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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 21


I joined Mom in the kitchen a little before it was time for us to 
go pick up Peter. She was standing at the counter looking through 
a cookbook when I plopped in a chair at the table.

"Mom, what was your first date like?"

She paused before looking at me.

"It was awkward. I think all first dates are awkward though."

"Did you have a crush on the guy?"

"No. I did like him though, but he had a major crush on me. He 
wanted me to be his girlfriend right away. I didn't want that."

"How old was he?"

Mom said, "He was a year older than me. I think every guy I dated 
was older than me."

I sucked on my lips. It seemed that I was gonna be the 
trailblazer of the Livingston girls for once.

"Honey, age isn't everything. Most guys don't know how to act 
their age. For many, I'm not sure they ever do. In some ways, 
that's part of their charm, I suppose. Peter is somewhat the 
opposite. He acts more mature than some guys who are fifteen, 
even though he is a little younger than you.”

"Peter can act silly sometimes," I interjected, remembering how 
he put his cock in a hotdog bun at the Rayner's that Saturday 
afternoon.

"As I said, it's part of their charm," she smiled confidently 
from experience. "You learn to appreciate it for what it is. Guys 
mature differently. Some sooner than others."

"Well, Peter has been exposed to a lot more things than I would 
think most guys ever are."

"Don't be so sure. Just when you think you're ahead of someone, 
you find out you're playing catch up."

"Duh," I said, shaking my head at Mom.

Mom caught my drift.

"Don't complain too much. You're catching up pretty fast, 
sweetie."

"Not fast enough."

She looked at me closely before sitting down beside me. She took 
my hand in hers. She wanted to say something, but nothing would 
come out. I could see her struggling for words. She wanted to 
give me words of wisdom, but she knew those words could well 
expose her to ridicule from her daughter. Her past was haunting 
her. I felt bad for her. For us.

I leaned over and hugged her. She seemed surprised at that. I'd 
read her mind. I think she sensed it too. She didn't know what I 
knew though.

While still hugging her, I said, "I like it when you talk to me."

"There's a lot I'd like to tell you sometime."

"About what?"

"About a lot of things. Like the nudist camping. You shouldn't 
have found out the way you did," she said forlornly. I thought 
she was almost on the verge of tears for a moment.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Partly because you'd have freaked out about it when you were 
ten. But, also for the same reason you don't tell me things at 
times.”

She looked at me as I gazed at her, “I'm not trying to justify 
it. It is what it is. I'm trying to change though."

"You didn't have to hide things from me,” I said. “I probably 
would've freaked out at the idea a few years ago. But I might've 
gone along with it."

"Really?" she asked very skeptically.

"No," I giggled. "I'd have been totally freaked out about it."

Mom laughed a little.

"That's what I figured."

We hugged tighter. Daddy came into the kitchen and just stood 
there watching with a smile. The dangling cock between his legs 
was just too distracting though. Visions of me sucking it just a 
short time ago flooded my mind. I felt a sense of guilt too. I 
wasn't sure just how Mom would react if she knew what I'd done. 
The guilt wasn't enough to make me regret doing it though.

I pulled away and said, "I'm going upstairs to get ready."

"Just let me know when you're ready to leave."

I walked past Daddy. He rubbed my head as I passed him. I watched 
his cock to see if it jerked any. It didn't. Was I hoping it 
would?

As I started to walk away, he asked, “Did you tell Peter that I 
have a shotgun?”

I stopped and turned to look at him. “Daddy, don’t embarrass me,” 
I said, pleadingly.

He walked over and hugged me, “I won’t. I’m just picking on my 
girl a little.”

I smiled as I looked up at his face.

“I will go buy one if he doesn’t treat you right though,” he more 
seriously said.

“I think I can take care of myself,” I told him.

“I know you can, but I’m your father. And he better remember 
that, too.”

I hugged him tighter, and then kissed him. He was being a good 
daddy.


******


On the way over to pick up Peter, Mom seemed to be in an even 
better mood.

I asked, "Did Daddy put that smile on your face?"

"He's good at that. But you're responsible for this smile."

"What do you mean?"

"My daughter is going on her first date. You're growing up right 
in front of me."

"Mom, it's just a date. It's not like we're getting married."

"You'll understand when you have a daughter. You've changed a lot 
over the past few years. You're not a little girl anymore."

