In the end, Bob and Lori were all that were left. She still sat on his lap, her arm around him.
"Do you want to go do something?" he asked.
“No, I like it here,” she said, wiggling against him. “Let’s kiss some more.”
“This is going a little faster than I planned,” he said, looking into her eyes.
“I
don’t care,” she said. “I’m having the
most fun of my life. Even the guys looking at me wasn’t so
bad.”
“This fun can turn very serious,” said Bob, stroking her buttock.
“I
don’t care about that either,” she said, her own voice
serious. “I like what’s happening. I like
feeling like this.”
“You should probably stay a virgin, Lori,” said Bob.
“OK,”
she said, amiably. “That’s kind of scary to think
about anyway. But I like touching you, and I like having you
touch me.” She wiggled against him some more.
“Have you ever had an orgasm?” asked Bob, softly.
“I don’t think so,” she said, her eyes clear. “I never did anything until I met you.”
“Would you like to try that?”
“Can we do that here?” she asked. “I really like this.”
Bob looked
around. There were people at the bar, and four people
swimming in the pool. Others were walking, going here, or
there. None were close enough to see what might go on, but he had
no idea how loud she’d be.
“We can try,” he said.
He shifted her
around until her back was pressed to his chest, and her legs were
spread, outside of his. He wanted to bare his prick, so he could
feel it against her naked buttocks, but decided not to right now.
“You just relax, and lie back, and I’ll make you feel good,” he said.
He started on
her breasts, first just stroking them, and then pushing her bra up so he could use both hands to rub them,
and get at her nipples with his fingers. Even in the warm
water, her nipples firmed, until they were rubbery and stiff.
“Ooooo, I like that,” she moaned, letting her head fall back on his shoulder, beside his head.
“There’s
lots more,” he whispered. He let one hand slide down,
across her belly, and dipped it into the front of her
panties. She stiffened and held her breath as he toyed with
her pubic hair, and then slid three fingers lower, to press her pussy
lips. She spread her legs farther, opening herself up as much as
she could.
“Ohhhhhh
yes,” she moaned. “That’s even
better.” She stiffened. "Are we being naughty?"
"Not a bit," he said into her ear.
"I'm glad, because I really like this."
Even in the
water he could feel the lubrication her body was making, and he used it
to slide his middle finger against her clit, just pressing, at first,
and then sliding it back and forth.
“Unnng,” she groaned, her hips starting to lurch by instinct. “Soooo good,” she whined.
“I’m
going to put my finger in you a little,” he
whispered. “If it hurts, tell me, OK?”
“OK, she gasped, her hips jerking. “Just don’t stop.”
“I might have to if you get noisy,” he said.
“Why would I get noisy?” she panted.
“It’s going to feel even better in a minute,” he said.
“Better?” she yipped, as his finger started sliding into her.
“Much better,” he whispered, licking her ear.
He pushed, and
felt no barrier. He didn’t want to break the mood, trying
to figure out how such an innocent and protected girl had broken her
hymen, but apparently she had, because, while there was firm resistance
from the sides of her tunnel, he felt nothing obstructing
it. He wiggled his finger deeper, until he couldn’t
go any further, and then pulled up, to put pressure back on her clit.
Then he whipped his finger back and forth, in and out, and around in circles as her body got more and more rigid.
“Oh,”
she gasped. “Oh OHHHH” Her voice got
louder. “OHHH BOB!”, she squealed.
He turned her by
brute force, until he could seal his lips onto hers, and muffled her
cries as she had her first orgasm. She shook like a dog, just out
of the river, and her hands splashed in the tub. Once he
knew she was fully involved in her orgasm, he stopped manipulating her,
and just put pressure on her clit. He knew stopping early
would rob her of some of the pleasure, but she needed to be behind
closed doors for a full blown orgasm.
After seeing how she reacted to his finger, he already knew how
he’d give her that next one.
Five minutes later, Lori was sitting
beside Bob, in the tub. She’d pulled her bra back down,
and her head was lolling back on the rim of the tub. Her hand was
in his, holding it tightly.
“I had no idea,” she said, breathing deeply.
“That was just a starter orgasm,” he said. “Some of them are even more intense than that.”
“I see
what you were talking about when you said this was dangerous,”
she said. “I want to feel that again already.”
“You can, but not here,” he said.
“In your room?” she asked, her eyes still closed.
“In my house,” he said.
“Let’s go,” she said, opening her eyes and sitting up.
