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CARREE LOVES BILLY (genus) MF oral anal rom
Carree Loves Billy - The Awakening
The following contains ADULT SEXUAL SITUATIONS. Do not read
any further if you do not wish to read material of this type. YOU
HAVE BEEN WARNED.
I lost my William less than a year ago. He was a writer who, one
day, planned to use my diary's, which I kept through our
courtship and beyond, as a basis for a true erotic story. William
and I enjoyed reading erotic of this type. He planned to
use the pen name Billy Hand. As a means of therapy for dealing
with his loss, I have taken up the project. Though not as
accomplished as William as a writer, I too, write professionally
for travel and vacation guides. I hope you enjoy our as
much as I did living it. Whether you believe our or not,
trust me when I say it has been embellished little.
I will always truly love the character you will know as William
Wilson.
The begins.
Billy was the only I ever thought about. From the time I was
14 he was my boyfriend. We went to St Pius X together from the
eighth grade until we graduated from High School. From that time
until he got his drivers license we were really "pretend" and
girl friend because, beyond an occasional smooch here and there,
after a or a chaperoned school dance, we were rarely alone
together. His and Dad, as well as mine, made sure of that.
What I knew of sex would rattle in a thimble and if Billy had an
interest or knowledge of it, he never let on.
Once we turned 16, (our birthdays were on successive days) our
parents lost a little of the control they had over us as Billy
got his license. He was allowed to drive the car, and
eventually his own, to work, and, as long as I lived along the
way, he was allowed to stop and see me. I finally talked my
into letting us go for little drives on hot summer nights to cool
off.
"Tell Billy not to let his know I let you get away
alone", she would say and smile.
They all had little to worry about because when we did park, we
mostly talked. If Billy had any pent up sexual energy, he
released it by talking. By that summers end we had gotten into
each other's head fully and totally about every aspects of life
and what we expected of it, except for sex. I began to think I
was obsessed with Billy's seemed ignorance of the subject.
Towards the end of that summer our goodnight kisses began to have
a tenor that bordered on necking. I was hoping he and I were both
waking up to new horizons.
It wasn't that I wanted to HAVE sex, at least intercourse, but I
was curious about it. I was not a big masturbator, but I knew
what felt good when I showered and washed. My first real session
occurred after a Show and Tell at a slumber party at my
girlfriend Kim's house. There were 4 of us sleeping over and we
spun a bottle and HAD to tell the truth about the subject on the
card we picked, after the bottle landed on us. Megan got
"describe the last sex you had, when you weren't alone". She
flushed a beet red, so we all knew she had something to say.
She had dated Jim Beachamp, a senior, since he asked her to the
Winter Snowball in December. After 8 months of a sophomore dating
a senior, something had to be going on. Megan made us all swear
never to whisper a word, and she went into detail of a session at
Jim's parent's camp.
A trip to a Mets game in New York actually was a trip to the camp
in the Catskills. She described every touch and feel and told us
what a wonder a penis was to hold in your hand. I don't know if
her was all true, but she made me wet. It was the first
time I ever really got juicy and wanted to touch myself to some
finish.
When we finally retired that night I volunteered to put my
sleeping bag on the parlor sofa instead of in the bedroom. (a
lack of space) I was alone and laid on my stomach with both hands
between my legs. I had what I thought then was a pretty good
orgasm, as I bit down on the sleeping bag to muffle my noises.
Another night a few weeks later I repeated the same scenario as I
replayed Megan's words in my head. I was beginning to wonder if
and when Billy would make a move on me.
Was I pretty enough? Did Billy find me attractive? Were we too
much pals to become anything more? I had lots of self-doubts
about my looks and my body. That summer, before my junior year I
went bathing suit shopping and tried on some bikinis. My
scared the crap out of me by just walking in my dressing stall,
checking on me.
She saw me in the bikini and said, " With your body, you won't
wear that! Your would throw a sheet over you and douse you
in Holy Water."
I didn't think I looked THAT good, but said that attracting a
crowd would not be a problem. Although I was never obsessed with
my body, I figured my measurements to be 34c-22-34. That sounded
pretty good to me, but when I looked in the mirror, I was not
impressed.
If Billy was impressed, he never showed it. He never ever tried
to even give me a squeeze or a feel. But, he sure liked kissing
me. He would kiss me often in public, and when we said goodnight,
it was always a long tongue kiss, but never anything more.
I decided I had to be the aggressor. So, one night, as we said
goodnight at the end of my drive (we never kissed in front of the
house), I put my hands around his head and fell back onto the
seat making him press his body to me. I liked it. HE liked it.
His tongue way down my throat, he ground his chest into mine. I
thought he was going to try and feel me, or do SOMETHING, but
after about 3 or 4 minutes, he sat up and said we better get
going before someone got suspicious.
On subsequent nights we replayed the same scenario, but he was
the one who pushed me back onto the seat these times. Finally in
our third night of this I feigned a leg cramp and got him to let
me shift my legs, and he, in turn, his.
We returned to kissing and tongue battles, but now I felt his
erection against me. Little by little, without him really trying
or thinking it, he began to grind me.
I thought, "Oh boy, here we go, he'll try something and I can set
some ground rules". But, he just necked and ground and pawed at
my back and shoulders.
How could he not feel my as I pushed my hard nipples and
chest against him?
But, after a while he would call time and finish the trip up the
drive to drop me off. Three nights in a row of this was having
its affect on me. In 17 years of Catholic upbringing I had
masturbated twice, now I had done the deed these 3 nights in a
row, and it was getting better every time.
If I was getting hot pants and the need for release, what was
Billy doing?
I could only figure that he respected me too much or was afraid
of my reaction to try anything else. I was vexed at this notion
because he was the only I was ever interested in and anyone
at school knew it was Billy and Carree: couple.
If he touched me inappropriately I was not about to tell him to
let me out of the car and never speak to me again.
We just knew each other too well for that. But, it was becoming
apparent that if anything else was going to happen, I was to be
the initiator.
Sunday morning the public library was closed, but the
University's was open. I asked my Dad for a ride to their library
saying I had a school project due at the end of the spring
recess. Right after church I changed and Dad brought me there
saying he would give me a few hours before Sunday dinner.
Once at the library my mission was to find books on sexuality
with hopes of answering the questions I did not want to ask
anyone else.
When I went to the look-up to find books on the subject, there
were two books that answered all my questions, "The Joy of Sex",
and "Sexual Revolution; a woman's perspective". They were not
exactly textbooks, but they answered what I wondered, frankly and
to the point. From my reading I discovered that,
Interest in sex is normal.
Masturbation was normal, and healthy.
Good sex can be had without intercourse.
No sex is "dirty" if both agree to it.
Billy's aversion to even breaching the subject was a fear factor
he got from his parents.
Billy probably talked openly and spoke of his wishes or conquests
with his friends.
Billy definitely masturbated each night when he got home from our
sessions.
The fact he would not make the first move was another parental
stigma.
When I had "wet pants", he was probably "leaking" too.
By the time I was ready to leave I was definitely awakened on
many subjects of sex, and wondered why I hadn't spoken more
frankly about them with my girlfriends.
The night Megan had to describe her sex session with Jim to us at
our slumber party, I bet she and my other 2 friends whispered
details after I left the room that night to take the parlor sofa.
My "virgin Mary" reputation may have made them uncomfortable
talking in front of me. (I was the only one who worried about
Sunday church that night). I heard them giggling, but with both
hands on my and groaning into my sleeping bag, I really
didn't care or wonder what the subject was then.
In my mind, I released Billy from blame for the fact I was going
home horny, wet, and frustrated from our recent dates. It was
apparent I was going to have to take the bull by the horns on the
sexual front of our relationship. Whoops, didn't mean that pun,
but . . .
Going back to school on Monday, I looked at every and
wondered what sex experience they had.
Some, I said, "No Way", and others "probably every night". (why
do some make themselves look so cheap?) But one thing I did
see. I was better endowed and developed than most of the in
school. Lots had larger breasts, but not the good shape mine had.
Some had shapelier butts, but were flat chested. Of course, by
the end of the day I wondered if I was a lesbian. God, I am sooo
paranoid.
But, I was convinced that, unless Billy was gay, (No - not more
paranoia!), he had to want me, and thought about it often. I was
just going to have to make the first move and speak frankly to
make sure the door was open wide to honest talk that would not be
embarrassing.
Billy brought me home from school as usual on Monday, but had to
get right home to change for work. We spoke little on the way
making small talk about lunch and homework. I leaned over to kiss
him goodbye, a nice deep kiss, not one we usually shared at this
hurried moment, and I followed it with 3 more pecks on his cheek
and forehead.
I smiled and scooted over, opened the door, got half way out and
turned back and caught him square in the eyes with a question.
" You DO know how much I care for you, right?", I said.
Stunned at first, he answered, " Yes, I guess so . . . well of
course I do!".
"You think I'm pretty, right?", I countered.
" Are you kidding me? You're the most beautiful in the
school, and everyone knows it. I'm proud to walk down the street
with you".
I was stunned; Billy actually said something flattering with sort
of sexual overtones (for him). Trying to be cool, I closed the
door and looked through the window.
"That's sweet of you to say, what took you so long say it?
like hearing things like that, ya know", I said teasingly.
With that, I turned and walked up the walk and was surprised he
didn't speed off as normal.
When I turned at the door before I walked into the house I looked
back to find him watching me walk away and into the door. I
mouthed a kiss as I went in the house. I watched his car roll
down our long drive to the county road, before he finally sped
away.
I wonder what he was thinking as he coasted down the drive?
I didn't see Billy besides at school the rest of the week. We
both had track practice the rest of the week and that took up our
after school time.
The girls' team was bussed over to the University track to run,
while the used the school facilities. I was a second on 3 of
the event teams; I was only there for the exercise, although I
did actually compete once on a relay.
Billy was more serious about it, but was not a star by any
stretch. He wanted to play football, but having to work weekends
to save for made it impossible.
By Friday I was ready for a night out with Billy. There was a
dance at school and firehouse block party in town. I told my
parents we would go to the dance and meet them at the block
party. That way after we showed, we could sneak off together.
My mind raced as to what Billy and I might do for intimacy alone.
I was pretty sure I had him interested, or at least aware that I
was interested.
My world crashed when Billy called and said that his uncle, the
one he worked for, invited him to hunting camp for the weekend.
Deer season had just opened and the testosterone must have been
running with his family's men. They were all hunters and Billy
wanted into that rite.
Megan called me about 20 minutes later and said her Jimmy was
going with them and wanted to know if I wanted to slumber with
some of our friends after the dance. It was going to be 4 girls,
all dateless, because their boyfriends were out hunting Bambi. We
each felt jilted and we knew the boy's ears would be ringing.
The dance was fun, but there were way more than and we
danced with each other. A couple of the more cloddy came
over to ask for a slow dance. Each of our group of four decided
to accept at least one invitation and hope the word got to our
boyfriends. I danced with Mark Smith, a short, shy, kind of cute
guy. We made small talk as we danced where he was quite outgoing.
I told him he was a nice dancer and thanked him for asking. He
was nice, but he wasn't Billy.
Megan's Dad picked us up after the dance and brought us all to
her house. It was a big house where Megan had almost the whole
second floor to herself. She had a huge bedroom and the other
room was converted into a and study room for her, plus her own
bathroom. We each took a turn getting changed into our sleepwear
and settling in the room.
Meg's came up and said good night and reminded us to stay in
the room side of the house so we didn't disturb she and Meg's
dad, who slept underneath. With that, we closed the door to the
TV room and took up spots on the floor, sofa and lounger.
We were all quiet for about 10 seconds until Kim said "OK, Lets
talk about sex!!", and we all laughed.
Megan looked at me and said, " I know you have a church thing,
but get into the talk, it will be fun".
"Meg", I said, " I don't know where this religious thing about me
got started and why you have to whisper dirty jokes and
stories around me, but I am really not the virgin Mary".
"Don't get so upset, it's just a reputation you had in junior
high when you wanted to be a nun", Megan defended.
"A nun?", I said. "Where did you ever hear that?"
"Well" Kim added, "that was the rumor for as long as I knew you".
" Not true, not true, not true", I chanted. "I go to church on
Sunday with my parents, because they make me. That is as close as
I am to a nun. You've seen me in the locker room, do I look like
a nun?"
Megan, Kim, and Jennifer all looked at me, then at each other,
and then Kim spoke up.
"Well duh, you have the most incredible body, you go out with
Billy and he tells his friends you are frigid. He says you're
saving it for God!"
I was stunned. "Well that little DICK, that son of a bitch", I
said, surprising my self at my language. "I've all but had to
tear my clothes off to get him to touch me. He's never even tried
to feel me up".
"He tells another different story" said Jennifer, " He told Rob
(Jenny's new boyfriend) that he got you to jerk him off and you
put your finger in his and tasted it".
I was mortified and embarrassed. I got up to go home. "Meg, tell
your Dad I need a ride home, NOW".
Megan came and put an arm around me to console me.
"Look", she said. "All are assholes when it comes to this
shit. They make up to tell their friends of their
conquests. It's a guy thing. They all do it. Somehow they don't
think it ever gets around. It goes with the territory. He told
one person you were saving it for God, and another you were a
cum-eater.
He gets his mixed up.
When Jimmy took me up to his Dads cabin in the Catskills, he told
his friends that we spent 2 days there, making love, and we did
every thing. The truth: We were there for about 2 hours, with
about 15 minutes of the inny-outty, just like I told you guys.
Don't let this ruin your night, our night. We will have fun, just
us girls. We're gonna talk about sex and find out what's going on
in each other's heads. I even have a pornie we can watch
later. These nights are special. I have 2 sisters and they both
told me to do this as often as we could. Sex and and life
are all so confusing. Here we have each other to cry, laugh and
wonder with".
Wiping tears, I said, "Wow, you're the I never had".
Jenny and Kim came over and we had a group hug.
"We're all sisters", Kim said. "Now lets get to the dirty talk".
That broke the ice and we all laughed. I felt a lot better
knowing I was invited to this intimate party because they all
liked and cared for me and each other.
"Yeah", I said. "Fuck the boys.wow, I do believe that's the first
time I ever said that word out loud".
We all laughed again.
Megan stood up and said, "Lets raid the kitchen and get back up
here and make the ears really ring. Maybe we can even make
up a few about them".
" Yeah", Jenny added, "GAY stories!!!"
We all laughed like hell as we went down the stairs to the
kitchen.
Armed with soda, chips, pretzels, and some frozen things that
tasted like pizza after you nuked them, we all went back up
stairs and took our spots in front of the TV. Conan had just
started and we all munched for a few minutes, apparently hungry
with a need for a sugar/salt/carbo high.
My mind drifted a bit and then said aloud, "I can't believe Billy
said I did that".
Kim looked at me saying "What the jerking off, or the tasting".
"The TASTING", I emphasized. "The masturbating thing is OK, I
guess".
After a second or 2 of silence Megan spoke.
"We'll all do it, not just the jerking off thing, the tasting
thing, at least that what my sisters tell me. They say all women
suck it; it's inevitable and natural and just a part of sex".
"My says the same thing", Kim added. "I was watching a
movie with her and when Demi Moore went down on Michael Douglas I
said Eeewww! She told me she would love to suck him, and so would
I, someday."
I threw a pillow at her and told he she was a whore, and she said
that oral sex was natural and fun and happened more often that
regular sex.
She also said that a guy licking you down there was the best
orgasm you could have".
"Two votes for the same from my sisters too", Megan added. "they
both said that I might think of it as disgusting, eventually
giving and receiving it would be the most regular sex you can
have, especially when a bed and a room aren't handy. My
Judy says it's the best foreplay because it makes the guy harder
and really lubes you up, but I can't myself . . ."
There was a stone silence in the room as we all took in the
sudden sex talk; just Conan and Marissa Tomei were heard in the
background, but no one was paying attention.
"I walked in on my doing my Dad", Megan shocked us by daying
after a 10 second lull.
"Right in the living room one night when I got home from a dance
early. I was quiet coming in so I wouldn't wake anyone and I saw
them in the light of the TV. I stepped back to the door and
opened and shut it again letting it slam a little. I heard them
shuffle and my said something a bout my being home early, and
that she was looking for a contact lens on the floor. But, I saw
her with her pulled up and my dad's thing in her mouth.
That was the reason I asked Judy about it".
I think we all tried to Meg's and Dad in our minds
"doing it" for a second when Jenny, who had been quiet for the
whole exchange finally blurted out;
"I've done it, . . . really. Don't think of me as a slut. It
really was quite natural and fun. Remember last summer when Rick
(her boyfriend - 3 years older) went to Denver U. orientation
in Colorado, and I went to my sisters in New York?
It was a scam.
We really shacked up for a week in the City.
My covered for me with my parents. Students who lived over
1000 miles were not required to go to the orientation, but Rick
used it as an excuse for us to go away alone. With him going into
college and my just starting my junior year we figured it might
be the only time we might have to be alone. Plus, with him so far
away, I knew we wouldn't be together anymore.
God, we did it 3 times a day . . .umm, not the thing, the
screwing thing".
Three sets of eyes trained in on Jenny.
"Wow, true confessions!!!!" Kim said, "Tell us more".
Jenny sort of smiled and then got a little teary.
"It seemed so right at the time", she said. "Giving it up to him.
He taught me so much about sex. But, now I realize he used me.
I only heard from him once after he left. The first time he came
home this past Christmas, he didn't even call me. I finally
called him and he said he heard I was dating someone else, and
that he was so much and his life changed.
Being didn't matter when he had me alone in a waterbed
suite in New York. I felt so grown up at the time, but it was a
lot of fun, then".
Jenny started crying and we all hugged her and tried to comfort
her.
"Don't feel sorry for me. I thought I was King Shit, putting
things over on my and my friends. I even let the bastard
take pictures of me nude, and with his . . . his dick in my
mouth. I was so fuckin' dumb", she spat.
Finally I was going to be the voice of reason and get the party
going again.
"Jenny, you can't change what happened", I said. "Take it as a
lesson learned and use it to grow with. You have so much going
for you right now, you have great marks in school and can go
wherever you want to college, you have a nice boyfriend, and you
have lots of friends. Everyone does things they regret in life,
and at the time you were sure it was the right thing to do. Who
could have talked you out of it".
"You're right," she said. "I thought I was quite the grown up,
and you know what, I had fun, even though it hurts now".
Megan scooted over on the floor and put her arms around Jenny and
said, "So, tell us, what's it like?" Should we be afraid? Does
the purple monster bite?"
We all chuckled, but really wanted an answer to her supposed
joking questions.
"It's what your sisters said", she agreed as she looked at Megan
and Kim.
"It seems a little funny at first, but it feels so natural when
you do it, you feel powerful and subservient at the same time.
But any doubts about it are dashed once he puts his tongue in
your . . .vagina, oh . . . PUSSY!! Why get medical? THAT is
awesome".
Kim looked at Jenny as if she were going to say something and she
stopped herself, then started, then stopped. "Never mind", she
said.
"Go ahead", Jen said. "Ask me, I know what you want to know".
Kim half smiled, "OK, did he shoot it in your mouth? Oh God Jen,
I'm sorry, it's none of my business."
Jennifer smiled, now somehow OK with her new stature as
"experienced woman".
"Yes, he did and he told me to just without tasting, but
you couldn't help but taste it. I was salty and a little sweet
like, but had the consistency of egg white or unset Jell-O. It
seems gross now, but at the time, and I suppose it makes a
difference if you really care for the guy, it seems like a reward
and you have something from him in your belly. If you aren't
using it as foreplay for sex, and IT is going to be the sex, it
seems like the thing to do at the time. Plus the swallowing
motion of your mouth makes them go nuts afterwards. You know the
supersensitive feeling, like when we, you know . . .diddle around
down there".