I liked hearing her say the last part the most. Here is where I 
might have said something snotty to her about still being treated 
like a little girl by her, but I didn't. The ice was thawing.

"You're going to start getting asked out by a lot of guys this 
school year."

"I don't know about a lot."

"Wanna bet?"

"No one asked me out last year ... and I was a cheerleader."

"So much of your time was spent doing cheerleading too,” she 
noted. “You weren't that available to flirt with."

She looked over at me, "Plus, you probably intimidated a lot of 
the guys your age."

"Intimidated?"

"Honey, you're a beautiful girl. You're beginning to really show 
it, too."

"Nobody ever tells me ..."

"Your father and I don't count?"

"No. Well, you know what I mean."

"You have a terrific body. You're athletic, but you look more 
like a dancer than an athlete. Your face and smile are adorable. 
Your eyes are going to hypnotize quite a few boys. I've seen how 
guys gawk at you."

I smiled and blushed.

"You look sexy as hell when you blush, too."

"Mom!"

"It's true!"

"Peter has a crush on me. I don't feel the same for him though."

"You don't have to. Have a good time with him. Just don't lead 
him on."

"I've tried not to."

"Sometimes feelings develop over time,” she said. “Don't worry 
about that though. Just have a good time with him."

"I kissed him when he was at the house."

"That happens. Speaking of things that happen, you are taking 
your birth control like you're supposed to?"

"Yeah, Mom. I'm not planning to have his baby," I said, showing 
my annoyance. "Maybe I should always leave my bedroom door open," 
I joked.

"That wouldn't be any fun."

"Mom!"

"Stop 'momming' me. You're old enough that this shouldn't 
embarrass you."

I pursed my lips together. She was right. If I'm going to walk 
the walk, I shouldn't be embarrassed about talking the talk.

"So, it's okay if we're in my bedroom together with the door 
closed and locked?"

"I hate locked doors."

"Because I'm too young?" I goaded her.

"Because I can't peek in and watch if I want too," she 
audaciously said.

I started to 'mom' her again, but she cut me off.

"Don't you dare 'mom' me either!" she chuckled.

"Should I leave it open for you?" I boldly asked.

She was quiet for a long moment. I waited her out though.

"If you want too," she calmly said, reaching over to squeeze my 
hand while still watching the road.

Was this really my mother I was talking to?! She was blushing a 
little. This was the first time there had been any kind of 
attempt by Mom to include me in any type of sex game with her, if 
you could call it a sex game.

"Seriously, Mom? Would you want to watch?"

"Yes," she said plainly, but I could tell she was embarrassed.

I was shocked. But I grew a little bolder.

"Even knowing what you might see?"

"Yes," she said, but I could hear the uneasiness in her voice 
then. She was taking a big step with me.

I stared at her with an approving smile, even though she seemed 
to be afraid to look at me directly. She glanced over long enough 
to notice it though.

I unbuckled the seatbelt and slid over next to her. It was 
awkward sitting between the bucket seats like that, but I wanted 
to be close to her. I leaned against her, laying my head on her 
shoulder. I expected her to complain, but she just wrapped her 
arm around me instead.

We were being reckless, but more importantly, we were bonding. It 
was what I'd been wanting.

I thought briefly about Mrs. Thomas. I couldn't wait to tell her. 
She'd be proud of me ... and Mom.


******


When we arrived at Peter's house, he was already waiting for us 
on the front porch. I slipped back in my seat. Mom could easily 
see how perplexed I was about what to do.

"Get out and walk back with him to the car, and then get in the 
back seat with him."

"Maybe you should go out with him."

"No way, sister. I had my first date decades ago. It's your 
turn."

"If you love me, you would."

"Don't be pathetic. You'll be fine. You look great. Now scoot."

I did what Mom told me. I met him when he was about halfway to 
the car. He opened the back door and let me get in first.

The ride to the theater was really awkward. Mom did her best to 
engage us in a conversation to break the uneasy quiet. Actually, 
Mom was the one making things uneasy, but that was unavoidable 
since neither of us was old enough to drive ourselves.

Mom dropped us off at the mall. It had a big theater along with a 
number of places to eat inside. It was very crowded too. I was 
certain that a lot of people I knew would see us. Then I began to 
worry that Peter would want to hold hands while we walked. 
Fortunately, he didn't try. We were just two people hanging out 
together.

