Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: David's New Life
Part: Chapter 1 of 6
Universe: Doppelganger
Summary: A young man follows his older sister's example 
to learn that lust and love can involve more than one 
other person.
Keywords: mf, oral
Language: English
Copyright: 2010

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Prologue :

Kaitlyn Norton, usually known as Katie, was discovered 
fooling around with her friend Tyler by Tina, the female 
relation of Justin - one of their classmates.

What had seemed a disastrous meeting turned out instead 
to be the beginning of not one or two but three wonderful 
friendships as another girl Leslie joined them and ended 
up falling in love with Tyler as Katie fell for Justin.

Rather than simply pairing off, they continued with their 
teenage orgies of discovery in the basement of Katie's 
house, unaware at first that Katie's younger brother 
David had built a bug that allowed him to listen in on 
their lusty activities.

When Leslie was seen kissing Tyler in public by a 
homophobic ex-friend Ainslie, the group banded together 
and sought David's electrical expertise to find a way to 
get back at the malicious Ainslie.  They had succeeded 
and Ainslie had found herself in more trouble than she 
had made for the lesbian couple.

Keeping an electronic ear out to avoid any backlash from 
Ainslie the group were horrified to find she was being 
abused by one of her father's friends.  Once again David 
had helped and they had made an uneasy peace with Ainslie 
by rescuing her and potentially her younger sisters as 
well.

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A review of the main characters from the Doppelganger 
Universe.

The Norton's - (parents) Wesley and Michelle
   Kaitlyn or Katie  16,
   David             15

The Roger's - Malcolm and Bernice
   Justin            16 Katie's boyfriend
   Tina              16 Justin's "twin" sister but they
                        are thought by most to be cousins

The Waters' - Megan
   Tyler             17

The Frost's - Edward and Vivien
   Leslie            16, almost 17
   Deborah           14

The Weston's - Clay
   Ainslie           16, almost 17
   Sophie            15
   Jill              13

The Villain - Richie Oldes - now defeated!

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"Thank you."  Ainslie's sentiment was genuine, its 
expression unforced and accepted generously.  "Is there 
anything I can do to repay you?"

Katie responded to Ainslie's thanks on behalf of the five 
of them.

"We don't need repaying, though we do appreciate the 
offer; we couldn't let that bastard continue.  There is 
one thing you *COULD* do if you want but it's only a 
suggestion."  She paused.

"My brother is a wiz at making electronic doodads and 
helped us get the info on Ritchie, though he doesn't know 
anything about him particularly or why we needed it; and 
especially not that it had anything to do with you."

Ainslie wondered where this was going.

"We planned on rewarding him for a job well done but, if 
you wish, you could do that instead.  The Freshman 'End 
of Year' Dance is coming up; I know that's not something 
you or we would normally be involved with.  David is 
going and I know he likes you.  He hasn't got a date yet 
and I wondered if you would consider going with him?"

(He likes me?  I think I know who he is but when has he 
even noticed me?)

"He's not unattractive and he's not a jerk", Leslie 
added.  "I would go but he's not likely to ask me or 
Tyler."

Katie added, "Tina has said she will if you don't want to 
but I think he would rather it was you.  I know it's not 
just the cred he might get by bringing an older date.  He 
does think you're attractive.  Sorry, now it sounds like 
we're pressuring you."

Ainslie was silent for a while.  "I'll think about it.  
Get him to ask me himself and I'll see."  She looked at 
Leslie and Tyler.  "Sorry"

They understood.  It was only a little but it was enough 
and it was never too late.  Things would never be 
comfortable between them again - they couldn't be sure 
Ainslie wouldn't revert and Ainslie couldn't accept their 
behaviour - it was more they agreed to simply disagree 
which really was all Leslie and Tyler had wanted from the 
start.

-----

"I *AM* serious!  Just trust me and ask Ainslie to be 
your date."

"You're not yanking my chain are you?  Why would she be 
interested in me?  And when have you and she been so 
pally for you to find out?  Why do you think she's all 
okay after what she did to Tyler and Leslie?  You're not 
using me to get her into more trouble are you?"

"I don't want more trouble for Ainslie and I don't think 
she wants to make any more trouble for us.  In fact, you 
should forget all about it *AND* about the first bugs you 
made.  Don't mention either to Ainslie though she has 
some idea about the latest ones."

That puzzled David.  He had thought they had been further 
tools in an ongoing quest to bring Ainslie down.  Maybe 
he should take his sister's advice.

-----

"Thank you for asking.  Yes, I'll go with you." 
 
Nine small words.  Okay, perhaps ten, be a pedant!  Nine 
words that committed Ainslie to spending an evening with 
someone maybe seventeen or eighteen months her junior - a 
big gap at their ages but for some reason acceptable when 
the other way around.  She wondered if the others 
intention had been to humiliate her; if so they would be 
disappointed.  She had been shunned to a large degree by 
her own classmates on her return to school - what could 
be more humiliating than what had already happened to 
her.

Their own dance would not be a pleasant evening for her 
so why shouldn't she enjoy herself with a less critical 
group.  At least she wouldn't have to spend the evening 
trying to get her former friends to stay near her long 
enough to talk to them; the younger students might at 
least do that much!

