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Veronica
CHAPTER EIGHT
I called home and told Mom where I was going to be and said
I should be home by seven, and if I was going to be later
I'd call again. Then I queued up with the other kids in
the faculty parking lot. I'd expected a bunch of real
dorky-looking characters, but most of them were real cute.
I didn't know any of them when I got there, but I knew all
of them by the time Ed showed up and loaded us all into the
Microbus. It was nice to be with a group of kids my age
who were as bright as me and as mature, especially since
they were good-looking.
The house where Mr. Sautter -- Ed -- lived was a big
two-storey colonial. It was white and in another year it
was going to need a coat of paint. It was at the end of
Eagle Point Road, right next to the cemetery. Tall, tall
hedges surrounded the entire plot. The yard was enormous,
easily an acre, and there was a good-sized in-ground pool.
We piled out of the Microbus, and Ed showed us around the
first floor of the house and told us to make ourselves at
home while he changed. He went up the stairs, and a couple
of us wandered out through the patio doors opening from the
family room to the yard. The furnishings in the house were
what you'd expect of three bachelors on a budget --
mid-Twentieth Century Catch-All.
Ed reappeared in cutoff jeans and a PEACE NOW tee-shirt and
got us started setting up lawn chairs and preparing the
picnic table and the barbecue grill. Susan, his friend,
showed up about 20 minutes later. She was real cute and
real sexy -- and young. She was a senior at Toledo
University, which made her about 21 or 22.
Susan was about five-foot-four, with dark brown hair cut in
bangs and light green eyes. She had a great face, a
sprinkling of freckles, a wide and sexy mouth with real
soft lips, and a button nose. She was slim, but curvy,
too. She was wearing old faded jeans and a short- sleeved
blouse, and if you looked at her, you couldn't figure out
exactly what it was about her that was sexy, but she was.
The boys in our group couldn't stop looking at her. I
sneaked some peeks, myself.
She got the chicken barbecuing, and we mixed up some punch
and then we all sat around and talked about what writing
meant to us, what it could be and how the group might work.
It was nice. It was also getting damn hot out in that
afternoon sun, and I started looking at the pool the way I
usually looked at George -- with longing.
Around four, we all dug into the chicken and a huge bowl of
German potato salad that had been lurking in the
refrigerator. Barbecued chicken is messy, and we got it
smeared all over our hands and faces. By five, we were all
feeling fat and lazy. Ed suggested another meeting a
couple of weeks later and then offered to drive home anyone
who wanted a lift.
"Leaving Guess Who with the cleanup," Susan muttered. She
was standing near me. I offered to stay and help. At
first she said no, but I explained that I wasn't expected
home for a while and said if I could use the phone, it
would be no problem. And it wasn't.
As soon as the van pulled out of the driveway with its
chicken-fed cargo, Susan and I started gathering the
debris. It really went a lot faster with the two of us,
and we had done everything but wrap the leftovers in
Saranwrap within 15 minutes. The kitchen had been getting
most of the late day sun and was awfully hot. Sweat was
pouring off us as we wrapped and stored. Susan told me how
she and Ed had met. She wasn't really in love with him,
but she liked him an awful lot and, they had a lot of
interests in common.
When the last drumstick was safely wrapped in plastic and
ensconced in the Kenmore refrigerator, Susan turned to me.
Her blouse was plastered to her by sweat. "I need a dip in
the worst way."
"You and me both." My demure little white blouse had
gotten pretty sticky, too.
She grabbed my forearm and grinned mischievously. "Let's
do it!"
"No suit." I grinned. "But you go ahead."
"We could skinny dip."
"Not this kid," I said. "All we need is some clown to come
wandering back to collect for the newspaper delivery or --
"
"You're right." She brightened. "I have a couple of suits
here."
She must have seen the surprise in my face.
"Shoot, I spend enough time here, especially since it's
gotten warm. I'd be a dope not to have a couple of changes
of clothes here." She took both my arms in her hands, her
fingers just above my elbows, and held me at arm's length
to appraise me. "Maybe. Come on."
I followed her saucy, denimed butt up to the second floor.
