Miss Johansson

          Chapter 8.

          Betty Bruns, perhaps the most beautiful girl in the whole of our class, stood awaiting.

          Confident, self-assured, certain in most ways, Betty exuded those qualities commonly found among the wealthy. Of course, those qualities in her case stood to be tested under fire but until then, they might suffice as her barrier, her defense of some value. Because of Betty’s beauty, my desire to see how she might stand up under duress fascinated me. I felt a bit like a pervert that way, hoping to see her suffer so. On the other hand, Betty had promised to be something like my babe. I had a duty there to protect her, perhaps forever, for better or for worse. I believed Betty might have an understanding of my duty to her that way, too.

          On my arrival there on Betty’s front porch, I sensed her behavior to be akin to that displayed the evening before at the party when all those girls preened before each other. A pretentiousness unnecessary seemed to fit my best estimation. Possibly, Betty learned of this behavior from her mother. When I concluded Betty might be behaving in this manner to make me feel better about her, then I decided I could bear with her, help her get over it, hopefully soon. She held her strident poise only until she closed her front door behind us. Then she kissed me.

          Already full-featured even though she had only just turned eighteen, Betty offered me a view of a very decent future considering my possible access to the pleasures she could bring me. My problem at hand dealt with how to go about getting that easy access started. Betty appeared to be the kind who would insist on her prior approval of any such access. I could understand that sort of insistence in her case. Hell, anybody would grab at her body if she’d let them.

          I saw Betty standing there wearing a simple white blouse over a plaid, above the knee full skirt. Her white socks and cordovan loafers suggested her try at being casual, at least. Long brown hair tied in a pony tail lent itself to her casualness. Very clean and neat, her fingernails sparkling, she seemed more than prepared to be my company. To make me feel more comfortable, perhaps, she explained something up front.

          “Brad, we can remain here on this level if you wish since no one will be here but us this afternoon. Or, we can go down in the basement where I usually entertain my guests. Do you have a preference?”

          “Golly, Betty! We’re unchaperoned? Are your parents trusting you or are they just turning a blind eye on your playtime?”

          “Maybe they trust me, maybe not. Maybe they trust you, Brad. Dad knows of you through football. He thinks you’re hot stuff. Mom doesn’t really care much one way or another. They’re over at a friend’s this afternoon playing bridge. Actually, they’re over there getting snockered. They’ll arrive back here well after dinner tonight and go to bed without an argument. Of course, they could come home anytime to check on us but they never have so far. Down in the basement, we would hear them coming, anyway.”

          “I’m your guest, Betty. I’ll go where you wish me to go.”

          “I wish we go to the basement, Brad. I have a quilt on the floor down there. We can cuddle and roll that quilt about us to make our own cocoon.”

          “Can we get naked first?”

          “Maybe. We’ll see, Brad. I’ve never been naked with a boy before. Might be fun. We should talk some first, though. Miss Johansson wants us to come up with a cover plan. We’re not supposed to do our cherry busting thing until we have a cover plan in place.”

          “A cover plan might take forever, Betty.”

          “Miss Johansson didn’t say that you and I had to have a cover plan, Brad.”

          “What’s that mean?”

          “The cover plan is to cover just the cherry busting activities.”

          “So?”

          “Let’s go down to the basement to play, Brad.”

          ~

          
          Suggestive of Betty's wiles, the stairs leading to the basement were of the winding variety.

          The stairs, at least, emerged adjacent to the back wall of the house and pointed toward the far end of the basement. There, large windows existed to allow ample daylight inside. Because the inside lights weren’t necessary at that hour, anyone who happened to be standing outside those windows wouldn’t likely see anything inside because of the shadows. Betty did indeed have a quilt centered on the basement floor between two couches and a bar at the interior edge of the quilt. Betty took a position in the center of her quilt before she turned to me to make an announcement.

          “Brad, let’s set some ground rules first thing. First, we use no undesirable force against one another. Second, we ask for permissions about most everything questionable. Third, I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.”