The boy, Katie's brother ... (David!  She had to 
remember) wasn't bad to look at - Leslie had at least 
spoken the truth there - and he had filled out more than 
many in his class.  He at least looked as though he was 
old enough to partner her.  He was a bit geeky, but spoke 
nicely and with a reasonable show of confidence - neither 
cocky nor petrified about asking for a date from someone 
who might have been less than cordial in her rejection.

Certainly there were plenty of boys in her own classes 
who would have acted stupidly, trying to impress her.  It 
had put her off most of them a couple of years ago and 
the months expecting Ritchie to return hadn't made it any 
easier to find someone.  How could you get close to a 
boyfriend if you might have to turn him away when you 
couldn't bear his touch because of something someone else 
was doing to you?

No, an evening in David's (D-a-v-i-d, *DAVID*!) company 
seemed a very small price to pay for her freedom from 
that fear, for herself or for her sisters.  She wondered 
how her sister Sophie would react to the news she was 
going to the dance with David; she shared most of her 
classes with him.

-----

The teacher's had grading meetings scheduled for the 
Friday afternoon of the dance so the whole school was 
given the afternoon off.  It gave the girls who were 
attending time to primp themselves up (for some reason 
the boys required far less effort) and meant the 
supervising teachers and parents didn't have to give up 
yet another weekend evening.

David's father drove him to pick up his date.  To David's 
relief, after a polite hello he acted as the 
inconspicuous chauffeur rather then the interfering Dad.  
Wesley Norton could remember when his own father took him 
and his date to a school dance, he hadn't met his wife 
Michelle then - she didn't appear on the scene for four 
more years and then it took another one before they 
started dating - but he had fond memories of the night, 
and some "interesting" dates with the girl over the 
following weeks.

As he looked at the girl accompanying his son in the rear 
view mirror he couldn't help thinking how nice it would 
be to have her in his arms, to fondle that nice young 
body and to learn about love all over again.  He shook 
his head; he really was just the dirty old man Michelle 
gratefully complained he was.  The girl was far too young 
for him to even fantasize about though she did look older 
than his son's fifteen years.  He hoped they had a "nice" 
time.

"Ainslie's father is picking us up", said David as they 
got out of the car.  "Thanks for bringing us."

"Okay then.  Have fun.  Nice to meet you Ainslie."

He pulled out from the curb, careful to avoid the many 
pedestrians and the arriving and departing traffic.  
"Well, not much notice but maybe Shelley would like a 
nice evening out with her D-O-M."

---

To Ainslie's surprise she did have fun.

Her sister didn't object to her presence and the other 
girl's followed Sophie's lead.  The boys obviously 
thought it was cool to have an older girl as a partner 
and the attention they directed towards Ainslie was the 
only thing likely to have marred the other girls' 
attitude.  Fortunately all blame was directed at the boys 
themselves.

As in any such group of pre-legal teens, some of the 
students had brought flasks or flat bottles of spirits 
with them.  Only a couple had been detected by the 
teachers who had done exactly the same thing when they 
were younger so had no doubts whatsoever what was causing 
the suspicious bulges.  They had to make a show of 
controlling the underage drinking and selected those 
students who had caused them grief in one way or another 
throughout the year to be the token sacrifices.

Generally confiscation was sufficient punishment, the 
teachers being generous in their leniency.  "I'll let you 
off with a warning *THIS* time but if you step out of 
line again you'll have to deal with this as well!"

How the student's could afford some of the excellent 
scotch or drink some of the garbage they found was beyond 
them.  The teachers even managed to sample a little of it 
then and there - purely to check that they hadn't accused 
the students unjustly; it might just be cordial in the 
bottle.

The smarter boys, and the girls who weren't about to be 
left out of things, had *THEIR* alcohol strapped to the 
girls' legs.  There were a few longer gowns but even the 
shorter dresses could hide a flask or two if the girls 
had something to hold to the front or to the side.  A 
couple were walking like cowboys back from a day in the 
saddle and one clinked each time she walked because the 
twin bottles had shifted between her legs.

Garters were apparently in that year - and not only for 
concealing the drinks.  An attractive flash of 
contrasting coloured satin and lace tended to draw the 
boys eyes when the garters appeared on a carefully 
crossed leg or through a daringly slit gown.  They were 
also useful later on in the evening when the girls could 
adjust their position to establish the limits to which 
their escorts wandering hands were permitted to explore.

Though David hadn't brought any booze himself, his 
friends were generous and he shared a few mixes with 
Ainslie; it was more reassuring for the girls to know 
their dates were drinking from the same cups.  There were 
infrequent but cautionary instances of date rape drugs 
being administered and that way the girls didn't have 
quite as much to worry about.  They shared the drinks but 
Ainslie always seemed much thirstier than he was.

With her father inclined to hit the bottle Ainslie had 
eschewed alcohol for other forms of intoxication; she 
didn't like smoking so weed had also been a turn off.  
Instead an outing with her friends had introduced her to 
ecstasy; she had been an instant convert.  She couldn't 
always get out to the raves and parties so had hoarded 
her money and bought several tablets which had been 
hidden for her personal use when the time seemed right.