She opened the first door at the top of the stairs. "Ed's
room," she said, pausing. "It'll probably be a shambles."
It wasn't as bad as the bedroom Jeanne and I shared and I
said so. Still, it was a mess. She pulled a small duffel
bag from the closet -- also a mess -- and put it on the
bed. She began excavating. Three two- piece suits
appeared. She examined them. "What size bra do you wear?"
"Uncomfortable."
She wiggled her fingers at me. "Give."
"I should wear a 27-B -- "
"A what -- Oh. Well -- " She was holding a blue halter
that tied in the back. It was little more than a piece of
rubbery blue cloth with straps and a string. "Let's try
this. You're not shy, are you?"
I barely suppressed a laugh. "Not so you'd notice." I
stepped out of my jumper and stripped off my knee-high
regulation white socks, then unbuttoned my blouse. It had
really gotten soaked and it felt good to have it off.
Susan was staring at me, her jeans opened and her blouse
unbuttoned. "Oh, you poor kid." Her gaze was focused on
my breasts. "That must be so uncomfortable."
Her saying it made me aware of it -- an awareness that was
doubled by relief when I removed the pre-deb bra that was
the only thing I could find as small as 27 inches. Of
course, it was designed for a kid wearing a bra more for
practice than need.
My breasts, freed, swelled out from their unnatural
constriction. There were red marks where the bra cut into
them. I rubbed the welts absently. I nodded ruefully in
response to her remark.
"Oh, you are so lovely," she said, surveying my panty-clad
form. "Your breasts are absolutely perfect." She peeled
off her blouse and was half-naked before me.
"You've got nothing to complain about," I said. And it was
true. Her breasts were firm and conical, and she had
really big aureoles, and her nipples looked like they could
get very thick and prominent. She sighed and stripped off
her jeans and panties and selected a red-and- green striped
two-piece. I noticed that her cunt hair was very short and
looked like it had been trimmed.
She spotted the direction of my gaze and laughed -- almost
giggled, in fact. "Ed likes -- " She caught herself. "I'm
sorry. Looking at you and listening to you, it's easy to
forget you're just a kid in Catholic school and -- Well, I
didn't mean to offend you."
I stared her right in the eye and said, "There's a
difference between 'young' and 'kid.' I'm young, sure, but
I'm not a little kid. I've done some stuff."
"'Stuff'?"
"With guys. Lots of stuff."
She arched an eyebrow.
"Everything."
The other eyebrow went up. I nodded.
She reached into her duffel bag and withdrew a
squeeze-bottle of skin lotion. "For those marks."
I nodded, thinking she was changing the subject. I held
out my hand.
"Let me," she said, squeezing some of the lotion into her
hand. She put the bottle down and then rubbed her hands
together, sharing and spreading the lotion. I watched her
face as she stepped close to me. "Let me," she repeated.
I nodded, and she began massaging the slippery lotion into
the sides of my tits, where the pre-deb bra had left its
marks. Her fingers were gentle and her touch was sure as
she spread and massaged the lotion into my sensitive, firm
young breasts.
"Tell me, Marie," she said, her face a foot from mine.
"Have you ever done anything with a woman?"
I shook my head, but added: "I've done everything you can
think of with girls."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes."
"Oh...I was hoping you'd say that," she said and then she
bent her head and kissed me on the mouth. I opened my
mouth to her, and our tongues met. Her wonderful hands
never stopped caressing my breasts. My hands got busy,
too. I rested my fingers on her butt for a moment and then
started stroking her ass cheeks.
She took her mouth off mine for a moment and said, "The
bed."
As if she could read my mind.
I let her dance me a couple of steps backward, and the edge
of the bed hit the back of my legs. She half-turned me,
and we fell on the rumpled sheet with our arms around each
other. Her breasts were at eye-level for me. I'd been
right about her nipples -- they'd gotten very prominent.
The nozzles were about a half-inch long or more, and they
were very thick. They just begged to be kissed, so that's
what I did.