          “Your third point cuts to the chase well, doesn’t it, Betty?”

          “Game?”

          “What would you like to show me first?”

          “Well, let’s see. I can break the ice by removing my skirt? How’s that?”

          “And what do you want to see of mine in return?”

          “Drop your trousers?”

          “But we can’t touch without asking first?”

          “I don’t intend to be rigid with you, Brad. I think you know how to behave around me. I might like to touch and be touched some. We can explore our limits together, can’t we?”

          “That we can, Betty, but I’d rather keep on cutting to the chase. Of course, that might invalidate our cherry busting promise.”

          “We need to talk about that, Brad. Drop your pants and then we’ll sit on the quilt.”

          Betty unzipped her plaid skirt, dropped it and tossed it onto one of her couches. I saw her then in her tight fitting white lace panty, one that hid very little of her rather large brown bush. Her blouse extending down below her waist a bit lent a flare to her image but her curvaceous, lusciously plump thighs caught my attention the most. I could feel my head between those thighs already. I suddenly found her waiting on me to comply with her wishes.

          Holding a sly grin, Betty kept a sharp eye on me as I dropped my trousers and tossed then onto the couch by her skirt. By then I had another boner which my briefs couldn’t hide. Betty took a hard look at it and I saw her arousal begin to mount in obvious ways. Her easy vulnerability seemed clear enough to me right then. She walked over to a place on her quilt, stopped, turned toward me, and pointed to a place for me facing her. She sat down crossing her legs as she did to reveal to me her widespread pussy hidden in part by the pad of her lace panty. From that scene, I assumed she had no unfair advantage over me because of the bulge made by my erection. I like the way Betty wishes to hold a conference.

          I sat down while crossing my legs, too. I found Betty making sure my bulge remained within her view. The girl had a serious concern for my little monster. I spoke first, finding her mesmerized.

          “Betty, you said we should discuss the cherry busting effort of ours?”

          “We should. Look, I understand you let Sally have your cherry. That means the only cherry we have to bust is Toby’s. You’ve painted him a picture of busting my cherry when it’s already busted. Have you done that deliberately, are you trying to fool Toby?”

          “I didn’t know you had lost your cherry, Betty. That much news hurts, I guess. Maybe I hoped too much. Actually, I never meant for any of this stuff to get anywhere. I fully expected you to tell us to go to hell. I thought that would be an end to everything silly. I didn’t mean to present a situation wherein you might have to admit to losing your cherry, either. I’ve never really meant to bring hurt to you at all, Betty.”

          “We do have a cherry left to bust, though, Brad. It’s Toby’s. Must we tell him that? Can’t we keep that fact a secret and let him believe he’s taking my cherry? Are we wrong to mislead him so? Is it like living a lie?”

          I wondered if anything mattered if all we wanted is to fuck one another. I didn’t need to be too crude about the matter, though. I tried a more sane approach. “Betty, since I wasn’t very serious at the outset, I can’t see why getting more serious is necessary now. Kids are tossing cherries before their teens these days. To get too serious could mean closing out the best memberships possible. Perhaps we should admit up front that our organization has a sham purpose, that cherry busting isn’t in the game plan.”

          “But it is in the game plan, Brad. We still have a legitimate chance to bust a cherry. We’ll bust Toby’s cherry and go from there. Can’t we?”

          “Won’t we have the same lack of a cherry dilemma with every other new member?”

          “With the girl members, probably. There a lesser chance of that with boy members.”

          “Boy members? Where are they coming from? I thought we specified only girl members besides Toby and me.”

          “Well, you two failed in your first try. The only cherry we have is Toby’s. The higher likelihood is that the only cherries left these days belong to boys. Why can’t I be a real queen bee? I can manage a bunch of soldiers as well as the next girl can.”

          “That’s a different organization that the one you agreed to join, Betty. I feel about your organization as perhaps you did when Toby first suggested our deal to you. There are better boys available to you than me for your organization’s purposes.”

          “So, you want to play sexist games?”

