. Anna's sister was wearing a white
sundress, rather cute and went well with her light chocolate
skin.
"Sure, why not? I mean, you're just crashing a party you
weren't invited to," Anna said, her voice tired and defeated.
"Come in," I told her. To which Anna gave me a 'butt out!'
glance.
I moved close, opened the door, and the girl brushed past me.
"Anna, please, just let it go, okay?"
"Let it go?" Anna said angry. "Why?"
"Because, Anna, you are blind and stupid. What do you think we
gossip about at school?" She waved at me. "That's Tom Ferguson.
His sister Joanna is in my class. Do you think I don't know
what kind of a person she is?"
"No, actually you don't know what kind of a person my sister
is," I contradicted her mildly.
"And her friends Penny and Jennifer? Anna, do you think I don't
know what you and Jennifer did when you two would come home after
school to 'study?'" Sally's voice was bitter and sarcastic.
"Like what classes do juniors have that a middle schooler needs
help with? It's okay for you to do what you want, but I can't?"
"Sally..." Anna's voice drained away, her former energy
dissipated.
"I'm here," Sally said with finality, "for the same reason you
are. For the same reason he is," she waved at me. "All of the
rest of you."
Anna stood silent for a second, and then looked at me. "I don't
suppose you'd like to fuck my little sister?" She glanced at
Sally. "Unless you'd rather be with Sue Ellen first?"
I happened to be looking at Sue Ellen at that moment. Sue Ellen
glanced at Sally, then away. For an instant, I saw surprise on
Sue Ellen's face, that changed to contemplation, then her brow
furrowed. A shiver went up my spine, and I looked back at Anna
and Sally. They were both looking at me.
I'd heard something once on the radio; one of the announcers had
been having a bad day and he apologized to his co-host for
'stepping all over your lines.' Had Anna stepped on her line?
Someone else's? That would mean they were working from a script.
That meant...
I straightened up, the silence lengthened. "Well, here's my
sister," Anna continued. "You want to be first? She's bound and
determined; there's nothing I can do that'll stop her." That
rang hollow, flat. Sally's face turned stony.
I turned to Sue Ellen, keeping my voice mild. "Coercion free
zone, eh? Where does lying to someone fall -- in the zone or
out?"
"Tom Ferguson, you have a streak of stiff-necked pride, not to
mention the weirdest set of moral scruples I've ever seen or
heard of. You turned down Janey and the cheerleaders, why?"
"Because not all of them wanted to, or agreed. Just like you,
Sue Ellen, I don't mind making my own choices, and letting other
people choose. I just don't like it when it's not someone's
choice, but a 'duty.'" I hung air quotes around the last word.
"Tom," my name came from an unexpected source: Sally.
"I meant what I said before," she waved at Anna. "My family has
made a career out of protecting me. From the rest of my own
family, from anything and everything. I want to be free to make
my own choices. If I crash and burn, if I get hurt... well, how
am I ever going to be able to do anything on my own if I don't
take the chances and deal with consequences when I mess up?
"I wanted to be with a boy this weekend. Not that big of a
deal, in the great scheme of things. Anna thought of you, talked
to her friend Jennifer. Jennifer said it would be cool; I would
be surprised, she told Anna. Then Anna talked to Sue Ellen and
Janey," she looked straight at me. "It seemed harmless. A
little game." She lifted her chin a little. "I didn't want to
take a chance on someone unknown. I'm not ready for that."
Sally waved in the direction of the rest of the house.
"I'm sorry," Sally concluded. "But don't blame anyone else. I
made the choice, I agreed."
"If you stop and think about it," I said, still mild, "starting
off telling someone a lie, even a little one, isn't the way you
want to get to know someone for the first time. Sure, if it
works, wonderful, but you'd always remember. Maybe later it
would all be a big joke, no harm, no foul.
"But maybe not. Maybe telling the truth might make things more
difficult, less sure in the short run. In the long run, it makes
it easier, more possible."
I grinned at Anna. "I was watching Jennifer and Katrina,
wondering what it would be like to make love to someone who'd
never been made love to before. I was little envious of
Jennifer."
Sue Ellen stepped close, "Excuse me? Katrina's a virgin?" I
nodded, and Sue Ellen started to curse. "That wasn't supposed to
happen. Janey brought her; assured me Katrina was gay and proud
of it, was thinking she might want to experiment a bit." Coming
from Janey, of course, you would tend to think she wasn't a
virgin.
"Tom's right," Anna said, then she walked up to me. "I'm sorry
about this, Tom. It was a stupid idea."
"You probably had a tough time learning the lines," I said with
a glimpse of another truth.
Anna grimaced. "I practiced a dozen times. Never could get
them down."
"Because maybe you didn't think it was a good idea," I told her.
"Maybe any number of things. I don't want to rain on your
parade, but the worst part of your plan is that I'm uncomfortable
not getting to know someone, at least a little, before I make
love to them." I shrugged.
I looked at Anna. "I wanted to be with you again," I smiled at
Sally. "This would take a while."
"I can wait," Anna said quietly. "I've waited before." She
looked at me. "I wanted to spend more time with you too." She
glanced at Sally. "My sister, though, she's important to me."
Sue Ellen giggled. "Tony came up to me a bit ago, he's wild
about Fleur. A real French girl." She shook her head. "He's
besotted with her, he's not going to be interested in anything
else for a while."
Anna grinned. "Tony and Tom aren't the only two fish in the
sea. I'm sure I can keep myself occupied for a while."
Sue Ellen touched my arm. "Let me show you my room; we kind of
saved it up for this." Sue Ellen walked down the hall, turned a
corner and opened a door; Sally went through, then I did. The
door closed behind us.