Their inexplicable appearance at school and the 
subsequent hassles had meant she had no further 
opportunities for that temptation.  The offer of a spiked 
soft drink had seemed an attractive and sociable 
alternative.  It had made the dance seem more sociable as 
well.

David had shared her cup, imbibing a little but, 
sensitive to his parents' displeasure if he was caught, 
he had exercised more restraint and had missed the buzz 
Ainslie and some of the others had shared.

Ainslie had a good time; she danced, she talked, she 
laughed.  It was quite a change from the last few weeks 
of her life.  David was nice enough though she didn't see 
him as serious material for at least a couple more years.  
Sophie might do so; Ainslie hadn't found out what she 
really thought of him.  Sophie had been asked weeks ago, 
popular enough that her date didn't want to miss his 
chance.

When the dance was drawing to a close the last numbers 
were deliberately slower with the lighting far more 
subdued.  The older students were allowed more leeway and 
their dances were held in almost pitch blackness with 
strobe lighting and laser effects providing enough 
illumination to see who you were with or where you were 
going.  This crowd were under the teachers' more watchful 
eye.  Like the alcohol, they knew what boys and girls 
were capable of getting up to and letting that go 
unchecked could have more serious effects than a 
hangover.

As the lights dimmed David held Ainslie closer, enjoying 
the feel of her body nestling against his without trying 
to crush the life out of her.  Her breasts were softly 
squishy against his chest, her cheek rested against his 
shoulder and her arms circled David's neck as his hands 
rested on her hipbones, fingers spread over her waist.

David hadn't tried to kiss Ainslie though others around 
the room were taking the opportunity to try to inflame 
their partner's passions before they had to leave.  It 
just hadn't seemed that sort of a date.  Ainslie had been 
warm and friendly but there hadn't been the sort of 
persistent eye contact that indicated she wanted him.  He 
wasn't hurt, nor really disappointed.

He had asked her out because, when his sister had hinted 
Ainslie might accept, it seemed an interesting idea; he 
had been too late asking a couple of the girls he might 
have found interesting (without being sure if they would 
have said yes) and couldn't decide among the remaining 
girls likely to be available (likewise).  None of his 
classmates or acquaintances had given him any reason to 
believe they were waiting for his call, none really stood 
out as being worth calling.

It wasn't a physical thing, though those with a great 
figure had tended to already have someone and were 
presumed "asked" for months before.  At fifteen, many of 
the girls were still girlish rather than womanly and the 
boys often infantile.  That their bodies, and hormones, 
were often racing ahead of their brains was just a fact 
of teenage life.

Ainslie had at least the combination of good looks, a 
good body and a couple of added years maturity to make 
her a worthwhile date.  He only hoped he hadn't made too 
many blunders that would have offended her and made her 
wish she had said "No" when he had asked for the date.  
He didn't think he had messed up but he could understand 
that a fifteen year old boy and a sixteen or seventeen 
year old girl would see things differently.

He had tried to act more maturely than some of his 
companions.

If anyone had bothered to ask Ainslie she would have told 
them he had succeeded; she had been impressed.

---

When Ainslie left the hall with David in the midst of a 
crowd of raucous students at the end of the night the 
cool air made her head suddenly spin.

"Oh boy!" she muttered under her breath while trying not 
to show how light-headed she felt.  It was one thing for 
the students to sneak a little alcohol into a dance - 
that was a tradition that the teachers knew about and 
tried to downplay - it was something totally different to 
pass out or throw up especially in front of all the 
parents arriving to pick up their little darlings.  As 
one of the oldest present Ainslie knew it wouldn't be the 
younger ones who would be blamed if she was drunk, and 
after her other woes she didn't need any more trouble at 
school.  She took a deep breath and steadied herself.

"Funny though", she thought, "other than the spinning 
which settled down pretty well straight away, I don't 
feel any different."  She brushed her hand over the top 
of her head; she could feel her hair - each individual 
filament - as it bunched up.

Sophie had gone home with her date's father, preferring 
to share his company rather than crowd into her own 
father's car with him, David, and Ainslie.  Ainslie, 
sorry she had let her father insist on coming for them, 
waited patiently with David as other cars came and went.

They talked quietly, initially with others but then just 
the two of them, until Ainslie realised her father had 
let her down yet again.  She mentally kicked herself 
though he had been better lately - almost reliable; good 
enough that she had taken him at his word.

"We'd better walk.  It's not that far and you can call 
your Dad from there if my father's not able to take you 
home."  Though she emphasised the word "able" to herself 
David didn't notice anything special.

In fact David didn't mind the opportunity to spend some 
more time at Ainslie's side.  She was good enough company 
and he was male enough to appreciate her femininity.  As 
they walked through the quite streets the conversation 
turned to each other's interests.  It was much easier 
without the music and other people around.

They had only gone a block or so when Ainslie's foot, 
encased in a shoe that wasn't really designed for hiking, 
found an irregularity in the concrete pavement.  That 
would have made her stumble even without the effect of 
the whiskey.  Under the circumstances she had no hope of 
stopping herself hitting the ground.