We hadn't been there long before some of my friends from school 
spotted me. Tammy, Becky, and Jennifer were the ones I knew the 
best. Some other girls I knew were with them too. They all 
started walking toward us. I hadn't seen most of them since the 
beginning of summer break.

Tammy Addison and I hung out a lot at school, but we didn't live 
close enough to see each other outside of school much. We did see 
each other fairly often though at the mall and such. Her parents 
were cool when I was around them. They were down to earth type of 
people. Tammy was a lot like that too.

Becky Jordan and I weren't that close as friends. She was one of 
those girls that clung to whoever was the most popular at the 
time. She'd hung out with me in the past mainly because I'd been 
a cheerleader. I'd always been rather popular too, which meant 
she could score popularity points as well by hanging out with me.

She was cute, but nothing special. She got a lot of attention 
from older boys though. She came across as being easy to score 
with, which is probably why guys liked her ... along with having 
some of the biggest tits in our grade. She always dressed to show 
them off, too.

Tammy seemed to be the leg Becky and the others were humping on 
now. Even though she wasn't a cheerleader, she was very pretty 
and popular. I wished I had her hair. It was always so perfect 
looking. She probably spent a lot more time making it look 
perfect though than I did with mine. Her boobs were a little 
fuller than mine, but otherwise she had nothing else over me. The 
others were mainly people I'd been in classes with over the 
years. Most of them were cool though.

"Hey, Mel. I haven't seen you since school ended," Tammy said.

"I haven't been around too much."

"Because of cheerleading camp and gymnastics?"

"Nope. I'm not cheering this year."

"I'd heard you'd quit," Becky interjected.

Of course, you did, bitch. That's why you haven't called me. I 
lost my popularity credentials. I made myself be nice to her 
though. It was something I'd gotten used to doing.

"Yeah, I just got tired of it. I might try out for softball or 
something this year."

"You want to hang out with the lezzies?" Becky replied with a 
disgusted tone.

I responded, "They aren't lezzies. You better watch saying that, 
too. Most of them could probably kick your ass if they wanted 
to."

She gave me a 'whatever' look. I didn't give a shit. I probably 
would help them kick her boney little butt. Tammy grinned 
slightly at me. She knew what Becky was all about.

"Softball would be cool. I might tryout too," Tammy said, almost 
grinning before glancing quickly at Becky.

I snorted just a little while trying not to laugh. Becky didn't 
seem to notice that she'd just been slammed though. She wouldn't 
do anything to jeopardize her standing with Tammy either. She 
just started going on and on about her summer.

We'd all been talking for a short time before I realized Peter 
was probably feeling left out. I wasn't sure what to do outside 
of just telling my friends I had to go. One of the girls, 
Jennifer, recognized Peter though and started talking to him 
while I was still talking to Tammy and Becky.

Jennifer Preston was cool. I'd known her since her family had 
moved into our area over two years ago. She'd tried out for last 
year's cheer squad, but didn't make it. I'd befriend her during 
tryouts. She'd been upset about not making it, but she got over 
it fast. She had more going for her to attract friends than 
having to depend on being a cheerleader. That made me feel better 
about her. I knew she had an older brother, but I'd never met him 
... or her parents for that matter.

We didn't spend much time together away from school though. We'd 
talk on the phone for short periods of time, but she'd never 
seemed to really want to hang out with me alone. She did have a 
habit of showing up beside me between classes and during lunch 
though. However, I hadn't heard from or seen her since school had 
ended for the summer.

When it came to Peter, I didn't completely trust Jennifer, but I 
much preferred her talking to him than Becky. I didn't think she 
would try to embarrass me if Peter said something to her that he 
shouldn't about our relationship. Becky would stab me in the back 
in a heartbeat if she thought it would make her more popular 
somehow.

I tried to listen in on what she and Peter were saying. However, 
it was hard to hear over Becky's yapping away about her father 
buying a new speedboat and spending a lot of time at their lake 
house the past few months. But I did hear Peter tell Jennifer 
that we were going to see a movie. As it turned out, they were 
all going to see the same one.

Fucking great, I thought.

We all walked together up to the ticket booth. Peter insisted on 
paying for me. The others noticed it too. The chatter between 
them convinced me of that. I was determined not to let it bother 
me though.

Peter also insisted on buying the drinks and popcorn. That just 
increased the knowing looks between my friends. I stayed cool 
though, even if I was feeling a little sick about it.