Wow, a few minutes ago we were deciding if 90 seconds was too
long for a pizza roll in the microwave, and now we were getting a
review on the taste of sperm . . .well, . . . cum. It was quiet
for a second. I suppose it was the assumed revelation that we
all, "diddle around down there". That opened a whole new door if
we wanted to talk about that, I guess.
But, I had one more question." Am I the only virgin here?"
"Well", Kim said, "since we know Megan and Jenny have both "done
it", I guess you are asking me. I am still a virgin. I really
fear getting pregnant. But, I have been so close, where I really
wanted it and only common sense stopped me from doing it. As long
as we are telling true confessions, Brad and I jerk each other
off. He wants me to put it in my mouth, but I won't. My sisters
both tell me not to do it until he's (Kim motions quote marks
with her extended fingers) eaten my pie. God, they talk gross."
Megan reeled around on the floor and stared at me'
"So, kiddo, my friend Carree, the supposed and now denied Virgin
Mary, but still an admitted virgin, who never wanted to be a nun,
what have you and Billy done at the end of that long drive to
your little house on the hill? Jimmy B and me have seen you
parked there at least twice in the past weeks on his way to bring
me home.
I know all and see all".
"Well", I began a little sheepishly, "I wish I had something
juicy to tell you but I don't. Billy just lays on me and
necks.
He's a great kisser, but I don't know what to do to get him to
take a little initiative. I take and make all the first moves. I
want to reach down and grab that hard thing he's pressing up
against me, but shouldn't he make the first move? He's leaving me
frustrated, and I figure he must, you know . . . do it - when he
gets home. I don't want to have intercourse yet either, only for
the fear of getting pregnant too. But, isn't it normal to get the
warm and wetties and then want to do something about it?
Ummm . . .Together?"
Jenny looked at me and smiled "Wow, a guy who doesn't know what
to do, where did you find him? It's just I don't know if its a
good thing or bad. Have you tried just saying 'hold me squeeze
me' to lead him on a little?"
"I know it's stupid" I said, "But, I don't want him to think I'm
experienced or anything, you know - on him".
"JeeeSUS, don't worry about that, even like a whose
whorey in private . . .a . . . so I've heard" Megan said.
"My coaches me all the time, saying to be a little
aggressive to let him know whose the sex boss. Like George on
Seinfeld; 'you gotta have hand' in the relationship."
"Well,", I said " you gotta remember that I don't have
sisters or an experienced partner. So I don't have a sounding
board or a teacher. And this is the first time we ALL really
opened up about sex. I mean, is it about sex or is it about love
and caring for your partner, or are they both the same."
Jenny took my question to heart. "Sometimes a guy just wants to
see 'how much he can get off you' before you stop him. But, when
you have a relationship where you really care about the other
person, it's wanting to make them happy. As well as satisfying
your own urges, that's natural. But, if someone tapped him on the
shoulder to cut in, like on a dance floor, you couldn't just
continue. There is definitely a connection, a bond. Like when we
went to New York and were alone on that waterbed, just touching
him was electric. That was why I showed no fear or reluctance to
have any kind of sex with him. We were two as one. Unfortunately,
it ended up that he was using my love for him to satisfy his
urges and make me a conquest. After it was over, well the thing
that convinced me it was over, was how I realized and remembered
how he manipulated me during the weeks leading up to our trip. We
were not having serious sex, I was holding out. I was too stupid
to realize I was being set up. But, the fact he was experienced
made our love making all SEEM natural. He knew ways to get me
fired up where I would be vulnerable. While I regret the way
things happened, now that I know I didn't get pregnant or get a
disease or anything, the experience will shape all my
relationships. To tell you that I didn't enjoy the sex would be a
lie. It was incredible. But, I couldn't just do it with anyone. A
girl who gets all hot and bothered and seeks out a partner for a
night is shallow and looking for trouble.
Any time you have a sexual relationship, remember you might be
doing something that will put you with that person forever. I
don't mean to sound like Dr. Laura, but I worried for a while
about consequences. Once I knew he was gone from my life, I
skipped a period.
I called him at school to tell him I was late and he said he
would call me back in a day or two to check on me. He never
called and, like I said before, at Christmas I had to call HIM.
I could have been 5 months pregnant and he didn't even care. So,
having a partner who doesn't know what to do or is sheepish isn't
all bad.
Explain that you know what he does when he gets home from seeing
you. He will deny it, but if you look him in the eye and tell him
not to lie, because you are doing the same thing, he should open
up.
It's so stupid that everyone denies masturbating, especially
guys, and we ALL do it. If you say you don't, you are lying."
Jenny's words were just sinking in when Megan's phone rang.
"Oh, that's my phone, hardly anyone has this number, it must be
Jimmy B at deer camp" She picked up the phone and instead of
"hello", She said "You DO miss me". She blushed embarrassed,
listened for second and said, "Oops , sorry Heid, I thought you
were my boyfriend . . . (she listened again) Really! Let me ask"
she said cupping the mouthpiece.
"It's Heidi Stewart, she saw my lights and my told her about
the slumber. She had a chaperones reception after the dance, and
only one person showed. She's got a couple pizza's and she wants
to know if we want them."
We all looked at each other and said "Sure, why not?".
Meg uncupped her hand and said "Sure Heid, but we're all in our
PJ's waiting for Prince Charmings to whisk us away. Can I meet
you at my door? Be quiet on the steps so my Dad doesn't think
we're sneaking in, ha ha".
Megan had stairs going up to her room from the outside, but it
was really a fire escape of sorts. No handle or keyhole from the
outside. In plain words, Meg couldn't sneak in at night.
Heidi Stewart was a 32-year-old divorc‚e who worked at St Pius.
She ran the Alumni Association and was the Yearbook Advisor.
Her snappy personality and clean-cut good looks made her popular
with everyone who ever went to St Pius.
When she was raising money to reduce tuition, she was always
successful. I can't imagine I would ever mail them a check after
I graduated, but I suppose everyone felt that way at one time.
Heidi was to the basketball coach and Phys Ed instructor,
Jerry Wayman. They were a beautiful couple. Heidi looked like a
movie star and Jerry her leading man. Unfortunately Heidi caught
Jerry screwing one of the at school. It ended Jerrys
career, put him on probation for 10 years, and ended his marriage
to Heidi.
Megan and Heidi were more girlfriends than faculty/student. She
had known Meg since she was a kid and Meg loved having a friend
who was an adult, which she could trust here intimacies with,
since her sisters moved out. In turn, Meg was enough to be
able to listen to Heidi share girl/girl advice. She had been to
parties with all of us at Megs before and just asked us to be
cool at school and call her Ms Stewart, so she could be
professional and all. She really was just an version of any
of us.
She lived across the backyard from Meg and was really extended
family to Meg Parkers family. She was another "big sister" to
Meg. Heidi could have any guy she wanted, but chose to be
cautious after her marriage broke up. I'm sure a lot of at
school dreamed about her.
There was a drumming of fingernails on the metal door in the
corner and Meg went to answer it.
"Hi Heidi, your party was dud, huh?",Meg said.
"Yes", Heidi bubbled. "We try to get together after dances for
some socializing, but tonight there were 6 chaperones and 4 ended
up being and they probably don't have "wife clearance" to
come to my house.
So, just Mrs. Adams came over. She said she knew she and I were
the only female chaperones and was wondering why I chose tonight
have a get together.
Well, DUH, why didn't she tell me instead of keeping it a secret?
Then when she comes over all she does is ask questions about
Jerry. I think she is frustrated and wonders if she has a chance
with him.
I should tell her that as long as she can lower her drawers, she
has a chance with him. Oh, damn, I'm sorry, I'm just blabbing
away and horning in on your slumber, . . . enjoy your pizza".
Meg laughed at Heidi's frenetic delivery, "For Gods sake, take a
breath will you? How many cups of coffee did you have with Mrs.
Adams? Come on in and stay a minute or two, the talk is just
getting juicy".
Right away I panicked a little. I didn't mind sharing intimate
details with the girls, and as much as Heidi was cool, she was
still "adult". Heidi realized the same thing right away.
"No", she said, "your talk is for your ears only".
"But, can we ask you some questions. Guy questions? Without
getting embarrassed? At least I have a couple" Megan said
grabbing Heidi's elbow as she turned to leave.
"Uh-Oh, this is one of THOSE parties. Comparing love notes, huh?
What makes you think I would have the answers? My marriage went
to hell", Heidi said.
"I'll try to help, but don't put me on a spot. I don't need to be
accused of putting ideas in your heads".
"Well, we were talking about, a . . .um. . .alternative sex",
Megan said.
Heidi turned and said "Ok, I'm out of here", then stopped and
chuckled. "Just kidding, let me share something with you that not
everybody knows, and I would appreciate it staying in this room.
You are 4 of the most levelheaded in school. Four I
think I can call friends. You all know me outside the walls of St
Pius and you know when I'm inside those walls I am a different
person to you, OK? We can all trust each other, right?"
We all nodded and looked at her intently.
"Jerry and I were in love in high school, right at St Pius. The
perfect couple. From our sophomore year on, everyone knew we were
going to get married. What people do not know is that I had an
abortion in my junior year, and was pregnant again when I
graduated. We had to get married. Jerry was a great guy then, but
I would not have him until after college, if not for
being pregnant. By that time I might have found out what a
cheater he was. He cheated on me all through my marriage. When I
had the car accident and lost my baby I was devastated mentally
and physically. I could never have children again and I accepted
that as Gods punishment for getting pregnant twice and being so
stupid.
Ten years later I found out that Jerry, while seemingly
supporting me, was also screwing one of the nurses at the
hospital. One that tended to me for the 2 weeks I was in the
hospital, he screwed for years!
Once I was recuperated from the accident and we continued
we were only an hour away from each other during the week, and
lived as husband and on weekends, breaks, and of course all
summer, for 4 years. I thought I had a dream marriage. Supporting
husband, who worked his tail off, full time, went to school, paid
the rent, bought the food, paid our tuitions. We came here and
bought that house (pointing across Megans yard) and both got jobs
at St Pius using the educations we earned for ourselves.
When he got caught screwing that and we went to trial for
statutory, he fessed up to the whole thing because the prosecutor
had 30 to bring into court and testify that he had affairs
with them, some in school when they were underage. It was
sickening. All of this could have been avoided by what you call
"alternative sex". I wouldn't have found out Jerry was a jerk
right away, but if I hadn't been pregnant and HAD to get married,
my thinking would have changed and I may have looked at things in
a different light".
Heidi was choked up a little and we all got up to hug and comfort
her.
I was the first to speak. "Wow, Heidi, that's quite a bit of
advice that every should hear. Thanks.and I am really so
sorry. . .I . . ."
"Please" Heidi interjected, "Don't feel sorry for me. His
cheating and philandering are things I had no control over. But,
having sex like people, in high school, was stupid. We
did all that other stuff too and always had lots of
opportunities, you know, being alone.
Jerry's was dead and his Dad worked lots of hours. Their
house was always free for us. We were so beautiful, so smart.
But, now I know we could have shared a lot of the same pleasures,
same intimacies without risking pregnancy, by just not having
regular intercourse. We thought we were grown up, we weren't.
Feeling like you are in love and wanting to express it is only
normal.
Wanting, or I guess 'being horny' is normal too. You have to
worry about disease more than I did then. Know your partner.
Where you are lucky is that most of your possible boyfriends are
inexperienced and have no shot of having HIV, but make sure you
know them and their history.
Alternative sex? Wow, you can have so much fun, so much pleasure,
feel so much in love with hand sex, oral sex, sex toys, and even
anal sex of you're adventurous, anything you can do that you both
agree to.
But, don't let that loaded penis inside your vagina. 15 minutes
of pleasure can screw up your whole life. Some of you may have
already done it and gotten away with it. Don't press your luck
anymore."
"Oh God, I'm lecturing now, ruining your night. I just don't want
to see any of you get hurt. Let me just add this . . .Love isn't
thinking a guy has a cute ass, or him thinking you have a cute
ass or big boobs. Make sure you, or your partner, isn't just like
a dog, sniffin' buttholes and humpin' legs, as we used to say.
Your body is sacred and you don't share it with just anyone to
have a good time.
You can get off at home, alone, if you have to get off.
I've said way too much, and I can talk to any of you anytime if
you have any questions.
Just don't do it at school. We can have private talk if you
feel comfortable asking me questions. OK?"
We all nodded and Heidi turned and was out the door in a flash.
She was obviously uncomfortable about sharing so much of her own
life and problems, but you could see she was concerned for us.
She saw herself at about the same age, and no one was there for
her. But, now there was a wet blanket to remove from us so we
could enjoy the night.
We all sat and tried to think of something to get the ball
rolling.
Kim got up and went over to the pizza boxes and opened one.
"Oh look", she said, "there's sausage, we can all start
practicing now".
We all laughed like hell at her joke and got up to get pizza too.
"If we're practicing with the sausage", Jenny said "I hope the
boys are having anchovies on theirs".
Again we all laughed when we got the "fish smell" joke, but I
admit, it took me a second longer than the others.
We wolfed down pizza for a few minutes and watched the end of
Conan, and then some comics that came on next. Then we turned our
circle more towards each other again.
Megan looked at us saying, "Anal sex, did she really say that?"
You won't believe this", Kim began, "But my one says she
prefers anal to regular sex. My other says she tried it
and would leave it, but it is very intimate, but there is lots of
prep for it that changes the mood. It's not something you do on a
date in the back of a car. I just cannot imagine even trying it".
"Rick wanted me to try it", Jenny cut in, "On our little
honeymoon from hell in New York? I say that like I didn't enjoy
that week with Rick. I really did, don't think that he raped me,
or anything. Anyway, he tried . . . a . . .um . . .stuff . . .
back there. It was morning and I hadn't . . .you know . . . went
yet.
It seemed pretty gross at the time".
"I think the 'Joy of Sex' says to use a light enema, like a
Fleet, a couple of them to avoid messes, and lots and lots of
lube", I added. "It makes it easier if you want to be that
adventurous."
All conversation stopped, and all 3 looked at me. "You read
up on anal sex?", Megan astoundedly asked .
"Well, . . .not on purpose", I said. "I was reading the 'Joy of
Sex' and just came to that part. I wasn't exactly looking for
pointers for my next date with Billy".
That got a laugh for my 3 friends who never heard me say 'poop'
without apologizing.
"Kim, your prefers it? I can't imagine that. What's wrong
with her?", Jenny asked.
"Hey, I'm just telling you what she said. She said it wasn't
something you did 4 times a week, but that when it happened it
was special and real intimate." Kim added.
"I had asked her about it when that internet thing went around
about high schoolers having more sex and less pregnancy. They say
that's because of anal sex, more kids doing it".
"Oh, that was just one of those urban legends", Megan chided. "I
got that too. There was a clip with it that had some chick
saying 'I'm not going to screw up my life, getting pregnant',
then she walks away like she has a load in her pants.
Don't believe all that stuff. But, when I did ask my sisters
about it they both hedged and said was a personal choice of a
committed couple.
I didn't press, it sounded gross. But, I know people do it".
We looked like 4 zombies being led off into the night as our
minds wandered about the awful things do to your bodies to
get off. I had in my mind, a long time; any sex act I did not
enjoy would be off limits. I was not going to be a subservient
sex tool to anyone.
Finally Megan stood up. "OK, lets get our minds off of things
that are scaring us, ruining our mood. This is supposed to be a
giggly fun party.
I don't wanna talk sex no more.
I WANT TO SEE IT.
Lets put on the porno movie!!!."
"God, I don't believe you actually have one of those things", I
said. "Where did you get it?"
"From my sister, who else", Kim laughed. "I told her we were
having a slumber and planned to talk sex and and she
suggested it. She and her husband have a lot of them. She said
she got hooked on them in her sorority days for a source of
laughs, and to ease tension and stress. You know, with what you
do afterward. She even told me they had blanket parties where a
bunch of sit with blankets over each of them, watching
pornies, and they could use their hands as they liked without the
others seeing. She said it sounded 'lezzie' but it wasn't at
all."
Megan slipped the in the VCR and went to lock the door so
her couldn't walk in. The opened with some guy
talking about the new bunch of he had for his viewers, and
they were all new to the porno business.
Then a appears on a couch and the guy interviewed her about
sex, what she liked and didn't. Before you knew it she was nude
and masturbating. We giggled and made fun of marks on her body
and supposed what she was thinking as she began to make loud
squeally noises.
Then the guy who interviewed her came into the shot and began to
lick her vagina. We got quiet for a bit, then Kim made some
comment and we all laughed and started throwing in barbs. A few
minutes later she had this huge penis half way down her throat. I
was mesmerized, because, it was the first real penis I had ever
seen. I had seen drawings, but never a real one. It was huge, but
this had done this before, and she looked like she really
enjoyed it. She licked him all over and on his balls,
smiling at him.
Kim and Megan were a riot with their comments. Jennifer was
pretty quiet, while I laughed, but was a little uncomfortable
seeing all this for the first time.
Then, the guy lays the out with her legs way up over her
head and he puts his penis at the shaved opening (Kim made a lot
of barber jokes at that, too) of her vagina, and slides the whole
thing in. We all sat in stunned silence that this huge thing
could slide into such a little girl.
Boy, did she love it. I must say she made ME hot too.
We grew more comfortable with the scenes as they changed
positions over and over and we each threw in funny comments. Then
finally he started moaning and he pulled his huge penis out and
she scooted right down and put her mouth over it. Then she opened
it so the could see a mouthful of this milk white
stuff, and she swallows it and licks and sucks him more. Four
girls with eyes bugged out watched in silence while the guy
squirmed and shouted, and the and swallowed.
"Girls", Jennifer said, "That is what a full blow job is, like it
or not. That's what it looks like. But, I can tell you that when
you are with someone you love, it is making love, not a blowjob,
and can be beautiful. We all laughed at this, but it is pretty
downgrading to women".
"That may be true", Kim, said, "But, this whole performance was
for the sake of sexual entertainment, and quite frankly, I was
entertained, and I learned a few things".
The rest of us were pretty much quiet and did not participate in
the short lived tete-a-tete.
I think we were all anxious to see the next scene and I wondered
how hot that first one had made the others. I know I was a little
warm down below.
The next few scenes offered more of the same, script and acting
wise. The same guy with the huge penis having oral sex with some
young girl, then screwing her brains out and having his orgasm
either in her mouth or on her face. We made fun of the noises the
girls made and were having a general good time, but were bored
after seeing the same thing over and over. At least now I knew
what a penis really looked like, and what sex acts looked like.
If not in the company of my girlfriends, I would have been quite
mortified.
The fourth scene was a girl, with almost no at all,
masturbating a guy with her feet.
It made great fodder for jokes and catcalls. All 3 of my
friends had probably, at least, done that with their boyfriends,
but none with their feet. When the guy finally had his orgasm,
(God I have to start talking less technical), when he finally
CAME, he shot it high into the air and into her hair and then a
second volley to her chest, before more oozed onto her feet.
Megan jumped to her knees," Wow, what would that feel like inside
of you? He must have squirted half a cup. He could have knocked
over cans on a fence post at 20 feet!!"
"Well, girls, I guess we know Jimmy B is not a big cummer", Jenny
said as she poked at Meg. Meg was embarrassed at her outburst and
was quick to defend herself and her beau.
"Well, I only see a thimbleful in the end of the condom, and he's
gone and cleaned up before I could really get a good look both
times".
"Ohhh, BOTH times. Ladies we now know that Meg has done it twice"
Kim cheered.
Meg shot Kim a look, and then smiled when she realized it was
just kidding around.
Meg gave her a little sneer, saying, "Don't worry, you'll catch
up . . . when that boyfriend of yours can get it up".
"Oh, he can get it up" Kim retorted, "and it's as big as that
guys is, too. I am NOT kidding!"