David caught her as she plunged forward, one hand seizing 
her arm as his other arm provided a buffer that halted 
her and then lowered her gently the last few centimetres.  
Ainslie turned and took both of David's hands in hers as 
he helped her to her feet.

"Wow.  Great reflexes.  Looks like I have to thank you 
for saving me all over again."

"Saving *YOU*?  I don't understand?"

"You made some devices recently for your sister and her 
friends didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Well they were helping me.  So I suppose I have you to 
thank, right?"

They had been simply walking side by side before but now 
Ainslie took David's hand and kept hold as they walked 
on.

She volunteered no further information and David, though 
puzzled, sensibly took advantage of the increased 
intimacy without asking questions that might make the 
moment awkward.  When they had to let go briefly to 
navigate their way around some bins left by the sidewalk, 
David firstly took hold of Ainslie's elbow instead and 
then slipped his arm around her waist instead of taking 
hold of her hand again.  Ainslie made no complaint, 
putting her arm behind his back as well.

It took them twenty five minutes; twenty five minutes in 
which to get comfortable with each other, in which to 
find new attractions, in which to awaken desires that had 
lain not quite dormant in either of them.

And when they got there, there was still no sign of 
Ainslie's father or of his car.

Ainslie ushered David into the house and they found 
Sophie getting ready for bed.  There was a brief squeal - 
outrage combined with acute embarrassment - and some 
hurried activity as she disappeared into her room.  
Sophie hadn't been quite dressed to receive guests!

Ainslie left David to peer curiously around the lounge 
room while she asked her sister if she had any news.

"Sophie said Dad had a minor prang.  He's okay but the 
wheel is no good and he has to wait for a tow truck.  If 
he leaves it where it is there won't be anything left by 
morning.  Sorry.  You'll have to ask if your Dad minds 
picking you up."

Sophie had also indicated that he had only called their 
younger sister just before Sophie had gotten home.  He 
expected to be an hour or so then.  Ainslie had said her 
goodnights and left Sophie to crash.

"Perhaps I could stay the night?"  David thought the 
words but they remained unspoken.  Instead he picked up 
the phone and dialled a familiar number.

"I'll just get out of this dress."  Ainslie had liked her 
appearance in the stylish gown - almost as much as David 
and the male portion of his class - but her feet hurt 
from walking home and she needed to get into something 
she could relax in.

When she took off the dress she noticed her deodorant 
hadn't lasted the hours the advertising said it would and 
decided she had time to dash through the shower as well.  
She was going to have to before bed and it would be 
better to make her guest wait rather than inflict her 
sweaty presence upon him.

She had just turned the water off when David hung up the 
phone.  He had been unsuccessful.

First of all he had waited for the phone to be answered.  
It had nearly rung out before his sister Katie picked it 
up, only to explain that, with the change in plans about 
the pick up, their parents had gone out for the evening 
while Katie had entertained her friends in the basement.  
That helped explain why the phone hadn't been answered.

"We can walk over together and get you", she offered.

"No.  It's not far.  I'll be right."

---

David tapped quietly on the bathroom door.  Ainslie 
opened it in loose tracksuit top and pants; she towelled 
the dampness from her hair.  It was quite a change from 
Debutante Barbie but she conveyed a sensuality he was 
beginning to appreciate as he encountered more girls on a 
personal level.

"Sorry.  Just freshening up."

"Looks like I have to walk home.  My parents are out as 
well."

Ainslie looked the youth over again.  He really wasn't 
bad looking and it had been nice when he had put his arms 
around her, both on the dance floor and on the way home.  
Suddenly she felt lonely.  She had never felt all that 
comfortable around boys - she didn't want to have to 
bring them home to meet a drunken father, let alone her 
other complications.  As a result she had spurned their 
advances until no-one advanced any more.

To have had the sincere if not overtly romantic attention 
of a male for the whole evening had made her feel wanted 
and she didn't want the feeling to end.  David was still 
here and she was eager to take advantage of the 
situation.  It was so different from her recent 
experiences in the house.

"You could stay for a little while though?  You don't 
*HAVE* to leave right away?"

Since she had discarded her towel and then crossed her 
fingers behind his neck while she talked, David could 
think of no reason he had to be out of the door sooner 
rather than later.  The smart-assed rejoinder "Not for a 
week or so" became an irrelevant "No..." as his words 
were cut off by Ainslie's lips.  He returned the pressure 
as he wrapped his arms around her.

Standing in the bathroom doorway when either of her 
sisters were just as likely to get up wasn't a 
particularly good idea so Ainslie dragged David down the 
corridor to her room.

David realised his opportunities had increased but was 
cognizant that too hasty an approach might quickly lead 
to them vanishing, probably permanently.  He let Ainslie 
set the speed and guide the course while quite happily 
exploring within the boundaries she was slowly extending.

Ainslie didn't take long to expand them past a little lip 
lock.  Her teeth parted and her tongue brushed over 
David's lips; he responded by extending the quivering tip 
of his own to press her tongue back into her mouth before 
it followed.  His hand held the back of Ainslie's head so 
their mouths were more firmly aligned and the kissing got 
even more passionate.