          “I’d rather drop out of the game than go your way, Betty. I don’t want to look on it as being sexist, even if it is. It’s simply that I have better options available.”

          “That’s what I’ve determined about myself, Brad. I hate to be mean. I don’t want to hurt you nor Toby. This dilemma leads us to the point I wish to make today.”

          “What’s your point to make, Betty?”

          “We’re acting foolishly outdated with this cherry busters theme. We need yet another venue, one that works sensibly enough, one we can all support equally.”

          “You’ve discussed this with Miss Johansson already?”

          “Yes and no. Maybe, Brad. She has listened to my complaints but she’s not taken sides. She does understand what I wanted at the outset, however, and she’s supportive of me in that matter. While she’s supportive, she also hasn’t held out great promise for my success in getting what I wanted back then.”

          “You’ve gone over my head here, Betty. I’m not sure I understand what you wanted back then or what Miss Johansson holds. You’ll have to do a better job helping me.”

          “Brad, I’ve upset you already this afternoon. Before I go on to explain better, maybe we can take a break and let the tension fade a bit. Can you trust me to get back to this subject with you later?”

          ~

          
          Determined to take a certain course of action, Betty clearly intended to move along.

          My problem had to do with understanding Betty's intended direction. Without a sure knowledge of where she wanted to go, how could I trust her? Well, She didn't represent so much of a threat to me. I felt as if I could take a chance with her.

          “Betty, you’ve never given me reason not to trust you. I’d rather do that, be able to do that. Sure. What would you like to do now?”

          “I show you more of mine if you’ll show me more of yours.”

          “Which direction this time?”

          ”I want to watch you do your exercises. I’ll toss my panty if you’ll toss your briefs for that purpose.”

          “What will I be able to watch, Betty?”

          “Oh. I’m being the sexist, now, aren’t I?”

          “I have an idea what I can watch, Betty.”

          “OK. Tell me.”

          “It may require your permission for me to touch you intimately.”

          “How will you touch me, Brad?”

          “With my lips, my tongue and my fingers.”

          “You call that watching?”

          “It’s very intimate watching, I guess.”

          “You’d do that with me?”

          “If it might please you. You can stop me at any time.”

          “No one has ever done such with me, Brad. You’ll be my first that way.”

          “A variation on a theme?”

          “Touché, lover. I agree. Do you want me to remove my panty now or later?”

          “Your wish but I can do it later without a concern. You might be more comfortable watching me with it left on.”

          “Did you bring your weights with you?”

          “Of course. You told me to, didn’t you?”

          “Can I get them for you?”

          “They’re in my trousers pocket there behind you.”

          Jumping up, Betty began searching through my pockets. I stood up to shuck my brief. She turned back, took a look at my nakedness, and then she blushed big time as she knelt back down facing me. She waved me closer to her. When my bobbing cock stood six inches from her face, she motioned for me to stop. With a quick glance upward into my eyes, she began to study my cock seriously, using one of her hands to hold it with care. It may not have been at its peak so she kissed the head with a peck of a touch first. Then with her tongue, she painted a stripe around my bulb. I became about as hard as I can get then.

          Betty took the ribbon in her hand and straightened it, placed it on the bulb of my cock in her preferred place and let me do my exercises. After six repetitions of ten quick lifts, I reached down and shifted the ribbon down a ways from my bulb. Betty immediately corrected that location, saying it wouldn’t work where I put it. Moments later, I pushed that ribbon the other way only to find her also correcting that change back to where the ribbon had been.

          During the thirty second holds, Betty began to talk. I listened carefully for signs of her further awareness of masculine behaviors. She surprised me, however.

          “Brad, you have a more impressive package than Toby.”

          “How so? I thought he might be bigger than me.”

          “Not by much if any, Brad. What’s different is the way it looks. You’re more neat. He looks more crude, more wild. Maybe it’s his hair down here.”

          “That mean you have a preference for one of us over the other?”

          “Yes, I do, but not because of this particular difference.”

