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Jane and Carroll; Little Sister Breaks the Ice

Jane and Carroll; Little Sister Breaks the Ice
My senior year in high school created several great memories for me, most were great, and some not so. One memory that I will never forget is Jane.
As a junior I had taken Jane La Rue to the prom, she was a sophomore at the time. This was just a friendship date we weren’t really into any other kind. During the summer after that year we chummed around. Although we saw each other several times a week nothing happened; we were just friends, but our relationship cooled as a new year started.
Jane had convinced me to rejoin the marching band; tuba player and she plays sax, but as far as spending time together that was it. We were still friends, but Jane, still a junior, had developed an interest in someone else. I enjoyed our brief moments, her smiles and laughter; she was intoxicating.
Jane was just as introverted as I, maybe even more so, and thus my interests were never conveyed. Jane’s little sister, Carroll, a sophomore was way out there, she would say anything and everything that popped into her head; always cutting up and enjoying the clown act that she portrayed. Carroll was also in the band, a trumpet player, and so most of Jane’s and my encounters were over shadowed with Carroll’s outgoing interruptions.
Jane had dated her interest all of our senior year. I on the other hand had not dated much. In fact I took one of Jane’s friends to prom; Sharon’s boyfriend was out of school and by school rules could not attend the prom. We double dated.
As the school year ended the band teacher approached several of the band members, he was asked by the town to get together a small band for the town’s Crazy Days Celebration. His selection consisted of: My sister, clarinet, her boy friend Ray, a snare drummer, Carroll, on trumpet, Jane on sax, and me on the tuba.
The band teacher wanted us to dress up in outlandish costumes and walk around town and play during the festivities. My sister wore a ballerina tutu, pink I think. Carroll wore Mini Mouse ears, had whiskers painted on her face, and wore a white dress with large red poke-a-dots and black shinny slippers for her feet. Ray had on a tie dyed headband and a shirt with a large peace sign, shorts and sandals. I had on an old kaki army shirt with patches and a pith helmet, cut off jeans and combat boots. Jane surprised us all; she had on hot pants, turquoise blue, a long vest, woven from Mexican blanket material with fringe from the waist down, red high heels and a head band made from a long red silk scarf. (I had known Jane for almost three years and had never seen her legs above her knees, she always wore slacks and on rare occasions knee length shorts, wow I was impressed). And of course we all had on sunglasses. We named ourselves “The Hungry Five”, what a bunch of nerds!
Of course our proceeds were donated to charity, as the sign indicated, but the band teacher slipped each of us fifty dollars in cash, from the town’s merchants. After the long hot day, 95 degree temperature, and eight hours of playing the same nine or ten songs over and over we were ready to relax and cool off. I had driven, being the oldest, my car a 67’ Pontiac Bonneville. The trunk was large enough for all of our instruments, even my tuba fit. Sis and Ray took the back seat and Carroll; love her, pushed Jane to the center of the front seat as she took shotgun. I cranked up the AC and we returned our instruments to the band room of the high school. Ray and Sis left us, but our seating arrangements didn’t change. I suggested that we get a pizza and go to the lake. Jane objected that she needed to change, but Carroll convinced her that it would be past sundown if they went home first and then to the lake. We ate our pizza at a table near the swimming beach, Carroll as usual the center of attention had Jane and I laughing constantly. I had taken off my combat boots and put went bare footed; Carroll had pulled out shorts and a tee shirt from her hand bag and scooted off to the restrooms to change. I ask Jane if she wanted to remove the hot vest, but she shyly declined, she had left her high heels in the car. We walked in the sand to the water’s edge and out onto the dock and set down letting our feet dangle in the cool water. Our conversation was relaxed and simple. Carroll returned, but did not join us until after she had cannon-balled off the dock, drenching us in the process. I stared as she walked towards us on the dock, her tee shirt, now almost transparent, clung to her tits. The cold water had her nipples hard and pointy. Jane elbowed me and then pulled Carroll down beside her so as to avert my attention. She set close to Jane, and as her norm took center stage.
The sun was setting over the hills and with the wispy clouds we were soon bathed in an orange after glow. Carroll asked if I had anything to start a fire with. I told her that in the trunk I think there might be matches in the box, and that she could use the pizza box. As Carroll left us Jane slipped her arm around my waist and pulled herself closer. I was in heaven. We started kissing, like we had never done before; we had kissed, but just our lips brushing the others. Soon our tongues were probing the depths of the others mouth. Jane pulled herself closer and our bodies mashed into each other. I let my hand slip to the buttons on her vest; Jane didn’t resist as I undid the three buttons and slipped my hand inside. I was surprised, almost shocked, when I realized that Jane did not have on a bra, just the vest. Her flesh was warm and moist as I let my hand cup and squeeze her ample tits. I started tweaking her nipples and Jane not wanting to break our kiss mumbled softly into my mouth, “Easy, that coarse material has rubbed them raw.” We enjoyed the closeness until Carroll’s shouts that the fire was ready. “Fuck,” Jane let slip an obscenity, but quickly covered her mouth as if a retraction was in order. She removed my hand and then buttoned her vest, “Better go.” We spent the rest of the evening next to the fire laughing at Carroll’s outrageous antics.
Upon delivering Jane and Carroll home I managed to stutter out a very lame question, essentially “Want to go to the movies?”
Jane answered, “Yea that would be nice. See you tomorrow.” We kissed but only the touching of lips as she pulled away
I picked up Jane about 6:30 and we went to see the only choice there was in the one theater town. Jane was back to her old shy and conservative self. She wore grey slacks and a ruffled log sleeved blouse with buttons down the back. Her hair, always cut short and usually allowed to lie where it fell, was fixed; her bangs sweeping across her forehead framing her pretty face. She looked great.
Setting in the upper corner of the balcony seating I assumed I could continue where last night had ended, but was told to stop as my hand slid across Jane’s clothed breasts. We kissed some, but without the previous nights passion. The movie ended and I cannot even recall what played, I was so confused with Jane’s lack of emotion. I took her home, her parents were away for the weekend, and Jane asked me in. She asked if I wanted to watch TV and I agreed, but was puzzled as to why. Jane turned on the tube and handed me the remote. She said that she needed to go to the bathroom and left me to find something on the TV. I flipped through the channels and found and old black and white move with Carry Grant.
I was surprised when Jane returned she had changed her clothes; she had put on a royal blue pleated skirt and white pullover sleeveless top. “Do you want a snack and something to drink?”She asked as she passed through the den to the kitchen.
“Yes that would be great.
Jane returned to the den with a tray, bent slightly and set it on the low table in front of the sofa. A rare view, but Jane’s legs were beautiful; slim and yet muscular, pale and smooth, something I had noticed yesterday, but didn’t really register until just now. Her toes were painted the same shade of pink as the lipstick she had added. Jane stood up and turned to face me, I could make out her dark nipples through the thin material as she stretched to turn off the lamp on the end table. Jane pulled the knit throw from the back of the sofa as she kneeled onto the sofa with her legs curled under her; her skirt strategically smoothed into place leaving just her knees uncovered She spread the throw across us and settled back into the soft cushions of the sofa.
I was again confused by her actions; when she had sit down she had not sit next to me but had sit near the end of the sofa and not in the middle. And that throw thing was a total puzzle. I was a little uncomfortable as what to do; I reached for the tray and got a soda and some chips.
Jane asked, “Can you pass me the chips?”
I handed her the chips and she pulled a small bunch from the bag and handed it back to me. After several minutes of silently watching the movie Jane said, “Can I have a drink of your soda?”She had only brought one out of the kitchen. I gave her the can and she drank from the can and then leaned forward and placed it back on the tray. Jane then brushed the chip crumbs off the throw and raised the corner as she said, “It’s lonely under here do you want to join me?” I quickly shuffled closer as Jane let the throw cover my legs and lap.
Our shoulders touched as well as our hips, but I was unsure what to do with my arms, so I just let my hands fall to my lap and hunched my shoulder forward so as to give Jane’s shoulder all the room she needed. Jane giggled slightly as she reached for my hand. She pulled it into lap and placed it on top of her other hand. I let my shoulder relax and sink into the cushion next to hers. We sat this way for maybe twenty minutes and as the movie ended Carry Grant kissed the leading lady, I turned to Jane and we kissed. Not like last night’s parting kiss, but like the kisses on the dock at the lake, with passion; tongue’s probing, lips smashing lips, great kissing. My arms encircled Jane and we hugged as well as kissed.
We kissed nonstop for several minutes, I was afraid to let go in fear of Jane changing her mind. I liked kissing her and didn’t want it to end. Jane finally pushed me away and gasp for breath. I could see even in the dim light her pale skin was flushed and her pink lipstick was smeared onto her cheek and our saliva glistened on her lips. Jane breathed deeply several times and pulled me back for more.
Somewhere near our third or fourth break for air we hear the back door bang open and Carroll shouts, “I’m home”.
“Dam she has the keenest timing,” Jane whispers as she pulls slightly away and looks at the TV, a blank screen is all that is on. She quickly grabs the remote and switches channels. Carroll wanders into the den and says, “Oh, hi I didn’t know you were here. You know it’s about time you guys did something about each other, your all Jane talks about, since what’s his face dumped her.”
“Carroll!” Jane says her voice high pitched and scolding.
“Well it’s true, just the other night you were saying…”
“Shut up will you.” Jane pleads interrupting Carroll’s sentence.
Carroll’s short dress rides high up on her thighs as she plops down on the sofa next. She asks, “What’s on,” as she reaches across me for the bag of chips on the far end of the coffee table. As she drags the bag towards her she lets her hand slid across my lap and bumps my hard on.
She lets her hand linger for a few seconds; longer than an accidental bump.
“Jane you’d better do something for him before I have to jump his bones and relieve his ailments,” Carroll says.
“Shut up! Carroll,” Jane says again, her lips pursed and another level of agitation in her already strained voice.
Bouncing up from the sofa Carroll picks a movie from the VCR rack and puts it in the player, as she says let’s watch a movie.”
Jane shifts her legs from under her and props them on the coffee table and then slides her arm through mine and then settles back quietly. I can feel the tension in her stiff movements.
Carroll holding the VCR controls fast forwards through the previews and then starts the movie, Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Carroll then flops back onto the sofa, closer to me than before, her hand landing in my lap, and giggles as she slides it across my stiff cock and back into her own.