David had only limited experience kissing but Ainslie had 
little more.  Films provided the idea of what was 
expected and their bodies reactions guided them through a 
mutually enjoyable and indeed very stimulating practise 
session.

So enjoyable that by the time they broke for air Ainslie 
was grinding her pubes against David's.  Ainslie could 
feel the hardness trapped inside David's pants and his 
slow approach made her feel like she was in control.  She 
liked the idea that kissing her was exciting to him, 
exciting enough that he had a boner in his pants.  She 
had wondered if she could make him come while they stood 
there and was rubbing herself against him, unfortunately 
arousing herself as much as she did him.

It was all so different from that bastard Ritchie.  *HE* 
had come into her room unasked and had demanded 
satisfaction.  David had shared a tender kiss and had 
responded at her pace when she had relocated them.  She 
was overjoyed that her troubles seemed to finally be over 
and appreciated that David was entitled to her thanks 
rather than her teasing.

She decided to reward him properly; it would allow her to 
find out whether Ritchie had made it impossible for her 
to physically love someone.  Kissing seemed no problem 
but then Ritchie hadn't bothered with kisses.

Ainslie's hand moved down to cover the lump that had been 
rubbing her.  David flinched at her touch, startled by 
the unexpected contact rather than due to any pain or 
distaste for the person involved.

"Huh?"  He wasn't that shy, nor did he wish to avoid her 
touch - his surprise seemed to come out sounding like a 
question rather than a grunt.  Ainslie answered anyway.

"I thought I might reward you properly for your part in 
my 'rescue'."  She continued to rub his "part" which 
seemed to be getting bigger at each pass.

"Thank you, it's nice."  It sounded lame even as he 
spoke.

If Ainslie was feeling generous he wondered if she would 
let him have what he really wanted.

---

While David hadn't had any opportunity to gain more 
personal experience, he hadn't been idle since his 
"visit" to the basement and had traded equipment, 
expertise and some edited tapes for purloined porno mags 
and videos and a comprehensive and colourfully 
illustrated guide to the arts (and apparently near 
infinite positions) of love.  His studies had left him, 
and the bathroom, occupied for hours at a time.

The "reward" granted him by his sister and her friends 
for his first efforts had been instructive.  Their deeds 
had shown him that sex was and should be fun; that lust 
was better shared than a solitary occupation and that it 
was possible to have multiple partners without there 
necessarily being possessiveness and jealousy.  It had 
also given him an opportunity to find out how nice 
pussies smelled and tasted - and his neighbourhood 
eavesdropping had shown him that muff-diving was a 
popular pastime in many households.

He therefore paid particular attention to descriptions of 
technique and the portrayal of such activities in 
magazine and film.  The result may have been skewed by 
the cinematic requirements but in the end David had the 
knowledge to be an accomplished pussy eater.  He just 
hadn't had an opportunity to apply that knowledge.

---

A hand job - he could provide that himself.  A blowjob - 
well he *HAD* had one (or five depending on how you 
counted) and it was nice, and not to be knocked back.

Still David figured, if he could eat pussy properly then 
blowjobs were likely to be plentiful.

"Er, what I meant to say was, your touch is nice but 
there is something I would really like if you did want to 
reward me.  Could I please taste your pussy?"

Ainslie was taken aback.  When he had asked if he could 
do something *HE* wanted she had only enough time to 
think that maybe he, and perhaps all males, was no 
different to Ritchie.  Then the nature of his request 
became apparent and she wound back the conversation and 
replayed it in her head; it duplicated in many ways his 
own deliberation.

Rubbing his prick - well that wasn't unusual for a date.  
Sucking it wasn't odd for a seriously dating couple or 
after something special like a formal school dance - at 
least that's what she had heard.  She might have worried 
that David would boast about her blowing him if she 
hadn't had the drinks earlier, now it didn't enter her 
head.  Besides, plenty of other girls were presumed to be 
having sexual contact with their boyfriends which would 
include oral from both parties with no-one now thinking 
much more than "lucky bastard" - sexual mores had changed 
and yesterday's slut was today's class president.

Having *HIM* eat *HER* required her to make herself 
vulnerable to him; it was different if she had been going 
out with him for a while.  He would see the parts of her 
that even she was unfamiliar with - she wasn't in the 
habit of squatting over or lying before mirrors so her 
self-knowledge was almost purely tactile; one thing she 
*WAS* sure about though - he shouldn't find the taste a 
problem.

She wondered if she should insist the light was off; 
would that preserve her privacy?  Or should she insist 
that he too strip so she could see him as well?  No, that 
might make it too easy for him to take further advantage 
of the situation and she wasn't sure she liked, or even 
wanted to reward, him that much.

No.  She would grant his wish - why not since she would 
be getting at least as much pleasure as he supposedly 
would which wouldn't be the case with the roles reversed 
- but he would stay clothed and, as a further concession, 
she would let him keep the light on.

If he was going to eat her though she wanted to be 
properly in the mood and for that, and later, she did 
*NOT* want to be disturbed.

She locked the door and double checked the blind was 
fully down before drawing the curtains across as well.  
David was made to sit on the bed; not quite the position 
he had expected.