I wished I had something to add, but was enjoying their playing.
I noticed the screen had 2 new people on it.
" Look", I said " a NEW guy and a new girl"!
The guy behind the introduced the couple as a one that
were and only worked with each other in adult movies.
They had only made a few and were getting out of the business
soon. They said they truly made love in their scenes and were
strictly in it for the money, and were not shy about their love
and how they made it. The guy told them to do their thing and
they began.
The scene began with all their clothes on, which surprised us.
They went through all of the stages of foreplay, and were quite
sensuous in every way. When the got down to put the penis in
her mouth, she had me wanting to do it. They were hot, and all 4
of us were quiet and, I am sure pretty juicy.
"Man, I could use one of those blanket party deals right now",
Megan said.
"Do you really want all of us to see you masturbate?", Kim
questioned.
"Well, with a blanket over you, no one really sees", Jennifer
reasoned. "Let's face it, we're all going to do it thinking about
this scene, and it not even over".
"I have to admit", I began, "Its got me pretty steamy and they
are not even done yet".
After watching them go down on each other, with both of them
licking each other everywhere, and I do mean everywhere, he
finally began to make love to her.
I mean really putting his penis, . . .his DICK (I had seen 5 of
them tonight, I was on a first name basis, now) inside of her.
They were lip locked as he humped his dick in and out of her. The
way she held on to his back and dug her fingers into him, it was
apparent she was in love with him and what he was doing to her.
He got up and she quickly turned over to all fours and he plowed
into her again. He leaned over her and grabbed her and
they touched tongues, swapping spit. She whispered to him to
touch her ass and he went back to his knees. He stuck a thumb in
his mouth and brought it down to her anus and pushed it right in.
She quickly squealed with joy as he began sawing the thumb in and
out of her to same rhythm as his dick in her . . .pussy. After a
minute or two he produced a plastic bottle of liquid oil, or gel
and began to put it on her anus and then push it in with his
thumb. We all knew what was coming.
"He's really going to do it, isn't he", Jenny said. "I never
thought it could be so sensuous, or at least look that way."
"It's a little alarming how stretched out and open she is", I
said. "I think she has done this before", I chuckled.
He then pulled his dick out of her and took the lube bottle and
laid 2 lines of lube along its length and then a huge dollop on
the tip of his dick. He pressed it to her anus and she told him
to go slow at first.
She drew quick breaths as he pressed forward, and she pushed him
back with her hand a couple times, but soon, he was pressed right
up against her. After a minute she looked back and told him to
fuck her. He began sawing in and out of her. I was so turned on
by the sensuality of the whole scene that this act, which I would
have considered a perverted ticket to hell an hour ago, looked
like the most natural love making I had seen yet.
Within minutes she began to moan and cheer him on to continue his
onslaught into her butt.
She said she wanted to see his face as her fucked her and he
pulled his glistening dick out of her.
She rolled to her back and brought her legs up and he put a
pillow under her butt. He put his dick up to her anus,. . errr .
. asshole, and it swallowed him right in. Her breathing became
long hard wheezes as she built towards an orgasm and she soon had
a wild-eyed look on her face and she quit breathing and was
turning as a beet. Then the most blood-curdling yell came
from her mouth and she appeared to to big squirts.
I was beginning to think she had lost bodily function control
when Jenny blurted out, "She's a squirter, a real female
ejaculator".
"She's peeing!", I said.
"No," Jenny said without taking her eyes off the screen, "It's
not pee, see, it's clear. It's actually from the natural lube
ducts in your body. Think about how good it feels when you 'cream
your jeans', and imagine squirting from there. It's supposed to
be awesome. It's a g-spot orgasm."
I had read about them in the Joy of Sex.
As Jenny finished speaking, the on the screen began to
convulse a little and she used what little coordinated strength
she had to push the out of her.
She lay there gasping for breath, and vibrating like she had a
current going through her. She finally opened her eyes and smiled
at her partner and he again pushed into her butt and began
screwing her like crazy.
She had another of those earth shattering, seeming near death,
orgasms when he called out that he was going to cum. She drew her
ass off his dick and went right for the slippery head that just
came out of her ass.
Without really putting it in her mouth, (Thank God!), she opened
her mouth and he, without stroking or touching himself, began
shooting jets of into her mouth. Not one or two, but 5 or 6.
She swallowed some but let the rest run out of her mouth onto his
dick.
She used it as a lube to then run her hand up and down it's
length, made an O with her fingers to run it right up to the tip,
squee-geeing the from his dick. She then put it in her mouth,
sucked a little, showed some on her tongue, swallowed and
mouthed "I love you" to the guy and they kissed, swapping the
juices she had in her mouth. THE END came up on the screen and we
all sat there dumbfounded.
"THAT WAS HOT", Kim was the first to say. "If you told me what
they were going to do I would have said to skip the movie, it
sounded too disgusting. But that was HOT. What kind of orgasm was
THAT. Now I know why my says she likes anal so much".
"I never would have thought", Jenny began, "that any lovemaking
could have been that sensual, that hot. I read about squirting
orgasms once and thought it was a myth. I heard of passing
out with an orgasm and thought that was a figure of speech, but
she was close to lights out. Hard to believe OUR bodies are
capable of that."
"I think it's hard to believe our are capable of that", Meg
added. " I still don't want nobody sticking a dick up my butt, or
shooting their stuff in my mouth. But I have to admit that with
the right guy, at the right time . . . ."
I think I shocked everyone when I blurted out, "me too, the right
guy, the right time, the right situation, all of that seems
feasible. You know, an option. One thing I know is now true, that
I never understood when I read it before; NOTHING two people do,
with each other's consent, is perverted or unreasonable.
That couple was on the same page. I wanted to screw that guy, he
was so gentle, loving and feeling towards her".
"Wow", Kim said, "the Virgin Mary gives it up for a porno star!"
I picked up a throw pillow and threw it at Kim. We all laughed
and then sat back and relaxed.
"Now what do we do", Megan asked. "It's just 2:45, what do we do
now? I'm a little too keyed up to go to sleep".
Jenny looked at each of us and said, "I have a suggestion, if
everyone is game. Let's pass out the blankets for that blanket
party thing Kim's told her about, turn out the lights and
rewind that scene. We are all friends here. We've seen each other
shower and change clothes, you know, gotten personal. I think we
all feel a little, or maybe a lot, a. frustrated by the hot sex
scene we saw. It's something else we can share that's special. If
you don't want to do that, I have to go take a long shower".
"Let me get this straight", Megan said. "We all sit and get a
blanket to cover ourselves, and we let our hands do what comes
naturally and no one can see. But we can hear each other".
"That's what my said", Kim said sheepishly. "You sit, you
know, like we are, Indian style, so everything is, you
know.opened up. You have the blanket over the front of you and
you can do what you want. It sounded pretty kinky when she told
me, but it's sounding pretty good right now. Or else, I'M going
to need a long shower too".
"You know I'm in" Jenny said. "I let a guy take a of me
with his dick in my mouth, that is probably all over the internet
by now, so. . . I can't be anymore embarrassed, and you are
friends and I'm ultimately closer to you than anyone in the
world. Plus I can talk to you about more things that ANYONE,
even my or sisters. It seems right".
"Carree, how about you?", Megan said. "If you don't want to, we
won't do it. I respect you too much to force you to do it, or to
leave the room so we can".
I was flattered that she felt that way about our friendship and
had qualms about expressing it to the others. She and I never
talked about sex or that kind of personal stuff much, me being
the Virgin Mary and all (ha ha), but all of a sudden, with that
personal mountain climbed, we became true sisters.
"I'm in", I said. "That scene had me going and I wanted to touch
myself the first time I saw it. But, before we do, there is one
thing I have to say, or tell, you all.
We all had confessions of a sort tonight, and you know I am still
a virgin, my boyfriend is a lying dud who doesn't, as they say,
have the balls, to try and touch me to express his feelings to
me. You all thought I was the Virgin Mary, saving myself to be a
nun. I have to tell you this. Back a few months ago when Meg gave
us details of her trip to Jimmy's cabin, when we played Truth
Spin. She described in detail about holding Jimmy's peni . . .I
mean, dick, and getting laid and everything. Kim didn't have a
fourth place to sleep in her room, so I agreed to put my sleeping
bag on the sofa in the parlor. Well, just to show you I am
normal, I'll tell you this.
I diddled myself for an hour that night on that sofa, thinking
about Meg and Jimmy getting it on. And, I didn't even know what a
real penis, I mean DICK, looked like until tonight, besides
drawings.
But, I was hot as hell. A few weeks later, I replayed her
in my mind one night when I couldn't sleep and did the same
thing. So, please don't patronize me.
I'm not a nun, I don't want to be a nun. I would love to get made
love to, just like all of you guys. I want to learn about sex and
be able to share questions and thoughts with my 'sisters'."
"Lordy", Jenny said, "You sure surprise me, Carree. You were the
one I wanted to tell about my New York trip after Rick ignored me
and threw me away. I wanted you to tell me what to do so I could
make myself right with God. That's how much I thought you WERE
'the Virgin Mary'. You know, we get preconceived notions and . .
. .well, I'm real sorry Carree. I think we can all be more honest
now".
"Well", I said. "Where are the blankets?"
Megan got up a little sheepishly and went to the closet and
pulled out 4 blankets.
"I can't believe we are doing this", she said. "I can't believe
I want to do this. This is the way I felt going up the mountain
road to Jimmy's camp that day . . . Excited, but scared".
We all pulled up spots in front of the sofa, except Kim, who was
in front of the recliner right along side us. We sat "Indian
style" as Meg dropped blankets to each of us and one to her spot
next to me.
I grabbed mine and stuffed part of the blanket under my knees and
butt and pulled the corners up over my shoulders and I then
leaned back to seal my "tent". All that showed was my head. Jenny
and Kim took my lead and Meg was busying herself getting the
remote and turning off the lights.
"My said it sounded kind of 'lezzie'," Kim said, " and I
am just thinking that if I tried to explain this to anyone, it
would sound awful".
"Hey, that's one thing we have to discuss", Megan said as she
plopped down beside me.
"We are all best friends to each other, but we each have other
friends we confide in. NO ONE else can ever find out that we did
this. AGREED?? Consider that signed in blood?"
The three of us nodded as Meg continued,
. . ."and no one has to do anything here. If anyone has second
thoughts, no one makes fun or anything like that. But if you
don't do anything, you are still part of this pact, OK?". Again
the 3 of us nodded assent.
"Megan", I said, "if that is aimed at me I want you to know that
I am 100% into this. Damn it all, I can't get that schlub
boyfriend of mine to put some sexcitement into my life, I may as
well do something to do it myself".
"Sexcitement?", Jennifer said laughing.
"Did I say SEXcitement?", I asked, "Wow, a real Freudian slip".
We all laughed as it broke up a little tension. There we sat,
four of us, in our PJ's , in our little tents, as Meg rewound the
tape to the spot where the last scene started. She found it and
pushed play, and then busied herself making her tent to hide
herself.
"OK, now. No talking or making jokes or anything, and have fun
everybody", Jenny said as if we were about to go on a ride at
Disney.
The guy just finished introducing the couple and they just
began to kiss as we settled in, four sets of eyes staring at the
screen. I wondered, as it started, if we would think it was as
hot now, already knowing what happens.
Once the guy had the girl's up and was fondling and kissing
her breasts, at least I got the answer to that question. The
girl's were big and full, like mine, and my own nipples
ached to be touched, and touch I did.
You could make some pretty bold moves under the blanket without
being detected by anyone watching. I grew more confident right
away. I pinched and twisted my nipples and squeezed my in
tandem with what I saw on the screen. I noticed right away that
my breathing was quickened and I wondered if the others noticed
too.
"Screw it", I thought to myself. I am going to make as if they
are not in the room. If they don't like the noise I make, too
bad.
But, I also thought that if anyone was going to be modest about
breathing heavy or making noise, maybe my own heavy breathing or
groans might embolden them to let loose.
My arms were crossed as I cupped and pinched each in
unison with the screen, then, as the guy pulled her shorts off
and kissed his way down her belly to begin licking her vagina, or
"eating her", I slid my own hand from under my pajama top to
inside my bottoms. I was wet, I knew, but I was not aware how
wet.
A lot more than any other times I did this. I used my fingers to
pull my lips apart and I slid my index finger all the way down
the slit and then back up to my little bud, my clit.
As I stroked it a couple times with my index and middle finger
and felt it jump and engorge. It felt great and I blew out a
mouthful of air and in another through my nose. I kept
those two fingers right on the spot and swirled them in a small
circular motion.
Ahh, I was happy.
The couple on the screen had twisted themselves into a 69
position and was happily licking and fondling each other. The
thought of putting a penis in my mouth did not seem as revolting
as it had other times I thought about it.
I heard myself hum a kind of soft groan on one of my exhales. I
knew I was on my way to a nice orgasm.
While I was concentrating on the screen, I did notice that there
were 3 other in the room, all heavy breathing. I made sure
I didn't look at any of them so as not to embarrass them or break
my own concentration.
The duo were now putting their tongues in each other
buttholes. I didn't really understand this, what pleasure might
come from it, but soon the could no longer concentrate on
holding the balls and penis aside to get way down there. She
raised her head and moaned and "oh my God", as his tongue drilled
her anus. It dilated and he soon filled it with spit and put his
finger up her butt and continued licking her . . .PUSSY.
Those words, pussy, dick, cock, asshole, fuck, all make
everything sound sexier. I just have a hard time getting used to
using them. I don't like "cunt" though. It just has a sound that
makes whatever you are talking about seem filthy. After some
moans and mewls on the screen, the dropped her mouth around
his dick and rapid fired it deep, in and out of her throat.
Finally she could take no more of his licking and reached her
hand between his lips and her and rolled off him.
She looked him in the eye and said, "fuck me".
She was putting me over the first edge of my first orgasm.
He knelt between her legs and smacked his dick on her a few
times, then he just pushed between her lips and sunk in to the
hilt.
She groaned and he began churning his hips in slow circular
strokes as he hugged her body against him. Little squeaks from
deep in her throat could be heard each time he hit bottom.
Finally he kneeled back, holding her to him and he turned and put
her butt on the edge of a sofa. His cock as at the same level as
her and he threaded it in and out with long strokes. I
hadn't noticed before when they showed a close up of his dick
going in her, she had a hand underneath herself and was fingering
her own asshole.
Almost unconsciously, I dipped my wet fingers down underneath
myself and touched my own bottom hole. It, as well as I,
responded to my touch of that spot.
It went from a place to poop from, to an erogenous zone.
God, we are funny creatures.
I thought to put one finger on my butthole and one on my clit,
but to do that I would have to lean forward too much and I was
afraid of the blanket falling down. That would have to wait for a
more private session.
As the on the screen said "do me doggie", he pulled his dick
from her to let her off the couch.
She knelt on the floor and spread her knees and lowered her head
to a waiting pillow. I must have been distracted the first time I
saw this, because I hadn't noticed that, before he sunk his dick
back into her, he licked her and dragged his tongue from
there back up to her asshole.
She closed her eyes and moaned a long "ohhhhh".
As he put his dick back to her I could hold off no longer.
I tipped my head back and let out a stifled gutty moan. I was
cumming. My two fingers were sliding on either side of my clit.
It never felt it so big!
I dug my fingers hard into myself letting out, Hmmmt, Hmmmt,
Hmmmt, Hmmmt, Hmmmt, as I wanted to rut against myself.
I came 3 times right in a row and probably would have went for
more except I didn't want to take my eyes off the screen.
Sounds in the room told me I was not the only one cumming.
We all made different noises, some high pitched hums, some
guttural grunts, but I think we were all cumming about the same
time.
The guy on the screen was now on his feet bent over her kissing
her while sawing in and out of her. She told him to touch her
ass. He pulled from for a second and grabbed a bottle of some
kind of lube. He pushed back into her and began filling the
dimple of her butt with the lube. He would then push it in with
his thumb.
My clit was sensitive, but I wanted another orgasm so I put a
finger inside me, which I really hadn't done much, afraid of
"breaking" myself.
I was sawing my middle finger in small strokes in and out of my
little without really touching my clit and I felt a new and
different kind of orgasm building deep within me.
The guy on the screen had just pulled from the girl's and
was putting lines of the liquid lube along his cock. Once he put
a dollop on the tip I knew he was going to push that big thing up
her butt.
I still could not believe how easily it just slid right in.
It was a lot sexier this time than the first time I saw it, maybe
because I had touched my own nether and found that it was
responsive.
She was having somewhat of a tough time taking it in herself at
first, but she never asked him to stop, just to go slow.
Soon, he had a rhythm and she was cumming to beat the band making
noises like I never heard before.
She said something about seeing his face and he pulled from her
as she flipped to her back. He took the pillow her head was on
and put it under her butt and she lifted her legs way up beside
her head.
Her butthole was tipped right up to him and open for him. He took
the lube bottle and squirted a clear shot right into her dilated
hole.
He positioned his penis right there and drove into her butt. Her
eyes rolled back and she began meeting his strokes. When she got
to the part where she was like vibrating and turning red, where I
thought she was convulsing and passing out, she started the
squirting.
As she did that I started to again myself. But, this was an
orgasm, not from my clit, but from inside me. No matter where it
was from, it was getting harder and harder not to scream out.
Just then the on the screen gave here blood curdling report
to her orgasms as she had to push the guy from her body. She
vibrated like she had an electric wire going through her and she
sprayed 3 times into the air from her pussy.
I noticed this time that the guy tried to catch them in his mouth
and he did get a good shot of the third volley.
She let out a big sigh and smiled at him and he stuck his dick
right back in her butthole.
I was, in the meantime, having my second and third vaginal orgasm
from my stroking. I let out some ooo's and ahh's as they came
over me.
They were different from the violent orgasms from my clit, but
felt as good.
My hand was soaked, as I suspected my pajama bottoms were, as I
pulled my middle finger from my slit and brought it along with my
index finger back to my now rested clit.
He began sawing in earnest in her ass again and she was starting
to have one of those loud electric orgasms when he said he was
cumming.
She pushed at his stomach and pulled herself back and spun around
to get her head near his cock.
She was squirting as she did this, I hadn't seen that the first
time through.
Where does that fluid come from?
I don't know a lot about and how they cum, but I always
thought they had to have contact with their hand, another hand or
vagina or something to ejaculate. But, he sat back on his
haunches almost barking like a and, without touching his
penis, shot 6 huge shots of white cum, she catching each in
her mouth.
She swallowed some and then let it run out over his dick. As she
stroked his dick with her slathered hands I came one more
time from rubbing my clit.
I let out a loud groan, louder than any noise I had made yet that
night.
Meg and Kim, as if they planned it let out loud groans together,
as if they were punched in the stomach. I could see Meg from the
corner of my eye, dropping her head back resigning herself to the
orgasm.
The on the screen was just making an O with her thumb and
forefinger at the base of the cock, where it met his balls,
and drew it forward to wipe the from his cock.
Once she brought it up to a pinch at the tip she wiped the load
from her fingers to her mouth and breasts.
She looked at his dick again and he groaned a little and a pearl
size drop of came out. She licked it off, showed it to him
and swallowed.
That particular act, I thought was very sexy.
Then, she took the dick, that had been up her bowels, into her
mouth and licked it clean. She kissed him and mouthed "I Love
You" to him.
It was over. I just came my last time, a gentle soothing orgasm
from my clit.
The previous cums had desensitized me a little. But, I had found
something new with the orgasms I had from putting my fingers IN
myself.
I was steeped in my own reverie when Jenny let loose with a long
loud grunt as if she were trying to pass a bowling ball.
I was back in the room now. I was out of my sexually induced
state of private pleasure.
I put my head back and closed my eyes as I listened to the others
finish their deeds and then sigh, as I had, only to drop their
heads back to rest and contemplate what had just happened.
