OPENING THE BOX (Part 3)


By KATZMAREK(C)


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Justin called around to pick up Angela the next day after lunch. He wanted to forget all about last night, at least the bit after he'd dropped off Angela and headed around to the Benmore's.


The day was fine and warm and Justin sucked in his breath when she came to the gate. She was wearing a pair of tight shorts that accentuated her shapely legs. She wore what was no more than a bikini top, presenting him with two cone-like visions. She was *very* hot!


As an afterthought, she waved at the window where he imagined a curious mother was checking him out. She smiled and asked him where they were going.


The park? he suggested, diplomatically, or maybe the river where he knew they would find seclusion? She suggested the mall first, because she wanted to go window shopping. Justin sighed inwardly. It didn't sound too romantic to him. More like something an 'established' couple would do. He didn't feel he had much choice, though, so he agreed.


Angela towed Justin into several shops and asked his advice on several things. He tried to sound interested and hide his boredom. After a while he bought them both ice-creams and sat at one of the tables above the bus stops. From there Justin could indulge his *other* pastime, watching people.


He spied Chrissie with some of her friends. A guy with baggy shorts seemed to be paying attention to her. She was laughing at something he'd said and digging him in the ribs. Strangely, Justin felt a twinge of jealousy.


"Penny for them," Angela said as she leaned over the parapet beside him. "There's Chrissie!" she told him, a little suspiciously, "and that's Jill's brother. They've been friends since they were kids. Did you think they were dating?"


"Don't know, don't care," he said with a shrug.


"He's gay," she told him with a chuckle, "everyone know's it! Y'know," she looked at him, "if you'd rather hang out with Chrissie..."


"No!" he told her emphatically, "I was just curious, that's all!"


Justin didn't want to screw up again. Now that everything appeared to be going so well with Angela.


"Cool!" she managed a shy smile, "I know she likes you," she added.


"She does?" 


"Sure. At least that's what I heard. She and Jill's brother tell each other everything. Jill's a real gossip."


"Oh!" 


Justin felt uncomfortable. There were far too many threads of information passing around for his liking. What if Chrissie told that guy about he and Sharon? It probably would spell the end of himself and Angela. He shifted subjects.


Justin tactfully suggested they go for a drive. His mouth went dry as she sat low in the passenger's seat, her tanned legs before her, slightly parted. He shot looks at her, his eyes flicked to her crotch when she wasn't looking. The tight fabric stretched over her prominent mound.


They drove to the riverbank and parked near one of the swimming holes. Justin didn't want to push his luck and stop among the towering fennel where they couldn't be seen.


They sat for a while chatting. Then, hand in hand, they strolled down to the water. Some families were having a picnic, kids were laughing and splashing in the river a little way away. Justin felt Angela at ease with him.


They walked over the stones, had a flat-pebble skimming contest. Justin could skip his clear across the river and land with a clatter on the opposite bank. She called him a 'show off' and next time she tickled his ribs as he was about to toss.


He tickled her back and soon they began to arm wrestle, cheeks flushed and laughing out loud. Eventually, Justin pinned her down on her back on the grass bank. She tried to kick his legs away, at last succeeded and he fell on top of her.


Finally Justin was lying between her legs, crotch to crotch. He felt the hard ridge of her pubic bone with the pipe of his semi-erect cock. He fell on her lips and kissed her hard and thoroughly. She held the back of his head and kissed back enthusiastically. His fingers drifted from her armpits, where he'd been tickling her, to her sides. His thumbs skirted her breasts, he felt a hint of soft flesh confined in her bikini top.


She raised no objection as he eased his thumbs under the straps. Still kissing passionately he wormed his way beneath the cups. He felt her hands pulling up his shirt at the back, cool smooth fingers caressed his back.


As his searching finger discovered her nipple, his cock expanded rapidly in his sweats. She wriggled involuntarily, the heat from her crotch enveloped him with growing lust. She stifled a gasp, gripped his back and ground herself against him.


He kissed into her little cleavage, licked and sucked her flesh between his lips. He manipulated a tit so the nipple poked out her top. He tasted it with his tongue and nipped it with his teeth.


Angela shivered and gasped again. Her breathing was coming in rasps.


"Wait, no!" she panted, as he pulled down her cup.


He drew away and looked down at her. She was flushed and urgent, one breast exposed, the nipple puckered and moist from his saliva. Her chest heaved with her breathing. She was utterly desirable, Justin thought.


"I can't!" she wailed, "please!"