"Oh, yes, honey, do that," she whispered, so I did it some
more, moving my mouth from one firm, pointy breast to the
other and back again. I started sucking her nipples, and
she rolled onto her back. I rolled on top of her, still
sucking, and put my hands on the outer swells of each firm,
college-girl cone. Her nipples had swelled still more, and
she was moaning and moving slowly, sensuously beneath me.
Her hands never stopped moving, caressing my face, my
shoulders, reaching down to cup my tits and squeeze them a
little. When she traced her forefinger around my lips as I
sucked one of her nipples, I felt a surge of excitement go
through me.
I flicked my tongue rapidly back and forth over the nipple
in my mouth, and she arched her hips. "Bite it," she
begged. "Bite my nipple."
I closed my teeth carefully over that turgid nozzle and
gently chewed it, my tongue continually moving over the
tip. She gasped loudly, and her hips began an unmistakable
fucking motion. I continued my mouth work on the nipple
and pinched the other nipple with my thumb and forefinger.
Her hips moved more urgently, and when I began to twist the
other nipple, she came. She arched her back, her legs wide
and her cunt jabbing at the ceiling. Then she froze and
fell back, groaning.
"Let's lick each other, honey -- now!" she said. She
guided my hips back and up, settling my legs on either side
of her head. I lowered my cunt on her mouth, and she
introduced me to the pleasures that a thoroughly
experienced woman can lavish on another woman. I'd never
experienced anything quite like what she was doing. Susan
had a way of sucking my entire cunt into her mouth and then
running the tip of her tongue over my labia and clit so the
moist muscle barely grazed my swollen flesh. Thirty
seconds of that and I was flowing like a stream, ready to
cum.
I ducked my head down and began licking the insides of her
thighs and the edges of her neatly trimmed pussy hair. Her
cunt lips were very long and swollen. I took each one in
my mouth and sucked on it and licked it and then let my
teeth gently close on it. She groaned against my cunt and
slowed her tongue's movements to a tantalizing,
excruciatingly pleasurable caress.
When I turned my attention to her clitoris, she got really
wild. If I was flowing like a stream, she was a river.
The juices just kept coming out of her pussy till I
wondered for a moment if it was cunt juice or piss -- but a
taste answered my question. Her feet were flat on the bed,
and her legs were wide apart...and so were her labia. Her
pussy gaped at me, and I could see it pulsing inside when I
sucked the swollen little grain of her clitoris.
"Put your fingers in me, honey!" she wailed softly. "Get
me off!" As she spoke, she was reaching around my hips and
using her fingers to open the tight clam of my cunt. She
started licking the inner flesh of my cunt lips. The
pleasure was washing over me in long, gentle waves,
undulating orgasms that rocked my little body back and
forth.
I put two fingers inside her and there was plenty of room,
so I added another. Her movements on my cunt and under my
lips said she liked that, and there seemed to be more room,
so I put another finger in her cunt, filling it. I worked
my four fingers in and out as far as they'd go and she
moaned against my pussy and shook beneath me. I felt her
cunt spasm on my fingers and knew she was cumming. I was
ready to stop.
She wasn't.
"Put them all in there, honey! Please," she cried. "Put
your whole hand in me!"
My hand? Well, I was small, and she certainly had a big
hole, and she was wet enough, and I figured she knew what
she was doing, so I worked my thumb into her cunt, too, and
started moving my hand back and forth.
"Push it in -- all the way! Please!"
I pushed at her, and she pushed at me, and my hand slid
inside much more easily than I'd have expected. When my
wrist was caught in her cunt, she clamped down on me and
came, hard, and then started revolving her hips and fucking
at my hand. I couldn't keep my mouth on her clit anymore,
so I just did what I could while she kept licking and
sucking all the exposed pink flesh of my pussy.
I wiggled my fingers inside of her, and she came again,
even harder, and then she sobbed at me from between my
legs: "Please, honey -- make a f-fist in me!"
I was game for anything at that point, so I made the fist
and she got crazy.
"Ohhh, yeah, pump me with it! Fuck me with it!"
I did as she'd asked, working my hard, clenched little fist
in her sopping twat. She came and came, going rigid under
me, then turned slippery and sinuous as an eel as she
bucked. Her cunt was tightening around my hand, and it
took real effort to continue, but she kept yelling, louder
and louder, "Pump me with it -- oh yeah! Fuck me harder --
oh, yeah!"