"This is kind of cold, isn't it?" Sally said, her voice soft.
"A little, but Sally," I looked at her. Light chocolate skin,
even lighter than Anna's. "It's always a little like that the
first time. Someone has to decide to go ahead." I shook my head
ruefully. "At least, that's what I've always thought it was
like. My first time, I was so excited that a girl wanted to do
it with me, I didn't care that she was as interested in doing it
as I was. Or what that meant. She wanted it, I wanted it. I'm
not sure if she was here, now, if we'd do it again." It was
true, I thought. I hadn't thought about Marsha hardly at all for
almost a week and a half. And I'd not gotten a reply to my
letter, or a call. I made a mental vow to get another letter off
to her, Monday at the latest.
We spent a few moments looking at each other. "I'm tempted to
tell you the sad story of my life," Sally muttered. "I don't
think it's that good of a story." She came closer to me, reached
up and undid the sash on my robe. It fell open and she stared at
my erection.
Sally looked me in the eye. "Anna offered to find me a nice
girl, one who'd 'bring me out' with care and consideration. I
told her thanks, but no thanks." She reached out, touched me.
"It was this I wanted. She took me to the high school nurse."
Sally made a face. "Like the nurse didn't care who I was, just
fixed me up, so I don't have to worry about mistakes for a few
months."
She kept lightly stroking me, looking at me all the while.
"Everyone says you're nice, really nice. But you want this too,
don't you?"
"Yes," I told her honestly. "I keep telling myself there's more
to it than just sex; but here I am, at a party having sex with
people I barely know. People I never met before today. There
are times I think I'm a giant hypocrite." I smiled wanly at her,
reached out and stroked her cheek. "That's the bad news. The
good news is, when I feel like that, I want to make it very, very
good. For my partner, for me."
"Good's good," Sally muttered, looked consternated for a second,
then laughed. "Good's excellent in fact! Nice place to start!"
She leaned close to me, and just before we kissed, murmured,
"Now's a good time to start."
Her mouth clung to mine, her arms came around my waist and all
in all it was a very nice, if mild kiss. She slid the robe off
my shoulders after a second, and I smiled, then turned her
around, unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the floor. Sally
had come prepared; the dress was heavy cotton, which quite
obscured the fact that she had absolutely nothing on under it.
Her breasts were the most startling I'd seen to date, and I was
getting so I had a very long base line. Sally was my size; most
girls had hemispherical breasts, four, five or in Sue Ellen's
case, maybe eight inches each in diameter. Sally's were almost
perfect spheres--and little more than an inch in diameter. It
was like she had two large marbles implanted under her chest.
For all of that, her nipples were very dark, although not as dark
as Anna's.
Her pubic hair was absent, as I found out the first time I
touched her pussy, Sally had shaved it off. "Pretty," I said, my
fingers trailing down her cheek, across her breasts, down her
stomach and brushing lightly past her pussy. "Very, very
pretty."
She smiled at me, "Tom..." I looked at her face, her eyes.
More serious than most. "I want to learn as much about sex as I
can, okay? Everything you can think of to teach me."
I grinned. "That might take a while."
She giggled. "So?"
I reached out and hugged her to me, and she put her arms around
me in turn, and the next kiss wasn't mild, even if it didn't
involve tongues yet. A full bore, hot and horny kiss it was. My
hands ran over her body, her wonderful smooth body. I cupped her
buttocks; rounder and firmer than anyone I'd met yet, even Jenny
or Anna. I remembered Jenny and the feel of her buttocks
pressing against my groin as I'd made love to her; my erection
went into serious spasms, and I nearly came. I pulled Sally
closer to me, rubbing my boner across her pubic area, bringing a
sigh from her, and then I slid my tongue between her lips,
plunging in to chase hers down.
After a bit, it was all I could do to keep from coming, so I
pulled back and smiled at her; Sally was too wound up, she was
now grinding her pelvis against me, obviously wanting to lose her
maidenhood. Everyone agreed that it hurt the girl; I wasn't
happy about that. On the other hand, they all agreed it didn't
hurt long, and if you were doing it right, she quickly didn't
care. Still, I thought, it wouldn't hurt to lubricate the area
thoroughly first.
I pulled her towards Sue Ellen's bed, pulled down the covers and
laid down on my back, then pulled and tugged until she was
sitting on my face. I started kissing her inner thighs, running
my tongue over the hollows of her hips, leaving wet trails where
it had been. Sally's clit was smaller than her sister's, but
when I touched it with the tip of my tongue, there was almost a
spark of electricity; I jumped and so did she. I touched it
again, sucked on it, kept moving my tongue around on it.
"I'm so close!" Sally sighed. "I want to come with you in
me!"
"You will, you will," I promised, my mouth full of clit. "This
is just a warm up!"
I sent my tongue into her pussy, and almost at once, felt the
obstruction. I licked and sucked, and Sally moaned and writhed
above me, finally trembling in an orgasm. I licked and sucked
harder, my hands now on her hips, pulling her onto my tongue.
Again and again I drove my tongue into her, pushing deeper.
Sally's next orgasm was almost a scream, a cry of joy and
completion, louder than any girl I'd known; the antithesis of
Shannon.
Sally moved then, pushing back, leaning down, smothering my
mouth and face with kisses, hot and wet. "Oh God!" she murmured,
showering me with dozens of kisses, her hand stroked my face, "Oh
God, Tom! I love you!"