"If I wasn't convinced those two were not totally in love and
committed to each other, that would have been a disgusting
display", Jenny said through still slightly labored breathing. "I
can't believe how hot they made that".
" Pretty good way to sum it up, Jen", Megan said. "A lot of what
they did never crossed my mind and if someone ever suggested it,
I would have to call the Police. Good Lord Jesus Christ, that was
hot".
"I never had an O that good ever before. That guy was hot. The
girl was awesome. I imagined myself in her place. I couldn't
have done it, but I admire her for the commitment she had to her
man, his pleasure and hers.". Kim said.
"They did things I never heard or thought of either, Jen."
"I was stunned", I said. "I never thought I could get off that
much watching things like that. I agree there were things I never
heard or thought of in their repertoire. They were hot to watch.
I really got off".
We all put our heads back and let out long breaths. I think the
other three were thinking the same thing that I was;
How about the four of us, what did WE just do. We just blindly
did one of the most personal things a living creature can do, in
front of each other because we were seduced by a tape.
We were put in a sexually induced state and did something we
would never ever think we COULD do.
Was sex that powerful?
Is that why your try to keep you from being alone
together?
Would you do ANYTHING, like the in the scene, if you
were hot enough?
Do you lose all control? Could I, could we, control ourselves if
we were put in such a state?
Megan broke my thought process by throwing off her blanket and
standing up. "I don't know about you guys, but I am bushed. I
could fall asleep standing on my head. Fold your blanket and put
them on the top shelf of that closet. Kim, grab that and
put it away. I wouldn't want to forget it and have my Dad find it
tomorrow".
With that, Megan disappeared into the bathroom as we all stood up
and followed her orders. We were just putting the last blanket in
the closet when Meg came out of the john, unlocked the door to
the TV-Study room and crossed to her bedroom.
She stopped about one step out of the room and said, "Before you
guys come in my room and touch anything,. . . uhhhh . . . ummmm
. . . .wash your hands".
With that she smiled big and we all laughed. I hadn't been sure
if Meg was tired or remorseful by her robotic actions after she
got up. Now I knew she was just tired. I didn't want anyone to
feel bad about this.
Kim grabbed her tape and went into the bathroom with her shoulder
bag leaving Jennifer and me in the room.
I looked at Jenny and went to hug her, saying "Now you know, and
we know, why you did what you did when you went on your little
honeymoon with Rick. Look how easy we got carried away by just
watching that video.
Sexuality and curiosity can be very powerful. Don't ever be
ashamed about that again.
You are a fine person and a great friend. Don't let that cloud
hang over you.
It could have been any one of us".
Jen tightened her hug with me and then broke it, looking me
square in the eye. "Thanks, I was thinking the same thing and
wondered if I was fooling myself, doing so. I guess I wasn't.
Thanks. It was great to hear from you. I hope the others
understand like you".
"I'm sure they do", I said as the bathroom door opened and Kim
came out.
"Whose next", Kim blurted as she whisked past us.
"I'm so tuckered I almost fell asleep sitting on the throne".
Jen and I chuckled as Kim passed and Jen went right to the
bathroom.
"I can't hold it any longer, if you don't mind", Jen said.
"No, go ahead", I said as I picked up the room a little for Meg.
There was still a lot of Heidi Stewarts pizza left and empty soda
glasses. I turned off the and that left me in a dark room. I
felt my way to the light switch and turned it on.
Just then Meg and Kim came back in.
Meg said, "I better pick up. So my doesn't have to in the
. . . Oh, you got food and cups together. Thanks."
I noticed as Meg and Kim went around the room picking up and
straightening that they had both shed their panties. It was
easily discernable through the thin PJ bottoms.
Jen opened the bathroom door and I saw she had lost hers too. As
I made a beeline for the bathroom I knew I would get rid of mine
too, and for the same reason, they were soaking wet.
It was quite a night. I felt more like a woman, almost as if I
had sex with the guy in the video.
I sighed as I stripped off my bottoms and and sat on the
toilet. This night was going to change my relationship with
Billy. If it didn't, he would be gone from my life.
I couldn't wait for him any longer.
My sexuality was awake.
As much as I wanted to feel a inside me, I wanted it to be a
man I loved.
Also, Heidi Stewart's words rang in my ears, about how pregnancy
ruined her life. I wouldn't let that happen to me.
I kicked my aside, put on my bottoms, washed my hands,
grabbed a tissue and rolled it around my soiled underwear.
I tucked that into the waistband of my PJs and pulled my top down
over the waist. I switched off the light and went to Megan's room
where the other three had already gotten into bed or sleeping
bags.
Getting to sleep tonight would not be a problem.
If I had dreamed that night, I didn't remember. But,
as I struggled to become awake, I also struggled to
place where I was. I heard voices talking in low
tones. Suddenly the events of last night in Megan's
room came home and I realized the voices I heard. As
my eyes focused and fluttered open I heard one of the
voices, Megan's speak to me.
"Earth to Carree, welcome to reality. It's Saturday"
"Oh, good morning!" I managed.
"Not quite" said Kim, as I found the other voice that
brought me out of my sleep. "It's one thirty in the
after noon. Jennifer is in the shower. Megan's already
had hers. You and me are next, but if we want any hot
water, it might be a good idea to go down and catch a
coffee first. Jen has been in there a long time."
Just as Kim finished saying that, the door swung open
and Jennifer came in with towel wrapped around her and
another in her hair.
"What no robe, Jen?", Megan asked. "You could have
given my Dad quite an eyeful if he came up".
"I'm sure I don't have anything that he hasn't seen
before, although I would be pretty embarrassed. My
robe takes up half my overnight bag, so it was the
robe or my dryer, and I love my dryer", Jen said.
"Geez", Kim said, "You were in there an AWfully l-o-n-
g time, you could have saved US some hot water, or
were you too busy to think about us".
With that Jennifer turned a bright as she blushed
a guilty look.
"Oh my God", Megan said. "You did it again in the
shower didn't you, you horn toad".
"Sorry, I couldn't even wash without arousing myself,
besides, that is etched pretty good in my brain.
My period is due, and I'm always extra horny then",
Jen admitted.
"We weren't grilling you", I said, "Just busting on
you. YOU were the one who blushed when Meg said it".
Jen sat on her bed and began drying and combing out
her hair. We were all waiting for her to finish that
and put on some clothes so we could go downstairs for
coffee.
Meg looked around at me and said, "You and Kim better
put on some underwear too. You can see right through
your bottoms".
"I have a robe", I said. "Me too" Kim echoed." Don't
worry, we'll be decent".
It was quiet in the room for a minute while we watched
Jen stroke her hair out.
I had to get something out into the open. "Is
everybody OK with last night? No regrets? No remorse?
No great pangs of guilt? If so, lets talk about it".
"I'm OK", Meg said as Kim and Jen echoed the same. "
But" Meg continued, "Lets finish the pact we made last
night. We did, what we did, as something four good
girlfriends do, and probably do once in their life,.
together, like that. I think it made us closer as
friends and sisters. But, once we leave this room to
go downstairs, it never happened. We never mention it
again even amongst ourselves. It's gone. It's just in
our memories, and I am sure we all will remember it as
long as we live. But, it's gone. We never speak of it
again. Fair enough? I am not ashamed of it, but a lot
more can be made of it than it was, and the more we
speak of it, the better the chance it gets out."
"It sounds good to me", I said. "You're right", Jen
chimed in. "I think its best we leave it right here,
and never return to it. Kim, you can't even girl-talk
it your sisters. OK?"
"Signed in blood", Kim said.
"Say goodbye to it girls, and lets go downstairs for
coffee.", Megan said rising.
"Then Carree and Kim can shower and my Dad can drop
you home on his way to pick up my at the mall."
The door clicked shut and, as far as I know, no one,
until now, ever spoke another word about it. It was a
special night that was never repeated, at least with
me.
I couldn't wait to see Billy on Sunday night when he
got home. He had explaining to do about the he
was telling about us to his friends. He also had to
get a little aggressive with me if he really planned
on making me a part of his life. I would wait no more
for his hormones to kick in.
Sunday came and went without my even hearing from Billy and
by 7:30 I was more than peeved. I decided to call him. I
had gotten my period Saturday night and was not in the best
of moods Sunday anyway. He was going to hear from me.
When I dialed I hoped he would answer the phone so I didn't
have to make any small talk with his or Dad, and I got
my wish.
"Well, were you ever going to call me, or were you going to
let 3 whole days go by without talking to me!!", I spat
into the phone when I heard his voice.
"Well, uh.I just got home a couple hours ago and I took a
nap and." he started before I interrupted.
"A couple hours ago!! I've been staring at the phone to
make it ring and you have been home a couple hours? You
better start adding something to this relationship to make
me want to see you again. I was hoping you would miss me,
for God's sake".
"Jeepers Carree, let get a word in. I don't feel good. I
didn't want to call you feeling so rotten, so I thought a
nap would make me feel better. But, it hasn't and your call
makes me feel worse. What got into you this weekend?",
Billy questioned.
I wasn't going to let him up. "Maybe a lot got into me this
weekend. Maybe a senior picked me up at the dance Friday
and took me to the lake and...and... Oh SHIT, Billy, I got my
damned period and I feel like crap and I just wanted to
hear your voice. Then, you never called. I'm sorry for
taking my frustration, pain and anger out on you. I wanted
you to cheer me up. It's my hormones talking."
"Wow, that's the first time I EVER heard you swear. Is this
the first time you got that thing?", he stupidly asked.
"What thing?", I wanted to make sure of by asking.
"You know, that thing you just said you got today", Billy
said
"Do you mean my period?? I've been getting it for 5 years
now. Just what planet are you from Billy? Didn't your
and Dad ever tell you anything about or sex?", I
slammed back at him. I was rolling now, and I knew I had
said more than I wanted to.
Billy got defensive now, and I couldn't blame him. "You
never reported it to me before so I guess I figured you
never had it or it wasn't my business".
"Billy, you have been the only member of the opposite sex
in my life for as long as I knew there was a difference
between male and female. You are part of almost every
decision I make. WHY wouldn't it be any of your business?
What am I to you?", I screamed at him.
"I guess maybe I don't know. I thought I was going out
with the prettiest, nicest I ever knew, until she left
for her school. But, tonight I'm hearing a ferocious
fighting female who I really don't know", Billy said.
"You know me Billy, you're the only one who knows me
through and through. Just sometimes I think you are too
dense to realize it", I said.
"You didn't go up to the lake with a senior after the dance
on Friday then?", Billy asked.
"Well, what do you think? You've never even brought me up
there, so how would I know what to do? (I fired my first
shot in my quest of waking Billy up) You know I would never
go out on you. Why? Did you meet a bunch of lady hunters in
the woods who took you to their cabin to show you real
wildlife?" (My second shot), I said as he began to me
off again with that stupid question.
"Of course not. I would never cheat on you either. Boy, you
are in a mood! Listen; tell the real Carree that I will
pick her up for school tomorrow morning at 7:15, OK?
Goodnight!", he spat and slammed down the phone.
Good, I thought. I got him pissed and maybe put an idea in
his head. I don't know if my "senior at the lake" comment
got him jealous or just P O 'ed. But I think I struck a
nerve and gave him the idea that I might not be ALL his, if
he didn't treat me right. I was in a mood, though, and was
a little sorry for being so hard on him.
As I replayed the things he said to me I was struck by
something. So much so, that I called him back. He answered
on the first ring.
"Billy, What did you mean by 'going away to her school'?",
I said without even saying hello.
"You know", he answered. "When you go away to the convent
school or whatever you do when you become a nun".
"WHEN DID I EVER TELL YOU THAT I WAS GOING TO BE A NUN? WHO
GAVE YOU THAT IDEA? LOOK AT ME; DO I LOOK LIKE A NUN? WOULD
A NUN TELL YOU THAT YOU WERE A FUCKING IDIOT?", and with
that I slammed the phone down. I had never been so mad or
outraged in all of my life. I had heard, since I was in 7th
or 8th grade that I was going to be a nun, or was at least a
very holy person who was pure as the driven snow. I always
thought it was funny that people could get that idea from
impressions. In grade school I was always picked to play
Mary in the school Christmas plays. I was a slight girl,
light brown hair, blue eyes, and perfect complexion. I was,
and still am, very neat and well groomed and dressed. I
always volunteered to help the nuns with anything. Back then
we had all nuns for our teachers.It was my nature, and still is.
I would help any authority figure, any elder, who
was working for my benefit. I always figured I was known as
brown-noser or butt-kisser. But, where in hell did this nun
thing come from?
I stewed until my blood was boiling. I HAD to talk to
someone, and that someone at these times had to be Megan. I
had been in school and friends with Megan Parker since the
2nd or 3rd grade. We shared a lot. She was always my
defender. There was a real affection between us. I had
always thought that would wane once we got because of
the seemed competition put themselves through with
looks, etc. But that never happened with Meg.
Megan picked up on the first ring.
"Hi, Meg, do you have time to talk?"
"Sure, it looks like Jimmy isn't going to call tonight. He
WILL pay for this. God, don't know anything about
keeping a happy", Meg said.
"Well, that's part of the reason why I called. I finally
had to call Billy to find out they had been home for a
couple hours, so Jimmy has been home too", I informed her.
"Meg, this may be out of the blue, but, do you remember
when we talked on Friday about my status as Virgin Mary, nun
to be, candidate for the convent?".
"Yeah, Yeah, that whole thing", Meg cut me short.
"Tell me", I continued, "Where did you first hear that
notion, you know that I was going to join the convent".
"When you went on that retreat with the sisters in 7th
grade. You went with the...whatdoyacallit, practice nuns"
"Novices", I interrupted. "Sister Mary Daniel took me with 5
novices to some place near Cape Cod for a retreat. I had
never been to the ocean and one of the novices was a cousin
of my mothers. She said we could spend some time at the
beach. We ended up spending more time in chapel than the
beach, but I did get to see the ocean."
"Well, while you were gone they had us pray for everyone to
get the calling to become members of holy orders. You know
we used to do that at Friday Mass every week, but when you
were gone it was everyday during morning prayer and
announcements. Plus, your used to tell everyone that
you were interested. At least, that what my used to
tell me. You knew all this stuff was going on then..." She
said.
"Well, not to any great extent. My used to say it
would be nice if I got a vocation from God, but I had no
interest. Her cousin was a novice then and since dropped
out and got married. We had a lot of time to talk when we
went on retreat, and she told me then it was not for her.
How did this get all blown out? For Gods sake it was 5 or 6
years ago", I said.
"Sister Daniel used to tell people that someday you might
be a teacher at St. Pius and what a special relationship
you had with God." Meg recalled.
"Oh my God, Meg, she was senile THEN. After she taught us,
she must have really went off. Why didn't you ever tell me
that I was targeted like that?"
"To tell you the truth, I believed it for a long time. I
always wanted to know why you would do that with your life,
but I figured if I screwed up a vocation, I would go
straight to hell. You know how gullible you are at that
age. But, later on I knew you had no intentions. You had a
goody two shoes reputation, and that only fed it.", Meg
said.
"Well, get this", I began, "BILLY still thinks I am going
to be a nun. He said he always figured he would be with me
until I went away to, quote,' my school', unquote. He said;
"I thought I was going out with the prettiest, nicest
I ever knew, until she left for her school." "All this time
he thought that if he touched me he would be soiling a nun,
I guess. Right now I am so goddamned mad at every freaking
nun in that school, especially that relic
Daniel, who, thank God, is gone. Why didn't somebody tell
me all this crap was being said?", I shouted into the
phone.
"Part of it was what I said, you never wanted to screw up
a vocation, but I thought it was pretty obvious you had
changed your mind, if you ever thought to do it. I mean,
seriously Care, a nun built like you? You would have the
boys drooling on the desks. who can't find
become nuns, Right?."
"I don't think I'm THAT good looking but, thanks for the
vote", I said.
Meg was quick to add, "No one even wants to shower with
you, you look so awesome, Care. Don't you have eyes! I'm
proud of my body, but you look like a model. C'mon you
can't be that naive".
"My and Dad always taught me to be very modest and to
cover up, not wear any clothes that revealed too much. If
my Dad knew I wore a bikini he would have a fit. But, I
always thought of myself as average"., I said.
"Well, trust me," Meg said, "You are not average. Half the
guys in school envy Billy because he is with you".
"I am very flattered by your words Meg. But, I still cannot
believe how far this Virgin Mary and nun stuff has gone. I
think I proved to my 3 best friends this weekend that I'm
not nun material either, right?", I said.
"We don't go there, Care, but you are definitely right
about that", Meg replied.
"God, I'm going to moon at assembly next week, just to
change my image", I joked.
" You would make a lot of dreams come true if you
did", Meg chided.
"Well", I said., "At least now I know where this all came
from and how it kept feeding itself. But, it's really all
so stupid. I will have to work at changing my image. I
don't want to seem like a slut or whore, but I do want
people to be honest with me in day to day dealings, without
them thinking I am going to be a nun. And, I have to call
Billy back and do a little butt kissing. I called him a
fucking idiot. That's the 3rd time in my life I said that
word out loud. He must have crapped his pants. I'll talk to
you later Meg, and...Thanks for being honest and being my
best friend. I wish we could hug right now."
"Consider yourself hugged, I'll see you at school, Bye",
and Meg hung up.
I quickly dialed Billys number and he answered as if he
were waiting for me to call.
"Hi, Billy, it's Carree. I am so sorry for blowing up at
you before. It is a long and I am sure you will
forgive me when you hear it. I promise the Carree will
be here to get picked up at 7:15 tomorrow morning, if you
still want to see her. OK?"
"I still want to see her", he said, but added "You aren't
going to tell me that we are just friends though, are you?
I think I really love you Carree and I've been sitting here
thinking what I might have done to screw things up. I know
we are just juniors, but we are almost 18, and I feel very
good about us and..."
I had to interrupt him, "No Billy, I don't want us to end
either, and you have done nothing to make me go off like I
did. Don't beat your self up, OK? I'll see you in the
morning...and one more thing. I think I really love you too.
Sweet dreams, Bye".
Billy and I were late for first period as I spent from, the time
he picked me up, 7:15, until 8:15, explaining to Billy Wilson
that I was not going to be a nun, and that whole stupid scenario.
To me, it was as if someone told me I had a second nose on the
back of my head. That's how oblivious I was to all the
that had been told over the past few years. I told him how pissed
off I was that he never asked me about it in all the years we
were together. He said he thought it was something private
between God and me. I told him about honesty, trust and openness
in relationships. There were no secrets. I even asked him if he
was serious about wondering if I was having my first period . . .
and he was!! No doubt his had truly repressed him, but my
parents repressed me, and look what I did this past weekend.
Finally the clock began to tick towards 8:20. At 8:20 they called
all truants homes to be sure they were not coming, and not
playing hooky.
I said, "We have to go so our Moms don't get phone calls. I may
even get Heidi Stewart to forget to report us late. I'll go in
through the main door, you park your car in the back lot and come
up the hall so people don't see us together. Go right to class,
I'll have Heidi take care of things, OK?"
Billy nodded in agreement and leaned over to give me a kiss. I
pecked him on the lips, and then once on the forehead. I opened
the door and reached for his hand, I gave it a squeeze and then
held it. "Thanks for listening and thanks for understanding,
Billy. One more question . . . . All the stuff about me going to
convent, is that why you never tried to touch me, HERE" and as I
said it I placed his open hand full on my left and
squeezed with my hand. Without waiting for an answer, I got out
of the car and hurried to Heidi Stewart's office.
The school week was uneventful with Billy and I spending little
time together besides a ride home the 2 days either he or I
didn't have track, which was ending because of the weather. Those
rides were spent with small talk, and the subject of "us" was
never breached, although each time he looked at me a little smile
I had never seen appeared. It was an "I know something no one
else knows" type of smile. I looked forward to the weekend.