Without a word Ainslie lifted her top and exposed her 
bare breasts to the appreciative lad.  They were by no 
means the first he had seen, in pictures or in real life, 
but they were *THERE* and it was obvious they were being 
offered to him.

His sister's friend Tina had shared a shower with him and 
had let him wash her, explaining as she did how he should 
touch her.  He remembered, grateful now for her tuition, 
and gently lifted Ainslie's breasts so he could plant a 
moist kiss over each beautiful nipple.  His lips enclosed 
them and he let the tip of his tongue barely acknowledge 
the tiny lumps before the snick of his kiss was heard and 
then repeated.

Then he began to try out the things he had read.

Having a real live breast to play with again was enough 
to make his erection twitch in his pants.  His 
voyeuristic activities had given him plenty to wank over 
(and over and over) but it wasn't as good as being there 
himself.  He really would have to get himself a 
girlfriend; how interested was Ainslie in him?  He hadn't 
thought seriously about her but stranger things had 
happened - look at what his sister was into!

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Ainslie would have rated him as "well-meaning and 
enthusiastic, bordering on competent"; that was better 
than the "clumsy and inept" she had suspected might be 
the case - with some dread - but it would have 
disappointed David.  Considering his nervousness it was 
understandable that he wouldn't remember all the 
information he had piled up in such a short time.

As he warmed to his task and nothing seemed to be going 
wrong, his confidence grew and his actions became 
smoother, his touch a little surer, and Ainslie began to 
notice that things were now going right.  She held 
David's head more firmly lest he try to take his 
squirming tongue away - okay she would let him move it 25 
cm left or right to keep the other nipple from feeling 
neglected but that was the extent of his freedom!

David was quite happy to remain a prisoner.

Since Ainslie *WAS* holding his head in place, David 
didn't really need to keep his hands on her back so she 
couldn't withdraw; it seemed obvious that that was the 
last thing she intended.  The feel of her smooth skin, 
flat except for the points of the angel wings at the 
bottom of her shoulder blades and the ripple of her ribs, 
was almost as pleasant to his touch as the comfort of 
four fingers and a thumb curling around his own flesh.

Emboldened by his date's behaviour, David slid his hands 
up and down her back, caressing the soft flesh and bony 
spine.  They worked their way down to finally and firmly 
cup her tight buns through her pants.

David's fingertips kneaded Ainslie's muscular butt and 
pulled her closer to his body.  He wished some of his 
mates could be there with him - but only long enough to 
see for themselves that he *COULD* be successful when it 
came to girls - it was awkward being an unsung hero.

His previous encounters had been surreal; even if he had 
felt comfortable talking about them no-one would have 
believed him.  It wasn't that he didn't want to tell 
people, but he realised that any hope he had of further 
pleasures depended on his silence.  Besides he didn't 
want to hurt his sister's friends and he knew that would 
be a likely outcome should he be believed.

Likewise, as he continued to play with Ainslie's tit and 
bum, he was similarly aware that he would have to 
downplay any suggestion he had gotten lucky with her 
after the dance; he knew he would be asked.  Well he 
might tell Doug.  He could trust him couldn't he?

His friend Douglas shared many of David's interests; 
David could see him revelling in quietly told stories of 
Ainslie's warm white breasts.  No, not of Ainslie; he 
could be that much of a gentleman.  Yes he could trust 
Doug - who did he talk to other than David anyway?

But the thought of telling the story made David more 
conscious of both remembering every nuance - everything 
his senses could record - and of including as many 
experiences as possible.  If he told it as "things he had 
overheard" with his bugs he should also be able to 
include some of his sister's exploits; Doug might then be 
interested in bugging his own parents room as well!


First then, Sight.

Well David's view at that moment was nothing to write 
home about.  It was hard to even focus on the expanse of 
skin just in front of his nose.  David tried to recall 
how Ainslie's body had first appeared to him when she had 
removed her top.

It had happened so fast, one minute there was a most 
attractive bulge under the fabric, the next Ainslie had 
her arms crossed over her head and the curtain had been 
raised to show two still vibrating tits.  His first 
impulse (while staring appreciatively) had been to 
mentally compare them against the girls who had appeared 
in a similar state before him in the basement of his 
house.

Ainslie was nowhere near Tina at the light end of the 
scale or Tyler at the heavy end.  Before they had arrived 
at her house and she had changed he would have guessed 
she was just a little larger than his sister.  Naked, and 
David realised that his recollection of that earlier 
evening was no longer as clear as he would wish, 
Ainslie's breasts flattened more across her chest and he 
suspected she was in fact slightly smaller than Katie.

So often the photos he had seen of naked women revealed 
almost perfect spheres; some looked as though they had 
been Velcro-ed to the women's otherwise flat chests.  
Tyler's tended to be similar in size but hers hung 
neatly, looking as though they belonged on her body.  
Ainslie's hung down as well but without the "filling" 
that would have made them as attractive.  They weren't 
floppy dugs but rather soft elongated muffins he could 
put his fingers behind; that he could lift so that the 
nipples were available to his lips - nipples that jutted 
out from areoles almost indistinguishable from their 
surroundings.