          “Care to explain?”

          “Do you remember Miss Johansson taking me to her office?”

          “Sure.”

          “I had been waiting on you. I wanted to talk to you about my preferences then. Things were getting out of hand. I didn’t want Toby. I wanted you. I wanted to tell you that much then.”

          “Why didn’t you?”

          “Miss Johansson explained things so I could see them better. She said you could have every girl in the school if you wanted, that I should be very careful about declaring myself for you. She urged me to go far more slowly, to play your game, to allow you to find me on your own. She explained I wasn’t prepared for you yet, that there was so much more I should do to groom myself, to make myself ready for you. Miss Johansson can be very persuasive. I believed her then and I’ve learned so much more since then. I’ve learned to limit my wants, to expect less from you, to appreciate what I might get from you better. Like this exercise you’re doing for me. I don’t get many thrills like this. You and I, we can long remember our little play here, can’t we?”

          “I wish now that we had talked back then, Betty. I might give up my soul for a chance with you. Of course, now it would kill Toby if I did but Toby would rise again, I’m sure. Maybe we can...”

          “Let’s not go back yet, Brad. Things have changed a lot recently and they are changing even more and rapidly so. You and me both, we need to let things settle some before we settle down to one another. I still prefer you by far but I must sublimate my desires that way if I’m to be ultimately successful with you. We both have a long way to go, together or not... That’s three sets of thirty, Brad. Now do your ten tens.”

          “Betty, I need to ask you something else.”

          “Shoot.”

          “You know where this ribbon should rest if the exercises are to be done properly. How have you come upon such a specific knowledge? You’ve seen this exercise performed by someone in the know before, haven’t you? Did Miss Johansson teach you this trick?”

          Blushing deeply, Betty declined to say a word at first. Then, after a moment more, she bowed her head as she cleared her throat to speak.

          “I’ll reveal a privacy you might not like to hear if I answer your question, Brad. Are you sure you want to know?”

          “I’d like to know, plainly put. I’d like to know all about you if I can. That’s my goal. I think it’s a reasonable goal.”

          “Will you respect the privacy itself? If I tell you, will you keep it to yourself? If others hear this from you, it can seriously damage my relationship with them. You see, I want to know all about you, also, but I want something else, too.”

          “Can we make a contract to support one another, Betty? I’m not perfect but I can try to protect your interests. I promise to do my best.”

          “Miss Johansson asked her husband to perform this exercise for me. He explained how to do it so I could teach Toby.”

          “Miss Johansson is very helpful, isn’t she? She’s helped me more than I can believe, Betty.”

          Betty, looking hard into my eyes as if she detected something, grinned knowingly. She knew we were sharing something I hadn’t yet grasped. I asked.

          “What are you thinking about, Betty?”

          “I’m thinking you and I are in the same boat.”

          “OK. Tell me about our boat.”

          “You are hooked on Miss Johansson, you’ll do whatever she asks of you, you like the favors she allows you, you want more from her, expect more, and you know without doubt you’ll keep going back to her no matter what. Am I about right?”

          Well, Betty had me described well enough. I didn’t want to agree so quickly but I couldn’t find a way to disagree with any part of her description. “That’s our boat? You, too?”

          “That’s why I don’t want to go back to just you and me yet. I’m having fun, the most fun of my life. I’m not ready to stop having such thrills yet. I know I’ll keep going back no matter what.”

          “Sounds like the same boat to me, Betty. So, me and you take a back seat for a time...”

          “Now do you see why I say we’re acting foolishly outdated with this cherry busters theme? We need another venue, one that works sensibly.”

          “Betty, you’re a smart girl. You’re aggressive, too. You’re persuasive. You may be outclassing me here. I pushed Toby into this cherry busters theme on a whim, without a lot of thought behind it, pulling it from the seat of my pants as we went along. Now you’ve shown me the foolishness of my whim. I’m sexist. I won’t play as I asked you to play. That means you’re right now while I’ve been wrong all along...”