We stood around waiting for the previous showing of the movie to 
end. I stood with Peter, but both of us were feeling a little 
self-conscious. We both knew we were being watched and evaluated 
by my friends. I wasn't sure all of them even knew who he was. 
Maybe they would think he was older. Jennifer seemed to be the 
only one who knew him well enough to even talk to him. I wondered 
just how she knew him. It was possible they might have had a 
class together last year.

After a few minutes, Tammy grabbed my arm and pulled me away from 
the others. Damn it, the interrogation was about to begin.

"That's Peter Rayner, isn't it? Pam's little brother?"

This wasn't going to go well. She knew Pam wasn't even a year 
older than me.

"Yeah."

"You're on a date with him?"

"Sure. He's cool," I said, bracing for the obvious question of 
why I would be dating him.

"He's cute too," she added.

Hold the phone!

"How long have you been dating him?"

"Not long."

All of a sudden, I didn't want her to know it was our first date.

"Cool. Look, I'm having some people over in a few weekends before 
school starts back. A pool party. Can you two come?"

Holy shit!

"Yeah, umm I'll have to ask Peter, but we'll probably be there."

"I haven't told anyone else yet. I was gonna call everyone this 
weekend. So don't say anything about it yet except to Peter. And 
tell him not to say anything yet either."

"No problem."

"Are you and Pam good friends still?"

"We hang out some."

"So that's how you got hooked up with Peter."

"Yeah."

"I hate you." she said, but not meaning it. "You better keep him 
away from Becky though. She's about to fuck him with her eyes 
right now," she said, looking in their direction.

I walked back over to Peter. I moved in between him and Becky, 
reclaiming my date.

I was totally fucking wrong in how I thought this was going to 
go. They weren't making fun of me. My friends were envious of me!

I'd originally planned to get Peter to sit somewhere away from 
everyone. But, after talking with Tammy, I wanted us to sit with 
them. We followed them and sat in the same row, with Tammy on my 
side opposite of Peter.

The movie was just starting when Tammy leaned over to me and told 
me she was jealous that I'd hooked up with Peter before school 
had started back. I cut my eyes over at him. I knew he was cute. 
It was always his being younger that bothered me.

It was then I realized just how big of a fucking hypocrite I'd 
been. I'd been complaining about getting left out of things 
because I was the youngest. And I'd wanted to exclude Peter from 
my life just because he was younger than me. I felt totally 
rotten. He was a good looking guy. He was always sweet to me. We 
had a lot of the same interests.

What the fuck was wrong with me?!

I leaned over closer to him. I put my hand close to his. He 
glanced at me. I gave him a soft smile. He took my hand in his. 
My whole body tingled. I was actually holding hands with a boy. 
He didn't let go of it until the movie was over.

As we were leaving the theater area, Jennifer came up to Peter 
again while I was talking to Tammy. They obviously knew each 
other better than I first thought. I didn't feel threatened by 
it, but it stuck in my head all the same.

We got something to eat afterwards. Peter insisted on paying 
again. I told him that wasn't fair, that I needed to help pay for 
something. He finally relented. We talked and talked. He was so 
easy to talk to.

Tammy and her entourage got something to eat as well, but sat 
away from us. Tammy was cool like that. She knew I didn't want 
them on top of us the whole night. They all watched us the entire 
time though. Becky was still trying to fuck him with her eyes. 
Jennifer kept glancing over as well, but no more than the rest of 
my friends.

After we finished eating, I told everyone we'd see them later. 
Jennifer was the only one to tell Peter goodbye. She was the only 
one that seemed to really know him though. I made a mental note 
to ask Peter about how he knew her. Jennifer hadn't said a word 
to me the whole night, but she didn't act like she was mad or 
anything.

We walked around talking some more, while holding hands the 
entire time.

I saw a few more of my friends. It didn't bother me at all being 
seen with him anymore. I suddenly wanted to be seen. A few of his 
buddies saw us together too. They came up to him to find out what 
was going on. Just like Becky had done with him earlier, they 
were about to fuck me with their eyes. It was disgusting how they 
gawked at me so openly, but I took some pride in it, too.


******


The mall was about to close. So, I called Mom to let her know to 
come pick us up. We were still holding hands on the sidewalk when 
she pulled up. She gave me this exaggerated amazed look when 
Peter wasn't watching. I just shrugged as we got in the back 
seat.

