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Ch. 22 Codes: Mf, Mf, teen, oral
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
As Marianne had predicted, things slowly went back to normal, at least at
first. Her parents (especially her father) were not happy about our
relationship, but appeared to have resigned themselves to it. Since they
weren't happy, neither was Marianne, and as a result, she spent more and more
time over at my place.
The biggest victim in this confrontation, ironically, was not Marianne but
Hayley. Her parents continued to think she knew nothing about the situation,
and they appeared determined to keep it that way, instructing her that she
was to have no contact with me whatsoever. They had only just allowed her to
start dating, and she was now suffering under the discipline they were unable
to direct at Marianne.
"She's pissed at the entire world," Marianne told me one afternoon a few
weeks later. "Me especially. She keeps bitching at Mom and Dad about how
they're punishing her for what I did. Which is true. They're being totally
unfair, but they're not interested in anyone else's opinions."
We were lying in bed together after making love, her with her head on my
chest, staring up at the ceiling and picking at her hair for split ends. I
looked down the smooth length of her body, between her breasts, to the belly
ring and kitten tattoo.
"I can understand it. It sucks, but I can understand where they're coming
from."
"I know. I feel bad about this, but what I can do?"
"Nothing. What do you think Hayley will do?"
"She's not going to rat us out, about your sleeping with her. Not as far as
I know. She keeps asking me how I could tell them and ruin everything. She
cries about it all the time. I know she really misses you."
I had been thinking that I should be grateful about Hayley being under house
arrest, since it reduced my potential liability, but I was feeling worse and
worse about what she was going through, since it was essentially my fault.
Or at least a large chunk of it was.
"Do you think you could you sneak her over here somehow? Would that help?"
"Maybe. I don't know how. Mom and Dad want to know where she is like every
second of every day. She has to call them whenever she goes anywhere."
I brainstormed for a few moments.
"I'm assuming they know nothing about the other girls on the squad."
She scoffed.
"As if. Jeez."
"Hayley's a sophomore, right? She'll be eligible to try out for the varsity
squad next spring?"
"Right."
"So if some of the other girls on the varsity squad invited her over, to
practice or something, would your folks suspect anything?"
She rolled over onto her chest, eyes lighting up.
"No. Not a thing. Mom's so into our being cheerleaders. She was one
herself. I bet she'd go along with that easy. Especially if I stayed home
to distract them."
"Would she check up on her?"
"Maybe, but they'll play along. That should work great."
"Okay. But, you know, we can't make a habit of this. We have to ease her
out of this situation eventually, sooner rather than later, I think. It's a
lot more risky now with us out in the open."
Her face tightened up, and she looked down. She didn't say anything for a
few moments.
"There isn't any way we can keep her part of this? Somehow?"
"Is that what you want?"
She nodded slowly.
"It's what I'd like. I don't know how, but could you try to think of
something?"
"When is her sixteenth birthday?"
"March."
"Until she turns eighteen, I don't know what we can do."
She looked up at me forlornly.
"There has to be something. There just has to be."
Marianne called me the next day at work and explained what she and Hayley had
set up. Giselle and Ashley had called Marianne's mother to ask if Hayley
could come over to talk about trying out for varsity that spring, and she had
agreed. They were going to hang around Ashley's in case Mrs. Mulcahey called
to check on Hayley. Marianne would stay home, and Hayley would come over to
my house.
She arrived just after I got home, coming straight into my arms to hug me. I
held her, caressing her back slowly.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too, Little Kit."
"This sucks so hard. Please tell me I can keep seeing you. Please. I'll
die if you won't let me keep seeing you."
"It's going to be hard. You know this is against the law."
"I don't care. I love you."
"Unfortunately, that doesn't help us."
"Can't you think of something?"
"Marianne and I are working on it."
She squeezed me tightly, whimpering in distress. I reached down and picked
her up, carrying her up to the bedroom. She lay quietly as I undressed her,
removing her jeans and baby tee shirt. When I had her down to bra and
panties, I sat back to look at her. She was as beautiful as her sister was,
just slightly less developed. They were alike enough that I had a hard time
separating what I felt for them, and if I wasn't completely sure I loved
Hayley too, I knew I cared about her happiness and did not want her to get
hurt, whatever happened with the rest of this.
She pulled me down to kiss her, and we necked and fondled each other for a
few minutes. When she was naked, I rolled her on her stomach to inspect the
cat tattoo on her butt, now largely healed.
"Do you like it?"
"It's very cute. Just like you."
"A little kit."
"Yep."
She rolled back over and slipped her arms around my neck.
"Marianne's your kitten. I'm your little kitten."
I kissed her softly.
"Right."
"I love you so much."
I looked down into her pretty blue eyes, only a shade or two lighter than
that lapis bracelet she still wore all the time. I brushed the blonde hair
back from her face.
"I love you, too, Little Kit."