“Carroll, stop!” Jane admonishes.
I look at Carroll’s thighs her dress has slid up further than before. Her legs are slightly heavier than Jane’s, but just as attractive. Carroll shifts pulling one leg under her; her knee pressed into the side of my leg and then she slightly twists towards me as she props the other leg on the coffee table. I glance down again and can see her red panties; just visible under the hem of her dress. My breath quickens and I look back at the movie, but Jane has seen my looking and pinches me hard on the inside of my bicep. Our eyes meet and I just shrug and flex my arms as if to say what am I supposed to do? “Behave,” she whispers.
Carroll finally settling down starts to feel the cool of the AC and tugs at the edge of the throw, “Can I have some,” She whispers. Jane relinquishes some of the throw and allows Carroll to cover most of her legs and arms.
Several minutes pass before I feel any movement from either girl. Carroll lets her hand slip from her leg to touch mine mid thigh. Almost simultaneously Jane’s free hand slides over my stomach and up my chest as she shifts her posture, her head coming to rest on my shoulder. I lift both of my feet and prop them on the coffee table letting my legs separate slightly; giving room for my aching scrotum to move from its confines.
I notice that Carroll keeps leaning forward looking around me and at Jane. Jane is watching the movie and not paying any attention to Carroll. I look at Carroll and our eyes lock as I feel her hand slid onto my hard cock, trapped in my tight jeans. Carroll’s eye brow’s arch as she starts to rub against my fly. Only softly at first with just the tips of her fingers and then getting more aggressive she rubs the palm of her hand slowly up and down my shaft. After several minutes of this Carroll stops and pulls my arm free of Jane’s hand and under the cover of the throw slides it over her bare thighs and up under her dress. I’m allowed to feel the satin of her panties. They are damp with moisture. Carroll lifts my hand from her crotch and presses it tight to her tit; my hand closing around her firm globe I lightly squeeze and massage until I feel here nipple harden in the palm of my hand. She moves my hand to her other tit as I repeat the squeezing and massaging. Carroll leans very close to my ear and sighs heavily letting her hot breath flow. I shiver in response.
Jane realizing I have shivered asks, “Are you cold?” as she pushes the throw higher up on my shoulder and snuggles closer. I did not answer her rhetorical question, but thought no I’m hot, hot as hell. I could feel my face was flush and my underarms were damp with sweat.
Carroll finally can’t stand the constant pressure on her tits and pulls my hand away and slides it back under her dress and into her hot satin covered pussy. My fingers fumble with the elastic of one leg hole to gain access to her mound of hair, moist from perspiration and female juices. Carroll adjusts her position and allows me dip my fingers into her hole without me having to move. I can feel Carroll’s sticky juices coating my fingers. Carroll squeezes her thighs together trapping my hand in her now wet humid hole. After a few minutes of slow in and out movements Carroll again removes my hand and leads it to her lips and gently sucks the fingers clean.
Carroll after cleaning my fingers disengages herself from me and with one last grab at my hard on stands and says, “I’m going to bed.”
Jane mumbles, “Good night Carroll,” and turns to watch her leave the room. “I thought she’d never leave,” Jane says in a heavy whisper. Under the cover of the throw Jane allows her hand to slide from my chest to my rigid dick. “Umm, this feels like it might need some attention,” she coos. My hand instantly goes to Jane’s tits, cupping and squeezing them through the thin fabric of her top. Jane, her eyes closed tightly, gasps quickly and slowly lets her air flow out. I can feel her tremble slightly as I pinch her hard nipples.
With Jane’s hand rubbing on my cock and my hands busy on her tits, we were unaware of Carroll’s return to the den. I see her first. She is standing behind the sofa directly behind Jane. Her dress is bunched around her waist her panties at her knees; she has one hand on her bare tit and the other pushed into her cunt. I stiffen (pardon the pun) at the sight and Jane’s eyes pop open taking in the view of her sister. “Oh my god Carroll what are you doing?” she shouts.
“What you should be doing and if you don’t start soon I’m going to fuck him for you,” Carroll answers. Jane already on the move is up off the sofa and has Carroll by the hair and is pulling her out of the room. I hear Jane shout, almost scream, “He’s mine dam it don’t fuck it up.” I hear shrieks of laughter from Carroll, as she replies, “Well it’s about time.”
And then nothing, no sounds from the other parts of the house, just silence. I wonder what’s happened but I’m afraid to move. Several minutes pass and still nothing. After several more minutes I hear giggles and then louder giggles. Carroll and Jane emerge from the hallway and each return to the sofa. Jane kneels on the sofa and pulls me into a hug mashing her tits into my face, and Carroll sits on the edge of the sofa and starts pulling at my belt and unbuttoning my jeans.
My hands find Jane’s bare legs and I slide them upwards. Jane sighs a throaty, “Yes,” as my hands contact her bare ass and her hairy bush. Jane struggles with her top to free her tits; pulling one arm free of the sleeve hole. My mouth finds the rubbery nipple and I suck hard as Jane emits more throaty words.
Carroll has managed to remove my belt and open my fly and is tugging at the opening of my boxers. Her hand finally slips into their opening and grasps my cock. She squeezes it hard, almost painfully and pulls it free of the fabric enclosure. Her mouth is on it almost as quick as the light is.
I have managed to pull Jane’s skirt down to her knees and am pushing my fingers into her hole as her juices quickly lubricate her insides.
Carroll has dropped to her knees and is using her tongue on my dick; licking up one side and down the other and then swallowing the shaft until I hear gagging sounds. Her hands are busy pulling at my jeans and boxers. Soon she has them tugged down from around my waist and almost to my knees. Her mouth lets go of my dick only to swallow one of my balls and then the other one. Her hand, almost a blur, rapidly strokes my cock.
Jane moans, “Oh, god yes,” with every advance of my now three penetrating fingers and gasps for breath with each retreat. I push again and feel Jane hump back trying to impale my fingers deeper into her cunt as she repeats, “Oh, god yes.”
I feel the semen start to churn and boil in my nuts and am about to shout I’m cumming, but don’t want to let go of Jane’s sweet nipple. I explode into Carroll’s mouth and as she pulls off gagging the second and third globs strike her in the face. I manage to look at Carroll; she is momentarily stunned with the outcome of her manipulations and is holding her hands free of my cock, my cum dripping from her cheek onto her tits.
Jane continues to moan and has started to grunt in cadence with each of my fingers advances. I try to ease her down onto the sofa, but Jane’s body spasms and then become rigid as she reaches her peak. I feel hot white liquid ooze from her pussy coating my fingers, hand and forearm. I remove my fingers and hold her tight until she melts into a pile in my lap.
Carroll moves to take her spot, grabbing my slippery hand and guiding it to her burning hole.
As Jane’s climax subsides she stretches her legs out straight and slides to the floor with a resounding thump. She leans against my legs still propped on the coffee table. My legs are still pinned at the knees with the jeans and boxers restraining their movement. I can now see Jane and what a beautiful view. She is still in a state of satisfied bliss; her smile radiating from her flushed face. She’s trying to catch her breath; her tits heaving with each gasp.
Carroll has started to grunt just as Jane had earlier. I intensify my finger thrusts and soon Carroll is screaming, “I’m fucking cumming!”
Jane is amazed as she watches her little sister thrash about and then slump in exhaustion, “Was I that out of control?” she whispers just loud enough so that I can hear over Carroll’s diminishing cries.
I smile and nod a response.
Jane starts tugging on my jeans and finishes what Carroll had started; I’m finally able to spread my legs and remove them from the coffee table. As soon as I spread them Jane slips in-between my legs and garbs my semi-erect cock and starts pumping it; at first using one hand and then two. “This feels so funny,” she says giggling. “I’ve never held a guy’s cock in my hands.” Her eyes fixed on the spectacle, she continues, “It’s soft and spongy and at the same time it’s getting rigid.” I watch her as she lovingly kisses the hood. Her tongue slips between her pretty pink lips and licks the underside of my cock. She stops and runs her tongue around her pink lips examining the flavor; tasting the semen from Carroll’s previous sucking, deciding that the taste is not all that unlikeable; she swallows half of my dick, backing away gagging after she does. She is determined and tries again only with the same results. “Carroll how did you get this thing so far down your throat without choking?” she asks, vigorously shaking Carroll back into reality.
Carroll again drops to her knees and pushes Jane’s face away. “Like this,” she says, opening her mouth wide and slipping her mouth down over my cock. As Carroll felt the tip pass out of her mouth and into her throat she sucks in air and swallows at the same time. Carroll lets her lips close on my shaft applying pressure and then she slowly pulls her head off of my dick. “It takes practice,” she says, almost triumphantly.
“Where’d you have any practice?” Jane asks, mocking Carroll’s enthusiasm.
“I’ve been working on Richard’s dick for months.”
“Carroll you little slut, He’s married and almost 25 years old,” Jane scolded.
“Yea, I know, but Sue doesn’t like to give head and Richard pays me $10 for a quickie and more if I let him feel me up while I suck.”
“Wow, I love it you really are a little slut,” I say.
The girls start laughing realizing that I’m still in the room and not just a stiffie that Jane is stroking. Jane, between giggles sucks my cock into her mouth letting it touch the back of her mouth and then using her lips as Carroll showed her applies pressure.
Carroll says, “You’re a fast learner soon you’ll be a little cock sucking slut like me.”
This causes Jane to choke from laughter. After recovering Jane swallows more and more with each try. I can feel the tip of my dick entering the restricted confines of Jane’s throat. After several minutes of practicing her technique Jane lets my dick fall from her mouth. “Carroll do you any have any practice at this,” Jane straddles my legs facing me and lowers her pussy onto my cock.
“Carroll answers, “It’s going to be a little painful, so go slow.” But Jane was already pushing down hard and unable to slow.
I felt her hymen rip as Jane screamed with pain.
Carroll says, “Told you to go slow,” grimacing through her sister’s pain.
Jane held her ground for a few moments; tears streaming down her cheeks, and then slowly, ever so slowly her movements start anew.