Her hands were now gripping the cheeks of his arse. She was still slowly undulating against him.


"I want you," Justin told her thickly.


"I know, I'm sorry!" she told him, "it's not... it's just... Can you get off me? Please Justin?"


Reluctantly he rolled off her onto his side. She looked up at the sky, calming her breathing. Absently she pulled the cup of her top back over her tit and nestled it back into place.


"Wow!" she said suddenly, as if just hit with a sudden thought. "That was *so* hot!" she smiled.


"Yes," agreed Justin, "you're so sexy!"


"So are you Justin!" she told him, "I, I almost lost it. God! I could have got pregnant!"


The reason for her reluctance to go any further was clear. A new strategy dawned in Justin's mind. If he could assure her she wouldn't get knocked up, well, he imagined the possibilities.


"Angela, I wouldn't get you pregnant!" he told her with as much conviction as he could manage.


The truth is, if she'd 'yes' he'd never have hesitated and the Devil take the consequences.


"But that doesn't mean we still can't have a bit of fun," he told her.


Giggling, she asked him what he had in mind?


"A little playing? As long as we don't actually 'do it' then you're safe."


He pressed the point with a little peck on her lips. She didn't seem unreceptive. She told him that she wasn't going to do anything here on the river bank. Not with a bunch of people just around the bend in the river.


"How about going to my place?"


After considering it for a while, she told him she didn't know him well enough to trust him that far. Justin felt his sex life receding into the distance. For the time being they decided to go for a swim.


Angela peeled off her shorts to reveal matching bikini bottoms. They cut sharply up revealing a good part of her thighs. Justin waded into the water in his shorts, it being a hot day he figured they'd dry out.


They splashed and chased each other through the shallows and lay on the stream bed feeling the current wash over them. Gradually they moved over into deeper water where the current swirled slowly with the back wash. The river was a pale green with oxygen bubbles drifting and popping on the surface. If you stood, the water came no higher than one's chest. They bobbed down so their shoulders were under water.


"Hmm, nice," Angela told him, fanning the water with her arms just below the surface.


Justin looked into her face, strands of her hair clung to her face like some cosmetic ad model. Despite the cool water, Justin stirred at the sight.


"Very nice," he agreed, emphasising the double entendre with a grin.


She smiled in pleasure, batting her eyelids at him self-consciously. Justin advanced on her, bobbing in the current ripples. She stood her ground and received him by putting her arms around his waist. Justin moved in quickly and kissed her.


They held each other as they kissed some more. Justin's arms were around her back, her hands were on his shoulder blades. In the moving waters their bodies bumped together. Justin felt her breasts prodding his chest, Angela felt his thighs brush hers.


Justin's hand travelled the length of her back until he felt the fabric of her bikini bottoms. A finger sought the cleft of her arse, at first over her pants, but gradually it wormed its way under the fabric. Angela instinctively clenched her arse cheeks.


She stifled a moan, her hands flew to Justin's butt and held him tight against her. Despite the coolness of the water, Justin could feel the heat flowing from her. Chuckling, she sucked his lip and grinned mischievously. Justin felt her hands insinuate themselves under the elastic of his baggy shorts.


Justin tried to push his hand into her pants, but could only get as far as the first knuckle, they were so tight.


"Ha, ha," she whispered in his ear in mock triumph.


Her hands, though, continued to explore his arse. Justin shivered with the sensations. Gradually they moved around, over his hips, and tantalisingly close to his engorged organ.


"Oh!" she gasped in surprise.


Justin felt his knob come in contact with her thumb. She touched the head with her nail and sensed his cock jump. Her giggling died on her lips. She replaced it with an expression of curiosity.


"Justin! You..." she started to say, "you're big!" she whispered in astonishment.


"What'd you expect?" he whispered back.


"Um, dunno," she replied in confusion, "sorry!"


"For?"


"Well... it must be... uncomfortable, I guess," she told him, uncertainly.


"It's ok," he reassured her, "quite nice, really," he grinned back.


Her hands continued to explore him. She eased her hand around it, and felt the domes on his shorts snap open with the strain. Giggling, she grabbed him with both hands and pressed against it with her body.


Angela stifled a laugh. She didn't appear to know what her 'proper' reaction should be. Instead she drifted between laughter, concentration and wonderment. She began to stroke him lightly with her fingers.


"What are you thinking?" he asked her.


"Never you mind!" she teased, an 'old fashioned' look on her face. After a pause she told him, "just thinking... how hot you are... that's all!"