Touch.

Well he had touched the breasts he now suckled on.  They 
had been warm and there had been a residual dampness 
where they had rested against her ribcage; evidence of 
her recent shower.  Soft and smooth to touch, they had 
almost flowed around his fingers as he lifted one and 
then the other to receive a kiss.  It seemed strange to 
be kissing her breasts when they hadn't kissed properly 
until a few minutes before.

But David had only fondled them for a little while, not 
even properly exploring the twin points with thumb and 
finger.  When Ainslie had held his head against her 
breast and indicated he should continue to use his tongue 
as he had started he had let each soft tit hang where his 
bent head could easily reach and had rested his hands on 
her back instead.  He hadn't realised how erotic that 
would be.

Ainslie wasn't skinny; there was enough covering her 
bones that David didn't feel like he was holding a 
xylophone but at the same time she was slender.

It meant that as his hands travelled down her body he had 
something to hold that was holdable; when he put his 
hands on her hips there was meat over the bone; when he 
buried his fingers in her buttocks there was a firmness 
that prevented them sinking very far.


Sound.

Ainslie had said little since revealing her breasts.  Her 
hands had told him what she did, and on one occasion 
didn't, like.  She hadn't objected to his hands on her 
butt and had made a quiet grunt which sounded like she 
liked it when he had pulled her against him.

The pants she wore were soft thick cotton that hung loose 
from the elastic waistband.  David worked his fingers 
closer together, the fabric filling the crevice between 
her ass cheeks.  Holding one cheek in each hand David 
imagined that this was what it would be like standing 
behind one of the enhanced models, holding the mammoth-
sized breasts which came with a mammoth-sized price tag.

He could hear Ainslie's sharp intake of air over the 
slurping noises he couldn't seem to avoid.  He couldn't 
know it was due to the way his fingertips were rubbing 
the seam back and forth across the puckering ring of 
muscle of Ainslie's asshole.

Ainslie pushed her hips back, trying to increase both the 
pressure of David's hands against her butt and the 
elusive contact against her butt hole.  She whimpered 
with frustration as the touch seemed to fade immediately 
she succeeded in aligning She and He in just the right 
places.

Further encouraged, David eased his hands down a little, 
his smallest fingers slipping between the top of 
Ainslie's thighs from behind.  There was another sigh and 
the grip on his head tightened though he had been 
concentrating on other matters and her chest was 
temporarily being neglected.

Now as we have seen, David was not slow to work things 
out and he had little trouble realising it was a case of 
cause and effect.  Tina had explained to him the 
importance of looking out for his partner's needs and 
wants and now, given a real opportunity for the first 
time, he was nothing if not attentive.

There were eight fingers crammed tightly into a narrow 
space while his thumbs pointed out to left and right.  
Any or all could have been responsible for Ainslie's 
sounds of pleasure.  Simple scientific method suggested 
he test each in turn.

Pointers first.  No nothing fantastic there.  Index?  Ah, 
Yes.  That apparently hit the spot.  (But one didn't just 
put away the lab equipment on the first successful 
attempt.)  Ring finger?  Oh!  Now that *WAS* interesting.  
Not what she had done before but still quite an exciting 
result; for Ainslie as well!

Okay, pinkie then.  (The tips were trapped between firm 
thighs, and not the easiest to move.)  Hmm, now what made 
Ainslie bend her knees like that?  Try again now there's 
more room.  Oh!  I didn't realise *THAT* went so far 
back.  Perhaps I should try a little finger exercises 
then.

David's fingers began a coordinated effort to bring 
Ainslie to her knees.  She had shown signs of weakness 
and he wanted her to go down!  Well no, he wanted to go 
down on her; well, come to think of it, he didn't really 
have any objections...

Ainslie was writhing again and David resumed a half-
hearted assault on the mountains while his rear guard was 
out-flanking her.  Now there was plenty of sound to 
report.  The grunting got louder and was interspersed 
with urgent calls of "Yes", and "Right there", and 
"Lovely".


Smell.

Ainslie had applied a light dusting of talc after drying 
herself and David could smell little other than the 
floral scent; roses.

That changed when his troops retreated from the 
battlefield; but they weren't defeated!  No it was merely 
a tactic that gave them a chance to regroup and to attack 
again under more opportune circumstances.

This time her defences fell with no opposition - they 
fell all the way to her ankles and once again David's 
fingers were battering on the both doors to her citadel.

He didn't really understand why she liked him pummelling 
her *THERE* - it all seemed a bit strange but, as he 
might have misquoted had he the background, when in 
Athens...

His little fingers though found a veritable parkland, a 
playground by a lake, lightly wooded.  The pair of them 
danced over the slopes, as though any thought of battle 
had been forgotten as they gave as much delight as the 
other six fingers combined.

Ainslie continued to stand with her feet spread enough to 
stretch the pants she wore around her ankles.  It worried 
her a little to be standing there, effectively naked 
before a lad she didn't know all that well.  Her worries 
didn't last long; they couldn't stand under his 
persistent onslaught.  Everything David did made her feel 
so much better than even her little noise maker - though 
she hadn't felt like getting that out since its trip to, 
and through, school.