There was a dance at St Pius on Friday and Billy asked me if I
wanted to go or do something else. I said we should go, but then
I found out it was going to be after the basketball game. That
did not excite me. I asked Billy how much cash he could put
together if we wanted to go "out" out, like to dinner. I could
scare up about $15 of my own without asking my parents, whom I
didn't want to ask. I was hoping we could say we were going to
the game and dance, and then just show up at the dance. Billy
said he had carry-out tips from the hardware store that no one
really knew about, and he could swing most of it, if we didn't go
to fancy. (His kept him on a budget to save for college,
he saw little of what he made. He would eventually get most of
his education paid for interning with a publishing company).
We picked a quiet little owned spot in town that was
generally only busy when there was sports at the University.
Tonight was free of crowds. There were 10 tables in front room
and 6 more in the back. We asked for a table in the back to be
alone and the waitress, after some coercing by me, let us sit in
there, even though that room was usually closed when it wasn't
busy.
"Billy", I said, "We have to talk about US. I have always under
the impression that as long as things stayed the same between us,
we would be a couple forever. You, on the other hand have always
thought I was going to leave you for God. So, what am I to you.
Have you ever thought about where we could be 5 years from now,
10 or 20 years from now".
"Well, I always figured we would be friends forever, but I have
always been afraid of the day when I couldn't be with you, hold
you and kiss you goodnight.", he started." I figured there was
some time when you would no longer allow me to kiss you".
"Billy, don't get mad at me, but, how could you have been so
stupid, so thick, so untrusting of me", I said.
"Untrusting?", he interrupted.
"Yes, by not asking questions", I explained. "Did you think I was
playing a game those nights we laid on the front seat of your
car, your body pressed to mine with our mouths joined and you
clawing at my shoulders and back? When you pressed your erection
against my crotch, what did you think I was feeling? Was I just a
vessel to give your imagination a fantasy to to?"
Billy was definitely feeling uncomfortable by my words, and my
inference to his erection and masturbating. He kept looking
around to make sure no one else could hear us.
Finally he got mad and sat up in his chair and leaned over the
table to get closer to my face. He put a stern, determined look
on his face, as he squeezed my hand on the table.
"Look, maybe I am stupid about some of the things I thought about
you. Yes, I was afraid to touch you for fear I would do something
that would chase you from my life. The fact is that I know that I
am only 18, or almost, but I thought I found the person I want to
spend my life with, and I was going to lose her. Every week I
would hear things from my about 'spending your last times
with your sweetheart', and 'don't worry, after there will
be plenty of who would want a successful writer'. They made
it sound like we were 10 years old. I would really hate them
sometimes; they acted like they were glad that you were going
away to a convent. It meant that their would remain pure and
not have any distractions for college. My Dad would take me aside
and say 'don't you go and do anything to make her unfit to be a
Sister'. They filled me up with so much bullshit, oops sorry . .
. crap. It's like a weekly job of theirs to rub it in my face.
Now I want to tell them you are not going to be a nun, but I know
they will say 'What did you do to her?'. I'm going crazy Care.
You know, I want to make them happy, they are my parents, but
they seem to want to make my life miserable, like that's how it
supposed to be. They make me put my paychecks in the bank where I
can't touch them, they constantly remind me that you are not my
property, but Gods. Everything I find in my life to give me a
little freedom and make me feel good about myself, they think is
wrong. I am not stupid, I am not a child, and . . . I do really
love you".
Billy started to tear up and get real emotional. He had been
holding things in for a long time.
Our waitress just came around the corner at the end of Billy's
diatribe and saw he was upset. She looked at me, knowingly and
mouthed "I'll come back" and flashed me the OK sign.
"Billy, how could you hold so much inside for so long?", I asked.
"Our relationship is supposed to be based on honesty and you were
not honest with me if you had all that bottled up. I swear to
God, it's like the nuns put me in a soundproof room and announced
to the world that I had a vocation and anyone who said anything
to ruin it would be stricken from the earth. I even asked my
mother about it, and she said, 'don't be silly; no one thought
you were going to be a nun. My cousin Clarice took you on a
retreat once when you were 12, when she was a novice. You liked
school so much that we thought maybe you were interested in
teaching and all. Clarice wanted to be a teacher. Apparently the
nuns got wind of this and blew it all out of proportion. But, I
have no idea where your got their weird ideas".
"Oh, I do", he interrupted. "We used to have nuns to the house
all the time for Sunday dinner and my would mend their nun
clothes".
"Oh, my God, it was a conspiracy", I said as I smiled.
"Look Bill,. . . and that's all I am going to call you from now
on, Bill. Billy is a boy. Bill is a man. And, I really think you
are a man, now that you have stood up for me, and for yourself.
Look Bill, you are the only guy I have ever really known, but I
know what I like. We are two peas in a pod. People would tell us
that we don't know what anyone else is like, but I don't want to
know. You are what I want. I want to spend my life with you too.
Things may happen in our lives that will change everything, and
the way we feel about each other. But, that's what makes the
whole trip so exciting. Right now we want to be with each other,
and no one can change that but us, OK?"
With a tear in his eye Bill said "Ok, . . .umm. I love you
Carree"
I looked at him and said, "I know, I love you too", and we both
smiled and leaned over the table to kiss. It was a real Kodak
moment.
Bill looked down at the menu for a second and then looked up at
me. "You know, on Monday when you put my hand on your breast, I
really knew that all of my dreams about spending my life with you
would come true. That's how much that meant to me. And don't
think I haven't wanted to touch you, I have. I was afraid".
"I know", I said. "but you should have been more honest."
"Let me ask you a question", I began as I leaned forward with my
elbows on the table.
"Do you thinking about me?"
Shocked by my question, he answered, "No, I don't do that".
"Now BILLY, let me ask you again, because I think I already know
the answer that BILL would give if he were going to be honest.
Do you thinking about me?"
Bill looked around and said, "Yes I do, this embarrassing me".
"Well, it shouldn't, Bill, everyone does it. It's natural. I do
it thinking about you". I revealed.
Bill was bug-eyed at my words. "Those nights when you would rub
your erection against me got me excited too, you know. I want you
as much as you want me. But, I should tell you right now; we
cannot have intercourse, we can't do that. Pregnancy would ruin
everything. But we can certainly get more intimate than we have
been, OK".
"Ummm, OK. We wouldn't want to get pregnant, and we need to worry
about diseases too.", Bill said authoritatively.
"Bill", I countered, "No we don't, as long as we are the only
people we have been with. We are worry free about that. That is
why it is so important to have a trusting relationship where we
are exclusive to each other. If we have sex with another person,
then it is a problem."
"And now Bill, let's clear the air about things we say to other
people. What little fantasy of yours had me masturbating you in
your car, and then me sticking my finger in the and tasting
it, huh?"
Bill was devastated to hear me say that. He wanted to get up and
walk out. He couldn't look me in the eye. He knew I had him
trapped in his lie.
"I am so stupid. So stupid sometimes", he began to cry. "Carree,
I am so, so sorry for saying that and even sorrier that it got
around".
"Honesty, Bill, honesty", was all I had to say." Don't you know
how that made me feel? What would be worse would be if it was
true and you told someone. Things partners do intimately with
each other is private. If you do share it with anyone, for the
purpose of getting advice, or just to express personal joy, make
sure it is someone who you can truly confide in. Not with locker
buddies. Luckily for me, everyone thinks I'm Carree and
they believe the other you told".
"Other story?", Bill asked.
"You know, that I was frigid", I told him.
"Oh God, I am so stupid", Bill lamented again and began to well
up again. "Where do you get this stuff?"
"Bill, when couples get intimate, they tell each other things
they normally wouldn't, I guess. Whoever you said these things
to, told their girlfriends, and they got back to me. If they
thought they were true I probably would not have heard them.
Bill, you me awful to think you would say anything about our
intimate moments. The only thing that saved you from me wanting
to not see you again over it is, I was told all do it to
show their machismo. You have to club your prey over the head and
hang their hide at the cave door. I hope that our relationship is
deeper than a high school romance played out in the front or back
seat of a car. I want to have intimate moments with you Bill, but
they are not for broadcast, OK?"
"Bill, I am not telling you that we are going to make up for lost
time in our relationship. What I am telling you is that you
should be honest in your feelings for me. If you want to touch my
breasts, or anything else, make a move. If I am uncomfortable,
I'll let you know. Don't be afraid to express yourself to me. I
am not saying I will like, . . . or go along with your advances,
but; We will both be 18 before you know it, grown-ups. We are
both entering our sexual prime time, and its natural to have
those feelings. What's not natural is to repress them without
letting your partner know how you feel. OK?", I lectured.
Bill was still reeling over the fact I knew he had lied to his
friend or friends. He realized he had done me wrong, probably for
the first times, and probably the last, too. He had wanted a life
relationship with me and thought he couldn't get it, because I
was supposed to follow a vocation. Now, with that lifted and
seeming agreement from me about the kind of relationship we
should have, he would be more protective of lives, our private
moments and us.
The waitress came back and asked if it was a better moment now,
understanding we had to talk. We smiled and thanked her for the
few private minutes. Bill hid his face in the menu so she
couldn't see he had been crying.
We both ordered big Italian pasta dishes and ate them rapidly,
using our appetites to satisfy some of our frustrations with sex
and each other. Bill was proud to push my hand back when I went
to offer to pay part of the check. He said not to worry; he had
it all taken care of, trying to be dashing. By the time we left
the restaurant we figured the game must be close to over and if
we got to the dance afterwards, no one would have missed us. Our
plan was good as, when we got to the school the game was just
letting out and the students were milling to the school hall for
the dance.
After-Dances stink because they are so short, but it did give us
some time to mingle with friends and hold each other for a few
minutes
Being 17, we both had a curfew of midnight. The school encouraged
that curfew and therefore only allowed school sponsored functions
to last until 11:15. At 11:10 the lights went up and everyone
started heading out. Those of us that came as couples seemed to
straggle the most. Meg and Jim asked us if we wanted to go grab a
bite and coffee at a local diner, but I think Bill and I were
looking forward to being alone. If we left now and headed home,
it gave us a half hour before Bill should deposit me at the door.
I think my knew we parked at the bottom of the hill
leading up to the house. When Bill pulled in he turned off his
headlights and let the last streetlight on the city's string
light our way to a spot where I knew and Dad could see we
were there, but could not see into the car at all, it WAS a long
driveway. Whenever we got long out there my Dad always turned on
the porch light, and that usually was a silent hint that it was
long enough. Tonight was no different. Bill pulled in and switch
the lights and killed the engine right away.
"Well", he said, "here is the end of the line lady. All
passengers must alight here. But, before you do, why don't you
give the driver a little kiss?"
"Don't be such a jerk Bill, I don't kiss the bus drivers on the
first date, um . . its usually the second", I said, smiling at
his try to be cute (and he was).
"Wow, pretty good", he said as he leaned over and kissed me full
on the lips, then pecked twice there again, and then wrapped his
arms round me and hugged and kissed me deeply. After some tongue
battle he sought to push me back onto the seat.
"Wait a minute Bill, my Dad will turn the light on in 10 minutes,
do you really want to get all involved and steamy?", I asked.
"I just want to hold you and feel against me Care. I always
thought I was going to lose you and now. . . " he paused and I
took the chance to jump in.
"Now, you want to be sure you don't lose me. I know. I'm HERE
Bill. I'm with you and I want to stay with you. We are an US. I
love you", I said as I began to tear up.
With that Bill pressed his lips hard against me and I slid back
and eventually laid on the seat. He pawed my back as he held me
tight in our kiss. His knee was right between my legs as I felt
him put both hands behind me and lift me. He pulled me straight
up and then back to where I was laying on him as he was propped
up against his door. I looked down at him and smiled.
"Do I have you where I want you, or do you have me where you want
me?", he asked.
"It depends", I said pausing to tease, "on what you had in mind."
"I just wanted to feel you against me and see your face lit up by
the moon and streetlight. You're in the dark when I lay on you
the other way. You are so pretty tonight, every night, umm. . .
all the time", Bill said as he pressed his lips to mine and
pulled me close in a bear hug. In the middle of the hug I felt
his hand slide down my back to my ass and give my buttock a
squeeze.
"Wanted to see my face, Huh?" I said as he kneaded my jean clad
cheek.
"Yup", he said as he pressed his lips to mine and bent up a
little to put his other hand on my left buttock. He pulled me to
him as I crushed my against him and reveled in the
feeling of his hands squeezing and rubbing my ass. There was
definitely something going on in his pants too. I felt his
erection push right against my crotch. Our kiss became deeper and
he began pulling my ass to him in a humping motion.
I broke the kiss and said "Hold on big fella, you're getting
yourself, and", I said blushing, "ME. . . all worked up here".
"I know", he said, "but I have wanted to hold your cute butt for
so long that I couldn't wait any longer. I'm surprised you
haven't said something about the way I watch you when you walk
away from me".
A little coquettishly I said, "Gee, I never noticed".
"I bet", he said as he pulled my lips to his face, and my hips to
his, to continue our grinding kiss.
After a few minutes of this most enjoyable interplay, the big
sodium light on the front of my porch went on. My Dad was calling
me in. It was midnight.
"Damn, Bill. You see?", I said as I pulled myself off him. "All
worked up with no time. You would think he would go to bed. But,
he says he can't go to sleep till he knows I'm home safe. Being
in the driveway is home, but in the house, is what he calls safe,
I guess".
Bill sat up and I noticed he had to adjust things a little to
accommodate driving. It was probably 100 yards from where we were
parked to my porch. That big sodium light lit up the whole front
yard. Bill started the car and eased up the drive.
Knowing how hot I was, I knew I was going to get some relief once
I got in bed. I looked at Bill and said, "think of me later,
OK?", and I pecked him on the lips, then, without really thinking
about it I patted him lightly right at the top on his bulge. With
that, I scooted over and opened the door.
"Goodnight Bill. I'll be thinking of you too", I teased as I let
him know my intentions as well.
I went to run the couple steps to the stairs and I heard the
window come down and I turned. "Goodnight Carree, I love you",
Bill said smiling.
"I love YOU", I said turning and going to the door. The car
didn't move until I got inside, I knew he was watching my ass as
I disappeared into the house. My Dad was not around but I saw
their bedroom light go out under their door just after I switched
the porch light to the "motion" setting.
This was the first night Bill had really become aggressive in his
affection toward me and I loved it. I had been worried that he
was afraid of it or me. I guess all he needed was my green light.
He certainly got me all hot and bothered in just a few minutes.
Besides the fact that I really loved him, he was a good-looking
guy with rugged looks. He was slim, but had an athletic body. . .
and had a nice butt too. I couldn't really tell how big he was
"down there", but it seemed large enough from feeling it pressed
against me. I was unsure if the ones I had seen in Kim's porno
movie were normal or extra large. All I knew is that I loved to
think about Bill and how might look standing there before me
naked.
I went to the bathroom, urinated, stripped down to my and
went across the hall to my room after depositing my clothes in
the hamper. I took the super large t-shirt from the back of my
bedroom door, slid it over my head and slipped into bed. Well,
almost. I stopped as I began to get under the covers to remove my
panties. They would just be in the way tonight.
I did not aggressively just "do" myself that night. I remember
laying there thinking about what my sex life with Bill might be.
I know that straight intercourse was out. I had read about and
knew too many who ended up pregnant using the "safe"
methods of birth control. The day or two following the end of a
period should be safe, and doing it during a period should be
safe, but both of those methods had a failure rate. Being on the
pill, plus using a condom also had a failure rate. Any risk at
all was too great. I remember hearing an analogy that said;
Suppose there were a plane taking off with 300 people on board,
and they told you that one of the 300 would not be alive when it
landed, would you get on it? . . . and the answer is "of course
not". If there were any chance that you might be the one, why
take it. The same thing applies to risk of pregnancy. I would
take no chances.
I wondered what it would be like to hold Bill's penis in my hand
and stroke it for him, how would he use his hands to get me off?
Would masturbating each other be satisfying? I know that working
ourselves up in the car and then going home alone to finish the
job seemed stupid, when we could be "making love" by doing it for
each other. How about doing ourselves in front of each other.
Oooo, that sounded sexy. It was about here, at this thought
juncture that my orgasms took over my thoughts . . . and as I
panted in the afterglow, I drifted to sleep.
The next thing I knew my was trying to wake me. "Carree, you
can't sleep all day. It's after 11 o'clock. Megan Parker has
called for you twice already this morning. Your Dad and I are
leaving to go to help paint at the Church for a while. I told
your you had to study and couldn't go. He thinks you
should be there. So, don't have too much fun here. We will be
home by 3 or 4. And, why do you leave your underwear lying around
on the floor? Carree!! Are you awake?"
"Yes Mother", I groggily answered. " I heard you. I'll call
Megan. I don't think I'll be going anywhere, and I really might
study a bit. Thanks for covering for Dad, and I'll pick up my
room. Bye"
Gee Mom, I thought to myself. Haven't you ever diddled yourself
to sleep and left your underwear on the floor? My and Dad
were both still quite attractive, but the way they beat a path to
the church, it's hard to believe they were as nasty as I had been
recently, or maybe that's why they did go to church. Trying to
save themselves.
What did Megan want? I jumped in the shower with the intention of
calling her as soon as I got out. While showering I began to make
extra sure my . . err . . was extra clean. It
didn't take much to get off a little before I heard the doorbell
ringing over and over. I look out the window and from the
upstairs bath I could see Megans car in our drive. I
banged on the window to let her know I knew she was there and
hoped she figured I was in the shower.
I did a quick rinse and dry, wrapped a towel around myself and
went down to let Meg in.
"Your saw me at the gas station and said you were home and
that I should make sure you were awake.", she said.
"I was just going to call you when I got out of the shower. She
said you called twice, what's up?", I asked.
With that Meg began crying and said something unintelligible
about Jimmy.
"What is the matter Meg, calm down and talk to me"
"It's Jimmy. He wants me to go away with him again, and I told
him that we couldn't fuck anymore. It was too risky. He's tried
to get me to do it in the car every time we are together, it
seems. I told him that I love him and I love to do it too, but I
can't risk getting pregnant. He says I'm a big baby and maybe he
shouldn't be going out with someone so young", Meg blubbered.
"God, Meg, he's only a year than you, it's not like he's
25. You can't let him pressure you into sex, that's rape. What
brought all this on?", I asked.
"I don't know, maybe he just wants to move on. I really thought
we were special. I gave him my virginity!!" she said with tears
running down her cheeks. " I thought he was special and would
love me. Instead he wants to just use me to, to
. . . get laid, as he says. I think he gets pressure from his
friends who go away on weekends a lot with their girlfriends. I
don't know what to dooo" she tearfully said.
"Meg, you have to stand firm with him. If that is all he needs
you for, you might better move on. I know you don't want to hear
that, but. . . " I said.
With that I went to sit down when I realized I wasn't dressed.
"Here, wait for me a second while I get dressed and we can talk
more, OK?"
I went upstairs and got some clothes on while thinking about her
dilemma. Jimmy always seemed like he was the best thing for her,
but now he was being an asshole over sex. I know that they had
made love twice, but Heidi Stewarts lecture had really made her
think twice about pre-marital intercourse. I went back downstairs
to find Meg on the sofa.
"Meg, what if you give in to him, and then he leaves you anyway?
How stupid would you feel then. Look at Jennifer. Look how she
got burned when Rob went to college. Jimmy will be away at school
and you will be here at St Pius. Can you trust him?", I asked.
"Probably not. No trust means no love. That's what really hurts.
I know there is no way I can stay with him" she said as the water
works opened again.
"Megan, you HAVE to tell him that. Give him the ultimatum that if
he can't be trusted if you don't 'come across', maybe you should
move on", I advised.