Finally, I pushed my fist in as far as I could, till she
had my fist, wrist and a third of my forearm in her, and
then I began twisting my hand inside her, and then she just
plain lost it. She shrieked into my cunt so loud I thought
the sound would come out of my ears, and she came and came
and came, like for more than a minute.
When she finally relented, she whispered, "Now take it out
real slow, just like -- oh yeah!"
I pulled my invading hand out of her slowly and carefully
and every inch or so, she'd shiver and have a little
orgasm. When my fist came out, even her big pussy was
stretched around my hand. Then it came out and with it
came a regular flood of juice. She grunted and hunched her
hips and literally expelled a gush of sauces a few inches
into the air. She lay back, spread-eagled, and panted and
shook. Her nipples looked ready to burst.
I crawled up next to her and she pulled me into her arms.
"Honey, that was so good," she said. "I love being stuffed
like that."
"I loved the way you were licking me," I answered. She
kissed me, depositing some of my own juices on my mouth.
"You have such a sweet, tight little cunt, so smooth and
tasty -- mmmmm!" She licked her lips and then mine. "I
could eat your pretty little pussy all day!"
"Okay by me!"
She laughed and kissed me again. Our breathing was
returning to normal.
"I couldn't believe how easy it was to get my hand in you,"
I told her.
"I've always had a big pussy, and over the years, I've
enlarged it by putting, uh, big things in it. There just
aren't many men who can fill me the way I like." She ran
her hand over my ass and beyond to run a finger over my
cunt. "You're so lucky to have such a tight pussy --
anyone's cock must fill you!"
I shrugged. "Some more than others."
"I know what you mean. One man usually can't keep me happy
unless he's really big. Fortunately, I've learned to enjoy
a pretty woman -- or girl -- " She kissed me on the tip of
my nose. "But right now I've found someone who can really
fill me up."
"Ed."
She shook her head. "No, Ed's about average, a little
less. I mean Bill."
"Bill?"
"One of Ed's roommates. He's got a dick on him like a
horse, almost a foot long and thick as your wrist."
"What if Ed finds out about you and Bill?"
"Finds out? Honey, he knows. Sometimes I suck him while
Bill is in me, or he packs my butt while I ride Bill." She
closed her eyes and shivered. "You can't imagine what
that's like!"
"I don't have to imagine it," I said.
Her eyes opened suddenly. "You got sandwiched in that
little pussy and that little bitty ass?" She plainly
didn't believe me.
I told her about the previous summer at Kelly's Island.
When I was done, she was obviously turned on again. "All
those hard young teenage dicks, never tiring, just one
after the other..." She had one hand over her pussy,
playing with her clit. "....one after the other in that
sweet little nooky of yours --- ahhhh!" she shivered and
came. She caught her breath and said, "I'd have given
anything to watch that. I love to watch, too. Even
myself. That turns me on so much! Ed shot some eight
millimeter film of Bill and me and then another time with
Bill and me and these two guys we picked up in a bar. One
of them had a cock so fat I couldn't get my hand around it,
must've been two- and-a-half inches, but not real long. He
filled my cunt real good. Bill fucked my ass while I sat
on that fat dong. I felt like I had a horse in me! Oh,
did I cum!"
We lay there for a few more minutes, then got showered and
cleaned up. We washed each other; that was fun. We got
downstairs just as Ed returned.
We chatted and hung out for a little while. Susan
announced she was going for a swim and went upstairs. We
watched her, and I remembered her naked body next to me and
under me, and it turned me on. She was so lithe and quick
when she dove, she was like a water sprite. While she was
in the pool, Duane -- the third roommate -- came home, and
a few minutes later Bill arrived. Bill was real handsome
and really smooth and looked really good in his
summer-weight suit. I would've gotten wet looking at him
even if I hadn't known what he had camped between his legs.
It was easy to imagine him and Susan getting it on. I
wanted to see that.
Ed drove me home and invited me to come out again anytime.
He said he thought Susan liked me. I told him we seemed to
get along.
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