Exploring Diana:



   The house was bustling with guests.  Thanksgiving was always an event in
Diana's house, with all of her parents' friends invited over for a huge
dinner.  She was always surprised at the number of people that actually
showed up.

   She stared as Jordan and his parents suddenly appeared.  She'd known him
for years, though they really didn't know each other that well, since they
saw each other only at Thanksgiving, if then, and occasionally in the
corridors at school.  Not even then any more, she thought, since he
graduated last year.

   It seemed to Diana that Jordan was oblivious to her subtle glances.  At
least, she hoped so!  It would be embarrassing to be caught looking at him.
Besides, he had a real job now, and spent much of his time traveling about
the country.  She'd heard that he had just gotten back from Dallas, Texas.
He'd never be interested in her.

   Thanksgiving went as it usually did, socializing early in the day,
leading up to a huge meal, then everyone sitting around, watching football
or playing games.  Diana spent much of the time in her room.

   Finally, people started to leave.  She came down to say goodbye to
everyone as they were leaving.  She was standing to one side of the door,
out of the way, when Jordan appeared at her side.  She looked at him, too
startled to say anything.

   Jordan seemed a little distracted.  Finally he was able to pull himself
together enough to speak.  "Diana, got a question for you."

   She quirked an eyebrow, curious.  "Yes?"

   "Well, I'll be out of town for a couple weeks, but I was wondering, when
I got back, would you like to go out, see a movie or something?"

   Diana was stunned.  Jordan had asked her out!  She didn't know what to
say.

   Jordan shrugged.  "If you don't want to, that's alright, just --"

   "No!  I mean, I'd love to!" Diana blushed.  A couple of people,
including her mother, had heard her and were looking at the two of them
curiously.  She quickly pulled Jordan into the adjacent room.

   "I'd love to go out with you.  Just call me when you get back, and we'll
figure something out, okay?"

   Jordan looked amazingly relieved, like he couldn't believe his good
luck. "I'll give you a call.  I should be back on the sixth of December."
He actually looked a little shy.  "I'm looking forward to it!"

   Diana grinned, suddenly bubbling with excitement.  "Me too!"

   Jordan and the rest of his family left shortly after that, though for
the remaining time he was there he never left Diana's side.  She couldn't
help grinning at her mother, who was more than aware of what was going on,
just from the way Diana was acting.

   Later that night, Diana lay in bed, trying to sleep.  She tossed and
turned, thinking about Jordan.  What if he didn't call?  She would just
die. He wasn't like the guys in class though, he was older, more
experienced.

   That thought led her to thinking about other things that he was probably
more experienced with.  What if he wanted to have sex with her?  She'd
never done anything other than some heavy petting.  Would he care?  She
wondered what it would be like to have him touch her 'down there.' Almost
absently she reached down, already feeling turned on.  She was wet. 
Gently, Diana fingered her aroused clit.  She couldn't help wondering what
Jordan would do to her, if he wanted to.  She had already decided that if
it came to that, she was going to let him have whatever he wanted.

   A little later, after she had finished, she finally dropped off to
sleep, dreaming of Jordan.  His face, his voice, his body.  When she woke
in the morning she felt great!  Her only worry was that he might not call!

   Schoolwork was usually not too difficult for her, but the next two weeks
were absolute torture!  She could not concentrate in class, since her every
thought hovered about Jordan.  After the first week, ever her friends
noticed her distraction.

   Tracy and Beth were determined to find out what was going on, and after
a couple days, Diana cracked.  The friends gossiped about Jordan, and tried
to dream up ways Diana could get him alone.

   Finally, two weeks passed.  Sure enough, Jordan called as soon as he got
back into town.  They talked for what must have been two or three hours. 
When she finally hung up the phone, Diana danced around her room, giddy
with excitement.

   The two had made plans to go out to a movie the next night.  Jordan
picked her up early and took her out to dinner, nothing fancy, just one of
the local restaurants, but she felt like he had treated her to the most
expensive dinner ever!

   During the movie, Jordan held Diana's hand, lightly stroking her fingers
and palm, not willing to let her go.  A week later, Diana could not even
remember what the movie was about.  All she remembered was Jordan's hand on
hers.

   He drove her home, and the two spent a half-hour on the porch, saying
goodbye with hugs and kisses.  Diana finally went in, though she didn't
leave the window until he had driven out of site.  She sighed.  He would be
gone again, for another week.  She felt like she was slowly being tortured!

   Over the next few weeks, Diana saw Jordan two more times.  Christmas
break came, but they were only able to get together once during Diana's
time off.  Every night she dreamed about Jordan's hands stroking her.  If
things worked out, he would be back in town for the New Year, and they
would be able to spend it together!

   Diana was getting desperate.  It was already eight o'clock on New Year's
Eve, and Jordan hadn't called.  Was he going to get back today or not?  Her
parents noticed her anxiety.  Instead of letting them try to comfort her,
she retreated to her room.

   The phone rang.  Diana's heart raced as she grabbed for it.  "Hello?"
she asked, trying to sound casual.

   "Hello?  Diana?  This is Mr.  Fields.  Your parents around?"