David changed tactics, and now had one hand dealing with 
the situation from the front while the other was left to 
carry on at the rear.  He had far more freedom to move, 
to explore, to produce the kind of pleasure that had 
Ainslie warbling.

David actually sat back to watch, to see Ainslie's throat 
quiver with excitement, her musical high-pitched hum 
rising and falling much the same way she alternated 
between straightening herself to avoid his touch and 
closing her thighs around his hand as she bent her legs 
again so she could get even more.

Sitting there he became conscious of her musk.  The scent 
made his mouth water it was so good.  It was also hard to 
describe.  Definitely not floral - there was too much of 
the rutting beast for this scent to be found in some 
country garden, not unless there were pussy willows to be 
found there.

At the same time it didn't have the sometimes harsh 
strength of an expensive perfume.  Its subtleties were 
much more elusive.  Perhaps that was why the perfume 
houses merely produced their poorer imitations - the real 
thing was nigh impossible to copy.  Perhaps they should 
simply have kept thousands of women on retainer, 
stimulating them and collecting the output. Perhaps some 
of them did.

His own senses reeling, David recalled his original 
request and he stood, still moving one long finger 
through the slippery furrow that was Ainslie's most 
private, and until now, unshared part.

Ainslie's arms encircled David's neck and her lips 
pressed hard against his.  He wished he had more 
experience kissing and did the best he could.  Both felt 
it was good enough.

Slowly they pivoted until Ainslie's calves rested against 
her bed.  David lowered her backwards while their tongues 
slid over each other.

"I'm going to eat you now."

Ainslie gave David one more kiss and released him.  While 
he was kneeling she rearranged her pillows so she could 
at least see the part of his face above her hairline and 
smiled in anticipation.  She seemed to be well and truly 
over Ritchie!


Taste.

David paused for a minutes reverent silence.  It had been 
a while since he had sat at Tina's feet, jerking off as 
he watched her fingers flying over and into her pussy.  
Now he was even closer and the beauty of Ainslie's own 
pussy was awe inspiring.

His fingers reached out to touch the surface, its light 
coating of fur, silken in places, dense and spongy in 
others, seemed designed to draw him into gently stroking 
the surface.  Ainslie watched the changing emotions on 
his face; her amazement growing at the sensitivity he 
expressed.

Her anxiety became wonder which in turn became excitement 
and finally determination.  He wet his lips and moved his 
face closer, inhaling the stronger scents with an audible 
deep breath.

Ainslie's calves still rested against the side of her bed 
with her knees now spread wide.  As David positioned 
himself he lifted her knees so each leg was supported on 
a shoulder.  It was more comfortable for both of them, 
allowing David to wrap his arms around the curves of her 
hips and to rest his palms on Ainslie's flattened belly 
while she could, in turn, press him forward with her 
heels if she wished to encourage him further.

David's tongue touched the hair and he licked gently over 
the surface as though he were collecting the melt from an 
ice-cream cone.  A little closer and he could taste her 
properly for the first time.  Oh Wow!  If all women 
tasted like this why weren't they served up as appetisers 
at restaurants?  Perhaps no-one would get to the main 
course.  Her flavour was certainly everything *HE* had 
imagined.

David had to avoid even a chuckle, Ainslie would probably 
not appreciate laughter at this stage, but he had a 
vision of a girl at the local burger drive-through window 
asking "Do you want pussy with that?" or perhaps opening 
a rival ice-cream parlour offering 41 flavours.

He pushed his tongue a little harder again and this time 
found Ainslie was melting faster than any ice-cream; she 
should, she was certainly hot enough.

David was pleasantly surprised both by the quantity and 
its nature.  He had expected something watery, more like 
saliva or sweat.  Instead it was thicker, not with the 
sugary quality of syrup but almost slimy.  Far from being 
unpleasant, it coated his tongue and filled his mouth 
with its delightful flavour.  He swallowed and returned 
for more.

As David dined, his tongue alternated between delving 
deeper in search of the tasty juices and roaming around 
the surface, spreading joy as he spread the coating.

Ainslie was in heaven.  "How old is this guy?  15 or 50?"  
Though she really had no-one to compare him against, 
David's tongue seemed to have a lifetime's experience 
controlling it.

David felt far less certain of his skills as he listened 
to her ever more vocal moans; they were different from 
her earlier encouragements.  He wasn't hurting her was 
he?

"*ARRGHH!*"

"Shit!  Did she have to make so much noise?"  David was 
very conscious of being in another's house; having his 
parents called to pick him up under *THESE* circumstances 
would not be good.

He debated finishing by gradually easing off but Ainslie 
would have none of it.

"*ARGNNH!  YES!  MORE!*"

Worried about the noise, David disobeyed but Ainslie 
trapped his retreating head between vice-like thighs and 
used her hands to pull him back.

"*NO!  DON'T...*"  The word "STOP" disappeared as the 
ecstasy resumed.

Her next mighty yell coincided with a heavy thudding on 
the door.

"*WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE?  ARE YOU ALRIGHT AINSLIE?*"

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