I went back to kissing her slowly, playing with her firm breasts until I had
her nipples standing straight out from her chest. I slid down and took one
in my mouth, reaching down with my left hand to stroke between her thighs.
She squirmed as I explored her sex, caressing her gently as I suckled her
breasts. She writhed on the bed under me, making those little whimpering
noises she always made.
When I felt her getting wet, felt a little squirt of moisture emerge onto my
fingers, I lowered myself the rest of the way. She reached down for my
hands, and I opened her up with a gentle lick. I felt the little bud of her
clitoris with the tip of my tongue, wiggling back and forth over it. I
dipped down, wetting myself with her fluids, tasting her. I kept up that
slow, steady, circular motion until she was rolling her sex at my face,
moaning softly as if she were in pain. I sped my movements now, matching
each roll of her hips. Her abdomen began to twitch, her hands clamped down
on mine, and a moment later she was shivering in orgasm under me. I kept up
my attentions until she let out a sharp cry and pushed me away.
I crawled up beside her, taking her in my arms, feeling the tremors of climax
still coursing through her body. She came back to life a few moments later,
descending toward my erection and taking it deeply into her mouth. She
gripped the base tightly and bobbed over me, swirling her tongue around and
around the head. I gripped her blonde hair in my hands, closing my eyes,
concentrating on what she was doing.
I could stand it for only a few minutes, and I finally pulled her off. She
lay on her back beside me, opening herself for my invasion. I was inside her
in a moment, and she rose off the bed, wrapping herself around me, pulling
herself up to make fulcrum of her sex as she often did. We rocked together,
grinding against one another. She bit at my shoulder, whimpering softly.
She clung to me, pressing her firm little body against me. Her hips rocked
with my thrusts, and I struggled to hold myself off the bed with my arms.
Finally, I leaned back, kneeling and sitting on my feet, bringing her up into
my lap. She pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me deeply. She began shudder
as she hung suspended on my erection. She bit my tongue involuntarily, and
another orgasm shivered through her body.
We thrashed around on the bed like that for a good ten minutes. I held
myself off, knowing that she had several weeks of denial to make up for, and
only when she had come half a dozen times probably, and lay back exhausted on
the bed, surrendering to me, did I allow myself to come inside her. A few
deliberate thrusts were all it took, and she held me on top of her, not
letting me roll off for nearly a minute.
We lay quietly together afterward. I played with her hair, inspecting the
various shades of blonde from her neck to her ears. She let out one of her
contended little giggles and hugged me.
"How you doing?"
"Great."
"When are you supposed to be back?"
She glanced at the clock.
"Maybe an hour. So we have plenty of time."
She sat up beside me and pulled her hair around behind her shoulders.
"Steve, I don't want to get you in trouble. I know this is dangerous. But I
can't help that I love you."
"I know."
"If there's anything we can do to keep seeing each other, will you promise me
you'll do it?"
"I'll do my best. That's all I can tell you. I don't want to hurt you and
Marianne. That's all I really care about."
She smiled.
"Thanks."
We made love a second time, and she went home around seven. Marianne came
over about half an hour later, and we lay together on the couch in the den.
"Thanks. That really helped."
"How is she?"
"A lot happier than she's been since we came out. When I left, she was lying
on her bed with a big smile on her face. A real post-you-know-what glow."
"I'm glad she's happy. But I don't know where we go from here."
Marianne hugged me.
"I had an idea. It's . . . it's an extreme idea, but it's the only thing I
can think of."
"What?"
"I'm thinking you may not want to know the details of this. At least until I
get a few things ironed out. And maybe not even then."
"Uh-oh. It's nothing illegal?"
"I don't think so."
"You don't *think* so?"
"It's more ugly than illegal."
I struggled with myself for a moment or two.
"But it might be illegal?"
"I'm not a lawyer. I don't know."
"Marianne--"
She sat up next to me, looking hard into my eyes.
"Steve, do you trust me?"
Good God, what a question.
"Yes."
"Do you believe that I would never do anything to hurt you or Hayley? That I
would never do anything that would put us in danger of being separated?"
"Yes, but--"
"Then let me do this. It's the only way."
"Are people going to get hurt?"
"People will get hurt if we do nothing. Hayley will be devastated if she has
to stop seeing you. And I don't want to boot her out of this just for our
own convenience. You do recognize that she's getting hurt because we came
out of the closet for our own sakes, don't you? She's worse off now that
we're safe. We're hurting her to benefit ourselves. We owe it to her to do
what we can to help her."
I gritted my teeth. She had a point.
She took my face in her hands.
"Steve, I'll ask you again. Do you trust me?"
I sighed.
"Yes. Do what you have to, I guess."
She kissed me.
"Thank you. This won't be easy, but we'll be better off afterwards."
I didn't see either of them for a couple of days, during which I stewed over
the situation and tried to fathom what on earth Marianne was up to. It
wasn't that I didn't trust her; I just wasn't sure she knew what she was
doing. No matter how many times I turned the problem over in my head, I
could not see a solution. How in God's name was she going to get her parents
to consent to my sleeping with Hayley, if indeed that was what she was doing?