"Did you guys have fun?"

"Yes, ma'am. We did," Peter immediately responded.

Obviously, he'd felt things had gone very well. So did I.

"Melissa, what was the movie about?"

"Ummm ..."

"Uh huh," she said, grinning while looking back at me in the 
rearview mirror.

"Mom, can Peter come home with me for a little while?"

She raised her eyebrow at me. I gave her a 'please' look. The 
rearview mirror was becoming our secret way of communicating.

"Sure. I'll call Maggie and let her know he'll be home a little 
later."

"Thanks, Mom," I smiled at her. She smiled in return, almost 
looking smug. She knew my whole attitude had changed about Peter 
during the evening. She probably knew it would beforehand.

When we got home, Daddy greeted us at the front door. He was a 
bit surprised to see Peter with me. Fortunately, he was cool and 
didn't say anything to make things awkward.

We were standing in the hallway together. I told Peter to go up 
to my room while I talked with Mom for a minute. He excused 
himself and went upstairs. Daddy took the hint as well and went 
into the family room to watch TV.

"Melissa?" she simply asked. I knew what she wanted to know too.

"I'm an idiot."

"An idiot wouldn't have realized how wrong she was until it was 
too late. What changed?"

"My friends."

"They think he's cute, don't they?"

"Yeah. Well he is cute. He's sweet, funny, and cool."

"You're pretty cute and cool too. And smart. Otherwise, Peter 
wouldn't be in your bedroom right now."

"I'm not sweet too?" I asked, giving her my best sickeningly 
sweet look.

"You're funny."

"You're mean to me," I playfully pouted.

"You're sweet sometimes. You're being mean to Peter making him 
wait on you though."

"I better go up there."

"Yes, you better."

I had a wicked thought.

"Oh, Mom. Want me to leave the door open a little?" I asked with 
a mischievous grin.

She paused for a moment and looked up the stairs. She then looked 
back at me with her own mischievous smile.

"Just a little."

As I walked quickly to the stairs, I turned and said while 
grinning, "You're bad."

She smiled at me. Was she really serious? I'd find out soon 
enough.


******


I was feeling anxious about what I'd suggested to Mom. I'd 
invited her to spy on us making out, maybe even having sex. For 
once, I felt like we had completely broken down the barrier 
between us. The anxiety I felt came more because I was involving 
Peter. I didn't want to screw this up with him now. I didn't 
think it would if he figured out what was going on between me and 
my mom, but I couldn't be certain.

Peter was standing by my dresser looking through my CDs when I 
walked in the room. I partially closed the door behind me, 
leaving it open just enough so that someone from outside could 
easily see my bed.

I walked over beside him to help pick out something for us to 
listen to. I already knew we liked most of the same music. I was 
curious what he would want to listen to with me though.

We stretched out on the bed side by side, facing each other. 
Earlier today, I'd just hoped to get through this without hurting 
his feelings. Now I didn't want the date to end. We were like any 
other close friends that wanted to hang out together.

We were far from being two average kids though. We both knew we 
were fucking our siblings. We both had quirky families, but we 
just accepted that as who we were. It seemed to make it all the 
easier for us to share personal things with each other. Neither 
of us felt the need to lie to hide our weirdness.

"Are you and Jamie cool now?"

"Yeah, we've learned how to not kill each other for now. Do you, 
Pam and Penny go through stuff like that?"

"Once in a while. I guess all brothers and sisters do it," he 
said.

"We usually get along fine, up until lately."

"Do you mind telling me what you were upset about?"

"It was the whole nudist thing. He was going to nude campgrounds 
with my parents while I got sent off to be watched by relatives 
like I was the family dog. They kept it a secret from me."

"I wondered why you never went and Jamie did."

"I was 'too young'," I groaned.

"I wish they'd have let you go."

I leaned over and kissed him. I kept my face close to his. I 
badly wanted to make out with him. He jumped at the chance too. 
It's a wonder either of us could breathe the way we kissed.

He pushed me onto my back as he moved over me. He held my hands 
down to the bed with his, and kissed me deeply. I was his for the 
taking. He could've used my body however he wanted, but he just 
kept his face close to mine even when we weren't trying to suck 
each other's tongue off.