I don't think I'll ever have words to describe it. One second,
happy, ready to apply my member to her in most interesting ways,
teaching her all she wanted to know. Then the worst cacophony of
bad brakes, shrieking in protest; the clatter of a million tons
of steel falling off a cliff, banging and breaking at the
bottom.
Like a sheet, my consciousness was ripped asunder. In a flash,
the last few hours replayed in my head; then the last two weeks.
A half dozen years of my life; all in a fraction of a second,
seeming to last forever.
I took a deep, shuddering breath, tried to calm my heart.
Another breath; I felt like I was being squeezed in a giant
vice.
Then it was calm again, and I was laying with Sally Jackson atop
me, in Sue Ellen's bedroom, at her and Janey's sex orgy.
"Are you okay?" Sally asked softly.
I gave a half-hearted laugh. "There is okay, and then there is
okay. I think this counts as an epiphany."
"You just got religion?" her voice was a little angry, a little
hostile.
"Well, not in that sense," I chuckled. "Maybe a sexual
epiphany." I bounced my pelvis against hers. "Could we talk for
a bit?"
Reluctantly, she sat up, and I did too. I leaned against the
bed headboard, reached out and pulled her to me. "This starts, I
guess, in seventh grade. Tony's my best friend, at least until
recently; now he has competition," I smiled at her, kissed her
lightly.
"We played Little League together, on the same team. My Dad had
a cow when I wanted to play football, too. No, he said, too much
chance of getting hurt. So I could only play baseball.
"I was a pitcher, a pretty good pitcher. A good hitter, a good
fielder. One day I was facing a big guy, bigger even than Tony.
I had two strikes and no balls on him; I decided to put the guy
away with a fast pitch, low and inside. Oops, I slipped.
Instead of low, it was chest high. Instead of inside, it was
right down the middle. And he crushed it.
"My dad said, always keep your eye on the ball; not all pitchers
do, but I wasn't one of them. I saw it coming; I knew it was
going to hit me. I tried to get out of the way -- but the flight
time of that ball was on the order of a third of a second. I
barely had time to move. I moved enough, anyway. It hit a
glancing blow to my elbow.
"For like a second, I thought it was no big deal. Then it
started to hurt." I met Sally's eyes. "I couldn't bend my elbow
for weeks; even now, three years later, I can press down on that
spot, and it's still tender.
"I couldn't play the rest of the year. The next year I went out
for the team, made it easily. In the second game of the season,
I pitched for the first time since I'd been hit. I got eight
strikeouts, and allowed only ground balls. Coach was ecstatic!"
She giggled.
"Next time I pitched, the first batter hit a ball right past my
ear, the second baseman put his glove up, caught it. First out
of the game. And my last. I was terrified; I almost wet my
pants. I couldn't even get the ball close to the plate after
that. After three wild pitches, Coach sat me down.
"A couple of days later, in practice, I was fine; right up until
the coach hit one close on purpose. Then I fell apart again.
"I was humiliated because I thought I was a coward; Tony was
like a giant rock of strength, he just laughed. 'Man,' he told
me, 'most guys don't know what it's like. Don't you ever worry
about it.'"
I sighed. "Two weeks and a day ago, I was just like you. A
virgin. Except, it's different for boys and girls. If a girl
walks up to a group of guys and says, 'I'm horny, wanna do it?'
She will have a raft of volunteers. Maybe other girls won't
respect her, maybe the guys won't either, not really, not later.
But she'll get what she wanted.
"But if a guy comes up to a group of girls and says, 'Wanna do
it?' Well, the kindest thought anyone is likely to have of him
is 'What a loser!' Even the other boys would laugh. Too dumb
and lame for words."
"Oh yeah," Sally nodded.
"So there I was, a virgin. Not a loser. Two weeks and a day
ago, I met someone who wanted to do it with a guy; normally she's
gay, but hey, she was here, a long way from home, why not try?
And of course, I cooperated whole-heartedly. We had sex; at the
time I thought that was what making love was all about.
"Next time, pretty much the same thing. A girl who'd been with
a lot of girls, zero guys. More sex. A friend of hers; ditto.
Sex, not love. Not that I didn't care for them, I did then and
still do. But not romantic love, just a love of sex. But hey, I
was starting to tell them I loved them." I looked at Sally,
wondering what she was thinking; she was quiet.
"Then two more. No romantic love, just sex; sex and respect.
It was good, it was fun, and enhanced us, didn't diminish us.
Everybody went away happy, with smiles. I told them I loved them
too.
"Then I met someone I cared for, cared a lot about. Before I
had sex with her, I met someone else, someone I cared even more
about, and we made love, not made whoopee." Sally smiled. "Then
I made love to the other girl, not whoopee. She wasn't wildly
happy about not being the center of my universe. We tried,
anyway. There was someone else who meant a lot to me; we made
love too. The first girl I cared for put her foot down. I had
to choose. Me and only her, or not her.
"So, now we're friends. I hope some day that will change, but
it probably won't. Life's like that.
"Then, today. One girl after another. Now you. I wanted them,
they wanted me. Sex. Whoopee sex." Another smile. "And now
you. You said you love me; I've heard that before, said that
before. I believed the words, the ones I said, the ones I heard.
But what I feel now isn't love, and I don't think that's what
you feel either."
I met Sally's eyes. "I think I was close to making a wrong
turn. Going someplace that wouldn't have been good. Sue Ellen
told me once, that she never wants to have regrets the next day.
Sally, I don't want to have regrets tomorrow either.
"Sally, I want to have sex with you, but it'll be sex, not
love."
Sally was silent for a moment, and then looked at me. "I think
I got carried away." She sighed. "My life is so screwed up."