"That's funny," he replied, "I was thinking the same thing about you!"


After a while they emerged from the water with their arms around each other. Justin ask her to pause while he fixed up his pants. He explained he needed a little time before he could safely rejoin the public. Angela fetched a towel from the car and wrapped it around his waist. She didn't, she said, want all the girls getting jealous.


"Chrissie would wet her pants," she told him chuckling.


"She would?" he asked her, fascinated.


She dug him in the ribs with her elbow.


"Don't push your luck, Buster!"


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Angela refused to go home with Justin. They had a 'serious' talk on the way back to her house.


"It's not that I don't trust you, Justin," she admitted, "it's more that I don't trust myself, D'yer understand?"


Justin tried to mask his disappointment. He found himself caring more and more about the way Angela felt. It was a refreshing, warm emotion. He reflected that perhaps he'd been self-centred. Explaining all this to Angela, he was rewarded by a stroke of the face and a broad smile. Just then the phone rang, it was Sharon.


"Hi, she said breezily, "what are you up to?"


Angela looked at him, curiously.


"It's my mother!" he mouthed to her.


Honesty, apparently, still had its limits.


"Um," he replied, "nothing much."


"Good, would you like to come over, say after dinner?"


"Sure," Justin tried to keep his expression neutral, for Angela's benefit.


"You could bring your PJs," Sharon suggested, "or nothing at all, if you like, haha."


He squirmed at the thought. Angela looked at him enquiringly.


"I will!" he said, casually.


"She want's me to make sure I do my homework," he told Angela, hand over the mike.


"What homework?" Angela replied, "exams are over for the year."


Justin was flustered. He heard the phone squawk, 'hello, hello, Justin?' He shrugged at Angela.


"Um sorry!" he told Sharon.


"What's the matter, Sugar, you got company?"


"Yes sure," he told her, "Angela just reminded me that the exams are over so there's no homework to do tonight."


"What? Homework?" Sharon replied, puzzled, "oh honey, have you been fibbing to your girlfriend? Who am I supposed to be, your mother?"


"That's right."


Sharon shrieked with laughter over the phone. Justin had to hold it away from his ear.


"You mean you haven't told her about that night?"


"No," he said, a little desperately.


"Anything? Like what, or who, you got up to?"


"No," he replied, a little more desperately.


Justin listened to her throaty laugh. He was growing more uncomfortable but felt he was unable to end the call, cutting her off.


"And tell me?" Sharon continued, "have you shown her your equipment, yet? Was she impressed?"


"No. Well sort of," he tried to be truthful.


"What? 'No' you haven't shown her or 'no' she wasn't impressed? 'Sort of' what?"


"Um, can we discuss this later?" Justin asked, panicking.


"Oh I insist we do, sugar!" she told him laughing, "every, single, detail!"


Justin breathed a sigh of relief when the call ended.


"What's the matter, Justin?" Angela asked, concerned, "what did your mother want?"


"Um, long story," he fenced.


Angela shrugged and asked him inside to meet her folks. They walked up her path hand in hand. Justin was grateful for the distraction.


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Justin drove to Sharon's reeling with the afterglow of the afternoon. Angela's mum had fussed over him, her dad had pumped him by the hand saying, 'how much they'd heard about him.' Angela had blushed crimson and shot warning glances at her dad, who chuckled and assured him that it was 'all good.'


Although Church-going, Angela's parents were not conservative. They did, however, have 'trust' in their list of prerequisites for dating their daughter. They trusted them both to be 'responsible' and it was not hard to figure out the rules.


'Don't drink to excess, and no drinking and driving.'


'No breaking the curfew, which normally is about midnight. Otherwise, subject to negotiation.'


'No unprotected sex.'


All this was implied rather than stated. During their 'serious' discussion, Angela had told him how she didn't wish to hurt her parents. They had, she said, been very good to her. Justin had assured her he could live within the rules.


He felt their relationship was being formalised. He'd done the 'meet the parents' thing, had the 'deep discussion' thing. What's next, he wondered, the exchange to rings? He wasn't immune to the idea, he thought to himself.


The obvious complication was Sharon. He resolved one minute to end their little affair, then the next minute he found himself talking himself out of it.


He didn't see the situation as a matter of choice, because there was simply no contest. If it was possible, he'd have them both, but doubted Angela would stand for it. No, if push came to shove it would have to be Angela.