After several slow strokes Jane could block the pain and start to feel the stimulation. Jane leans into me, her bare nipples brushing against the rough material of my western shirt. Jane pulls hard at the shirt and the snaps pop open exposing my chest. Enjoying the feel of the sparse hair and the moist skin touching her tits Jane increases the speed and intensity of each stroke.
Carroll now was on the floor, her head was shoved between mine and Jane’s legs and she was sucking on my nut sack.
I wasn’t going to last very long and I gave this indication to Jane, but she was too far gone and I had shout “Jane I’m going to cum. I took Carroll hearing what I was saying to realize the severity of the situation. Carroll pulled Jane off of my engorged cock just as it exploded shooting steam after stream of hot semen on Jane’s legs and dark bush.
Jane groaned with displeasure, but after the fact breathed a sigh of relief.
Carroll, being the little slut of experience pushed Jane into a setting position on the coffee table and really gave her a tongue lashing. I mean she was licking Jane’s legs and bush with such furry that all Jane could do was push on the back of Carroll’s head and continue into a electrifying orgasm.
I was awash with new sensations. I’d seen pictures of girl on girl, but never thought that I’d experience anything in reality as vivid as this scene. But here in the flesh were two girls, now women actually, embraced within their passion. My cock started a quick rise.
Carroll was the first to notice as she yelled, “It’s my turn,” and pushed me flat on the sofa and mounted me reverse cowgirl. Carroll immediately started pounding onto my boner. “Oh god, you’re much bigger than Richard,” she screamed as her climax neared.
After several minutes of Carroll riding me Jane pulled her off. I started to rise and Jane pulled me to the floor and then top of her as she laid flat on the carpet. I pumped for all that I was worth; concentrating on nothing but another ejaculation. After several minutes of raw pounding I realize that to achieve another I’d have to change Jane’s position to heighten the stimulation. I scooped up her legs and pushed them over her head, her knees were touching the floor on either side of her head. I started pounding again. Carroll joined in, she was behind me and started squeezing my nut sack and chanting, “Fuck her, fuck her harder.” I had pounded Jane through at least two of her trembling orgasms, her shrieks drowning out Carroll’s chant. Sweat was dripping from my body in rivulets. My cock started to swell and my nuts churned as semen started for the surface. I pulled out of Jane’s hot pussy, letting her legs flop. On my knees I scaled Jane’s body; straddling her heaving chest. I shot my hot load into Jane’s open mouth, onto her pretty face, into her hair and onto her tits. I’d never shot so much not even if I counted numerous jerk sessions.
Jane choked on the semen as she swallowed, but managed to get it down. She started scooping up more from her tits and licking her fingers clean. Carroll joined in as if it were an ice cream cone she started licking her sister’s tits. With a mouth full of cum Carroll would kiss Jane, pushing her tongue deep into Jane’s mouth. After cleaning up Jane’s body Carroll pushed me forward until Jane could suck the remains of the cum from my rapidly deflating cock.
The three of us spent the rest of the summer nearly inseparable. In a month and a half I was at college three states away, but Carroll; love her, kept me informed of our newly created little slut.
An excerpt from one of Carroll’s letters:
“Jane’s still trying to be first at something, it may never happen, but here is her weeks accomplishments, she fucked (we actually) Wally and Saul at the city park last Friday night. Jane was fucking so hard that after they left Jane looked like someone had turned the garden hose on her (rode hard and put up wet accurately describes the scene).
Jim and I followed her to the movies on Monday and saw her duck out the back with Larry. Later we found them parked on the hill overlooking town. Her feet were in the air and her shrieks could be heard over the blare of the stereo.
Wednesday Jane met Richard for the second time this week (you know there’s not much to say there I’ve already described Richard).
And last but not least on Thursday, just after lunch Jane and Bill Watson were seen out at the lake, on the far shore in the weeds. They really flattened the spot out and rubbers were everywhere, but they were all empty. I think that she drinks the cum after they are filled (Still not a first). And later after we had dinner with mom and dad at the house, she slipped out to meet Frank. You don’t know Frank, he’s new around town, been here only a week or so. He’s black as the ace of spades with a body of chiseled steel. His dick, well now, how to describe thee… ten inches long and nearly two inches thick, he can cum maybe five times a day and produces buckets of cum (Yum). She only thinks that she had him first.”
XXOO Love Carroll
You’re little cock sucking slut!!
P.S. I miss your cock!

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Failed Trip to the Video Store – 1st Time

The summer after I graduated high school was going to be pretty normal. I had a job, a couple of bucks in my pocket, and nothing major going on until a went to college a few months later. I had only turned 18 a couple of weeks before school let out, but my plans were already made to test out my new adulthood.
About 20 minutes out of the neighborhood I lived in was an adult video store. I had always been very into porn, but it was very hard to get at that time. This was ’96, and if you wanted any porn on a computer, you had to wait a good 10 minutes for 1 pic to download. Not being 18 until then, I couldn’t go and buy my own stuff, so I always ended up with cheap hand me downs that friends had grown tired of. All that was going to change though, I had a day off from work and was finally go and get something I wanted.
As I was making my way to the video store, I started to think this wasn’t a great idea. The area was kind of crappy, and I had build this trip up so much in my mind that I was making myself nervous about actually going in. I parked in the lot and waited for a few minutes, things seemed normal so I thought, “what the hell” and made my way in.
My eyes had never been so big. Wall to wall porn of the most wild and hot sex I had ever seen. A few guys looked over whenI was carded at the counter, then made my way to the shelves. I didn’t want to look weird, so I was acting like this was all no big deal to me. I casually made my way around, looking at the covers, while my heart was about to beat a hole in my chest. I saw plenty of good options, but I was discouraged at how much they cost. Everything was like $25 and up, which was alot to a kid just out of high school. Anything I could afford looked like the crappy quality I already had.
While intently studying a cover with some chick gagging on a huge cock, some guy came up to me and said, “that one is pretty hot, I have it at home, good choice.” I thought it was weird that a guy was talking to me in a porn store, but it being my 1st time, I figured it must be normal. I said, “yes it looks pretty good, wish it wasn’t so expensive.” We introduced ourselves and started talking, he seemed ok, so I told him it was my 1st time in a porn store and that I was really excited, but didn’t realize how much this stuff was going to cost. He said he had quite a collection and that if i wanted, I could go to his place and watch some, even borrow some if I wanted. That seemed like a great idea to me, so he had me follow him to his house, which was only like 5 minutes away.
His house was pretty cool, pool table, dart board…stuff like that. He got me a beer and we talked for a little bit. Finally he asked if I wanted to watch some porn, and went over to the couch while he set up the DVD. Five minutes in and I thought my cock was going to explode!! It was the hottest, most hardcore porn I had even seen and not being able to rub one out was driving me crazy. I dont know if he sensed how I was feeling or if he was just feeling the same thing, but he said, “hey its just us dudes here, you mind if I stroke off while I watch this?”
Now I was uncomfortable, but it was what I wanted too, so I said, “no problem, you mind if I handle up too?” He said go for it, so a little nervous, heart pumping, I starting to unzip and fish out my cock. Part the reason I didnt mind so much was that I thought I was going to show this old man up. He was in his mid 40s, about 6’2 and a little over weight, so I was pretty sure I was going to be pulling out a much nicer cock than his. I was 18 years old, 5’10 180lbs and in great shape, my cock was a solid 7 inches, straight and strong and a big cummer. I took a quick look over and could not help but gasp a little bit. His cock had to have been 9 or 10 inches and thick, also, he was the first guy I had ever seen that had his foreskin. I was on the football team and you see a lot of cocks in the locker room, but I had never seen one that wasn’t cut. Realizing I had looked for too long, I tried to turn away quickly but he had seen me.
“Ever seen one that wasn’t cut?” Busted, I thought to just play it cool, “No, I have never seen one uncut or that big, you could be in videos yourself.” He said, “Well its no different from any other cock, to jerk it though, I usually just slide the skin up and down it like this.”
I was mezmorized by the pumping motion he was making with his cock and for some reason, I wasnt feeling weird about this. After a few moments, he said, “you can touch it if you want, no big deal.” I was frozen. I wasnt gay, I had my share of girlfriends, I didnt know what this guy was talking about, but for some reason, I was still looking. “Go ahead if you want.” I reached a trembling hand half way over, he took his hand off his cock and guided my finger over the shaft and the skin and the tip, then he put my hand in his hand and wrapped it around his cock. My mind was racing, everything was a blurr, I was now pumping this guys cock with my hand. He reclined a little bit on the couch and said it felt good, he took his hand off and put his arm on the back of the couch. I guess it was instinct, but I kept stroking his cock and glacing back and forth from it to the porn.
Several moments passed like this, we didnt say anything, the only sound was from the porn. He finally spoke, “yeah she is really hot, look at her go.” I looked up, the girl was going to town on a cock she was sucking. Not knowing what I was saying or doing at this point I said, “she is awesome, that dude has a big cock too.” “Bigger than mine??” he smiled, maybe you should take a closer look.
He took his hand off the back of the couch and put it on the back of my head, he gave a little pressure and was now guiding my head down to his cock. Still in my daze, I let him, but stopped just short. His cock, that I was still pumping, was just inches from my face now. He said, “shes giving him some pretty hot action, why dont you give me some hot action like that too.” I opened my mouth to scream, but heard myself say, “ok” instead, I pulled the skin down and put the head of his cock in my mouth.
I had no idea what I was doing, I was just trying to do like I had seen girls do in videos and get this over with as quick as I could. He said, “that feels good, keep pumping me with your hand and just suck the top for a while.” I did as I was told. The taste was actually kind of nice, I was surprised how smooth and hot it felt in my mouth and I kind of started to feel turned on when I saw how good it was making him feel. I was relaxing a little now so I was trying to do it better and better. I started to pull his skin down hard, and his cock would instantly plump up in my mouth, to which he would give me a big, “mmmmm” and roll his eyes toward the ceiling. I was now on my knees on the couch next to him so that I could lean over and take it down even further. He was loving this and started to really push my head hard and fast. He started breathing really hard and catching his breath. He grabbed my hair and held my head in place, grabbed the base of his cock and said, “just hold it.”