"That's what I wanted to do, I guess I just needed a second
opinion. I should have known it was too perfect, once I gave into
him the first time. We've done other things together, but he
wants to go all the way, all the time. I even said that maybe I
could, you know, do the other thing. Umm. . . with my mouth?
He's all for that, but I don't want to do it in a car or off in
the woods. It seems so tawdry, so whorish. " She said as the
tears began to flow freely again. "He says if he is going to pay
for a motel room to get a blowjob, he would just hire a
prostitute. THAT'S why I know its over".
Meg", I began. "Maybe you should get together and talk. What you
are saying doesn't sound like Jimmy. Maybe he said some things he
didn't want to in the heat of the moment. He maybe IS getting
pressure from his friends to get someone who can go away with
them on weekends. Meg, if that is the case and he would dump you
to be on the right side of his friends, he isn't the right guy.
He needs to grow up".
"Everything you are saying, I know!" Meg said. "I just wanted to
hear it from someone else". With that Meg fell into me and we
hugged and I comforted her.
Through her tears she said, "Love and sex are so goddam
confusing".
Didn't I know that! Bill had me so horny and wanting that I felt
guilty about my masturbating. I began to feel that I was the only
person in the world who knew the secret of self abuse, and I was
abusing it.
"Meg, as long as we are hashing out problems, can I ask you a
question that is pretty personal?" I asked. "Maybe in your
emotional state you might want to wait to get into this, I can
wait."
"NO!" she interrupted. "Please go ahead. I may be a basket case
right now, but I can always try to help you out, you are like my
sister"
"I'm glad you feel that way, because I am lost without a real
one. Anyway. . . if I told you that I was playing solo with
myself, you know . . like. . . getting off, umm a couple times a
week or more, would you think I was , I don't know, . . a perv or
something?",I said without really looking her in the eye.
"God, NO. My sis, Terry, told me once that she Jilled everyday of
her senior year and right through college", Meg said.
"Jilled?" I asked.
"You know, males Jack off, females Jill off, like Jack and Jill?
Get the picture? Anyway, I forget how the subject came up, . . .
Oh, we were talking about stress and dealing with and school
and keeping marks up, the whole deal. Terry said she swore it was
the great stress reliever. If it makes you feel any less guilty,
I'm as bad as you. I get a better, rush, I guess is the word,
alone. Terry said that until you get into getting oral sex, it's
the best way to ease your stress and put a smile on your face.
But, I fear the unknown of that whole thing. Geez, Carree, you
got me doing true confessions here. Jimmy and I play with each
other sometimes when we park, but he's never tried to . . . go
down. He wants to be the macho lover and stick it in me every
night, but it seems like he's not interested in my needs, just
getting himself off" Meg confessed.
"You mean", I began, "the times you did it, you weren't
satisfied. . . you didn't . . ."
"Yeah, I did, but, the first time I was alone afterwards, I
always finished it. Maybe a more experienced lover would make a
difference, but learning together is supposed to be fun too.
Jimmy just wants to put notches on his bedpost, it seems."
"Well", I said, "Bill and I are just beginning to . . a . .
experiment a little, and I'm thinking it would be sort of
exciting to watch each other . . . . do it. He can see what makes
me happy. I would love to watch him. We've never seen each others
bodys and I want to make little moments like that special. Megan,
I really love him, that Bill Wilson. He is so na<ve in some ways,
but is so focused in others. He knows what he wants to do with
his life. He's written some great short full of
imagination. He writes term papers like novels as if his life
depended on them. I read his stuff and he makes me feel shallow,
and I know I'm not. He devours a couple newspapers a day; he's
such an information junkie. Yet, I had to put his hand on my
breast to show him that it was there."
I paused a long time and then looked at Megan, "I want to get
with him Meg. Am I stupid to think that I have found the right
guy and I'm not out of high school yet?"
"That's a great question, Care. The mere fact you ask it of your
self tells me that you are aware of the pitfalls in a
relationship. Heidi tells me that me, you, Jennifer, Kim, Billy .
. er . . Bill, sorry, and Brad are the only ones in our class
that will be 19 when we graduate. Do you think it's a coincidence
that we are all connected and, I dunno, . . . more that
some of the others? I think each of our held us back
because we were born late in the year. Heidi said there was a
baby boom amongst Catholics after the Pope issued a new
encyclical about birth control, I think for New Years. Catholic
Schools were going to be overcrowded, so our had us start
late to school. Ain't that weird? But, anyway, if you started
school on time, you would be an 18 year senior come June.
But, you'll be 19. There are lots of who know the 'right'
guy by then. So, don't worry about it and go with the flow."
"I guess that's all I can do, right now. I just want to push this
relationship into a physical stage. It makes me feel kind of
cheap, in some ways, after all the things our mothers said we
shouldn't do. But, now you realize they all did the same things,
probably, when they dated. Too bad we can't ask them for advice
about what to do.", I said.
Yes, I can see it now, umm, "Mom I happened to see you going down
on Pop one night. Do you think you can give me some pointers".
"They tell us that we can ask them anything, but . . .how could
you ask about sex?"
Just then the phone rang, and it was Bill. His uncle had let him
out of work early because it was slow. He wanted to stop by and
take me to lunch. I was feeling peckish, not having had
breakfast, so I agreed. He would be round in about 5 minutes. As
soon as I hung up, the phone rang again and it was my Mom,
reminding me to call Meg. I told her that she was there already.
She also reminded me to put the Saturday evening dinner in the
oven at 4:30. They would be later at the church than they
thought, but would be home to serve dinner by 6 or so. had a
pot roast with veggies all put together in the fridge.
After hanging up I smiled to Meg and said, "Speak of the devil,
that's was Bill and he is taking me to lunch. I'd guess to one of
the finer establishments in our fair city, like McDonalds. His
uncle let him off early, it's slow."
"Well, I'll just get going then and let the perfect couple have
the afternoon", Meg said. "Thanks for talking with me and giving
me a shoulder to cry on".
With that we hugged and I told her be strong and let the Jimmy B
situation either work itself out, or to cut bait. She really
loved the guy, but no way should she be railroaded into risky
sex. I really liked Jimmy and I thought they made a great couple.
I hope they could work things out.
I had a couple minutes to get ready for lunch with Bill.
Megan let herself out as I ran up the stairs in twos to get
changed. My hair was dry but I hadn't done a thing with it. I
spritzed it quick and blew it out to give it a little shape. I
guessed my jeans were OK, but I needed a better top than my St
Pius t-shirt. I slipped it off and found my Winter Olympics
Sweatshirt and put that on. As the fleece inside ran over my
nipples I was reminded I didn't have bra on. I slipped out of the
shirt as I was searching for one in my drawer when I thought;
maybe I can give my Bill a thrill with his lunch today. I slid
the sweatshirt back on, sans a bra, and went down stairs. Bill
was pulling up the drive as I hit the bottom step. I was at the
closet getting a coat when I heard the screen swing open. He
knocked on the window and I looked to see him smiling at me. I
hadn't expected him to come in at all, and here he was opening
the door and letting himself in.
"Hi Bill, aren't you the lucky one, getting off from work early
on a Saturday", I said.
Yeah, the only big customer I had was the church picking up
gallons and gallons of paint, plus all the extras. They rented
scaffold and everything. I had a nice talk with your and Dad.
They told me that their was home cleaning her room and
talking to Megan. When my uncle said I could leave early, I don't
know WHY I thought to call you", Bill said with a goofy grin on.
"William Wilson, did you come over here to take advantage on
their poor daughter?" I asked as cutely as I could.
Then Bill, turning dead serious said, "I just thought it was a
nice time to be alone together. I don't mean to be forward, if
you think I really came here to take advantage of the situation.
Let's go grab lunch."
"OK, I'm famished," I said and went for the door.
"Lordy, you must be hungry, You didn't even kiss me hello yet",
Bill said.
"I kiss better in the car, c'mon let's go", I said as I led the
way out.
Once in the car, I did lean over and gave Bill a nice smack on
the lips, then a second, then a third and then a long kiss to say
a real hello.
He pulled back from me and looked me right square in the eyes as
if he had the most important thing to say, and said "Hi".
"Hello", I said and kissed him again. "Feed me", and off we went.
We made small talk on the way to town and no mention was made of
the previous night until we passed school.
"Your Dad didn't give you hard time last night, did he", Bill
asked.
"No, he's just making sure I get home safe", I said.
Bill slowed by the Diner and said," Here?"
I thought for a second and then quickly pointed ahead to
McDonalds. "No, there, and go to the drive-up, get it to go, and
we can go back to my house. My empty, parentless house", I said
with a sly smile.
"You sure, Care, I don't want you to get in trouble", he asked.
"Don't worry, we should be alone for at least a couple hours" I
said.
In 10 minutes we were driving up the drive to my house with a
couple burgers and fries and shakes. My mind was off food,
though, as I thought about what might happen if left alone with
Bill. I was excited.
We went into the house and were sure to lock front screen, so if
anyone came they would have to knock. It only locked from the
inside. It locked by itself if it slammed, so the locking was pre
alibi-ed. The back was always locked anyway.
We went to the couch and spread the food on the coffee table. We
ate and talked, but we both had other things on our minds. We
finished up quick and both made juvenile noises with the straws
to signal the ends of our shakes. I gathered the empty bags and
stuff and put them in the basket. I grabbed a couple schoolbooks,
put them on the dining room table and opened them with a yellow
pad set aside with a couple pencils. I skewed 2 dining room
chairs and went back to the living room. "If they come home, go
right to the dining room table where we are studying, OK?", I
told Bill. "But, we should be OK until at least 4:30".
"You sure about this, Care?" Bill asked.
"Hey, I haven't promised anything, so don't make any big
assumptions", I said, but, I couldn't hide my smile.
I plopped down beside Bill and all of a sudden I felt cheap.
Something planned didn't have the excitement of something
spontaneous. I looked at Bill and said, "We're bad, ya know. Last
night, humping like a couple dogs in heat, getting all worked up.
Now, all of a sudden I feel like we are here for the sex of it,
and not for each other"
"Carree, I'm here because I love you and want to be with you. How
often do I, . . . do WE, get a chance to lay and hold each other.
How often can I whisper my hopes and dreams for the future with
you? How often can I just look into your eyes and read them, and
you mine? Communication is the whole thing. Even going 'all the
way' is communication. I know, and you know, that really 'doing
it' is out of the question. There's too many risks with our
future planning. We have to be able to dictate the paths we take.
You getting pregnant would dictate too much for us. Don't think
I'm here to get my first screw, lay, whatever you want to call
it. Last night when you told me to think about you later? . . .
THAT was making love. You know how ah . . . umm . . . excited I
was. I stayed that way until I got into bed. I lay there thinking
about you. In my mind, I made love to you."
Bills words turned my mood around. I was back to feeling hot
about the afternoon. Being with Bill.
"Bill, I thought about you, too, ya know. You had me pretty
excited and I wanted to love you up too. I'm glad we can talk so
openly about it. Just think of a couple getting themselves all
worked up, going home and 'doing it' and never making mention of
it to the other, when the other is the reason they got so worked
up. We were probably doing it together last night. I thought
about that as I . . . did it. I have to confess, this morning you
still had me flustered when I showered and I . . . did it again.
You must think I'm awful".
"No, not awful!" Bill said . "That's beautiful that we can
conjure images of each other and become so excited, don't you
think? Some have to get porno or girlie magazines to
get themselves in such a state. Hell, I did THOSE things before
we started getting serious about our affections"
I could wait no longer and leaned over and kissed Bill full on
the mouth, opening it as our lips met. We tangled tongues as he
pulled me to him and then shifted to where he was pinning me to
the back of the couch. He brought a knee over and straddled me
sitting there. My tiny body easily fit between his athletic legs
as we held the same kiss and he held my face in his hands. He
pulled away from my lips for a second and said smiling an impish
smile "Wow, now THIS is a kiss", then turning a serious look he
added " and you are so, so beautiful". He once again tried to
devour my face as we returned to swapping tongue lances. He broke
the kiss and trailed kisses across my face, over my forehead and
down my neck and to my ears. He was electric and his kisses were
giving me shocks all the way down to my center. Somewhere in this
frenzy of kisses one of his hands must have left my face because
I felt it touching my through my sweatshirt. He was gently
kneading and squeezing me. God, how I wanted him to pinch my
nipple! Then he did put my nipple, now hard and budded, between
his thumb and forefinger and rolled it. I reached and put my
fingers over his and pinched with him, I groaned and he got the
idea. Then he repeated the same massage with my other breast. I
was flying now. I wanted him so badly. At that moment I
understood how accidental pregnancies happened.
"Let me get up", I told him and he swung his knee back to my left
side. I pushed him back and suddenly I was straddling him sitting
just above his crotch. I looked down at him and he had such a
love struck look on his face. I smiled at him, crossed my arms
and grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt. I pulled it up and over
my head, revealing my entire upper body to him for the first
time. His eyes glued to my breasts.
"Oh my God, you look spectacular" he said before whispering, " My
God, My God, My God" as he reached for them. He held them in his
hands like two treasures.
"You are even more beautiful than I ever imagined Carree" he
said as his voice broke and tears filled his eyes. I bent over
and pressed my to his chest and kissed him deeper than I
ever had. We held that long kiss for a minute or more.
Then, as I sat back up I must have shifted a little, because when
I sat up I could feel his hardness against my ass and pussy. I
tried to be careful not to put all my weight on it. HE brought
his hands up and cupped my again and then slid his hands
to their sides while pulling me towards his mouth. He gently
kissed one nipple, then the other. Then he took the first one
again and kissed it, then enveloped it in his mouth. Flicking his
tongue over it. I had no idea this could feel this good and how
much it affected the sensitive parts between my legs. After fully
sucking and trying to get the whole in his mouth, he did
the same to the other.
"Oh God Bill, Ohhhhh God" I said as I began to rock on his
hardness a little. I was cumming. It wasn't a big orgasm, but it
caught me by surprise. I didn't know I could do that without real
direct stimulation. I sat up and pulled my from his mouth
and rode the lump in his pants like a jockey at the finish line.
After 6 or 8 ruts I came again not letting on to Bill I had just
got off. But, I just had to get up. My became bunched
next to my vulva and the hard cotton of the seam of my jeans was
rubbing me the wrong way.
"Oh, Bill" I exclaimed as I unashamedly rubbed my crotch through
my jeans. "It's so sensitive down there and my jeans are rubbing
it raw". With that I ran to the bathroom, half embarrassed and
half because I didn't want to my pants. I sat on the john and
tried to go but the urge passed. Then I wondered about the
in the video, the squirter. Was that what I felt coming on? I let
the thought pass as I didn't want to ruin Bills moment or mine. I
slid my back up and arranged them between my legs so the
jeans couldn't rub me. When I returned to the couch, Bill was
lying in the same position with his hand over the lump in his
pants. It was then I got the idea.
"Bill, how would you like to watch me" I asked.
"Watch you what?" he said perhaps a little confused over the
fact he was rubbing his penis through his pants and didn't seem
to mind that I saw him.
"Get off, masturbate, Jill off, whatever you want to call it", I
answered.
"Jill off? "he said, confused.
"You know Jack and Jill. Jack off, Jill off, male, female", I
said explaining.
"Man, you have a whole new vocabulary I will have to learn
. . . Of course I would like to watch, but can I touch?", he
asked.
"No, not me, nor yourself, not this time. Just watch and see how
I do it. Talk to me as I think about you, us" I said. "Then I
will watch you, how you do it. We can both learn. Wow, is this
intimate or what? Just talking about it is getting me . .
.crazy!".
"Let's do it" Bill said sitting up.
Reminding him I said, "Remember, no touching, and believe me I
would love to have your hands all over me. But just watch and see
what I do, what I look like. I've wanted this for a while but
never dreamed we could do it so soon. I would never do it in the
dark or in a car. I've wanted you to really SEE me the first time
I am naked in front of you."
With that I had him sit on the arm of the couch looking at me.
"I'm going to take the rest of my clothes off Bill, and then lay
down on the sofa. This is a big step for us. Talk to me, OK?"
He just nodded as he glued his eyes to me.
I unbuttoned my jeans and slid down the zipper. I put the palms
of my hands on my hips, inside my jeans and slid my hands down,
bringing my jeans off my hips. I reached down and pulled the
narrow leg part past my calf on each side, and then just stepped
out of my jeans. I was only in my in front of him. I
turned around to show my ass to him and hooked my fingers in the
sides of my underwear and slid then down to a puddle of silk on
the floor.
"My God, Carree" he said with his voice cracking again and his
eyes welling up. "You are so beautiful, almost like a dream. In
my wildest fantasies, you were never this beautiful. You are the
loveliest creature God ever put on the earth"
I was flattered to no end by his words. I flushed and then turned
a knee and covered my breasts. "Bill, you're embarrassing me"
"There is nothing to be embarrassed about Carree, you are just .
. . just . . . man, there are no words"
With that I did a little pirouette and he said, "Stop, oh Lord,
your backside, your beautiful ass, what a sight. I have dreamed
of looking at that for a long time, and you know it. I know you
catch me looking all the time".
I was totally embarrassed, but flattered by his words. I
finished my turn and sat on the sofa stretching my legs out as he
turned and sat perched on the arm looking over me.
I had become more aware of how well put together I was in recent
months. I always knew, and thought, I was pretty. But, my and
Megan and some other friends went out of their way to say how
particularly fine my body was. Now, for once I was very proud of
the way I looked and the effect it had on Bill. If I could change
one thing, it would have been to have a bikini trim. I always
kept my pubic hair trimmed as far down my stomach and abdomen as
I could, so none would show above bikini panties, but the rest I
never worried about until bathing suit season. Now with this new
found 'sex life' I would have to trim more. Kim had told me that
she shaved it off entirely and it was great. That was something
to think about.
It also occurred to me that Bill had never even seen me in a
bikini. Whenever we went to a pool or lake it was always a school
function or with our families. I wasn't allowed to wear anything
revealing then. I only wore bikinis to tan or go to my
girlfriend's pools. He had never seen my body.
I wasn't quite sure how to begin my little show with Bill. I
decided a narrative might be sexy for him and provoke questions
from him.
"Bill, when I get home at night from being with you in your car,
I always feel hot. Your touching and rubbing against me
stimulates me. Once I begin to get stimulated, this whole area
(moving both hands in a V over my pussy) gets engorged with
blood, just like you do. This is my vagina, or I call it my . . .
pussy. Never the C word, I don't like that. (Bill was watching
me, first my eyes, then my hands, back and forth.) Then the
natural lubrication begins to work. My body thinks I am going to
have intercourse so it provides lots of slippery-ness. It makes
my pants wet. Bill, YOU make my pants wet. (He was still staring
but now rubbing his hands up and down the fronts of his thighs
and rocking a little, back and forth). With the blood rushing to
that area I am more sensitive and my clitoris becomes more
pronounced. (I was parting my vaginal entrance to show him my
clitoris) I call that little bud my clit. I don't have to touch
that much to get a big reaction from my body. That's what gets
stimulated during intercourse. It doesn't have to be directly
touched. Sometimes I just go inside a bit with my finger (now I
was doing so) without really touching my clit, I can still get a
big one. But, when I need relief, my clit is what I rub. (I drew
my fingers up so my clit was between my middle and forefinger) I
jiggle it between these fingers, Uhhh!, (I drew a quick breath)
until it gets , Uhhh!, REAL sensitive Uhhh! Then, I press my
fingers together and ride my clit in the groove between them,
stroking. Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Now, I'm getting real close to
a big orgasm and the nipples on my are hard and need some
attention. I pinch and squeeze them, Goddddddddd, that feels
soooo goood! (I drew my knees up as my orgasm built) Now I'm
drawing my body up getting ready to go over. You always look at
my ass Bill, do you see it now. With my legs drawn up, Uhhh!