For she would find out eventually, of that he was sure. Chrissie, or this Jill and her brother would spill the beans sometime. He didn't think they could sit on this piece of gossip for long.


Justin pulled up outside Sharon's a little after six. Chrissie answered the door, she seemed startled. She called to her mum and, in a small voice, told him to go right on in.


"You're a little early," Sharon told him, "impatient?" she added, smiling.


She was dressed in her sweatpants, but with a man's shirt. Several buttons were left undone, revealing some of her deep cleavage. She told him to grab himself a coke while she ushered Chrissie out the door. Apparently her daughter was visiting friends.


Justin was standing at the counter sipping his drink, when Sharon came up behind him. She slipped her arms around his waist and ran her hands up his chest. Justin felt her boobs squashed into his back.


"I supposed you've gone off me now," she murmured, "that tight young arse and tits that stand up by themselves? Now what would you want with an old bag like me?"


"Well, I," he stumbled, "I guess you, ah, know what you're doing and stuff."


"Oh, you like experience, huh?" she told him fishing down into his trousers. "Your sweet sixteen doesn't get you hard, sugar?" she teased.


"Oh yes," he replied, "I mean..."


"You mean, not as hard as I make you, right sugar?" 


She seized him with her hand and pulled his cock free from his pants. She started to kiss and nuzzle his neck.


"And Sharon makes you very hard, doesn't she honey?" she whispered.


"Yes," he replied, thickly.


"Yes, and Justin is going to take Sharon into her bedroom and fuck her with it, isn't he?"


"Yes," he answered, and took her proffered hand.


She 'allowed' herself to be guided into her room. Turning to face him, she asked him to undo her shirt.


The bedroom was lit with a single bedside lamp. On the table was a large bottle of massage oil and some cloths.


Sharon turned her back, permitting Justin to unhook her bra. Turning back, she kissed him while his hands roamed freely over her breasts.


"Get undressed sugar," she told him pushing him away, "tonight I'm going to give you a massage. Then you're going to give me one, ok?"


"Sure!"


"Ok, then strip and get on the bed."


Later.


"On your front, you show off! How can I concentrate with that waving at me?"


Justin rolled over on to his front while Sharon warmed the oil with her hands. Spreading the oil liberally over his back, she began to move her hands sensually over his body. She sat on his legs, smoothed the oil up his back and over his shoulders. She worked on his thighs, tickled him between the legs. Justin's body was soon glistening, fragrant with essential oils, rosewater and lavender.


"My turn," she told him, a little breathlessly.


"What about my front?" Justin enquired, lazily.


"Don't be in such a hurry!" she told him laughing, "Chrissie won't be home for a couple of hours."


Sharon lay down on her front, her legs slightly apart. Below her pale rolling bottom, between her fleshy thighs, Justin had a view of her moist black thatch. He detected the powerful scent of arousal over the sweet smell of the oil.


Justin followed her example, warmed the oil between his hands, and slowly spread it over her thighs, arse and back. Up around her shoulders, his erection slid between her arse cheeks as he leant over her. The jolt of sexual feeling resulting from the contact made him grit his teeth. He felt he would go off like a firecracker. As he continued to work on her, he tried to keep his cock clear of her slippery flesh, lest he came involuntarily.


Sharon heaved herself over on her back.


"Keep going!" she insisted.


Justin sat on her thighs, his balls grazing her pussy. She clenched and unclenched the muscles. Her eyes were closed, her mouth partly open, she was breathing noisily. 


He squeezed her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She gasped, smiled, and undulated beneath him. Sharon reached out for his cock and slowly stroked him, pressing her thumb over the head.


"Y'know, sugar," she murmured to him, "you have beautiful hands, so smooth and sensitive. Angela is such a lucky girl!"


She spread some of the oil from her own body onto Justin's chest as he sat on her.


"Is this better baby?" she asked.


Justin nodded, smiled and looked at the ceiling. He couldn't remember feeling this aroused before. Desperately he tried to think of something else, to take his mind off the sensations, to delay his coming for as long as possible. Seeing his distress, Sharon began to pump him faster.


"C'mon baby," she whispered, "let go, it's ok!"


She rapidly milked him until, grimacing, he rewarded her with streams of hot come that flew past her ear onto the pillow behind her head.
She emitted a throaty laugh as she surveyed the mess.


"Damn you're quick!" she said in surprise, "that's what the towels were for. You beat me to it!"


Justin started to apologise but stopped herself as he saw Sharon's grinning face.