He held my head in place while he furiously pump his cock. I braced myself for what was about to happen and finally he said, “oh shit!!” and started to pump his load in my mouth. I had never tasted cum before and was shocked at how hot it was, I tried to back away at first because I thought he was pissing in my mouth but he held me there. He was pumping load after load into my mouth, my eyes were shut tight and watering as I was getting close to gagging and running out of space to hold it all. All at once, he took his hand off the base of his cock and shot his last big load with one big thrust. His cock pushed deep into my throat and I gagged for breath. With him still holding me by the hair, I couldn’t pull off to breath so my gasp for air ended up just being a big swallow and I took down every hot, salty bit of cum.
He and I were both taking long, deep breaths now as we tried to collect ourselves. I laid back on my end of the couch, I noticed I had cum all over myself without even jerking my own cock. Guess I was into it. Not wanting to think of the total 180 my life had just taken, I made something up about having to get ready for work and hurried out of there. Soaking with sweat, feeling like I had just run 10 miles, I got in my car and drove with his smell and taste still all over me. I was so turned on!! I felt guilty, but I wanted to do it again. Going to the porn store worked out pretty weill, though I never actually bought any porn. Hey, I was 18 now, I could go back whenever I wanted 🙂

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Molly – Chapter Six

The names have all been changed, including mine, to protect the not so innocent. If you want to read more about my history, read the prologue. Chapters 1 and 2 deal with meeting Molly and how our relationship evolved. Read Chapters 3 and 4 for more about Sanrda.
Chapter Six
Not knowing what else to do to pass the time, walked over to my computer to check my emails. Seeing hundreds of new messages forced a groan from my lips. Quickly scanning the senders and subjects, it appeared most were from parents. Scrolling all the way down, I noticed one from Jim that was marked urgent. Hesitantly, I opened it and saw that he had sent out a notice to all parents explaining the event that had taken place between a male teacher and two senior female students. He expressed regret and promised an inquiry with the full board, but reiterated that the initial findings showed that the male teacher was not to blame. While he didn’t name me, the hundreds of emails made it clear that everyone knew who he meant. Fucking great.
I was filled with trepidation as I opened the first email. Surprisingly, it and the vast majority expressed shock and dismay yet promised to speak with their child and offered their support during “this trying time”. I thanked them for not jumping to conclusions and said all I wanted was to put it behind me. A few were from fathers who felt that I was to blame and had somehow set it all up. More than one threatened to kick my ass. Awesome. Now I will have to watch my back at school. I didn’t respond, as I doubt anything I could come up with would sound like a cover up. So I forwarded them to Jim and asked him for advice before I replied. I was a bit proud of myself for my restraint. Had I been a decade younger I would have arranged a place and time to settle the matter. I was a bit of a hot head in my 20s.
Halfway through the list, I was shocked when I opened an email to find several scantily-clad pictures of an attractive woman. My email address was registered to the school district and I knew they saved a copy of all correspondence and reserved the right to read every message. I sure hoped that the IT guys overlooked this one as I didn’t need any more scandal right now. Her message was brief:
“I found the photos of you on my daughter’s phone. I have had a crush on you for a while Mr. White, and hope that you don’t think me too forward by sending you photos showing what seeing your gorgeous cock you did to me.” A photo of a bare, swollen pussy that was slick with her excitement filled my screen. Her labia was swollen with desire and her clit had emerged from hiding to announce her arousal, The thick lips were distended as if something thick and hard had just been removed from their velvety embrace. It was a very pretty pussy. “I would love to get together and discuss your situation privately.”
She included her name, address and every possible way to contact her. I couldn’t think of a way to respond, so I simply closed the message. I had not expected a reaction like hers. Nor did I expect the erection that bumped the desk when I stood to grab a drink. True, I had stared at her photo for a while. At first, I was too stunned to do anything else. Then I was captivated by her brazenness and delicious looking pussy.
Geez, I had more sex in the past twenty-four hours than I had in the previous five years! My cock should be quite content and resting comfortably, but it seems that my time with Sandra had only made him crave more attention. I chuckled and wandered to the kitchen for a drink. He had lost some vigor by the time I returned and I resumed reading and responding to most of the emails.
There were several more emails from women who offered to meet for coffee or a quiet dinner, but none of the others included nude photos. I confess, my self-esteem soared thinking of all these women lusting after me. My active imagination began displaying scenario after scenario of me allowing them to seduce me into their beds and leaving them breathless from our vigorous, repeated fuck sessions.
My daydreams were interrupted by the buzzing of my phone. I flipped it over to see Sandra was calling. Confused, I answered, “Hello?”
She giggled into the phone, “Hey you. Miss me yet?”
I smiled, “Of course!” I breathed huskily, “If you were here I would show you just how much.”
“Oh shit Jarod! I just put on a pair of dry panties. If you keep talking like that I’m going to need a fresh pair before I can walk around Alyssa.” Peals of her laughter drifted through the phone, “She kept asking what the funny smell was in the living room and when Christie went to the bathroom she asked if I had been,” Her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, “fucking before they came over.”
Chuckling at the image of her blushing at Alyssa’s bold question, “Did you tell her that my cum was still dribbling out of your pussy?”
“JAROD! You are terrible. I told her no, that she was imagining things.” She paused, “I don’t think she bought it.”
“I don’t think she did either. You are a terrible liar.”
“Don’t I know it!” she whined bitterly. Sighing heavily, she continued brightly, “So when do I get to see you again?”
I took a deep breath to mull it over. I was getting hard thinking of all the things I would be doing to her had our day together not been interrupted. “Hmmm, I don’t know Sandra. It is far too risky to do anything at your parent’s house again. I’ll try to find a motel in the area that we can use.”
“A motel? I’m not that kind of girl Jarod. What if I came over to your place?” Her voice cracked as she asked, betraying her nervousness.
“I would normally say no. My house is my haven, my respite from the world. I have never had a lover here.” My cock was telling me to give her the address so that he could once again be buried inside her lovely, lithe body.
“Lover? Is that what we are?” Her voice was thick with emotion, but I had no idea which one. Damn it! Did I say the wrong thing?
“We’ve had sex three times Sandra and you slept with my dick in your hands, so yes I would say we are definitely lovers.”
She squealed so loudly into the phone I had to move it away from my head to prevent permanent ear damage. Seems that was the right answer. “If I was there I would be sucking that beautiful cock of yours!”
I laughed, “And I would let you!”
“Damn it Jarod, when can I come over? And where do you live? What should I wear? Do I need to bring anything?”
I chuckled at her eagerness and cut her off before more questions could spill out of her. “What if I cook dinner and you come over tonight?” I had a disturbing thought, “Do you trust the girls enough to leave them alone?”
“I would love that Jarod, but I agree leaving these two alone would be a BAD idea. Alyssa would probably talk Christie into hosting an orgy or something. Why does Alyssa’s brother have to be such a perv?”
I laughed, “He’s a guy. We are all pervs. You didn’t seem to mind my pervy nature last night. Oh, and what is up with calling me Jarod?”
“Well, I figure that since you put that magnificent cock of yours into me that I don’t have to call my LOVER by his last name.”
“When you put it that way, I am forced to agree.”
She giggled, “Why do I get the feeling that doesn’t happen very often?”
Laughing I replied, “You are far wiser than a nineteen year old ought to be. So you can’t come over tonight. What about tomorrow night?”
“Hmmm. I should be able to get Christie to stay with one of her friends. I’ll tell her I am having a guy over and that should get rid of her. So what time? What should I wear? Do I need to bring anything?”
“Sandra, relax. Come over around six and we can cook together; then spend the rest of the night relaxing together. You don’t need to bring anything, unless you want dessert. Well, maybe a change of clothes to wear home tomorrow. Wear whatever you like, but I will probably be in just a shirt and jeans. At least I will until you rip them off me and then I’ll just wander around naked.”
“Maybe I should come over at five so you can fuck me silly before dinner. It would be hot watching you cook me dinner wearing nothing but a smile.”
“Five sounds good. I am planning to pan-sear some fish, so I will be wearing at least an apron.”
Sandra laughed, “Oh that would be so cute! Please tell me you have one of those frilly aprons with a bunch of bows on it.”
I chuckled, “Heck no! I have a very manly apron. It’s camo. There is nothing manlier than camo.”
Once again, her laughter drifted through the phone. I do so enjoy making a woman laugh. “Oh, this I have to see!”
I gave her my address and then got busy straightening up once we hung up. I clean regularly, so it wasn’t too much work to have the house looking great. I may be a guy, but living like a slob bothers my OCD nature. A clean house allows me to relax completely. I checked the fridge to make sure I have everything I would need.
The sun was setting, so I slipped on some shorts and walked out onto the back deck to watch it. As I watched my thoughts turned back to the situation with Molly. I knew that I wanted her, but I wanted more than a tawdry, short-lived fling. For nearly four years she had captivated me, drawing me into her orbit. I feared drawing too close, lest I be burned by the contact. But at the same time I can’t deny how I ache to explore every inch of her body before sliding my cock into her until we both collapse from exertion.
I jumped a bit when the house phone rang. Very few people had the number, so I strolled over and lifted the cordless from its cradle without checking the caller ID.
“Hello?”
“Jarod? It’s Molly. I, um, oh gosh.” I was shocked to hear how nervous she was as she rambled. It was the first time I had ever heard her sound the least bit unsure. “This is more difficult than I thought. I, um, need you to know that what happened yesterday can’t happen again.”
I was very confused. We hadn’t done anything, “Sorry Moll, but you lost me. Did I pass out or something while you were here?”
“Don’t make this any harder on me.” I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was blushing deeply. “I nearly touched your, um, thing. I’m married for Christ’s sake!”
I fought the urge to laugh, but it was not an easy struggle. She was upset because she NEARLY touched my dick and yet had let some random guy fuck her last year. I will never understand the way women think. “Okay Molly. I promise to never let you almost touch my thing again.” I lost the battle and snickered a bit as I finished my sentence.
“I’m serious! Look, we can talk about this later I think Chris just pulled in. Promise me that we’ll behave in the future.”
The words were out of my mouth before I could process them, “Sure Moll. I’d do anything for you. You know that.” Shit! Why the fuck did I say that? I was supposed to be pissed and angry, not bowing to her every whim.
“Thanks Jarod. Got to go. I’ll try to organize a night out dancing this weekend. Bye!” So a night of grinding and humping each other on the dance floor is okay, but not stroking my thigh on my couch? That’s a great example of female “logic” for you.