She leaned close and kissed me. "I told you I love you because I
want to have sex with you. I thought it was boys who said that
to girls, so that they could score."
"Not me."
She kissed me again, and I turned to her. "I like you a lot?"
Sally said with an exaggerated question in her voice.
I laughed, and kissed her back. "I like you too. I couldn't do
this otherwise. But not love."
Our tongues met, and her hand went to my now rigidly turgid
member. "Would you teach me how to go down on a boy?" Sally
asked quietly.
I'd not really thought of myself in the teacher mode;
considering what I thought about most teachers in my experience,
I wasn't looking forward to it.
I explained in general, and Sally crawled down between my legs.
I explained that there seemed to be two techniques, one
emphasizing tongue and suction on the head, the other, full mouth
method. "Both are good, I don't have a preference. Whatever you
are comfortable with."
She stared at my cock from a few inches away; the most obviously
intent stare of any girl I'd known until then. She cupped my
balls, testing their weight, then kissed me on the tip of my
erection. Her tongue touched the end, licking along the side.
It took her a bit to get it in her mouth; I wasn't sure if she
was mildly teasing or just hesitant about it. Eventually though,
Sally was doing a very credible job of it, only to leave off.
"Tom," I smiled, not sure what she wanted. "Would you tell me
before you come? I... I..."
"You don't want it in your mouth," I told her.
"Sorry."
I shook my head. "You don't have to be sorry; you have to be
comfortable. And if you like, I won't shoot at all," I grinned.
"I can save it up for later."
"Would there be a later if you came now?"
"Oh yeah!" I said laughing. "Sooner rather than later."
She went back to it, and again got me close. "My mouth's
getting tired," she muttered. I reached down and pulled her up.
How good, I wondered was the lubrication I'd supplied a while
ago? It was I thought, maybe twenty minutes. Reapply, I
thought. Or maybe better...
I stroked her breasts for a few seconds with my fingers, teasing
and lightly pinching both her nipples, then started kissing them,
while I started rubbing her clit with my index finger. Sally
liked this, murmuring with pleasure, but when I went to finger
fuck her, her hand tugged on mine. "Not that, not there. I want
you to do it. With this." Her hand went to my boner.
I eased Sally back on the bed, straddled her, and guided my
prick towards her. I rubbed the tip on the outside of her pussy
lips, then slowly started pushing in. Sally was tight, and the
passage obstructed; I spent a couple of minutes trying to work my
way through the problem. I sensed Sally's growing impatience,
but I was afraid of hurting her.
Nature, however, has prepared for this; if the boy is reluctant,
the girl has her own urges. Sally grabbed my bottom, pushed
hard, pulling me towards her. I felt the tissue tear, Sally
gasped, but kept pushing and pulling, until I was deep inside
her. I could see the pain in her eyes, but when I went to pull
out, she wrapped her legs around me, and pulled me to her.
"It's okay, really," Sally said, kissing me. She smiled then,
one of the brightest smiles I'd ever seen. "This feels so good."
She wiggled a bit, smiled more. "I've had my fingers inside me,
a little plastic tube..." She wiggled more, and I stroked into
her. "But, God! A real dick is completely different!"
I almost lost my cool; I wanted to laugh so badly. I'd never
thought about it as a dick, Tom's Dick. Tom's Hairy Dick. Who
knows why our minds go wandering off to these places at times
like this?
But Sally was moving against me now, and I was moving against
her. I started kissing her breasts, using my fingers on the
other; her nipples were rock solid. She let out a moan of
pleasure, and I felt her tremble as she came, way, way before I
was ready. I couldn't help myself; I might have just broken
Sally's hymen but the only thing I thought of was coming;
spending myself deep in her vagina.
She gasped again, clutching my shoulders with her hands. I
looked at Sally, who stared back at me again. "Don't stop," she
hissed softly, "Oh my God!" She came again, and I started to
move harder and faster still, bouncing Sally and the bed for all
I was worth.
My orgasm exploded deep inside my body; I emptied myself into
her. Sally's fingers were like steel clamps on my arm, her legs
were bands of flesh and muscle pulling me into her. She slowly
relaxed her grip, then reached out and touched my face with her
hand. "I liked that," she whispered to me. "It was all I could
ever hope or dream about doing it for the first time." She
smiled softly, "And who ever comes next is going to have a tough
act to follow."
We kissed again; I'd been a little surprised a moment before.
My erection had subsided, and I'd all but come out of Sally. Now
though, it hardened, but not the full arousal I'd come to rely
on. Sally kissed harder, and I responded, but not as mightily as
I'd done before. Inside my head, I chuckled. Evidently there
were limits to my stamina after all; it shouldn't have been a
surprise, but it was.
Sally whispered softly. "I'd listen, sometimes, to Anna and
Jennifer when they would make love. Anna would think I was
reading or watching TV, but I just listened to the sounds they
made. Once I peeked; watch her eat Jennifer's pussy. I was hot,
so hot! I wanted someone to make love to me like that! But
everyone in the family watches me, except Anna. And even her,
sometimes."
She was silent for a second. "After they would make love, Anna
and Jennifer would have these little smiles, almost a glow to
their skin. Like I imagine I have right now." It was true, I
saw, looking at her. She did glow. I'd seen that expression a
dozen times now; hadn't recognized it for what it was. I flashed
back to Mom telling me that I could sleep with JR. How much had
changed since then! Now I knew why she could tell we'd been
sleeping together.