He liked looking at my face, and into my eyes. I liked him 
looking at me too. He was making me melt, and very wet too. I've 
never wanted anyone as bad as I did at that moment.

I was getting a little frustrated though. I began to realize that 
Peter didn't want this to be just about sex. He didn't want me 
thinking he was just trying to get me horny so he could fuck me 
again. That was incredibly sweet. Mission accomplished. He'd 
earned a lot of points tonight. I was ready for him to fuck me 
though!

I reached to grab the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up to get 
it off him.

"We don't have to," he said.

Oh, yes we did.

"I know we don't, but I want to."

We fumbled around stripping each other. Neither of us wanted to 
break contact with the other. I wanted his body touching mine, 
inside mine. He was obviously feeling the same way too.

He looked at the door. I told him not to worry about it, that my 
parents would stay downstairs. At that point though, I didn't 
care about either of them spying on us.

He took one of my nipples in his mouth and hungrily sucked it. I 
was ready to explode just from that! He moved down my body, 
slowly at first. I pushed on his shoulders, letting him know I 
needed his mouth somewhere else. He was a smart boy too.

I came within seconds after his mouth covered my clit. His tongue 
was all over it. At times I pushed him away slightly because it 
would get too intense. He spent the longest time just enjoying 
licking and looking at my pussy.

I was spread wide open for him. He kept looking up from between 
my legs into my eyes. It was more than lust that I saw in his. He 
had my pussy right in front of him, but he wanted much more than 
that from me.

He slid up my body and pressed his lips softly and gently to 
mine. The tips of our tongues met. I could taste myself. His 
breath was intoxicating. He took my face in his hands, our noses 
brushing as we enjoyed the closeness. This was so new for me. I 
guessed it was for him too. We were both vulnerable. I didn't 
care though.

His shaft was pressing against me. I moved against it, letting 
him know I wanted it. He didn't need another hint. Moments later 
he was inside me. He wasn't thrusting though. He was just 
enjoying the feeling of being inside my body. I held his body 
tightly to mine. We slowly and gently began rutting into each 
other. He was grinding against my clit while his cock remained 
buried deep in me.

The urge to pound into me finally overwhelmed him though. He 
leaned up, held my legs apart, and fucked me to within an inch of 
my life. My pussy was throbbing and squeezing him. I was 
whimpering and moaning. I think my orgasm started the moment he'd 
first entered me, and lasted until he came as well. He was 
groaning loudly as he flooded me.

His face looked almost comical, but in a sexy way. We both were 
wet with sweat and trying to catch our breath when he finally lay 
down against me, still keeping his cock inside me.

I glanced over toward the door. I'd almost forgotten I'd left it 
partially open. I was sure I'd seen Mom's face for a moment. Or 
did I just imagine it because I wanted her to have seen this? 
None of it really mattered for me right then. I just wanted to 
cuddle with Peter. He was kissing my face. My hands wanted to 
touch him all over. I wasn't finished with him yet.

We never parted as I turned to move over his body, kissing his 
lips softly. I kissed his chin. I kissed his chest, looking into 
his eyes as I kissed further down his body. His cock was already 
responding again. I pressed my chest down against his shaft, 
feeling the wetness and heat from it. I would've fucked him with 
my tits, if I'd had enough to do the job properly. But he seemed 
to enjoy the sensation just the same.

I moved down further, kissing his lower abdomen, his cock against 
my neck. I moved my mouth to the base of his shaft, our eyes 
still meeting. His expression was endearing. I kissed lightly up 
his cock, taking my time, knowing that I was teasing him just a 
bit. I'd reward him for his patience momentarily.

I slipped my mouth over the head of his cock, swirling my tongue 
around the head. Our eyes were still locked together. I slowly 
took more of him in my mouth, using my tongue on the underside to 
intensify the feeling for him. I kept descending on his shaft 
until I had all of him. I leaned my head back slightly so he 
could see more easily. He groaned in appreciation.

His cock was like a steel rod while I made love to it. That's 
exactly what I was doing too. I was doing this solely for him. I 
was determined to make him cum with his cock completely in my 
mouth. It would be a first for me.

He tried to warn me, but I reassured him with my eyes that 
everything was just as I wanted. He came so intensely that he 
almost bucked me off of him. I held my mouth firmly to the base 
of his cock though. I swallowed as fast as he spurted. It was 
going straight into my throat anyways. I was a little surprised I 
wasn't choking.