I woke before sunrise and was out the door in a few minutes. I jogged the five miles since my legs were still sore from the intense workout in the gym. I barely made it to the road by the lake before the sun crested over the horizon. This was my favorite route in the morning, just for this view. I was tempted to stop and enjoy it, but doubted I would be able to convince my sore muscles back into the slow gait.
Once I was home, I stripped off the sodden clothes. It was unseasonably warm, and in Texas that means the low temperature barely dipped below seventy degrees. So I was dripping sweat despite the slow pace. I toweled off and grabbed a sports drink out of the fridge. It felt great as I gulped it down. I grabbed my Tiger Tail and started rolling it over my legs. They were less defined than normal due to not running a marathon in over a year. I had been having trouble with my right calf so had taken time off to let it rest. I still admired the way each muscle flexed and rippled beneath my skin as I changed positions during the self-massage.
I made a simple breakfast and tried to come up with ideas on how to stay busy until five pm. Somehow I managed to pass the time without going crazy. I did some yard work, getting the beds ready for planting. I shook my head when I saw my neighbors planting flowers. Texas weather is always unpredictable but we were due for at least one more cold snap before Spring set in for good. I was baking under the sun and not for the first time wished I had been able to install a pool in the backyard. Maybe next year, I told myself. Of course, I had been saying that for three years. But maybe with my new pay raise I could swing it.
When it got too hot, I grabbed a towel and headed to the park. I slipped off my shoes and laid down my towel before sprinting for the dock. The water was so cold, I felt as if it sucked the air out of my lungs through my skin. I swam for the surface and spent a few minutes gasping as my body adjusted to the drastic temperature change. I spent at least an hour splashing around and swimming.
It was two pm when I got home, so I made a light lunch and cleaned up the gardening tools before hopping in the shower. I spent extra time shaving my nether regions in anticipation of the night to come despite barely being able to feel any stubble. As I keep my hair short, grooming takes very little time. I slipped on my jeans and at the last second I pulled on a polo instead of a simple t-shirt.

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Toy Store Boy: Chaper Five: Inseparable

Chapter 5: Inseparable
My senior year started on a low note. The first time I saw Abby I tried to explain things to her. She wouldn’t listen to me at all. She said that no matter what excuse I used I had betrayed her trust. There was no way around that fact. Sadly I couldn’t disagree.
After her birthday Ash and Sara had become best friends, they hung out after school and Ash would often spend evenings and weekends at Sara’s house. Ash tried to have Sara talk to Abby for me, but it only seemed to piss Abby off more. Abby told me I needed to stop trying to turn her sister against her and fight my own battles.
By October she finally let me tell my side of the story. She thought it was bullshit and told me I had, had enough time to come up with something better then that. She said again it didn’t matter, what she couldn’t handle was the fact that I had my cock in another girls mouth. She said there was no circumstance were that was acceptable.
I had told her the real truth, well mostly the whole truth. I left out two parts, first the part where I knew it was someone else and just let it happen. The second part I left out was where I had attacked the girls pussy. I told Abby she had simply rubbed it against my face.
I told her my version of the story then explained that I didn’t know it wasn’t her until she accused me of cheating. I told her that I had thought it was her being kinky. She said that she wouldn’t have done that at a kids party when she had already promised to not be alone with me. That was the last time she talked to me until we were standing in a hospital on Christmas break.
Things having totally fallen apart with Abby, Ash and Sara had become my best friends. Sara, who had just started her freshman year at my highschool, rode shotgun with me everyday after school. We went to the junior high and picked up Ash and Shawna. The we would drive to Abby’s and drop off Sara and Shawna. Abby would often hide in the house when my car pulled up.
Ash and I had the house to ourselves for about two hours every night after school. I would help her with her homework and we sometimes cooked dinner together for our family. It was a fun innocent time. Despite the flirting Ash still had held back from me in some ways. But after her birthday I started talking to her like a grown up not a little kid. This made all the difference. She really opened up to me now. I found that she was really smart, but it was like she didn’t want anyone to know, so she hid her intelligence under a layer of fake innocence. I wondered just how fake her innocence went, I again wondered if she had been my mystery girl.
Without a girlfriend to help me out anymore I had developed a routine where we would come home after school and I would help get Ash started on her homework and I would retire to my room for a while. I would spend about twenty minutes to a half an hour taking care of myself then come back to check on her. Once she had her homework done we would go sit in the livingroom and find something on to watch until my Lilly got home.
By November Ashley’s affections had moved on to her sitting with me on the couch with her head on my shoulder. I was really glad that I had, had that talk with Libby because this could have looked bad under different intentions. If not for that talk I just simply would’ve been uncomfortable with this in general. Knowing it was no big deal I found I enjoyed the closeness of the bond we were building.
I found instead of finding her bratty like I thought she would be when they brought her home, she was really fun to hang around with. She really helped me fill the void that Katie had left in me. She was easy to talk to and I really enjoyed her company. I really didn’t mind her flirting anymore either. I found it fun to actually be adored by some one. I missed having a girlfriend. For the first time ever felt like a real brother to someone.
We started going everywhere together. I would often take Ash and Sara to the mall or the movies. I got both girls into reading books for fun and not just for school. This started us three spending time at book stores and library’s. Sara had told Ash she believed me about Abby and that’s why she didn’t mind spending time around me. She said I was the nicest boy she had ever met. I was touched a little by that sentiment. It was a fun time for the three of us.
I asked Sara one day why her mom let her hang around us so much with out supervision? As rumor had it she was still clamping down on letting Abby out of the house. Sara actually laughed a little. She said her mom didn’t mind her hanging around me as long as Ash was with us. Plus she wasn’t really worried about her sneaking off to meet boys right now because she was already pregnant. I laughed at that, I guess it made sense I just felt bad that Sara’s pregnancy was affecting Abby’s life.
By Christmas vacation I as ready for a break from school. Word had gone around that I had cheated on my girlfriend right behind her back. I stopped even trying to deny it anymore, it was pointless when now one believed me anyway. The fact of the matter was that I had eaten out another girl. I couldn’t rationalize that to myself anymore, yes I was tied up but I had attacked that pussy when she put it in my face.
My reputation was destroyed. No girl wanted to go out with me, not that I had one in mind. I still loved Katie in my heart of hearts but I also still had feelings for Abby. I still had that moment in the library locked into my mind. The moment when we laid our foreheads together and looked each other in the eyes. Some moments are there for life.
Since I was a social leper I had tried unsusessfully to find a date for Homecoming and ended up not going. I had some girl-friends but they were mostly the girlfriends of by buddies. I was disappointed it was my senior year and I was missing out because of a fucked up situation. Instead of Homecoming I ended up taking Ash and Sara to the movies that night just to get out of the house. Ash surprised me by holding my hand all through the movie. I thought it was cute that she trusted me enough to be that comfortable with me.
The week after Thanksgiving dad and Lilly pulled us into the kitchen for a family meeting. I was fearful, I had no idea what we had one wrong as we never had family meetings.
We found out that my parents were going trust us to stay home by ourselves for a few days the first week of Christmas vacation. My Dad had an interview for promotion within the company. To get the promotion he had to go out of state to a corporate function for training. He was taking Lilly with him and they were going to trust us alone in the house from Monday to Friday. I thought it would be awesome and I was looking forward to it. I just wished I had a girlfriend to make use of no parents.
My main focus however was trying to find a date to the winter formal. I didn’t want to miss this dance as I had Homecoming. My friends were all going but they all had dates . As much as I wanted to go I also didn’t want to show up without a date. I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend or someone to fall in love with, all I needed was a nice girl willing to accompany me and dance for one night. Was that really to much to ask for?
We were sitting around the dinner table a few days prior to the dance when Ash quietly stated that if I wanted she could be my date for the winter formal. I was trying to find the right words to tell her no, without hurting her feelings. It would be more embarrassing to show up with a 13 year old, then no date. As I began to speak up Lilly jumped in.
“That would be so cute Ash!” she cried, “We could go get you a pretty dress tomorrow.” The look on both Lilly’s and Ash’s faces was so priceless that I couldn’t say no.
“What do you say Joey?” asked Dad, “It’s your dance, it’s your choice.”
“I don’t know,” I said really slowly. I could see the sparkle start to leave Ash’s eye. That broke me, “Yes you can be my date to the dance aunty Ashley.” Lilly smiled and Ashley squealed and ran to me hugging me tight.
“Alright, get off me,” I said jokingly. Ash kissed me on the cheek and sat back down at the table.
That night I went to bed feeling like I was the good big brother again. I lay there not really thinking of anything when I suddenly got a major erection. It had been a while since I had gotten a massive erection spontaneously. I figured since it was saying hello I would just go with it. I reached down and started stroking myself as someone knocked at my door.
I felt 12 years old again as I pulled my hand back and said come in. I sat up as the door opened, hoping that the blanket over me would cover it. It was Lilly who came in. I couldn’t remember the last time she had come to see me at night.
“What’s up Lilly?”
“Nothing,” she said looking down at me with a knowing look, “I just wanted to make sure before I bought her the dress that it’s really ok. You weren’t just being nice out of pressure at the time?”
“No, it’s really ok,” I smiled at her, “I wont take that away from her now.”
“I think you’re the sweetest boy in the world. You made her whole month, you know that?” She looked almost smitten.
“Well she is a sweet kid.”
“Yeah, but I know some kids will make fun of you. But what your doing is really good for her. Since our parents died you’ve been really good with her.”
“I’m just doing what you asked me to.”
“What?”
“You told me to be nice to her. I found it’s not that hard.”
“I almost forgot about that talk.” She kissed me on the forehead and started out of the room. When she kissed me I had gotten even harder. I found that odd, my Lilly was attractive in the same way Katie was but I had never thought about her like that before. Maybe it was the fact that I was hard when she walked in my room.
The next day Lilly took Ash out to find a dress for the winter formal. They spent 3 hours at the mall looking for just the perfect dress. When they came home that night they giggled with each other and I was told I wasn’t allowed to see her dress until the dance.
Lilly told me that to Ash this dance was a really big deal. She had never gone to a school dance before, or been on a date. I told Lilly this wasn’t a real date. She agreed but said to Ash it still felt the same and I was to treat her the same as any other girl I took out to a high school dance. I agreed, thinking except the part were we rent a motel room and lose our virginity’s like some of my friends were planing.