"We're going to have to teach you to slow down, I think," she told him, "you can't leave poor Angela high and dry, can you?"


At the mention of Angela's name, Justin felt a pang of conscience. Sharon sensed his distraction and put her arm around his head. He pulled him down beside her. Hugged him to her body.


"You really like Angela?" she asked him.


He nodded against her breasts.


"Well, we'll have to do something about you pacing yourself. Y'see, we women need a little more time to work ourselves up. You have wonderful hands, perhaps you might try to feel through those hands of yours rather than your dick."


"I know, but I just get carried away and can't stop," he explained.


"Now that's a crock, sugar. You're not paying heed to your own responses. If you feel things start to get going?" she sniggered, "just back off. Go for a walk if you have to. Wait until you go off the boil then begin again. Believe me, the lady will understand and appreciate the effort," her eyes gleamed.


She took his hand and placed his fingers against her pussy.


"Here," she told him, "feel what I'm doing. Up a bit... there. Now rub slowly... uh... yes there!"


She told him that now he had a chance to have a good feel around. She explained about the 'sawing' action with the forefinger.


"If you can't find her clit, try this," she explained, "you can pretty much cover all bases. Just remember you're not scratching a 'scratch and win' ticket! Press with your finger tip... uh... a bit harder, babe!"


Sharon gasped aand moaned and clutched at Justin's slickened male body. She seized his dick and pulled urgently on it. It grew again in response.


"Here's what I want, babe," she murmured, "make me... uh... come... oh... then fuck me...hard as you... uh... like, ok?"


Sharon rolled onto her back and spread her thighs, giving Justin complete access. She heaved at his finger, commanded him to do it harder and faster. She screwed up her face, sucked in air and held it before expelling it in a great rush. Trembling, she held his head tight to her breast.


"God!" she yelled through clenched teeth, "Oooohhh," she shuddered again.


She squeezed Justin's cock tight in her fist. The feeling was on the borderline of pain and pleasure. Justin grimaced and squirmed.


"Oooohhhh," she wailed.


She grabbed him by the shoulder and urgently pulled on him.


"Get over!" she hissed, "quickly!"


Justin rolled on top of Sharon and probed her with his red, much-abused cock. She guided him with her fingers, and when he finally sunk himself into her pussy, he could barely feel her. He just had a sensation of heat, liquid and undulating pressure, as Sharon worked him with her muscles.


Sharon had given him leave to concentrate on his own needs. Justin worked quickly up to speed with Sharon matching his rhythm and thrusting back in time. She squeezed his butt cheeks and growled encouragement into his ear. Through her rasping breath she told him to, 'fuck her faster' and 'slam her'. He did his best to oblige her.


His orgasm struck him suddenly. It made the eye of his cock sting, as if his come had been superheated. They collapsed in a slimey mixture of sweat, massage oil, semen and lubrication. His vision blurred by perspiration, Justin opened his eyes to find Sharon, bemused, chuckling to herself at some secret joke. Laughing, she flicked him in the face with a towel she'd been using to wipe herself down.


"Wipe that smug look off your face, you!" she chided, smiling, "you're going to help me clean up before Chrissie gets home!"


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It was her other daughter, Vickie, who arrived home first. Her hair was cut short and had an auburn/red highlight to the brown. An older face than Chrissie, she inherited the family bustline and curvy hips. Vickie smirked at her mother and Justin as they shared a coffee in the kitchen.


"You're in a good mood tonight, I see!" she told her mother.


"Very," Sharon replied, winking, "Justin, meet Vickie."


Her daughter flashed a smile at him.


"Hi," she told him, "I've heard a lot about you!"


She could barely restrain her mirth.


"Would you like me to go for a long walk?" she asked her mother.


"Not necessary, dear," she replied, "Justin's going home soon, aren't you sugar?"


Justin took the hint, said his goodbyes, and left. As he was walking down the path, a car door slamming heralded the arrival home of Chrissie. Still talking to her ride home, she walked absently up to the gate and stumbled into Justin. Chrissie tripped, startled, on a loose flagstone and Justin steadied her by her shoulders.


Her expression betrayed astonishment and confusion. She trembled for a second before backing away from his hands.


"I'm, ah, sorry," she explained, "I tripped. Didn't see you."


She reminded Justin of a possum caught in the headlights. Stunned to inaction, her eyes flashed... something. She gathered herself, smiled a thank you, then fled past him. Justin swaggered back to his car, grinning like a cat.


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