He begged me to stop, that it was too intense. I stopped working 
my tongue against him, but still held him inside my mouth.

Finally I let his cock slip from between my lips, and looked at 
him while I lecherously licked the lips of my open mouth. He 
seemed to appreciate my erotically suggestive show. I slid up 
against him so that I was lying with my head on his chest. His 
fingers tenderly stroked through my hair as I cuddled against 
him.

We stayed pretty much like that for about a half hour before Mom 
knocked on the door, getting our attention. She was standing so 
that she wasn't looking directly in at us. I suspected she'd 
peeped in though, and saw that we were still naked and 
intertwined.

"We probably need to be getting Peter home soon," she called out.

"Okay, Mom," I said with a sigh.

I was tempted to ask if he could stay the night. Sarah had with 
Jamie already. Maybe it would be better if it wasn't on our first 
date though.

"We better get dressed," he said, dejectedly.

I sighed, "The bathroom is down the hall."

"I don't want to clean up."

What a sweet thing to say to me!

"Neither do I," I said, smiling as I put on my panties. I was 
gonna be squishy the rest of the night.

We stood for a moment at the bedroom door and kissed. We then 
walked to the top of the stairs, stopping to kiss. When we got to 
the bottom of the stairs, we kissed. We walked hand in hand into 
the family room to let Mom know we were ready, even though we 
clearly weren't ready for the night to be over.


******


We held hands in the backseat while riding to Peter's house. For 
a moment, I wondered if we were going too fast with this. I knew 
I probably needed to put the brakes on this a little. We weren't 
a couple yet. I didn't want him to think I was that easy. But, 
everything I was doing was screaming how easy I was to be had. I 
needed to figure out a healthy balance. I wasn't sure where 
things would go after this date, but we'd figure it out as we 
went along.

I got out of the car with Peter.

"I had fun," I said.

"Me too."

Suddenly things were awkward, but he seemed to know not to push 
things. Why did I ever think he was just a dork?

"Tomorrow afternoon we're going to my grandparents for the rest 
of the weekend."

"Call me before you go," I said.

"I'll call you early in the afternoon. I'll probably sleep in."

"Me too."

He just stood there for a moment. I think he wanted to kiss me 
goodnight. I leaned into him making it easier for him. It was a 
quick, but tender kiss.

I watched him walk up to his door before I got into the front 
seat with Mom. She smiled at me, but didn't say anything at 
first.

I stared ahead quietly, thinking about how well things had turned 
out. She finally broke our silence.

"You're gonna bite your bottom lip off if you're not careful."

She chuckled at me when I realized how I must've looked.

"Not what you expected, was it?" she asked.

"My friends like him. Tammy said he was cute."

"He is cute. I told you he acts older than he really is."

"Yeah. I feel kinda stupid."

"Things aren't always what they seem, are they?"

I looked at her closely.

"Thanks for putting up with me."

"You're my daughter. In some ways, I know you better than you 
know yourself."

"Because I'm like you?"

"Scary, huh?"

"I'm glad we're alike." I said, smiling at her.

"I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

I sat quietly for a few moments.

"Did you watch?" I asked.

"What do you think?"

"You were there the whole time, weren't you?" I asked, amazed 
that I was hoping she would say yes.

"Not the whole time," she said, showing a little embarrassment.

"You didn't stop us."

"I didn't see anything that needed to be stopped."

I stared at her. She'd watched us have sex. She knew Jamie and I 
were having sex. I pushed the issue a little more.

"You know you're not supposed to be okay with that."

"I'm not like those who think I'm not supposed to be okay with 
that."

"I'm glad," I daringly said.

She reached over and patted my leg reassuringly.

"I need to slow down a little," I stated.

"I think you know what speed you're good at. You'll figure it 
out. I'll be there when you crash though."

"Was grandma there whenever you crashed?"

"Not really. It wasn't her fault though. We weren't that much 
alike. There was a lot she didn't know or understand."

I looked at her closely. She'd never said anything like that 
about her mom before. She reached over to hold my hand.

At a stop sign, she briefly looked over at me. Our eyes met for a 
few moments. In that short time, there was an unspoken 
acknowledgement between us that things were now very different. 
We still had a ways to go. I still wanted answers to many things. 
I knew she would tell me in time though, when she was ready.


(continued in chapter 22)

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