Maybe she wasn't trying to secure their consent, but just trying to get them
to back off? But she had talked about it like it was a permanent solution to
the problem, as if we could go back to being one happy trio afterwards with
no worries about the legalities of it. None of it made sense.
Marianne and I went out for dinner on Friday night, and I could sense the
tension in her as soon as she walked through the door.
"Anything you want to talk about?" I asked her once we were on our way to the
restaurant.
"No. I'm sorry, babe, but I think you have to wait until it's over."
"But it's happening?"
"Yes. This weekend probably."
"Do I need to call my lawyer to make sure he's on call?"
She shook her head.
"No. This won't involve you no matter what happens. It will either work or
it won't, but if it doesn't, it won't implicate you at all."
"What about you?"
"No. I'm not the one doing this. You'll see. Please be patient."
We ate a slow, quiet dinner together and tried to avoid the issue hanging
over our heads. We returned to the house around ten o'clock and drifted
toward the bedroom. This had been a casual night out, and Marianne wore only
jeans and one of her cropped spaghetti-strap T-shirts. I took her in my arms
and kissed her, then picked her up and carried her to the bed.
She kept her arms around my neck and pulled me down on top of her. We necked
and fondled each other for a few minutes, losing most of our clothes in the
process. I began by kissing and nibbling most of her sensitive spots,
licking around the underside of her breasts, running my tongue down to her
navel, giving the kitten tat a quick kiss before descending between her
thighs. She was already quite wet when I got there, and I had to lick at her
vigorously before I could generate much friction. I brought her to two quick
orgasms before she pushed me off.
When she had caught her breath, she slid down to take me in her mouth. She
sucked on me slowly, licking and kissing the shaft and head. She ran the tip
of her tongue around the head a few times before taking most of it into her
mouth, pushing it to the back of her throat until her gag reflex forced it
out. She did that a few times, then began bobbing rapidly over me. She kept
up this steady suction, and I stopped her after few minutes when I was
getting close.
"Could I get you off like this?"
"You don't want to have sex?"
"It's just like I like doing it, and I haven't done it in a while. We could
make love later."
"Okay. Go for it."
She went back to work, sucking rapidly on the head with her lips and tongue.
Under such eager attentions, I reached the brink rather quickly. Marianne
gave my balls a gentle squeeze when she felt me beginning to come, then
pushed me to the back of her mouth to swallow up my cum as it spurted forth.
She continued sucking on me until my erection began to subside, then climbed
up to lie beside me.
"Happy?" I managed.
She giggled, hugging me.
"Yep. You?"
I nodded weakly, returning the hug.
We made love in earnest about half an hour later. Afterward, Marianne lay
beside me for a few minutes before sitting back and pushing her hair over her
head.
"You need to go?"
"No. I can spend the night. It's not a problem."
"Your mother doesn't care?"
"It's more that she didn't really object when I told her I was going to do
it."
"Have they noticed your belly ring yet?"
"Yes. But under the circumstances, it's not their biggest concern."
"And what is?"
"That their little girl has finally discovered sex."
That gave me pause.
"You mean they think--"
She grinned, nodding.
"Mom did. At first. She was like, 'I wanted your first time to be something
more special than this,' and I had to go, 'Um, Mom, Steve wasn't my first.'
She got kind of miffed about that."
"How much did you tell her?"
"Nothing. She didn't want to know any more."
"She never figured out what you were doing before?"
"No. Like I told you, they didn't pay that much attention to what I did,
never mind what she said about having to beat the boys off with a stick.
That's is why she's being so hard on Hayley. I think she wants to correct
her 'mistakes' with me."
I pulled her back, and she crawled above me, letting her hair and big tits
hang down in my face. I kissed each nipple once and then pulled her mouth to
mine.
"I wouldn't characterize you as a mistake."
She giggled, but I stifled it with a tongue.
We slept in, and I didn't really wake up until the phone rang at about
nine-thirty. I fumbled for it on the nightstand, knocking a few things over
before getting a good grip on the handset.
"Hello?"
"Steve? It's Tiffany."
"Oh. Hi. What's up?"
"Not much. Marianne is there, right?"
"Yeah."
"Can I talk to her?"
"Hold on."
Marianne had awoken beside me, and sat up against the headboard. She took
the phone and listened, running her fingers through her hair as Tiffany told
her something. I could hear Tiffany's voice but not what she was saying, and
whatever it was she had called about took several minutes to explain.
Marianne just nodded, and said "okay" a few times, and I slowly realized what
this probably involved.
Marianne finally said, "Okay. Let me know if anything else happens," and
hung up. She dropped the phone and stared blankly at the opposite wall until
I nudged her.
"Kitten?"
She looked over at me slowly.
"It's done. I may burn in Hell for this, but it's done."
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