          “I wouldn’t be right now if you hadn’t been wrong, Brad. You having been wrong is more important than me being right now. We wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t acted as you did. We wouldn’t both be having so much fun we can’t stand it much more had you not been bold enough to act as you did. You’ve changed our lives, Brad. You’ve changed our lives so much I don’t want to play cherry busters anymore.”

          “So you’ve lost your cherry and you’re ready to move on? That’s sounds like a mature theme. It’s sensible, too. Is that the venue you’re looking for, Betty?”

          “Oh. I hadn’t been thinking of that. Hey, you’re smart, too! Maybe that is the theme we can play! But let’s make sure first. Let’s do some testing first.”

          “Are you keeping it a secret?”

          “What am I keeping, Brad?”

          “Your cherry busting. Has it been recent? Who?”

          “Must you know that much about me?”

          “It’s not a must at all, Betty. You know about my little episode. I’m curious about yours. That’s all. Whatever, yours means more than mine because it’s the motivating force behind your desires now. You’ve had your cherry busted and you loved it, you want more, to move on rapidly. So, how did this fantastic experience come about for you?”

          “You’ve lost interest in me now?”

          “What do you mean, Betty? I just asked...”

          “You promised to watch me earlier. You’ve let me watch you. It’s your turn.”

          ~

          
          Betty remembered her course of action better than I did.

          I looked down at my limpness and realized that Betty had been about right. She had pushed me so hard in conversation that I’d lost track of my opportunity. Now Betty is so beautiful as to render such a thought ridiculous yet it would take me a minute to get it back up. Betty is one sharp girl when she calls her shots.

          “Betty, if you’d care to scoot back so you can rest your shoulders on the front of the couch, I’ll let you watch me try to make amends for my sluggishness. Maybe I can tongue your pussy as hard as you tongue my mind.”

          The eagerness with which Betty accommodated my desires explained her readiness for whatever I might choose to do with her. As she shucked her panty in deft moves, I saw how she had prepared her mind and body for my arrival. Clean and neat to a fault, she held no concern for a possible inadequacy appearing within her demeanor as she adjusted herself for my approach. With confidence, she raised her knees, spread them, and grinned as she placed her hands to cup her pussy for me. I grinned, too, for it was a sight to see.

          A big brown bush covers a lot but not everything. From my viewpoint, I could tell where Betty’s hair had likely, recently, been shorn through wear. This was not a fresh pussy I approached then but one well used, like in frequently used, or so an elementary observer such as I gathered. I assumed I’d learn more about the specifics as she might tell me about the loss of her cherry. She was moving on from her loss and I could see the results of her moving on right before my eyes.

          I suspected Mark Johansson would be the person with whom Betty had thus far been moving on. Miss Johansson’s vetting procedures allowed her to set her husband up with many cherry busting opportunities, or so I suspected then. And Betty wanted to keep on going back for more from Mark Johansson while Miss Johansson also participated? Visions of Mr. and Mrs. Johansson together fucking Betty filled my mind as I bent myself to Betty’s wants then. Of course, I relied on my one evening’s introduction of the night before as my guide but possibly I over did things given the thoughts ongoing within my mind. I got Betty’s attention pretty quick and she never complained beyond crying for me not to stop. I also moved up and fucked her before she understood what I might be doing. And she wouldn’t turn me loose afterwards.

          I discovered Betty trembling in time as I kept her close while we recovered. We weren’t saying much to each other verbally but our emotions continued to speak well enough. I asked about the trembles.

          “Why are you feeling so uncertain, Betty?”

          “Will you stay by me, Brad? I need you because you and I are the only ones in our boat. Don’t leave me behind, Brad, please?”

          “Shoot, Betty, I figure it’s you who would be moving on without me soon enough. You’ll meet someone who will sweep you off your feet...”

          “Why do you think that?”

          “Well, Mark Johansson has swept you off your feet recently. He fucks you regularly now. You don’t want to stop having that much fun with him. His wife helps him, too. Right?”