At school the day of the formal I told my friends about who I was bringing. The guys laughed and made a couple jokes, they really didn’t mean any harm it was all in fun. The couple of girls thought it was the sweetest thing. They said they couldn’t wait to see Ash all dolled up in her dress.
By dinner that night I was dreading my decision, I was really starting to want to skip the whole thing. But it was to late to back out. I kept having images of people pointing and laughing. I was more worried if people laughed and made jokes, Ash would take them wrong and end up in tears.
The other thing making me dread this event was I realized that Abby might be there with someone else. I hadn’t heard any rumors of her dating anyone but I didn’t want to find out. I didn’t know how I would react to seeing her with another man.
When it was time I put on my suit I got ready and waited in the livingroom for Ash. I hadn’t seen her dress yet, so when she stepped into the room with her hair done up, wearing the most gorgeous dress I was blown away. She looked five years older.
Lilly seemed almost as excited as Ash. She made us stand in the livingroom so she could take a dozen photo’s. Ash blushed posing with me for the pictures when I put my arms around her. I just kept thinking these were going to be blackmail photo’s someday.
I drove us to the dance my heart racing in nervousness. As soon as we arrived I took her hand in mine and walked into the auditorium. To my relief no one gave us much of a look. That made my fears melt away almost completely.
As it turned out Abby was there but she had brought her sister. Sara ran up to Ash and I explaining Abby had come with her because Abby had turned down all the guys that asked her. Sara said that Abby had told her that the reason she turned them all down was so she wouldn’t have to pick one. Sara felt that the real reason was because she wasn’t over me yet. I really didn’t know how to feel about that.
Sara hung out with us for a while but ended up having to sit down. She was now almost six months along and her energy was warring down. I said I was surprised their mom let them out after what was going on. Sara said that she had dropped them off and with her as Abby’s date it was fine. But her mom was going to pick them up as soon as the dance was over.
I took Ash out onto the dance floor and tried to give her the night of her life like I had promised Lilly. We danced every time Sara had to sit down. Ash wanted to be with her friend when she was up and walking. They danced together a few times. I went to Ash a few times and told her she needed to let Sara rest. I could see something was wrong with her. Sara claimed she was fine but I was beginning to worry. I walked toward Abby to say something about it, yet before I could get to her she turned and walked away from me. Abby spent the bulk of her time leaning against the wall glaring at us. I think that she was a little mad about the fact Sara was spending all her time with us.
We were having such a good time that it never occurred to me that the whole thing could turn in an instant. When we first got there that night and the slow dances came on Ash was a little shy and would dance with me with a gap between us. By the end of the evening we were dancing like a couple. She had her arms around my neck and I had pulled her close with my arms around her back.
It was really nice dancing with her, it felt comfortable. I liked the feel of her cheek on mine and the smell of her hair. I fell in love with her in that moment. She may have been 13 but she was one of the most wonderful girls I had ever known. This too was a different kind of love then I had felt before. My heart always belonged to Katie, but now it shared space with Ashley.
It was in that wonderful moment slow dancing with her that things went south. I heard the DJ announce that there were only 4 songs left before the end of the night, he said grab that someone special and make the last songs count. I was already holding Ash tight as that dumb ass song started to play. I instantly went hard pushing against her stomach. Her eyes grew wide when she realized what it was. She had no idea it was the song and not her that had done it to me. She had a large smile on her face and I realized that this was probably the first time she thought she had made a guy go hard for her. I remembered how big of a deal that had been for Katie. I had done the wrong thing on that day. I didn’t know how to handle this today. She snuggled her head against my shoulder.
I broke our hold and walked quickly toward the back door. I went outside, it was warm for December, or I was warm. Walked to the far side of campus to be alone for a minute. I sat down on the stairs leading to the arts building and tried to wish myself down. I hadn’t wished myself down like this in a long time, but I wasn’t going to whip it out on the stairs that night. A couple minutes later I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and it was Ash. She sat down by me and snugged her head up to my shoulder.
“Why did you run away from me, Joe?” She asked softly.
“I………. it’s hard to explain………..” I started.
“Is it because you got a boner?”
“A little bit.”
“It’s ok. I………. felt special,” she said the last two words so quietly that I almost didn’t hear them.
“I don’t know what to say Ash. I shouldn’t be getting hard for you.” I didn’t want to tell her it was the song. She felt special and beautiful I couldn’t take that from her. I knew with the death of her parents and her budding sexuality she was very fragile emotionally. What I did now made all the difference. I know Lilly had told me to go along with things that made her feel nice and beautiful, but I knew she hadn’t meant I should go with it when were talking erections.
I was thinking on things when Ash moved her head from my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek. This broke me out of my chain of thought, without thinking I turned my head to look at her. The second kiss wasn’t as innocent as the first. She kissed my lips and opened her mouth. It had been months since I had kissed some one. Sitting there with a major erection I wasn’t thinking straight. I opened my mouth and trust my tongue forward. She squealed in both surprise and delight and trust hers into my mouth.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into her hard. I couldn’t stop. Her lips were so soft. I couldn’t stop. I had never kissed a girl that young. We sunk into our kissing and the world around us melted away. I really couldn’t stop. I was so into her kiss I hadn’t felt her hand move to my zipper. We kissed for what had to be an entire lifetime before we broke apart.
When she pulled away from me I tilted my head back and breathed in the night air. I was coming back to my senses and I realized only then Ash had pulled me out of my pants and was stroking me.
“What are you doing?” I asked snapping back to reality.
“I’m sorry. I’ve never seen one for real. I just wanted to………” she said tentatively but never let go of my cock. As she stroked me I knew it hadn’t been Ash, who had been my mystery girl. I could tell by the feel of her hand. Ash felt good but inexperienced. She was soft with a touch of hesitance in her motions.
I was losing my train of thought as Ash worked me over. It was Katie all over again. I should have told her to stop but at that moment I couldn’t get anymore words out. Her hand felt so good and it had been months since the mystery girl. I tilted my head back again getting into the feeling. Ash took this as a hint to continue and she started stroking harder. I moaned and she leaned in and kissed me again.
“ I’m so……….. so close……….”I managed. Ash pulled away from our kiss and I felt her mouth on my cock. I really needed to tell her to stop but I couldn’t stop. I needed her to finish then I would tell her how wrong this was. I came in her mouth the moment her tongue touched the tip of my dick. She took it all in until I was done. She pulled off me and spit down the stairs.
“Thank you,” I said panting. I kissed her again showing her as much love as I could ever put into a kiss. I opened my eyes and pulled back leaning my forehead against hers like I had with Abby months ago. I looked into her eyes and I could see the deep blue sparkle shining brighter then I had ever seen it before. I wasn’t just lost in her eyes, I swam in a sea of blue. There was no past only future with her and it started in her eyes.
“That was amazing,” I said to her.
“I did good?” she asked shyly.
“You did very good.” I kissed her lightly.
“I can’t believe I made you that excited.” I could see the need for reinforcement in her expression.
“In that dress with your hair up like that, you were truly the prettiest girl here.” She smiled so bright she was glowing in the dark.
“I love you, Joe.” My heart sank. I loved her very much but I knew my love for her wasn’t like her love for me. I knew she meant she loved me like I love Katie. I didn’t say anything for a long time.
“Ash……. I love you……….very much…….” I stuttered slowly.
“But your in love with some one else.” She finished for me looking down.
“I’m sorry baby girl.” I put my arm around her.
“It’s ok, I already knew that. I know you still love Abby.” Well that was partly true. I did have feelings for Abby too.
“Don’t be sad.” I kissed her again.
“I’m not sad,” she smiled at me and the glow was back in her again, “This has been the most amazing night of my life. Thank you for being honest with me. Some boys wouldn’t have been, right?”
“No they wouldn’t. They would lie and say they were in love with you, to get what they wanted.”
“Thank you,” she smiled bigger.
“I do love you Ash. Your so very special. I can’t imagine living ever again without you.” The words came out with out me thinking. I didn’t know were that statement had come from but I knew I meant every word.
“Thank you,” she said quietly tears in her eyes, smile never leaving her lips.
We drove home that night without another word. She held my free hand to her chest with both of hers, the whole ride home. I walked her up to the door and stopped her before we went inside. I leaned in and gave her one deep kiss. She looked up at me, blue eyes shining. She was glowing so strong in my eyes she lit up the whole street.
The next day started Christmas vacation. Lilly asked all kinds of questions about our night and Ash couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Lilly pulled me aside and thanked me for giving her the biggest smile she had seen on Ash in months. I just shrugged. I knew Lilly would adamantly disapprove of how I had given her that smile.
Monday afternoon I drove the parents to the airport. At the air port dad made sure to double check with me that I had all the phone numbers and info in case of an emergency. He told me he was putting a lot of trust in me and I better not let him down. I told him things would be fine and wished them fun on their trip.
Ash held my hand the whole ride home, we never spoke of what had happened the other night. It seemed like a far off dream. It had happened and brought us closer but we didn’t need to discuss it.
I made a light dinner for us that night. Ash was unusually quiet that night and I didn’t pry as to what was wrong. Instead I tried to make it a fun evening. We played card games and watched a movie. I let her stay up late and eat junk food like any good big brother would.
I went to bed that night thinking about the end of the formal. Remembering the end of the night had me stroking myself hard. The thought of Ash’s lips on my dick made me cum so with a vengeance. I cleaned myself up with an old shirt I kept next to the bed for such times. I was exhausted this orgasm had taken most of my energy out of me. It was after midnight when I heard a soft knock on the door. Only wearing my boxers I pulled the blanked up to my waist.
“What’s up baby girl?” I called to her.
Ashley came into my room. She was wearing a t-shirt and panties. She looked so good and I instantly got hard looking at those young legs. I was happy I had pulled the blanket up.
“I’m scared being alone in my room.” She said more timidly then I had ever heard her talk before.
“Why are you scared tonight? You sleep alone every night.”
“Yeah, but my sister and your dad are always home,” she said quietly. I understood what was in her tone, the last time she was in a situation where the parents left for a few days they never came back.
“Come here sweetheart,” I said to her and lifted up the covers. She looked at me and her eyes went big.