I looked at Sally, down at her dusky breasts, so elegant and
beautiful. I lifted up a bit, to see her pussy. Easily the
prettiest girl I'd ever made love to. The best proportions, the
best... I flashed back to making love to Jenny in the backside;
her buns hard against my groin. I gulped; my erection grew to
full length and strength.
Sally's eyes lit up. "Again? Oh yes! Tom! Yes!"
We kissed hard and passionately; our tongues writhing in a fiery
dance. After a moment of burning desire, I opened my eyes,
brought up my fingers and stroked her cheek. "Sally?" She
looked at me, nodded, her eyes bright and eager with
anticipation. I lifted my midsection, pulling out of her.
"Roll over; we'll try it another way." She looked at me
steadily for a second, then nodded. She rolled over and I
trailed my erection down the crack of her ass, the dimpled
rosebud there was ebony black. I longed to plunge into it; a
voice whispered in my ear that who would know? Sally would like
it, I was sure. I touched it with my boner, continuing to move
further netherwards. There was no reaction, no sign like from
Fleur that she recognized what had happened. I slid my hairy
dick into her vagina; sliding down and forward as I did. I felt
her hot buns nestle into my groin and for a moment I was in
nirvana; reveling in the sensation; without warning, I spurted
hard into Sally, thrusting as deeply into her as I could.
It was like a light switch; my body simply shut down. I slept.
I awoke almost the same way I'd fallen asleep; one second
asleep, the next wide-awake. I might have been wide-awake, but
memories came less quickly than I had, that last time. I looked
around; the bedroom was empty. I sighed, remembering that last
heave; the last spurting orgasm. I glanced at a clock on the
stand next to Sue Ellen's bed; saw in was nearly eleven. The
room was dark, so I figured that had to be before midnight, not
before noon. I breathed a silent sigh of relief; although if
Sally had been there, I'd have wanted nothing more than a repeat
of what we'd been doing.
I remembered Anna, Fleur. Mindy. All of the rest. I gulped;
God! I loved them all! To some degree or other, I loved them.
Mary, Jenny and JR. I loved them. I'd wanted to do Sally like
I'd been with Penny, Jenny and Fleur; at the last second, I
hadn't. Not because I didn't want to, but because I wasn't sure
what Sally wanted. Maybe it would have been okay; but then
again, maybe not.
There was a faint sound, and I turned towards the door. Janey
was there with a girl I didn't recognize. They came inside,
closed the door and starting kissing. I realized I was
shamefully wasting one of the few beds, so I stood and walked to
the door. Janey smiled at me in passing, but went back to what
she was doing.
I stood outside in the hallway; contemplating life and the
universe. What if I'd done nothing? How far would Janey and the
other girl go with me there? Unanswerable, I thought. At some
point, maybe I'd like to watch. Right now, though, I'd far
rather participate than watch. I went through the kitchen, which
had a pile of empty pizza and Chinese takeout boxes and went
outside.
The pool was quiet, no one was in it; I saw Sue Ellen sitting at
a picnic table talking to Nancy Driscoll, a senior. Sue Ellen
saw me and waved, and I walked over to them. I sat down next to
Sue Ellen, who grinned. "What's happening?" I asked.
Sue Ellen chuckled, "That's funny; that's what we were just
talking about." She shook her head. "This isn't turning out
like I thought."
I looked at her, curiously. "Not that it's turning out bad,"
Sue Ellen went on, a little hastily, "but not what I expected. I
thought more people would, you know, circulate."
I mentally raised an eyebrow; something must have shown on my
face. Sue Ellen patted my knee. "Oh, you've done your part, so
has Janey. But what's happening is most people have found
someone they like and are staying with them. It's more like a
party where everyone started out as strangers and ended up
friendlier."
I thought back, wondered who Sue Ellen had been with; I hadn't
seen her do anything but act as a hostess. "And you?" I asked
quietly.
"Me?" She blushed; one of the most surprising things I'd seen
in my life. "I've been making sure everyone has a good time."
I glanced at Nancy, who looked blandly back at me, no expression
on her face. She was about an inch shorter than me; played on
the girl's soccer team; was kind of on the girl's basketball
team, but didn't play much because she wasn't tall enough. She
had nicely rounded breasts; I couldn't see much of her pussy,
sitting the way she was across the table.
"Well, I've had a good time," I said mildly, watching Nancy's
reaction more than Sue Ellen's.
"Me too," Nancy replied, a hint of a smile. "Although I have
this feeling Sue Ellen is chatting me up for a reason."
Sue Ellen smiled at Nancy. "Well, I did tell Janey that she was
going to have to take a turn at hostess around midnight." I was
mildly curious; for me this evening, when I'd set out to be with
someone, I was a little more forthright. Sue Ellen was acting
shy and diffident.
I saw Nancy glance around, and then look at me, then started
talking to Sue Ellen. "You ever have a daydream about something
that you just can't shake? Like a little tune or jingle that
plays through your head, over and over?"
I nodded, so did Sue Ellen.
Nancy grimaced; "Every girl in the family above the age of two
knows to stay away from Keith; usually someone walks Dawn home.
A couple of weeks ago, I walked with her. Keith and Sam were
watching a porno movie, whacking off in the living room when we
came in.
"Dawn just went in her room and locked the door, I ignored the
stupid comments about what they'd most like to do." Her eyes met
mine. "For the life of me, I wish someone had stepped on those
guys a long, long time ago. Sickos."
I didn't say anything; she was right. And it should have been
someone in a family that warned their two year olds about
someone. "Anyway, I got out of there." Nancy sighed.