          “How do you know that much, Brad? Where... Who...”

          “Some people read tea leaves. I read pussies. Your pussy squeals, silly.”

          Betty giggled for a moment. It was enough of an effort to relieve her of her fears temporarily. When she settled back down, she said, “I didn’t know I revealed so much. Or, is it that you’re insightful?”

          “When, where, how did it happen, Betty?”

          “You’ll guard the privacy itself, still?”

          “You’ll learn more about me, eventually, Betty. I’m not putting you out on a limb by yourself. We’re still in our boat together.”

          “Remember when you first told me to kiss Toby?”

          “How can I forget?”

          “Miss Johansson called me that night and asked me to come over to her house. She lives just a block and a half from here, well you know that, so I went over. She and I chatted for a time and I enjoyed it. She asked me if I was active and I told her the truth. She asked if I planned on becoming active with Toby. I explained I planned on becoming active but I didn’t know who with yet, that my Mom had put me on the pill already. Then she mentioned a video she had on the topic of first times. I borrowed that video from her and watched it that night in my bedroom. It’s a very hot video, Brad. You should see it.”

          “And then?”

          “We continued to talk in the evenings, most every evening for an hour or so. Then she gave me a vibrating bullet to take home with me. I used it, got used to it in two nights, didn’t want to go to bed without it. She thought that was great. She also introduced me to bigger bullets. Then one evening when I arrived, she had prepared herself for bed already. So I went back into her bedroom with her and she told me to remove my panty for her. I did, got on the bed with her and she pushed this vibrating dildo up my pussy and worked me over with it. I went back for more the next night. She’s very persuasive, Brad.”

          “Miss Johansson is also seductive, Betty. She’s seduced me already. I love it, too.”

          “Humph! I bet you do, Brad! I’d like to be a man long enough to fuck her good just once! Well, then Miss Johansson began talking about her husband’s attributes so I might understand a man’s body better. It got a little confusing once so she asked him to come into the room where she and I had been talking. He’s very nice and he has always treated me with high regard. He let his wife use him to explain things to me. The next night, he appeared in his pajama bottoms alone and Miss Johansson showed me a lot more, like she caused him to blossom real hard. I got to play with it a lot myself to the point I didn’t hesitate to reach over and grab it as I pleased. I pleased a lot, too, and he never cared if I treated him badly.

          “Brad, on another night there with them, I got to watch them do it together. That was exciting, for sure. I went home and couldn’t sleep. I made up my mind I could do it with him and the next chance I got, I asked him to help me. He did while Miss Johansson watched. From then on, however, Miss Johansson took charge of me and told me what to do with her husband. She participated to the extent I didn’t want to do it without her being there and playing with us. Together they did me so good it began to drive me mad. I’d come and come and come...”

          “So now it’s a regularly scheduled affair?”

          “Sure is, Brad. Except for today, I’ve spent every Sunday morning with them in their bed. Then every Tuesday and Thursday evenings, they fuck me for an hour or so. I don’t want it to stop, either, you know?”

          “Why not today?”

          “They have a sorority thing today they didn’t want to miss. They’re out of town today, tonight. I’m betting she’ll be looking really fucked tomorrow if she comes to school.”

          “Can you and me set up a schedule, Betty?”

          “I’m that good?”

          “It’s not a matter of either of us being good. We need each other. We need to keep talking to one another. Fucking comes in second, believe it or not. But, yes, you are that good. I want a regular schedule with you.”

          “Private? Or is Toby to know?”

          “For starters, let’s keep it private, just between the two of us. That’s our purpose, isn’t it? To be boat buddies?”

          “I’ll be your boat buddy, your fuck buddy, too, Brad Suhr. You set my schedule. I’m yours.”

          “Daily, on the telephone, shortly after dinner. We can be as brief as we need to be but daily of necessity. The contact is the important thing. We need not have anything to say beyond hi and bye but there will come times when that contact will be vital. You date as you please and I do the same but beneath everything is our boat, you and me, agreed?”