“Sorry,” I told her.
“No it’s ok,” she giggled as she climbed in bed with me. She laid down with her back to me and pushed herself up as tight as she could. I put my arm around her, wishing dick would go soft.
“That’s poking me in the back,” she said and began giggling hard.
“I can’t help it. Unless I roll over.”
“NO! Please keep your arm around me.”
“Ok then you’ll just have to live with me poking you.” She reached behind her grabbed me and shifted me into another position.
“There, that’s better,” she giggled uncontrollably now.
“For you maybe but now it will never go down.” I said it without thinking, I really didn’t mean it. She reached back and slipped her hand inside my boxers and began to stroke me.
“Does this help?” she asked still giggling. I moaned in response. I should have told her to stop again, but her little hand felt so good. It wasn’t like we hadn’t done this before so what was the big deal? I was justifying it to myself but I really wanted this. What we were doing seemed so naughty that I didn’t last long.
“I’m gonna……………… cum…………” I called out after a couple minutes. She spun around and pulled the waistband to my boxers down and took me into her mouth just as I started cuming. She took it all and sat straight up. She spun her head around looking almost panicky.
“Trash can…………” I managed and pointed by the bed. She moved in a flash and spit two or three times into the trash.
“I didn’t want a mess.”
“It’s fine. I love it when you do that.”
“Really?” she smiled.
“Yes now come here.” I kissed her deeply and laid her down next to me again. She rolled over with her back to me again. I put my arm around her holding her tight.
“Now that’s better, I can sleep now.” she giggled hysterically at this.
“You think your cute?” I asked.
“I know you think I’m cute.”
“I think your, a brat,” I said with a smile. She rolled over and started kissing me again. It started getting heavy and I could feel her heart beating against mine. I loved the feel of her chest on mine. She hadn’t developed a whole lot yet but it felt nice.
She pulled away from me and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She pulled it off only wearing a sport bra and panties. I wanted so badly to see her naked but I stopped her as she pulled on her bra.
“Why…..”she asked timidly thinking I was rejecting her. It took all of my will power to put things to a stop. I wanted so badly to take her virginity in that moment. I would give her mine and take hers. Two things stopped me. First I still held on to the hope that I would make love the first time to Katie. I loved Ash very much but I knew I wasn’t in love with her. It was more like a cross between a big brother and a star crossed lover.
The second reason I stopped is the reason I gave her. I told her we had taken things too far already. I said that I should have stopped her the other night when she began stroking me. She was like my little sister and I loved her to much to hurt her.
“How would you hurt me?” she asked softly.
“I truly believe that the first time you make love it should be with some one who is in love with you. Not just someone who loves you like a brother.”
“Playing around wont hurt me.” she said almost like it was a question.
“I’m not rejecting you Ash, I’m telling you, I find you so adorable and so wonderful, if we do more then what we have, I wont be able to control myself.”
“I understand,” she didn’t put her shirt back on but she laid down with her back to me again. This time I somehow managed not to be overly excited as I put my arm around her almost naked body and held her to me. I could feel her skin on my bare chest and feel her breathing. It didn’t take long before I drifted off to sleep.
Tuesday happened without incident. Ash and I got up and took our showers, meeting in the kitchen for breakfast. She wanted to cook something special for me. I told her not to make a big deal but he wouldn’t listen. She cooked eggs, pancakes and sausage. Breakfast was fun as we ate and joked.
We spent the better part of the day sitting on the couch watching movies. I let her pick the movies which made her happy. She put the first one in and snuggled up next to me. After the first movie we went to the kitchen and made sandwiches. Ash put in a second movie and we ate our sandwiches in the livingroom. After she ate she leaned against me and snuggled some more.
I woke up sometime later having fallen asleep during the chick flick Ash was watching. She lay with my head on my shoulder, she had slipped her hand up my shirt and was rubbing my chest in her sleep.
I let her sleep and turned off the VCR. I flipped channels for a while but couldn’t find something to watch. Ash finally woke from her nap around dinner time. We ate light, just having salads. After dinner she put in another movie and curled up with me.
After two movies we decided it was time for bed. We went to our separate rooms, I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed. I was thinking about Ash again. She was such a little angel and I felt really bad that I had screwed around with her. As guilty as I felt the thought of it still made me horny. I reached down and started stroking myself thinking of her. When I was close to cuming I grabbed the old shirt off the floor and shot a major blast into it. I was just dropping the shirt back to the floor when Ash knocked on my door.
“Come in, sweety.” Ash walked in only wearing a sport bra and a small pair of panties. My breath caught in my throat. For 13 she was so damn sexy.
“Can I………” she started and I lifted the covers up so she could climb into my bed.
“Thank you!” she squealed and jumped in bed. I managed to maintain myself as she wiggled right up to me as she had the night before. I put my arm around her and we fell to sleep.
Wednesday is when things completely changed between us. I realize that it was only a matter of time before this would’ve happened but, I still didn’t see it coming at the time.
We got up and showered and met for breakfast in the kitchen again. We had cereal and sat down in the livingroom for another day of movies and cuddling. We had just settled into another chick flick when the phone rang.
“I’ll get it,” Ash said jumping up and running to the phone. I couldn’t hear her conversation but a couple minutes later I could hear her crying. I walked up behind her and put my hand on her shoulder.
“Ash?” I questioned. She turned her head and gave me a questionable look, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Ok, I’ll talk to Joey. I’m sure we be there.” She hung up the phone and sat down on the floor.
“Ash, what?” She couldn’t stop crying. It took her ten minutes to finally say a few words.
“It’s Sara………..” She said that it was Abby on the phone. She explained that Sara was in the hospital. That was all she managed to say. It was enough I grabbed my keys and shoes. Ash met me at the door with our jackets and we ran to the car.
We got there and I put my arm around Abby. I was really surprised that she let me do it. I asked her what happened, she took my hand and led me down the hall. The trouble had started the night of the winter formal.
“Sara disappeared for a while and I went to look for her. When I found her she was on the ground near the arts building.” I swallowed hard. If Sara had been out at the arts building, that meant she could’ve seen Ash and I.
“When I found her she was holding her stomach and crying,” Abby continued, “She wouldn’t tell me what had happened to make her start crying. All she would say is that she saw something. She said she had been running away when she had fallen over.” I felt really bad now. She had seen us. I didn’t realize Sara had felt so strongly as to be in tears over me and Ash.
“Sara had landed on her stomach and skinned her knee. When I picked her up she said that she hurt really bad where she had landed on her stomach.” Abby’s tears came heavier.
“I figured it was from the fall and she would be ok tomorrow. I took her home and put her to bed. The next morning I went to check on her but she wouldn’t wake up. I went to get mom and dad they couldn’t get her up either.” Abby was fully sobbing now. I hugged her.
“Don’t!” she said pulling away from me, “We came here Saturday afternoon and we haven’t gone home.”
“How come you didn’t call sooner? You know the girls are best friends.”
“We thought we wouldn’t call until things got better. But this morning they told us that there was nothing left for them to do. She not going to make it.”
“What did they say happened?” I asked tearing up now too. Sara was a cool kid. I didn’t want to lose her.
“I don’t have all the technical details. The doctors talked to mom and dad. All they really told us was it was some kind of complication with the pregnancy. They did some kind of emergency surgery on Saturday. I guess it she didn’t pull through like they hoped. All that matters is that my little sister is going to…… to………”
“You don’t have to say the word,” I grabbed her and held her to me. I wouldn’t let her push me away again. Luckily she didn’t try again. We held each other and she cried into my shoulder. Ash came out of the room and I put my arm around her too. Ash cried on my other shoulder. I found out later as Abby was telling me what had happened Sara’s mom had sat Ash down and explained things to her.
We stayed at the hospital all day Wednesday through early Thursday morning. I tried to get Ash to leave for just a little while to get some air and eat something. She wouldn’t budge, she said that no matter what she was going to be there for her best friend until the end. I admired her loyalty and heart. If I hadn’t already loved her I would have fallen then. It only made me love her more to see her love for her friend.
I left the room after midnight going outside. I needed air myself and I thought I would give the family a little space. There were a number of family members there with Sara. Abby walked outside an hour later and spotted me. It looked like she was trying to decide what to do before she finally walked over to me. She pulled my arm around her and laid her head on my shoulder.
“This doesn’t mean anything’s changed,” She told me, “I just really need to be held.”
“It’s fine. I don’t want to talk about us anymore,” I told her honestly, “I just want to be here for you and Sara right now.”
“Thank you,” she said quietly as if it almost bothered her to say those two words to me, “As much as I hate you, Sara really adored you. As much as I don’t want to admit it, you were always good to her.”
“Can we have a truce on the anger?” I asked, “I told you I’m done with the “Us” stuff. Can we try to just be nice to each other?”
“Your right. It’s been long enough,” She started crying, “Sara loved you the least I can do is be nice to you for her.”
We didn’t speak anymore we just sat on the bench holding each other.
Sara never woke up, Ash sat holding her hand until the end. I was completely lost in guilt. I was to young at the time to understand all the medical reasons for what happened, but it was explained that this would have happened whether she fell or not. I remember thinking something was wrong with her at the dance. I had tried to tell Abby about it.
I hated that her last moments had been seeing Ash and me together. I didn’t know Sara liked me or Ash for that matter in a way that would upset her. I still felt like it as all my fault.
Sara passed away Thursday morning. Abby had just returned to the room and I sat on a bench outside the door. The girls held each other and cried. I left them there and walked down stairs to the hospital church. I’m not at all what you would call religious but I walked into the church that morning and had a long talk with god. I asked him how he could do this to such a little angel. I didn’t get an answer.
I took Ash out to breakfast before going home Thursday. We sat quietly eating pancakes. She cried the whole time, tears running down her angelic face. It broke my heart that their was nothing I could do to make the pain stop for her. Ash fell asleep on the ride home. I picked her up like a small child and carried her into the house laying her down on her bed. I kissed her forehead and closed her door. I went and laid down on the couch drifting off to sleep myself.
I awoke in the evening, Ash was lying on top of me. At some point she had joined me on the couch pulling a blanket over us. I was just happy to look at her sweet face with out tears filling her eyes. I gazed at her for a while until her eye opened. She looked at me and gave me a half smile. I leaned over and kissed her gently to show her things were going to be ok.