"In the movie, there was this girl with huge," Nancy sketched
breasts, glancing at Sue Ellen as she did. "Really huge, bigger
than Sue Ellen. This woman had a guy behind her, making love to
her. A woman eating her out at the same time." Nancy looked at
Sue Ellen. "Ever since then, I think about being that woman.
Not that I have big..." She smiled wryly.
Sue Ellen put her arm around me. "I have it on very good
authority, that if Tom was there, he'd want to eat you up, too.
I know I certainly do. Maybe we could work something out." She
smiled briefly. "Or in."
Sue Ellen leaned close. "I know you were expecting Janey and I
at some point, but I don't think that's going to happen. That
girl has gotten a serious case of cold feet. She's going through
the girls here like there's no tomorrow."
She turned to me. "Think you can handle a pair of horny girls?
One of whom is really, really horny?" Sue Ellen asked me.
"Two really, really horny girls," Nancy said. "All Janey did
earlier was get me started."
I contemplated the two of them; I'd thought about this too. I
had no idea how three people could make love at the same time.
But I was erect again, and more than willing to experiment. We
all stood up and Sue Ellen nodded towards the pool house.
"Unless someone snuck in while I wasn't looking, there's a room
open there." We walked towards it; none of the rooms close to
the outside, but the one furthest from the main door had a door
ajar. No one was there, and Sue Ellen closed the door behind
us.
Sue Ellen reached out an arm, wrapping it around Nancy's waist,
pulling the older girl closer to her. For a moment, Sue Ellen
rubbed her breasts against Nancy's much smaller set; Nancy's
nipples popped erect and Nancy applied a little pressure of her
own in return. Of course, there I was, standing very much alone;
I'd wondered how three people made love, and I'd been right, I
thought, to wonder. But this time I had an explicit invitation
and if nothing else, I was going to watch two girls do it. And
if there was a point where I could put an oar in the water, so to
speak, I'd take it.
The two started kissing; a hot open mouth kiss where you had no
doubt what was going on. They were now rubbing breasts together
very hard, and I saw Sue Ellen lean close to Nancy's ear and
whisper something. Nancy replied more audibly, "Eaten." I
hadn't heard the question, but I was curious about it.
Sue Ellen pulled back, leaving her breasts in contact with
Nancy's. She turned to me. "Lay down on the bed, Tom." I
walked over and lay down. When I was in position, Sue Ellen
pushed my cock inside her, while Nancy moved over my face, facing
Sue Ellen. The two of them started kissing and rubbing each
other's breasts, while I started licking Nancy's pussy and trying
to remember to stroke into Sue Ellen.
I was barely able to reach Nancy's clit, it was small and as
long as my tongue was, it wasn't that long. I pushed it inside
her as far as I could, enjoying her taste, Fleur had tasted of
lime juice, Nancy was a little more tart still, somewhere I
thought, between lemon juice and vinegar.
I might not have been able to reach Nancy's clit, but Sue Ellen
could; at one point her fingers were there, sliding along Nancy's
pussy slit, eliciting a sigh of satisfaction from Nancy.
It had taken me a few minutes to get the pattern of pushing into
Sue Ellen and licking Nancy set in my head so I could do both at
once. Even so it was really easy to forget one and concentrate
on the other; at one time or another I stopped doing what I was
doing to Nancy or Sue Ellen, and focused on just one of them.
Sue Ellen also seemed to be having the same difficulty; there
were times she'd sit quietly on me, her fingers frantically
rubbing Nancy's clit or breast, and other times were she was
matching my deep strokes with moves of her own. Nancy seemed to
me more or less able to concentrate on Sue Ellen, although once I
felt her fingers touch my erection as I moved in and out of Sue
Ellen.
Nancy moved, leaning down to kiss Sue Ellen's breasts, moving
over my face as well. I brought up my hands up on her bottom to
keep her from mushing my nose, and found my eyes-only inches from
her puckered rosebud. I mentally gulped; there was no smell,
beyond sweat and Nancy's lemon-vinegar. I had, I thought, eaten
all parts of a girl but this one. I touched it tentatively with
the tip of my tongue; prepared to beat a hasty retreat if I
tasted anything like I expected shit to taste like.
There wasn't any such taste, but I couldn't bring myself to
press my tongue inside her like I would a pussy; still Nancy had
let out a startled sound, then her bottom moved in an odd
corkscrew motion that made it hard for me to remain in contact
with my target.
I heard Nancy mutter to Sue Ellen, "Finger fuck me hard!" And
Nancy started coming almost at once as Sue Ellen did just that.
Sue Ellen's vaginal muscles started contracting in time with my
movements into her, her breathing increased in pace with Nancy's
gasps. I thrust harder and Sue Ellen moaned, then I spurted into
her, although not as much as I'd been spurting earlier.
After a bit, I pushed my tongue back into Nancy's love tunnel,
and she wiggled again.
"Tom's still frisky?" Sue Ellen said with a laugh, and I felt
her bounce on my middle. "God, like the man doesn't know how to
quit." Nonetheless, she lifted up, pulling away from me and
standing up. "Gotta run guys, see how things are going."
Just like that; two seconds and gone. Both times we'd made love,
I thought, Sue Ellen had run off afterward. Why was that? Most
of the other partners I had loved the feel of me inside them,
afterwards. Why was Sue Ellen different?
Nancy lifted up, and I thought she was headed after Sue Ellen;
instead she turned and lay down next to me, lifting her lips to
be kissed. I obliged, Nancy wasn't nearly as passionate with me
as her earlier kiss with Sue Ellen, and taking a hint, I kept it
that way myself. After a bit, she pulled back and looked at me,
her eyes and face expressionless.