          “No schedule to meet?”

          “As expressed when we talk on the phone together. You want to meet, to date, to whatever, make your demand known. I’ll do the same. We can decide on an event basis whether we can meet or not. Of course, I’d like to fuck you every day a time or two but that...”

          “We’ll learn to cherish our fucks, Brad. I may marry you some day.”

          “Now there’s a boat for us, kid.”

          “Then be my master and commander. Fuck me!”

          ~


          Betty and I were naked together, as fucked out as we could be, possibly.

          We had rolled ourselves up within her quilt. She had simply crawled onto me, grasped the edge of her quilt and told me to roll us over, like several times. We wound up in a cocoon of sorts, a private space wherein we could make out as exhausted lovers might enjoy. For a time, neither of us said a thing as we marveled over out unique circumstances there in the semidarkness of our cocoon. Then Betty asked for a simple thing, really.

          “Tell me you love me, Brad.”

          “You want the truth of the matter?”

          “If you have to lie, its OK. I understand.”

          “I don’t have to lie, Betty.”

          “Then give me my sentence, Judge. Send me to prison.”

          “I do love you, Betty. You just can’t tell Toby yet.”

          “That’s like your privacy thing?”

          “I don’t want to kill Toby, at least, not yet.”

          “You’re something I can take to the bank, Brad. You’re currency. That’s what Miss Johansson says.”

          “My love for you isn’t something that needs to be locked away in a safety deposit box, Betty. You can wear it on your sleeve so everybody can see it. Just don’t tell Toby what’s on your sleeve. He might try to tear your arm off.”

          “Then only you and I will know what's on my sleeve?”

          “Unless you have someone else in your privacy network.”

          “Nobody but you, Brad. When do you think we can bring Toby in?”

          “Toby?”

          “I’ve made a deal with you and Toby. Sooner or later, we have to deal with him. You set it up. We either deal or we kill him, figuratively speaking, of course. You call the shot.”

          “You’re one tough cookie, Betty.”

          “Look what I have to deal with... The toughest in the whole damned school.”

          “We’ll deal. We won’t kill. Give me some time first, though. If you love me.”

          “Brad Suhr! What do you not understand about my love?”

          “First fuck love is known to be fickle, Betty.”

          “Well, you wait and see for yourself!”

          The Bruns’ telephone rang. So commenced our next set of rollovers until Betty could stretch out in an attempt to grab her telephone before the caller might hang up. She succeeded in knocking the receiver onto the floor first. Then she grappled to get it to her ear. Because of her drastic efforts to stretch out, I found her pussy staring me in my face. I helped myself regardless of Betty’s comfort.

          After three licks and with my tongue stuck in deep, Betty cried, “Hello!”

          I nibbled at her clit demonstratively as Betty listened for a moment. She giggled, said, “Yes ma’am, hold a moment, please.”

          Placing the telephone on the quilt first, Betty did a gymnastic maneuver to get her thighs tight about my head. With her hands she pulled my head deeper into her crotch before she said, “Your mother apologizes but she needs to speak to you, Brad.”

          Then Betty wouldn’t let me loose. After I struggled a bit, she pushed the receiver down into my hand and loosened her thighs a bit until I managed to get my ear close enough to hear Mom speak to me. Betty eventually gave in and let me talk more freely but, still, I managed to lick her pussy a lot while I played along with Mom’s concern.

          “Brad, your coach called a while ago. He has invited us out to dinner along with the Smiths. You should come home soon so you can get dressed. We need to be at Chippollo’s by Six-Thirty.”

          I looked at Betty’s clock on the wall. Five-Thirty. “OK. Mom. I’m headed that way. Be there not later than Six... OK, Bye.”

          Betty grabbed the receiver, threw it aside, grabbed my head, rotated it, and then she pulled my mouth in tight against her clit. She demanded, “That’s my little man in the boat there, Brad! Get to know him!”

          It’s a muffled thing, getting to know that little guy. Betty loves muffling.

          ~

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