We got up and I started to make dinner. I warmed a bunch of left overs that needed to be eaten before they went bad. We ate with out saying much. I didn’t know how to feel right now. I felt bad for Ash, losing someone else she really cared about. I felt guilty for what we did to Sara. I never told Ash that Sara had seen us that night. I didn’t want her to have the same guilt over it that I did. I felt bad for everything that had gone on this year for Ash it seemed like one tragedy after another. After dinner we went back to the living room and cuddled on the couch watching tv.
We decided to go to bed early tonight. I stripped down to my boxers as I did every day. I was tired more emotionally then physically. I lay there waiting for the knock on the door that finally came an hour later.
“Come in.” I called to her. I held up the covers before she even entered the room. She slipped in and wiggled up to me. I slipped my arm around her. Tears welled up in her eyes again.
“Please don’t cry,” I whispered to her.
“I can’t stop. She was barley older then me.” I pulled her tighter.
“I keep thinking if it were me, there are so many things I would never have done yet. Things I would be missing out on.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Love, and making love,” She rolled over facing me, “I don’t want to die without ever making love.” She kissed me.
I pulled out of this kiss. I pressed my forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. I knew this moment was really big for her and how I handled it could hurt her. I knew enough about girls to know when they got curious about sex, they could potentially do something that could get them physically hurt as emotionally. Just like Sara had. Here she was in my bed asking me to make love to her. As I said earlier I should have seen this coming long before now. I made the decision right there looking into those eyes. I knew I couldn’t say no to her but I had to.
“Ash I love you. Very, very much,” I kissed her softly, “I’m still technically a virgin too.”
“Really?” she asked genuinely surprised, “You never told me that in all the times we talked about sex stuff. I thought you and Abby…….I thought that’s why she got so mad when she thought you cheated on her.”
“No. That’s not why she was so mad. To prove to her mom that we weren’t having sex, she let the doctor examine her in an extremely personal way. She only did it to because she loved me and didn’t want her mom to stop us from seeing each other. She put a lot of trust in me, to her I betrayed that trust.”
“I get it,” she blushed, “I accidently broke mine already. But I don’t want to talk about it.”
“It’s ok,” I told her. I knew that happened with a lot of girls.
“I was just thinking that if were both virgins…………..we……… could………..help……..each other………. not be………” She said pausing between words.
“Ash, I can’t.” I could see the tears form in her eyes. She rolled around not facing me anymore
“I’m sorry I just thought you………… would for me. Because you love me and ……” Her tears were rolling down her cheeks again, “I know your not in love with me but I don’t think I will ever meet someone who treats me with as much love as you give me………. and I love you so much.” My heart was breaking as she cried. This poor girl had been through so much this year. Her parents, her old life, and her new best friend all gone.
“Ash, I don’t feel right about taking your virginity. I will promise you two things right now.” She turned her head and looked at me.
“I want you to wait until you’re a little older. If you still feel for me like you do right now in 3 years, I’ll show you how much I love you.”
“Three years!” She exclaimed, “That’s so long to wait.”
“Let me finish,” I told her, “On your 16th birthday if you still feel like you do now I will make love to you. I want you to really make sure this is what you want. This has been a hard year for both of us. I’ve gone through a number of things I haven’t told you about as well as everything else.”
“Ok, I guess I can wait for you. You’ll see my love wont change. It’s just that right now I’m so…….. I don’t know. I just need to be loved.”
“That brings me to my second promise, I made a decision tonight,” I paused taking a breath, here it was, “I can’t resist you for 3 years. I love you so deeply like a brother, but I’m also wildly attracted to you.”
“So I’m confused,” she said quietly, “Are we going to………?”
“I’ve decided that I’m willing to let you have me in every other way except intercourse if that’s what you want.”
“I want. If we can be with each other that way I can wait 3 years.” She turned to me again smiling.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I kissed her hard, she through her tongue in my mouth and I returned mine to hers. It was like we were melting into each other. I pulled her so tight to me I thought I would crack her in half. This just fueled her passion. I pulled away from her face bitting her lower lip and pulling it with me, she moaned. I moved to her neck, kissing and licking passionately. She moaned and squealed with pleasure. I gently moved her to a sitting position lowering my hands to the bottom of her shirt.
I moved off her neck only long enough to slide her shirt up her body and off her. I began running my hands over her breasts though her bra. She moaned wrapping her arms around my neck. I leaned back again long enough to remove her bra. I gazed just for a moment at her naked breasts. She had a full b-cup already. I returned my kissing to her chest.
I could feel her heart beating rapidly under my lips as I kissed her chest and shoulders. She needed to feel not just loved, but alive tonight. I had always thought making love on the day a loved one died wasn’t a sign of disrespect. It was a way of two loved ones to celebrate life. I actually pulled that thought out of a book I read once, but I thought it was really true.
As I kissed Ash I was trying to show her that love she so desperately needed today. I took my time kissing her so she could feel every bit of it, her heart beat, breathing, and physical pleasure.
I had never once felt like this with Abby. I loved her in a way but as I’ve said before it wasn’t like I loved Katie. Tonight I realized I never truly loved Abby. I had never before felt the feelings of love I felt for the beautiful goddess under me now. I felt sadden by that realization. It was only at that moment I finally gave her up. Abby was a great and wonderful girl but she wasn’t Katie or Ashley.
I finally gave Ash what she was looking for as I moved lower and kissed her breasts. I was holding the right one gently squeezing her nipple when I brought my lips to her left nipple. Under me her body seized up and she arched her back. She cried out as her body shook.
“Thank you,” She moaned, “I thought I’d had an orgasm before, but that was my first real one.” She took both of her hands and placed them on the sides of my head pulling me up to her face. I kissed her again.
“That was the best moment of my life,” she breathed out the words though kisses.
“Were not done,” I told her and moved back down her body.
“I don’t know if I can take more tonight, that was intense.”
“Sssshhh.” I said returning to kiss her right breast this time. I hadn’t had enough of her yet. I couldn’t get enough tonight. I just prayed that I had the will power to stop myself from taking her virginity when the time came.
I opened my mouth and took her nipple inside, I sucked on it using my teeth very slightly to clamp down on it. She cried out again. While sucking her breasts I slid my hand up her leg and began rubbing her pussy through her panties.
“Oh go, oh, oh, oh god, oh god,” she cried out. I gently ran my hands across the sides of her hips slowly removing her panties. Once pulled down her legs to her knees I slid two fingers inside her. Her body began to buck slightly.
“Jesus fucking god,” she cried out. I paused for a moment, I had never heard her utter a single swear before. I drove my fingers deeper, driving her into a thrusting frenzy.
I started moving down the bed kissing her sexy flat stomach. This was driving her wild with anticipation. She was thrusting so hard against my fingers I didn’t need to move them myself I just let her work her own pleasure. I slowed my kissing of her body just past her belly button. I moved really slow kissing this area for a long time.
I had never gone this slow with any girl before. I had of course done this, but never this gently and passionately. With Katie it was always hurried because we both knew we couldn’t be together. I also didn’t have this level of self control a year and a half ago with her. I would have came at least twice by now back then.
With Abby things had always been more animalistic. I could have slowed down like this and savored every inch of her but she wouldn’t have wanted it that way. She always wanted things raw, fast and hard. Not to mention in public as much as possible.
I finally moved lower removing my fingers and letting my tongue taste the first sweet juices flowing out of her. I once wrote that he mystery girls pussy had been the sweetest pussy ever. It didn’t compare to Ash. Hers was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.
The moment I placed my tongue on her clit she tensed up again, arching her back higher this time. Her orgasm was so strong she squirted sightly right on my face. For and instant I thought I finally knew how Katie had felt all the times I had cum on her.
“JESUS GOD FUUUUUUUUUUUKING LORD!” She yelled out. Her juices were running down my face. She tasted so wonderful I thrust my tongue deep inside her, drilling in as far as it would go. She hadn’t come down from her orgasm yet and I was digging inside her seeking more and more of that sweet taste.
“OOOOOOOOHHHH GOD!” She screamed this time as her 3rd orgasm took her over. Her hips were bucking on my face, her hands reached down grabbing the back of my head as she squirted more on my face.
“Ok,” She panted, “Enough. I cant take anymore.” I slid up to her face and kissed her. I thought for a minute she would be grossed out kissing me with her juices on my face, but she kissed me hard digging her tongue into my mouth.
“Did I do good?” I asked with a smile, thinking back the winter formal.
“You did good,” she grinned ear to ear, “I think I’m a puddle of goo now.” I kissed her again melting into her lips.
We kissed for a few minutes when I felt a hand slide into my boxers.
“You don’t have to do that,” I told her, “Tonight was about you.”
“Shhhh,” she grinned, “Were not done yet.” I laid on my back and closed my eyes. She moved down on the bed and removed my boxers. I was expecting a hand job with her sucking out my cum like she had done the past two times, instead as soon as my boxers were off I felt warm and wet across my cock. I looked down to see her sweet angelic face sucking me. It felt awesome.
I closed my eyes again and drifted off in the feeling. This was the first time she had really given me a full blowjob. It was one of the best of my life. As much as I hated to admit it. But when Katie had done it I was younger and less experienced so it had never lasted that long. With Abby she didn’t put in the loving care that Ash was doing. This was amazing.
“Ash, get ready baby,” I told her. She lifted her eye to meet my gaze and sucked harder. That pushed me over. I came so much cum into her mouth. She took all of it looking me in the eyes and swallowed.
I was surprised she hadn’t done that in the past. She had let me finish in her mouth then spit.
“Wow, that was incredible!” I cried out.
“Your still up,” she said holding my cock.
“It’s such a turn on when a beautiful girl swallows,” I told her. To me that was a true statement. For some reason I registered the swallowing as a true act of love and hence was a turn on for me.
“But neither one of us can sleep if your still hard,” she giggle and put her mouth back down on me.
“Oh god,” I moaned out, “You don’t have to”
“You gave me 3,” she said smiling going back to work.
I was done after two that night. After all the effort we had both put into giving each other pleasure we both were completely exhausted. When I was done the second time she scooted herself up the bed into my arms. I held her there as we lay naked. I kissed the back of her neck as we drifted off to sleep.

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