"Do you think all of the Driscolls are sex maniacs?" I shook my
head. "I let you kiss me just now... there. That's not crazy?"
"It's a matter of personal preference," I almost said taste,
decided that would have been in bad taste. "I've never done it
before either. But I was running out of anything to reach," I
admitted.
Nancy nodded. "It wasn't the most comfortable position I've
ever tried, usually when I sit on someone's face, it's the other
way around." Her eyes met mine, flat and expressionless. I
wondered what she was thinking; I had a feeling it wasn't really
about the position we'd just made love in.
She spoke softly, "I've been sexually active since I was eleven;
my last baby sitter just loved to eat little girl pussy. And I
loved the attention and the way it felt. I really hated it when
my mom told me I was old enough not to need a sitter any more. I
didn't think I was going to get tongued like that again, any time
soon.
"One night, Dawn was sleeping over; we were stupid, really
stupid. Swiped one of my dad's beers," she shook her head.
"Twelve year olds have no head for booze, much less nine year
olds. We got drunk as skunks. I was so horny I forgot where I
was, and started masturbating. Dawn was curious and so I showed
her what I'd learned from my baby sitter. And sure enough, Dawn
loved it."
She gave a short bitter laugh. "We both loved it; for two
years, after school, any old time we could manage a sleep over,
we did it. Then Keith caught us. He wanted me to give him a BJ
as the price of silence; I wasn't thinking about anything except
not getting caught. So I did it.
"After that, he hunted us, trying to catch us. We haven't, not
since that day." Nancy was silent for a long time. "So Keith
just popped in one day after school and demanded another payment,
anyway," Nancy huffed a sigh. "I told him to go fuck himself,
which is what I should have done the first time."
I leaned close, kissed Nancy lightly. "It was the right thing
to do."
She shrugged. "When Mom came home a bit later, I told her that
Keith had found Dawn and I 'playing.' Mom asked a few questions,
nodded and laughed, 'Played a game or two like that myself, in
my day!' she told me. After that, if I wanted to bring someone
over, that was okay with her. She told my Aunt to keep her son
away from me, or she'd call the cops."
"She should have called the cops," I said softly.
"Easier to say than to do. Except for you," she replied.
"Are you pissed at me for turning him in?" I asked, wondering
if that was the source of what I thought was unhappiness.
"No, you're right. It was way past time to have done something
about Keith. But once you start covering up for someone, all you
think about is covering up. Stupid. Everyone has apologized to
my Aunt for not saying something sooner. She's pissed, really
pissed, at the rest of the family; even yet she doesn't really
accept what Keith did. She talks about how it was 'the other
boys.'"
"In Sam's case, that might be true," I told her. "He was the
violent one; Keith and Roger were turds, but not violent turds.
Not on their own."
She looked at me more seriously. "You're making excuses for
him, too."
"Uh uh!" I said quickly, "That was an explanation, not an
excuse! No excuse for what they did, just a possible
explanation."
She looked at me, her eyes wide. "I never thought of it like
that before." She was silent for a long time, then her hand went
down and rubbed my cock, which was not ready for the attention;
not that I didn't respond quickly. "You want to do it?" she
asked softly.
I looked into her eyes. "I like it when the girl I'm with is a
little more whole hearted," I told Nancy.
She rubbed me another time, and I grew rock hard. "When I was a
sophomore, Mom read something in a magazine about how to get into
college. Extra-curricular activities, she told me. I had to do
something. I'd been taking dance since I was four; cheerleading
seemed logical," she laughed ruefully.
"I wasn't prepared for all of their little rituals. I didn't
mind Sylvie George 'adopting me' for a month; I didn't mind
eating or being eaten. It was the night when I made the team and
they drew a football player's name out of the hat for me to do
the same thing to. I came this close to walking away, right
then." She held up her fingers a fraction of an inch apart.
Well, I'd told Janey Sussman about that; it didn't make me feel
much better to know I was right. "But I picked Tony," she smiled
slightly. "Tony told them, he couldn't get it up, not with an
audience. He stood there, in the middle of the cheerleaders and
the football team and told them he couldn't get it up." Her
voice was filled with wonder, obviously amazed, even now.
"They all left, and Tony told me that while he'd like a blow
job, he didn't want it that much. We could just fake it. So I
jerked him off." She met my eyes. "A couple of weeks later we
were coming home from an away game; we'd gone to the dance later,
it was after midnight. Tony and I were the only two awake on the
bus. I jerked him off again, and then let him finger me.
"A couple of weeks later, his mom drove us home after a
practice. I asked Tony in; no one was home and that time we did
it. Ever since, not often, but once or twice a month we do it."
She waved at the door. "I wanted to get Tony and Sue Ellen
together tonight, just like this and tell her."
I was silent for a long moment. "Do you want me to tell Sue
Ellen?" It seemed to me to be the obvious explanation for what
she was after.
She met my eyes. "You and she are friends. Of course you'll
tell her."
"You and she are friends too, you haven't told her. Tony and
Sue Ellen are friends, and they haven't spoken about it. I'm
friends with Tony; he hasn't told me." I looked into her eyes.
"Not everyone tells secrets, Nancy. And this is personal and
private; I won't unless you want me to."
"Even if I'm a big chicken, and haven't got the courage to do it
myself? That I'd be using you to duck something really
unpleasant?"
"I don't much want to do it, Nancy. It's not something I look
forward to. But if you ask me to, I will." I reached down where
Nancy had still been rubbing my cock. "And you don't have to do
this to get me to do it, either."
For the first time, I saw emotion on her face. "Sue Ellen told
me you were the one guy she's met who doesn't mind the girl on
top. Tony hates that."