Uhhh!, you can see the 2 halves, can't you. (Bill was nodding,
still rubbing his thighs) You can see everything now Bill (I was
panting furiously) all the most private parts. They're all for
you,Uhhh! Uhhh! Bill!
ALL!!
Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!
FOR!!
Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!
YOU!!
Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!
With that, I went into a little orgasmic convulsion, my
legs up tight to my chest then stretching them down pointing my
toes, all without breathing. I assume I was pretty from
holding my breath as the orgasm hit me and overtook me. Bill
looked stunned and concerned as I struggled to breath. My clit
became so hard and sensitive I could no longer touch it, it was
electric. I was incredibly wet and little drops of water were on
my hand (Maybe I had squirted a little) as I brought it up meet
my other hand cross clasped on my chest as the orgasm ebbed and I
began to draw air. I vibrated and my legs spasmed straight out
and up off the couch in 3 rapid-fire jolts. I was still
the same breath, deep and rasping, and then I let everything go,
the breath, and all my muscles. I lay there, a limp rag, like a
washcloth dropped in the shower.
"Ohhhhhh", I exclaimed, "that was awesome. Bill, do you see what
you do to me?"
Bill was almost catatonic. He was looking at me as if I had just
had an elephant fly out of my nose.
"Incredible", he said. "Just incredible. No, Wonderful! To see
you in such ecstasy almost made me, uh . . .you know . . . do it
in my pants. You really lose it. Did it feel as good as it
looked?"
"Better", I whispered. "Better because you were here with me. It
was you touching me, filling me that made me so crazy".
With that, I pulled myself up to a sitting position, Indian style
in the corner next to the arm of the couch. I reached down and
grasped my knees with my forearms and pulled myself in a tight
ball. I knew my and butthole were right out there as Billy
stared.
"Now, YOU have some business to take care off before you burst
out of your pants."
I sprang to my feet on the couch and stepped off. I gathered my
clothes and went towards the bathroom.
"I need the bathroom and will get dressed. There should only be
one of us nude at a time here in case someone comes home. One of
us can run to the bathroom to dress while the other goes to the
table to, . . . HA . . . study!"
As I sat on the john I was aware that I was wetter than ever and
it was different than usual. I really did think I squirted a bit.
As I remembered, this sort of came from a G-spot
orgasm. I would have to get to the library again. But, I had more
important things at hand (no pun intended). I wanted to see Bill
and that beautiful penis I have been imagining. I wanted to
see it work. Geez, I was probably going to have get off again
after his show. Oh well . . .
"Carree!!" Bill called me just as was about to open the bathroom
door.
"I'm right here, Bill. Is everything alright?" I said.
"Yes, no ones coming or anything I just thought you would be
sooner than that", Bill said.
"Oh, I said with a sly grin, "can't wait to put on a show for
me?"
"No, just nervous as hell. You knew how to push my buttons as
well as yours. I don't know if I can be as much of a turn on as
you are".
"You have to be kidding me, Bill", I said. "You will be just
fine. The reason for this is to see what we do to relieve the
sexual tensions we raise in each other, and to become better
acquainted with each others bodies."
All the while throughout this little conversation I was backing
him into the living room to the back of the sofa. When we reached
it I fell into his arms and we embraced and kissed, deeply. He
broke the kiss and held his lips close to my ear. He whispered to
me, "You are a truly incredible female to have that much passion
within yourself. To know that it is for me is overwhelming. I
love you so much."
"Oh, I love you so much too, Bill. Do you think I could ever do
that with anyone else? We are each other's soul mate. I have been
so mad at you twice this week, and each time I just needed one
look at you to ease my anger and look at the situation
differently. I loved putting on a little show for you. I've
always wanted to make the first time you saw me 'au natural' to
be special, and not in a car, or hiding someplace.'
"But, now . . . I want to see you".
As I finished that sentence I pulled back to look in Bills eyes,
and he was tearing up once again.
"What is it with you Bill? I've never known you to be so
emotional. I've seen you cry, or come close to it 4 times in the
last 2 days", I queried.
With that, the water works opened and Bill spoke through his
tears. "Carree, please understand how much I love you and how
helpless I felt knowing I was going to lose you. Seemingly, there
was nothing I could do about it. Now, in the matter of a few days
I am living the dream I thought could not possibly come true. I
used to fantasize about what life would be like when we were
alone, and maybe someday even married, with children. Those
fantasies would always crash. Now, they don't seem like fantasies
and I am full of emotion at that thought. Sorry, but I just love
you so."
"Bill, don't worry". I said. "I'm here, you are here, and we are
here. If we work at it, all of our dreams will come true." I said
as I moved from Bills embrace and went to the spot he occupied
when I showed him myself.
"Bill, show me how you do it. Show me your body. Show me what I
do to you", I pleaded with him.
"OK, here goes", he said as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "I
guess the same rules apply to you, you can't touch me or yourself
. . . WAIT, you can touch me if you want. It's up to you. Your
hand might be nice."
With that Bill stripped off his shirt, and then made muscleman
poses. "Bill", I asked, "are you stalling?"
"No Carree, I've never done this before. If you know a better
way, maybe you should help", he said.
"Bill, I've never seen a in the altogether before. Well, in
pictures I have but . . ." I started but was stopped by the snap
of Bills jeans being undone. He looked right at me and drew down
his zipper and said "Well, little lady you're about to see a
in the 'altogether' "
With that, his jeans fell to the floor. He stepped out of them
and turned to me. Did you guess boxers or briefs?"
"Stalling", I said with a little faux irritation implied.
With that he reached into his boxers to protect himself and
peeled the waistband past his penis and balls, and then down his
legs. He stood there for a moment, and I waited for a pose, as I
looked at his penis, standing at attention before me. He didn't
pose, but said, "Your pirouette", and turned slowly around.
"You like my ass, Bill. But, you also have a spectacular ass,
although much harrier than mine", I giggled.
He wiggled his butt effeminately for effect and turned around.
His penis was erect and standing away from his body.
"How do you walk with those things?", I asked.
"When they are in this state we usually aren't walking. But, if I
should (he took a few steps) it bobs like a roosters head when
he's pecking. That's why they call them peckers or cocks. I
prefer dick or cock. How 'bout you?"
"I usually say penis or dick, not that I spend a lot of time
talking about them, and . . . uhh, stalling", I said.
"Stop the stalling comments." he laughed. "I'm nervous, and why
would I stall with this thing hurting more and more?"
With that he sat on the couch and swung his legs up and slouched
to a lounging position.
"Hurting?", I asked.
"After it's been hard for awhile with no relief it begins to
from being full of blood and the natural function of the body is
to send more blood, causing it to ache. That's when I squeeze the
head here. To relieve that pressure."
He put his hand around the base of if and began to move it up and
down over the length. His hand covered about three quarters of
the length; I estimated it was about 8 inches long. It looked big
and fat to me.
"Why is the skin moving like that", I asked never seeing that
before.
He looked at me sheepishly, saying "I'm not circumcised, is that
all right? I have a foreskin. See how it covers the head when I
stroke it up? When I go soft it slides up and protects it. Cosmo
says women prefer uncircumcised, last longer and are more
sensitive".
"Ummm",I said. "I don't have a preference as you are the first
man I ever saw. Bill, I love YOU, that makes no difference."
He began to stroke his dick in earnest, groaning every few
seconds saying how good it felt. Then his slid his hand down to
hold his ball sack, which appeared to be shrinking.
"What's happening to the sack, it's round and not hanging now", I
asked.
"Ask questions later, babe, I have concentrate on something", he
said panting.
"Can I get closer to watch and look? I think your penis . . .or
DICK is fascinating", I asked.
"Anything you want, just let me go", he said with his face
flushing while he stroked.
I moved from the arm of our sofa and knelt on the floor and
watched closely as he stroked. He removed his hand from his balls
and placed it firmly on the side of his leg. He said I could
touch, so I reached over and held that sack in my hand. He
stopped stroking right away.
"What are you DOING babe, c'mon Care, I was just about to blow!!,
Bill cried out.
"You said I could touch, so I did", I defended myself.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to holler at you, I was just about
2 or 3 strokes away and you broke my concentration", he said.
"You sure are strange creatures", I said as I moved my hand
from his sack to his penis. "Here, let me feel, as long as you
stopped", I said.
I ran my hand along it length like he did and it felt strange but
wonderful in my hand. There was a power you could feel in it.
"Am I doing it right?", I asked.
"Yes, keep going, but I've lost my concentration, now", he said.
"Just keep going and it will come back".
I sped up my stroking and it felt great in my hand. At one point
he reached down and sort of took over for me closing his eyes.
"Here, let me. I don't want to lose it again", he said.
"Go, baby. for me", was all I could say as I watched.
After another 5 or 6 strokes I spoke out loud a thought I had, "I
could kiss that, easy. It's such a wonderful part of you".
Bill stopped abruptly.
"Carree, come on. What did you say THAT for", Bill whined.
"Well, I could. It's pretty and a part of you. I always thought I
would be afraid of oral sex, but . . . " I started before he
cried out again.
"It's not WHAT you said, it was saying anything that broke my
concentration. I let you just go off, didn't I? Now, besides
stopping me, you have me thinking about you kissing me there. How
much do you think a guy can take? Sit back up there or sit away
on the floor. No more touching or talking. You wanted to watch
me, and I want to show you. LET ME"
"OK, Bill I'm sorry. At least now we can never tell our friends
what our first real fight was about", I said smirking.
"You are something else Carree, I'm glad YOU can make jokes
about it", he said chuckling. "Now can I just jerk off in peace?
. . . Wow, I'll never use that line again".
With that, Bill laid back and closed his eyes and began to stroke
his dick with uninterrupted resolve. He began to talk in a low
whisper. "Carree every time I do this I'm thinking of you, and do
you know what I'm doing to you? I'm pushing my hard dick into
your pussy. On top of you, behind you, any which way I can
imagine. I hope that doesn't surprise you. I would never admit
it, but you mentioned it already, I even imagine you kissing it,
sucking it . . .arghh . . ohhhhh Godddd! I imagine you making
love to me, me making love to you . . . arghh . . .ahhhhh . . .
I'm gonna come!!"
Bill threw his head straight back as far as he could dig it into
the chairs arm, then thrust his hips up and held his dick tightly
just below the rim of the head. He held that for a couple seconds
and then let out a cry as if he had been punched in the stomach.
A long spray of watery stuff came out and shot over his head and
hit the arm of my Moms sofa. Then a second shot came out, it
looked thicker, and hit Bill on the neck. He groaned again and a
third volley came out, thick, white, and it plopped just above
his pubic hair. Then he stroked a little more and more semen
dribbled out the top and over his hand. He made some guttural
noises, and then did electric shocks, almost like I did. One,
then two, then a third. Then he collapsed within to the sofa with
his head back and eyes closed.
"Now, do you see what YOU do to ME", he mumbled in his orgasm-
induced exhaustion.
I was in total awe of the volume and distance he shot. I was
surprised how much it took out of him. It also made me hot. I
realized that I had grabbed my jeans right by the crotch and was
rubbing pretty hard.
"Bill, I know we said no touching ourselves, but I have to go off
soon. I'm sorry, I'm touching", and saying that I stuck my hand
down my jeans.
"Hey wait!! I gotta clean up here. If somebody came right now I
would drip this stuff all the way to the bathroom", Bill reminded
me.
"SHIT, you're right. Let me get a towel" I said as I ran to the
bathroom. I grabbed my shower towel from the hamper to leave less
evidence. When I came back I told Bill it might seem a little
cold, because it was damp, but it would clean up better that way.
I wiped Bill down from his neck, continually folding the towel to
get fresh parts of it to clean him up. When I got down to his
dick, I was dabbing around the base when I noticed it was losing
its stiffness and the skin was beginning to roll up the head. I
grabbed it, not knowing or realizing how sensitive it was to him,
to peel back the skin to wipe the head (and also have an excuse
to hold it again). He jumped as I held it and another big drop
oozed from the end. I held him right around the base of the head
with that big drop of gathering there. I thought of the
in the and how she gobbled that last drop when she squeezed
it.
Would I, Could I? Would Bill freak out! I was quickly losing my
nerve! I looked him in the eye, and back at his dick. I think he
knew what I wanted to do. The look on his face was real . . .
I don't know . . . queer. Like he was reading my mind.
I lost my nerve and wiped it with the towel and before I even
touched it with the towel I was sorry. As the towel wiped over
the tip, he jerked again and another drop formed. I dropped my
mouth to the head of his dick and kissed and off the drop
and swallowed fast. I gave it a second kiss and sprang to my feet
and ran to the bathroom with the towel.
I sat on the lid and cried for a second. "He must think
I'm a whore or a slut to do that. I couldn't help it", I thought
to myself. Then I realized I could taste a little of what I had
licked. It was a little bleachy, a little salty and maybe a hint
of sweetness, hard to tell with so little and maybe my body soap
on the towel. I was freaking, I might even tell him to leave so I
didn't have to face him. Then the door opened.
"Carree, are you OK? Don't cry or be embarrassed. That was
beautiful, what you just did. You must love me a lot. I knew you
wanted to do that, and I don't know why I knew. Just before you
wiped the first one, I thought you were going to do that. It was
like a zzzzzzt zzzzzzt radio signal to my head. It's like we just
fucked each others minds. Sorry about that word, it's just the
only one that fits. We communicated at a different level, like
intercourse".
I stood up and hugged Bill so hard that I thought I would
squeeze the breath out of him. "I'm sorry, but I'm glad about it
Bill. I don't want you to think I'm a slut or a whore", I said.
"Carree" he said tipping my chin up to look at him, "How could I
think that about you? Remember what you told me once. Nothing 2
people do together, as long as they both agree on it, is wrong.
As long as they both agree on it. That was something you wanted
to do, and I certainly welcomed it".
I cried some more and swung my arm around Bills waist to walk to
the living room again with him when I realized he still hadn't
dressed.
"Bill, for Gods sake, get some clothes on, and what time is it? I
have to put Moms dinner in the oven at 4:30!" I said, a little
panicked.
"Gosh, don't worry, it's only a little after 3:00. We have
plenty of time to get decent." Bill said as he dressed, adding
"can we just sit and talk and hold each other?."
"That sounds great, Bill. Put your toy away first though", I said
as he pulled his boxers up over his manhood.
I remembered the first from Bills going over
his head to the arm of the couch and I looked for it to clean up.
It must have been clear fluid, because I couldn't find any sign
of it. So I plopped down on the couch and patted the seat beside
me for Bill.
"Wait", he said, "Let me go take care of something. I gotta
like crazy now".
"Wow, thanks for sharing" I said as Bill disappeared down the
hall to the bathroom.
I threw my head back and thought about the afternoon's events and
was overwhelmed. We had masturbated in front of each other. I had
held and stroked his beautiful penis with my hands, and even
kissed and tasted some semen from it. Was I pushing things too
fast? Had I let my hormones and over active sex drive take over?
Were we just in love and trying to share everything? It was
natural to have a wonderment of sex, but we let so much happen
this afternoon. Then it struck me. We let a lot happen, but we
had not had risky intercourse, or even tried. That was the one
thing we promised each other we would avoid. We wouldn't let us
get pregnant to dictate our futures. We expressed our love and
took no chances. I was suddenly proud, and felt like we performed
as responsible adults.
Bill returned from the bathroom and sat next to me. "We did
good", he said. "We really got off big time and enjoyed each
other sexually and never even got close to really screwing and
risking anything happening".
I chuckled and told Bill the same thought had just passed through
my mind. I told him about all the sexual frustration I had felt
in the month leading up to today. He reiterated my points and
emphasized his own frustration in that time. Then he added, "But,
you know Carree, moments like these will be few and far between
for us. Being alone where we can do as we want. We will have to
grab them when we can. We have to come up with a way to spend a
night together. Wouldn't that be awesome?"
"That would be incredible, Bill. But, I agree these moments will
be rare. and Dad only paint at the church, or stay away like
this once in a blue moon. We will have to pick our spots. But I
really don't want us to have to go home and hide in our rooms
from each other when we get all . . .excited, by each other. We
should try to do each other, if we can. It's something we will
have to work on", I said in awe of the moment. "Now, you have to
answer some questions I had when you said I kept interrupting
you. Like, how come your sack was all big and droopy, and then
got all round and tight, before you exploded?".
"I guess the fluid from my sack goes to like another place or
tube where it picks up that clear stuff to lube its journey. I
guess it helps it shoot harder and with more power to reach the
females egg. Remember the body thinks we are doing it to make
babies. Not, just to get off"
"I KNOW that", I said. "But, getting sexual and feeling good and
having orgasms is also part of love and expression too. If there
was a baby for every orgasm we would be a little deep in babies.
And, I guess you answered the other question I had, about that
clear stuff. NOW, lets talk about something that was brought up
and sort of . . . you know . . . happened. Oral sex."
Bill squirmed a little uncomfortably and I sensed it was
something he didn't ever plan on talking about.
"Don't go limp on this here, Bill. You told me in the heat of
passion, that you imagined me kissing or it. I know we
all grow up thinking that it's something only bad do, and
good don't. But, I know from reading at the library,
talking with other girls, especially ones with big sisters and
even mothers that will talk about it, that oral sex is natural,
very satisfying, safe and lots of fun. Obviously we are talking
about you on me, as well as me on you. Now, tell me what you
think of it, and how you would feel about us doing it to each
other. I know I'm being forward and forcing you to be honest and
forthright on the spot without time to alibi yourself. You said
you fantasized about me doing it".
Bill was flustered by my frank talk. "Yes, I guess every guy
imagines their doing it. It's supposed to feel real good,
the next best thing to the real thing. The image of a with
a, you know . . . a penis in her mouth is real sexy. And, YES, I
have thought about doing it to you. You know already that I love
sucking licking on your breasts. I wanted to lick you all the way
down your belly right to your, your . . . pussy. It looks so nice
all pink inside. When you get excited your mound puffs up with
that pretty little clit sticking out. I saw it in I got
from my mans room. When you were opening yourself up today, I
wanted to dive in. Geez, Carree, how do you get me talking about
this stuff. This is guy talk."
"No, its not, it's honest lovers talk. Don't you think I have
some of the same fantasies about you? Is it stupid to make a
fantasy about your lover come true? I thought that was the reason
we had sex. IE: communication!!", I said.
"Once again, you ARE right Care. I guess are more
comfortable beating around the bush. Left up to me I suppose I
would still be trying to get a hand under your bra today", he
said laughingly.
"Hey", I said. "C'mere", I said as I pulled him to me. I pulled
his face to mine and said, "I love you" and kissed him deeply. He
turned his body a little and moved me back to the arm of the sofa
and laid right on me. We were necking and swapping spit like 2
horny teenagers again. Our satisfied lusts were re-ignited. In
the matter of moments he his hands on my and I was
getting heated up again. My shy little Billy was now aggressive
Bill, with a little initiative from me. He apparently had spent
some of his puberty watching dirty to gather technique. He
was making all the right moves now. For the first time, I felt a
hand snaking down my pants.
"Bill, BILL", I cried out. "I want this as much as you, but I
don't think we have enough time. I can't do anything to cause my
parents to not trust me, you or us."
"Care, its only 3:30. If you have to put the roast in at 4:30 and
they won't be home until after that, we have lots of time." With
that he buried his face into mine and I felt his hand going into
my and touching my pussy. I was sooo hot.
Bill ran his fingers past my clit and pushed them into my soaking
pussy ever so tentatively. He did not know what to expect, this
was his first. Finally I could not stand the teetering on the
brink of ecstasy and fear. "STOP Bill!!", I said, as I pulled his
hand from my pants. "I want you so bad but I'm afraid of being
caught. This is too risky!"