   "Sure, hang on and I'll get them." Diana called downstairs, letting her
parents know the call was for them, and reminding them that she was waiting
for a call.

   A few minutes later, her mom called up.  "Diana, pick up the phone. 
It's Jordan."

   Diana was on the phone before her mom finished speaking.  "Hi," she said
breathlessly.

   Jordan sounded anxious too.  "Sorry I couldn't call sooner.  I just got
in.  You able to get out tonight?"

   "Of course!  I'll be waiting for you." They talked for another fifteen
minutes before Jordan reminded her that the sooner they hung up the quicker
he would be over to get her.

   Diana quickly picked out clothes that she thought Jordan would like. 
She wore a calf-length, full skirt over knee-high stockings.  Her off-white
blouse was thin, so she covered it with a tight sweater.  She grabbed her
jacket and headed downstairs.

   Her mother was waiting.  "Diana, your father and I are heading over to
Mr.  Field's house for a New Year's Eve party.  We'll be out pretty late. I
just wanted to make sure you knew where we were in case you needed us."

   "'K, mom.  I'll be out with Jordan." She couldn't hide her anticipation.


   A little bit later, Jordan pulled up.  Diana was waiting at the door. 
She dashed out to his car through the slight dusting of snow that had
started to fall.  Quickly she pulled the door open, sliding in next to
Jordan, feeling the blast of heat from within hit her.

   The two of them leaned toward each other, kissing deeply.  When the kiss
finally ended, Diana whispered, "I missed you."

   "I missed you too!  I got held up because of the weather.  I'm sorry."
Jordan sounded anguished.

   Diana quickly grabbed Jordan's free hand as he pulled away from her
house.  "That's okay.  Where are we going?" She rested Jordan's captive
hand on her thigh.

   "I thought we would find a place and park for a little bit," he said, a
little self-consciously.

   "'Park?'"

   "We don't have to if--"

   "Oh, no, I'd love to park with you!"

   Diana absently rubbed Jordan's hand.  She was starting to feel warm, but
it had nothing to do with the heater.  She felt Jordan shift his hand
slightly, holding on to her thigh firmly.

   Teasingly, Diana pushed his hand down a little, then pulled it back up.
Her skirt rode up a few inches, exposing the top of her knee-high
stockings. Jordan was glancing back and forth between the road and Diana's
legs.

   She pushed his hand out again, raising the skirt even higher.  Diana's
mouth was dry, anticipation making her heart seem to thunder in her chest.

   One more time, and Jordan's hand rested on her bare skin.  He held her
firmly, massaging her upper leg lightly.  Diana quickly licked her lips. 
Hesitantly, she shifted back slightly, spreading her legs just a bit.

   Almost as if it had a mind of it's own, Jordan's hand brushed higher. 
Diana had to stifle a moan when he brushed against her thin cotton panties.
She could feel his fingers tracing her aroused, swollen lips.  After a
short while, she could feel her panties becoming damp.

   Jordan could feel it too.  She felt his fingers move above her molten
opening, pressing slightly.  He gently teased her concealed clitoris, and
this time she was unable to keep her moan quiet.  Her eyes fluttered closed
as Jordan continued to explore her most intimate secrets.

   Hesitantly, she felt Jordan's roving fingers slip under the edge of her
panties.  Urgently, she pulled her now-saturated undies aside.  She gasped
as Jordan now touched her softness directly.  His fingers glided across her
sensitive folds, dipping into her yearning hole briefly before moving up to
delicately torture her excited clit again.

   Diana whined.  Her body was taut with her desire.  Her fingers moved
seemingly of their own will to join with Jordan's between her legs.  She
was soon shuddering, her body racked with an amazing orgasm.

   "Damn," Jordan whispered.  Diana lay gasping, sweating in the heat of
the car.  She gave Jordan a slight grin and didn't bother to lower her
skirt.  With a quick wiggle, she pulled her damp panties off.

   "I think it's your turn," Diana said softly.  Jordan was having more and
more trouble keeping focused on the road.  "Why don't you head back to my
place?  My parent's aren't home tonight."

   Jordan couldn't keep the burning desire off of his face.  Hoarsely, he
said, "alright," and turned the car about.

   On the way back to Diana's place, she tentatively reached out and
stroked his rock hard penis.  She could see the bulge in his pants, had
seen it for most of the drive.  Jordan was desperate by the time they
finally arrived.

   "I want you," he said softly, almost pleading.

   "I know," Diana said.  "I want you to have me.  Oh God, I want you to
take me!"

   "C'mon." Jordan grabbed her hand and the two of them rushed through the
falling snow to the house.

   The house, as Diana had said it would be, was empty.  She quickly led
Jordan up to her room, and firmly shut the door after he entered.  She
leaned against the door and watched him for a second.

   Jordan stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, still obviously
aroused.  He had shed his jacket, leaving him dressed in jeans and a warm,
thick shirt.  He was watching her, and she could tell he was barely
restraining himself.

   Diana pushed herself away from the door.  Ever so slowly, she pulled her
tight sweater off, then began to remove blouse.  She watched Jordan's eyes,
which were firmly captured by her movements.  Eventually, she revealed her
cream-colored bra.  She felt her pulse pounding.  She thought, I can't
believe I'm doing this!