"Sue Ellen told me that same thing," I told her. "Personally, I
like it best."
She kept lightly stroking my cock, but was otherwise silent for
a bit. Then she looked at me. "I started off with girls, but
Tony's nice, really nice. But he's been the only boy I've been
with. I know this is supposed to be like Mardi Gras this
weekend, no rules. Tom..."
I leaned over and kissed her. "If you want to, I surely do
too!" I told her. This time she lifted her mouth to be kissed,
and I felt her mouth fall open. I used my tongue, and the kiss
swiftly went to the 'super hot' variety. Still, I was a little
startled when Nancy rolled on top of me, and rammed my cock into
her pussy. It was almost rough, but I realized she was simply in
a hurry.
She moved on me, more at first than any other girl I'd been
with, only Penny had been close. Her hands ran over my body, her
kisses were not only to my mouth, but my ears, my face. A giggle
ran through my body, I don't think Nancy felt it; the reason I
liked the girl on top was when she sat up, I could rub her
breasts or clit. Lying on top of me wasn't as good, because I
could hardly reach anything. Still, one part of her I did reach
was her bottom, and I rubbed her ass cheeks, trailing my fingers
through the crack of her ass.
Nancy gave a low moan, lifted up her head and looked at me.
"You keep touching me back there."
I nodded, "I'll stop if you want."
Nancy shook her head, looking at me steadily. "It's just nice,
I guess."
She smiled, not quite the first emotion I'd seen from her, but
easily the most. "I guess laying on my back, it would be hard to
reach." I nodded, and she continued to move against me, her hips
doing most of the work. After a second, she lifted up slightly,
and I moved my hands from her bottom to her breasts.
"I know guys do it there. And I've heard some girls let guys do
it to them." Again I nodded, enjoying the feel of her breasts
under my fingers. As I'd noted when Sue Ellen had rubbed Nancy's
breasts, her nipples grew erect; very much longer than most.
Nancy had paused, not only talking, but moving against me. "Have
you ever...?"
Again I nodded. "Not everyone likes it. I've never been with
another guy," I shook my head, "I don't think I'd like that."
She nodded. "I don't think I want to do it either. But
touching, that's nice." There was a funny catch in her
breathing, and I looked at her with a trace of concern. "God,"
she murmured, wiggling a bit. "I want you so much. Hard. I
wish..." She shook her head, bit her lip. "I'm just using you,
you know.
"With Sue Ellen, just now... I want some boy to fuck me; fuck me
hard. Yet, I look at you and that's not what happens. It's
loving, gentle. Wonderful. I'm very confused right now."
"That's okay," I smiled back, moved against her. "As long as
this is what you want."
"Oh yeah! I want it!" Nancy started moving again, more
vigorously. She lowered herself back down, and I moved my hands
over her back, down to her bottom, long strokes. Twice in the
next few minutes I trailed fingers through her ass crack, then
another time with more pressure, spreading her cheeks slightly,
touching the rosebud. Nancy gave a sibilant sigh of pleasure,
and started moving faster. I lifted to reach her, and then
touched her there again.
This time there was an "Ahhhhh!" very much like Jenny's, and I
felt her quiver above me. I thrust very hard, very deep and she
clamped her vaginal muscles down on me, and I came inside her.
For maybe half a minute, we stayed like that, frozen in our
mutual pleasure, before finally her muscles relaxed, then mine.
"I like this way lots better than the other," Nancy said after a
minute. "Way better."
"It's better still, if you sit up," I told her softly. "I can
rub all sorts of places." I was surprised when she leaned down,
kissed me lightly on the forehead.
"Tom... " I looked at her, curious what she was thinking.
"You're the first person I've been with who, right after, was
thinking about ways to make it better for me. With girls, it's
mostly trying to make it better for both, but Tony, he's a
fountainhead of ideas on how to get himself off."
"I'm not Tony," I told her, pushing into her again with my half
erect cock. Inside, I realized that maybe I wasn't Tony, but how
many times had I compared one lover to another?
She giggled. "No, not Tony. Different." She smiled at me. "I
was unhappy earlier; Tony was with that French girl. Sue Ellen
was more or less busy; Janey was quick. Gaby and I took more
time, but she wanted to go back to Fay."
I felt her vaginal muscles clench around my rod. "You're
different." She was silent again, and then started rubbing her
nipples over mine. "We'll probably never be together again, like
this, after tonight." I could only nod. Probably not. "Once
more?" I surged into her, lifting her midsection a few inches
off the bed.
After a few more lifts, I pressed lightly, until she was sitting
up. One hand went to her amazing nipples, hard and huge; the
other for her clit, small and soft. We rose on a cloud of
passion, and at the mountain's peak, again she sounded more like
Jenny then anyone else. A few moments after our climax, she
curled up in my arms, and was asleep a few seconds later.
I kissed Nancy's forehead; considered what I should do next.
Sally didn't seem to have had much compunction about leaving me
snoozing away; of course, I suspected she was now home in her own
bed. Did she have a smile on her face? I hoped so; I did
thinking about her.
I glanced at Nancy, her face relaxed in sleep. There was a
strong temptation to curl up next to her and sleep myself.
Except I wasn't all that tired, but it seemed like such a rat
thing to do, to get up and leave someone you'd just made love
to.
I sighed. On the other hand, what if Nancy slept until morning?
What about Mindy, Sally, Sue Ellen? Hadn't they gotten right up
and left?
I kissed Nancy again, stood and left as quietly as I could. The
clock on the nightstand stood at midnight.
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