   Once her blouse was fully removed, she raised her arms above her head,
emphasizing her firm, high breasts.  With a sultry look that conveyed
nothing of her own nervous desire, she breathed, "You don't expect me to do
all the work, do you?"

   Jordan swallowed visibly.  With a groan full of his need, he moved to
wrap Diana in his strong arms.  His hands trailed down her upraised arms to
brush along the sides of her confined bosom.  They continued to drop,
causing Diana's skin to tingle as they moved over her waist.  Then, in a
move that caused the girl to gasp with delight, Jordan grabbed her bottom
firmly with both hands, holding her in his strong grip.  He pulled her
against him, then started to explore her body with his mouth.

   Jordan started at Diana's lips, but soon moved to nibble along her neck.
Diana barely noticed Jordan slipping behind her, his lips moving across one
shoulder.  She did notice when his hands moved up to cup her breasts
though. His grip was firm and sure, and she gasped when he held her.  He
moved one hand, and with very little effort her bra fell open.  With a
quick shrug, the bra was forgotten.

   While Jordan's hands continued to tease her breasts, lightly pinching
her painfully erect nipples, he dropped to his knees behind her, his lips
moving slowly down her spine.  She shivered beneath his fingers, yearning
to have him inside her.

   Her hands moved to continue teasing her nipples when Jordan's hands
dropped away.  His fingers quickly found the clip that held her skirt on,
and almost as quickly opened it.  With a slither of thick fabric, the skirt
fell to Diana's ankles, leaving her nude, with the exception of her
knee-length stockings.

   Jordan continued his explorations.  Diana pinched her nipples as she
felt Jordan's mouth at the base of her spine.  Almost playfully, he nipped
at her smooth bottom, his hands running firmly over her thighs.

   Finally, Jordan stood again.  Still behind her, he moved her to the edge
of her bed.  "Sit down," he whispered, his hand once again teasing her
breast.

   Diana nodded, then sat.  She watched as Jordan pulled his clothes off,
exposing his tightly muscled body.  In seconds he was bare, fully erect
before her.  Diana could not look away from his rampant cock.

   Jordan moved close, and Diana hesitantly reached out to softly run her
hand over his shaft.  Jordan shuddered, but then knelt before her.  "I want
to taste you," he said, looking pointedly at her light blonde bush.

   Diana nodded, leaning back slightly and spreading her thighs before him.
She watched with wide eyes as his mouth moved closer to her mound.  She
gasped when she felt his tongue burn along the side of her pussy, teasing
her.  His tongue flicked out, tasting her juices and exploring her
softness, before finally moving on to find her clit.  She cried out as his
fiery tongue pressed against her.

   She dropped back, unable to continue watching, the sensations
overwhelming her.  She shuddered when she felt Jordan's roving fingers
enter her slick pussy, dipping in and massaging her inner flesh.  She
unconsciously bucked her hips against his fingers.

   Jordan's other hand roved over her body, finally ending up covering one
of her breasts, once again lightly teasing her nipple.  Diana could only
take a few seconds of this before she came, sobbing softly as she shuddered
through her second orgasm of the night.

   When she opened her eyes, she saw Jordan kneeling beside her.  "Ready?"
he asked softly.

   Diana's eyes smoldered.  "Oh, yes," she nodded.  "I want you to fuck
me!"

   Jordan moved between her legs.  His shaft stood erect, ready to pierce
her twat.  Diana gasped when she felt the head of his cock press between
her puffy lips.  He was so thick!

   Jordan very gently began to thrust, still with only the head of his cock
within her.  She was so wet; he was able to press in just a bit more with
each thrust.  Finally, he pressed hard, pushing his dick fully into her
virgin hole.

   Diana winced, though the pain was not as intense as she thought it might
be.  Jordan held himself still, allowing Diana to get used to the new
sensations.  She felt so full!

   Finally Jordan began to move again.  With each thrust, there was less
pain and more pleasure.  Eventually, Diana was bucking her hips against
his; little gasps of pleasure escaping her with each thrust.  When he
pulled out, she whined in protest.

   "Hush, I'm not done yet!" Jordan said, quieting her objections.  "Roll
over, I want you from behind."

   Diana quickly did as she was told.  She felt his hands grasp her hips
firmly, seeming to control her.  She murmured softly when she felt his cock
press into her.

   Soon, Jordan was pounding into her hard, each thrust filling her
completely.  Hesitantly, at first anyway, she reached between her legs to
play with her clit.  She bit her lip, oblivious to anything else.  One more
time, she felt her body responding to the overwhelming stimulation.  This
time, Jordan joined her, sending a hot stream of his cum across her bottom
and lower back.  She collapsed, and Jordan sprawled atop her.

   They lay there for a few moments, trying to recover.  Finally, Jordan
brushed one hand across her shoulder and whispered, "happy New Year, Di."

   Diana laughed softly.  It was definitely a happy start to the new year!
She snuggled against Jordan.  She wanted to enjoy this for as long as she
could!
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