Bill hugged me and tried to allay my fears. "Please don't be
afraid. Calm down. I don't want my Carree to be afraid".' With
that, he just hugged me and kept whispering in my ear
"Everything's OK, Everything's OK, Everything's OK".
I started to cry and I wanted to go wipe my face. I asked Bill to
let me up and he did. He walked me to the bathroom and wiped my
tears for me. He was so loving and gentle as he held my face,
wiping my tears, easing my fears.
"Hey", he said. "We have a whole lifetime for this. No sense in
driving ourselves crazy over it, right? I want you to be free and
easy like you were before when we make love, no matter how or
when we do it. We have a lot of time in our life's."
"You understand? . . . right?", I said. "I do want to love you
and let you love me, but how can I relax and enjoy us if I have
to worry about them coming home?"
"I know, I know, I . . ." Bill started to say but was interrupted
by the ringing of the phone. I broke our embrace and ran to
answer it.
"Hi Mom", Bill heard me say, and he left the room so as not to
make any noise to let on he was there.
Mom asked if I could hold off on dinner for another hour. Instead
of spending Sunday afternoon painting, they were close enough to
done to finish today and leave Sunday free. Then she asked if
Bill was here. I panicked and lied, saying no. "Well,", she said,
"he may call. His uncle let him out of work early. We just got
back from his store, we had to get more brushes".
Quickly, I covered myself. "Oh, he called. He's going to come
over in a little while and we are going to study together."
"Are you sure that's all", my asked suspiciously.
"Yeah Mom, it's what?, a quarter of 4 now and you were due home
at 4:30. Like we had BIG plans. We both have Physics lab finals
Monday and Tuesday. He IS my lab partner. Besides, we're going
out tonight".
"OK", she said. "Study hard. And don't forget about putting
dinner in the oven. Turn it on at 5:15 and put it in at 5:30.
Don't change anything. I have it all set to go".
"OK, Mom, no problem. I have to run. Bill is just getting here
now," I lied.
We said goodbye and hung up.
"Bill, you better go", I said "I think my is suspicious about
you being here". "We actually have more time, but I think the
mood is gone for me now. We're going out tonight. We can have fun
later, OK?"
"I suppose you ARE right", he said. "We did do a lot today and
maybe we let our lust get the better of us. I love you Carree and
I want to be with you all the time. I want to hold you and put my
mouth all over you, taste you and make love to you, nothing will
change that, either."
"I know, I want all those things too, but we have time. Time
tonight, time in our lives." Saying that, I reached around and
squeezed his butt, saying "Get out of here you bad boy, and make
sure you shower REAL good and pick me up at 8:00. OK?" I said
winking at him, "lover?"
"OK, Baby" he said as he gathered his coat and walked to the
door.
I followed and kissed him hot and deep at he door. "Be a good
and save it all for later, OK?", I said.
He knew what I meant.
Once Billy left I felt like a different person. I felt like a
woman for the first time in my life. I went into the bathroom to
pee and when I stood up to pull my jeans up I glanced at the
full-length mirror on the back of the door and stopped. For the
first time ever, I saw a sexy woman, with a sexy woman body.
Instead of pulling up my jeans, I peeled them off, and then
pulled my sweatshirt over my head. I stood there looking at
myself. My were perfect. Firm, but with a little gravity
droop and the nipple perfectly centered and tipped. My waist was
slim and flat, but not boney. Even my navel was a perfect
inny. My hips flared perfectly to form a nicely shaped lower
abdomen and when I turned I had a full firm round bottom. I posed
for myself, proud and sure of myself. I looked at my pubic hair
and decided to do something about that right now. I checked the
clock and saw I had over 45 minutes before I had to pre-heat the
oven. Plenty of time.
I was really afraid to use any shaving cream on my tender parts,
thinking it might sting or leave irritation or a scent. Afterall,
who knows, soon someone might be close enough to it to smell or
see it. I laughed to myself. My new found sexual freedom filled
me with a confidence.
I grabbed the Nutregena bar and began working up a lather. Then I
remembered that it might be a little easier if I used scissors to
cut the large tufts of hair away. So I rinsed my hands and went
to the kitchen nude to grab the shears. Walking through the house
naked and free made me feel and more womanly. Back in the
bathroom I straddled the and let the clippings fall in as
I snipped away a lot of my pubes. Once I was sure no more could
be gotten that easily, I went back to lathering the Nutregena
bar. Once I get a good later up I began dabbing it and rubbing it
into my crotch. I grabbed a couple new razors and sat on the cold
edge of the tub. Gently I began losing my bush. As I got
down to the nitty gritty where I had to hold my lips open and
posture to get all the hair I began to feel some warm familiar
feelings. I thought of "jilling" off right on the spot, but I
asked Bill to save himself for tonight, and I should do the same.
If we were going to be able to find a private spot to be alone, I
wanted it to be HOT. I thought about what might happen tonight,
what possibilities there were. Could he just get his hands in my
pants and finger and rub me? Should I wear a dress or skirt so I
could slide it up? We were only going to a movie. A dress? Nah,
outside of school I ALWAYS wore jeans, except to church. If we
were going to a dinner or a party, maybe. Would we get a spot
alone enough for me to take off my jeans? I doubt that. Would I
have to take them off if he wanted to oral me, well I guess it's
called 'going down' or 'eating'. Call it what you might, the
thought of his tongue on me sounded exciting. Would I have to go
down on him? Have to? Geez, I wouldn't do anything I didn't want
to. Kissing the head of his penis before was exciting, but the
thought of trying to put my lips around it and taking it in my
mouth, I don't know. It looked big, and I didn't think I could do
anything like the in Kim's video. They had it going down
their throats!! One of the just put the head in her mouth
and jerked the guy off. Could I do that? Did I want to? All of a
sudden I was getting cold feet on the oral sex bit. If Bill were
to in my mouth the way he came earlier I would surely not be
able to the volume of it, nor did I really want to revel
in the taste of it. I didn't really know what it tasted like. A
drop on my tongue was one thing. A juice glass full of it? . . .
Ewwww! Suppose it made me want to vomit? But, suppose my passion
for Bill made me not care about any of this and I would really
want to everything he shot out. I would play this by ear
for sure.
I stood and went to the mirror real close and inspected my shave.
My Lord, my little slit looked like it did when I was twelve when
I would take baths and play with things in the tub. I would lie
on my back in the tub and use my stomach for a stage, with that
pink at the end being the 'ramp' where Barbie and Ken would
run into the water.
I bet when I get aroused it will look really nice. Bill would be
surprised when he put his hand down there later, if he put his
hand down there later. God, I hoped so.
My sexy thoughts were broke by the ring of the phone. I ran to
the living room in the buff again to answer it. It was Megan.
She wanted to know how my lunch was with Bill, but she changed
the subject quickly. She asked for no details, I offered none.
She really called to tell me her plan with Jimmy that night. She
gathered the rings and personal things he had given her and was
going to tell him to take everything, if all she was to him was
"a fuck". She said that everything that was so special and
personal meant nothing, if all he wanted her for was sex. I asked
her if she realized she may lose him and get her feelings
badly tonight. She said she knew, but this was what she wanted. I
told her to talk to him first about how she felt, before she
offered the give back. Throwing the stuff in his face from the
get-go might run him off. She said she knew and had prepared
herself for anything. If things didn't go well, she wanted to
talk later. I told her I would be late and she said to call on
her private number whenever I got home. I told her I would try,
but not be disappointed if I didn't. She agreed and we hung up.
I went to the kitchen to find something to hold me till dinner. I
was a bit peckish. After all, I had "worked" hard that afternoon.
I saw bananas on the counter hanger and grabbed one. As I peeled
it I realized the phallic implications of it. It was a fairly
large fruit, firm and just a day past showing any green. Not as
big around as Bill on the end, but the rest was close, it seemed.
Could I get my mouth down over this. Here I was, nude, on the
sofa, trying to give a banana a blowjob.
Seriously, putting my mouth around it and slipping a few inches
in seemed like a good preview of the real thing. It wasn't warm,
and didn't have that smooth texture, but it was round. I slid it
in and out of my mouth a few times. Definitely not sexy. Made me
want to gag. Maybe oral sex was not going to be for me. I ate the
banana. It was its punishment for leaving me unsatisfied in my
quest for a penis substitute. I went to the fridge for a drink
and opened it to see a big kielbasa wrapped in saran wrap on a
plate. Was I that curious? Sure, but I would leave some
curiosity's undiscovered. It was the right girth, and had a
smooth outer skin. It was smooth and it was as fat or fatter than
Bills penis. I wasn't that sick yet, I thought to myself. But, in
all seriousness, Bill and I hadn't really promised each other
oral sex; we just said it was a possibility. I began to cool on
the thought it might happen tonight, although, I did want to get
further satisfaction and bring a closure to our earlier
"playing". We hadn't really finished . . . The wall clock
striking the quarter hour took me out of my daydream.
I saw the time and ran to get dressed. I didn't want my
to see me nude, especially with my shaved pussy. I cleaned up all
the evidence of my shave, got a bra and dressed. I took care of
dinner, as instructed, and waited for my to come back.
I was at the table studying when and Dad got home.
"Billy gone already, Carree?", my asked as soon as she walked
in the door.
"Yes, he only stayed a few minutes, maybe a half hour. We went
over the labs we were being tested on. We have a study hall
together on the morning of the tests, so . . . ", I explained.
"I don't like you too being alone together like that, you know",
my Dad added.
"Well, you better get used to him being around and being alone
with me, because I think he is the one", I added coyly.
"Carree, you are only a girl, how would you know who you
want to spend your life with", my Dad asked.
"I may be a girl, but I will be 18 in a few weeks. I am not
stupid and I have an idea of what I might want with my life. Why
don't we just drop the subject. Before I run off and get
I DO plan on finishing High School and College. We have a while
to worry about that", I said as I started upstairs.
"Young lady, you just make sure you stay out of trouble", my Dad
added.
I stopped in my tracks and turned to him. "What kind of trouble
do you mean", I asked him knowingly.
"You know damn well what I mean, getting pregnant and screwing up
our plans for you. Sitting out at the end of that driveway every
night will only get you in trouble", he rambled on.
"Daddy", I began, "First of all, I have my own plans for myself,
but I am sure they run the same direction as yours. Secondly, to
get pregnant, we would have to be having sex, and we are not
stupid about how pregnancy can ruin our lives at our age.
Thirdly, what we do or say at the end of that driveway are
private moments between us. If you want, we will drive up in
front of the porch and you can watch to be sure I am a good girl.
But, you know you raised me to be a good girl. So, have a little
confidence in me, and my judgment. As I said, I WILL be 18 in a
few weeks and will be considered an adult. When you look at me,
don't you see an adult? . . . and Mom, you called him Billy
before, his name is Bill!!"
"Eighteen does not make you an adult. You will still live under
this roof and live by my rules", Daddy said.
"I know Daddy. Have I ever done anything to make you unhappy, or
disrespect you or your 'rules'? I think it might be nice to have
3 adults living in this house together. We should be able to
discuss things on an intelligent level with input from all
sides.", I said.
"OK pumpkin, I think we are all on the same page. I just have a
hard time not looking at you thinking of you as my little girl. I
want to protect you."
I came down from the third stair where I was speaking from, and
kissed my Daddy. "I'll always be your little girl, Daddy. Just
when you look at me, I don't think you see a little anymore.
I hope you see a woman".
I turned in my semi-tight jeans and walked up the stairs swaying
my hips to accent the fact I was a woman. As I turned at the top
of the banister to go down the hallway I saw that he watched the
whole show.
"I'm right, aren't I Dad?", I said and smiled.
"Dinner in 5 minutes!", I heard my say as I closed my door.
Talk over dinner was small and mostly about their work at the
church that day. A little was brought up about school and working
on applications. I told them that I had a meeting
scheduled with my guidance counselor and that closed that door of
discussion. We touched on Bill for a second, with me reminding
them that we were going out that night, probably to a movie. I
didn't think that telling them that we might try oral sex would
be a good move at this point.
Bill was prompt in calling for me at eight, but instead of
beeping like he often did, he came to the door. I was in the
utility room ironing my blouse when I heard him come in.
"Hi Mr. Kasc, is Carree almost ready?", Bill asked.
" Yes she is Billy, err, Bill. She is. We were running a little
late today. Carree's and I were working at the church and
we ran a little long, so dinner was late."
"No problem sir, I wanted to ask you a question, anyway", I heard
Bill say and I wondered what it might be.
" There is a new teen night club that just opened in town. A
friend of mine is in the band that is playing there and he asked
me to come and hear them. The club is open until 1:00 a.m. and
the band finishes at 12:45. I know you have always wanted Carree
home by midnight, but I was wondering if we could that
tonight. The club is endorsed by both local high school
principals, and the local police, according to the article in
todays paper. They all give it a thumb up. You know that for any
reason, if I thought Carree would be in any trouble or danger I
either wouldn't bring her there, or would leave with her right
away. Umm . . . I love your daughter, sir. I would never let
anything happen to her."
I couldn't believe my ears. Bill talking real talk and words with
my Dad, and telling him he loved me. He even referenced an
article in the paper. I knew reading all those darn newspapers
would pay off. I had just finished ironing my blouse, and stood
behind the door to drop my robe and slip into it, I didn't want
to miss a word of this.
"Well, what a coincidence Bill. We love our too. That's
why we have the curfew, to keep her safe. But, as long as you
think this place is OK, you kids have a good time. But, STAY OUT
OF TROUBLE. I don't want the first time I go against my better
judgment to come around and bite me, OK?"
"Umm, Sir, if it's against your better judgment, maybe we should
skip it then", Bill said confidently.
"No, Son. You seem to have researched this a little and I will
trust your judgment. I trust you with my daughter, so I must
think something of that", my Dad said.
This could not be happening. They were talking like adults. Did
my little speech and vamp give my Dad an epiphany?
"She's in good hands Sir. I always take good care of her, and her
me. We're a team. I plan to always take good care of her", Bill
reiterated sweetly. (I was so proud of him knowing that he didn't
know I could hear him. His intentions were clear for the future
of us)
"Billy, you've never given us reason to think you had bad
judgment, or couldn't be trusted", Dad said.
"Thank You Sir, and a . . . it's Bill, sir. Your sir,
she thinks it makes me sound more mature, or as as I am. I
will be 18 in a few days. She thinks Billy sounds like a boy.
I've always hated it. I tried to lose it a long time ago, but
people insisted on adding the L-Y. Carree has gotten most
everyone to change it to Bill", Bill stammered.
My Dad leaned close to Bill and made a comment. Later I found out
he said something like.
"When you are as pretty as she is, people tend to pay more
attention" and then he winked at him.
I'll never figure my Dad out, but I sure do love him. That night
and forward, he always trusted Bill with me, even though I know
sometimes he didn't want to, but he told himself we were adults.
I always think about that night, and it's a kinky thought. It's
that if Dad knew I had kissed Bills penis and tasted his semen
that very afternoon in the very spot where he was sitting, he may
have had the big one, right on the spot.
I came out of the utility room with my freshly ironed blouse on
and walked through the living room.
"Hi Bill, be ready in a minute" I said as I passed through, but
Bill walked to me and kissed me 'hello', right on the mouth. "Hi,
you look great. Your Dad says we can go to that "DanceTeen" club
downtown tonight. Make sure you bring your school ID. Jerry
Bennett's band is playing there".
I was a little stunned by his kiss, but I played as if I knew the
score. "You look nice and smell nice too, Bill. What's Jerry
calling his band this week? He changes it everyday. I'll be right
down, Bill. Dad, you're not asking Bill any embarrassing
questions are you?", I said laughing.
"No, pumpkin, I'm behaving", my Dad answered as I disappeared up
the stairs to my room.
I wanted to put a little blush on if we were going out to dance.
Being and blue-eyed of Polish and Swedish decent I tended
to be extra white once the summer sun was gone. As I sat at the
mirror a knock came to the door, it was my Mom.
"Carree dear, can I ask you a question without you getting mad at
me, a mother-daughter question?" she asked.
"Sure Mom, we can talk as girls" I said smiling.
"When you and Bill have sex you are using dependable birth
control, aren't you" she said matter of factly.
"MOM! Whatever made you think that Bill and I are having
intercourse? We most certainly are not. It is a subject we have
fully discussed and talked about. Getting pregnant could be the
worst thing that could happen. We will not take chances. We just
talked about this at the dinner table tonight didn't we?, I said
a little peeved.
"You didn't exactly say you weren't having intercourse, you said
that you were not stupid about how pregnancy can ruin our lives
at your age. I'm not stupid either, Carree", my said rather
smartly as if she had caught me in a lie.
"Mom, whether you believe it or not, I am a virgin. Bill has not
had sexual intercourse with me, nor has he attempted. Remember
just a couple weeks ago I told you he thought I was going to be a
nun? Well . . . do you think he would have tried before with a
nun? We have talked about sex at great lengths, Mom. We know that
ANY risk is too much. We love each other too much to jeopardize
our future lives together." I said to my not really believing
she thought I used certain words to deceive her.
"Don't be mad at me Carree, I just want you to be safe when you
decide to do it. I always have condoms for you to take if you
want them.", she said.
"Mom, have you heard a word I said?", now even more peeved. "We
don't plan on doing it. Keep your condoms for you and Dad."
"Carree, I'm sorry for not trusting you or your judgment. I just
know the pressure there was when I was in school and . . ." my
Moms voice trailed off. She wanted to say more but stopped
herself. She hugged me and said, "I didn't always have the best
friends and certainly anyone as nice as Bill. I didn't meet your
Dad until college, and he was the first who ever respected
me. Your Dad and I, we talked about you and Bill tonight while
you were showering and getting ready. We don't like you being so
serious with a boy, but we think Bill is nice. You are grown up
and seem to have a good head on your shoulders. Be careful and
don't let us down."
"Mom, can we talk about this later, I have to go. Just be assured
that Bill and I have a good grasp in each other's lives, and know
the consequences of messing up, especially with sex. But Mom, you
do know, (I paused for an effect, which I got), I love Bill." I
said. As she nodded I grabbed her arm went out of my room, and we
walked down the stairs together.
"Hi Mrs Kasc", Bill said as we came down the stairs. "It's easy
to see where Carree gets her beauty from, you 2 could be twins".
"Oh my God", said, "She's dating Eddie Haskel"
Bill blushed and said "No, really, the 2 of you look so much
alike."
"Yeah sure, Eddie", I said. "Lay it on for my Mom". I
rolled my eyes as I walked passed him to kiss my Dad goodnight.
Bill turned and grabbed my hand and we headed to the door. He
looked right back at my Dad and said. "The band stops at 12:45,
so we should be back not long after, Goodnight".
When we got in the car Bill looked at me and said; "Wow, your Dad
really softened up tonight. What happened?"
"I told them both that we were no longer kids and would be 18
soon, and were pretty serious about each other. I assured them we
were not having intercourse and to trust us", I explained.
"They asked you about sex and you told them we weren't doing
anything? Do you really think they believed that?", Bill asked
incredulously.
"No, I told them we weren't having intercourse, and had not
planned to either. I told them I was a virgin and would stay that
way", I said.
"Whoa, heavy stuff. They must listen to you and trust you though.
The difference in them was obvious", Bill said.
"You know", I began. "when my Dad called me his little girl, I
was on the stairs. I turned and asked him if THIS looked like a
little girl, as I walked up the stairs swaying my hips. You know
that may have been the first time he ever looked at me as a
woman, and I think he realized that I was."
"Carree, with your butt, I don't think he could miss", Bill
chuckled.
"My still has a nice shape, and I think he sees a lot of her
in me. He acts the macho Dad part, but my really runs the
show, for the most part. She acts the innocent doting wife, but
she keeps my Dad in line." I said as Bill slipped the car in gear
and we went off.
"What do you want to do?", Bill asked. "We could go to a
and then go to the DanceTeen club, or just go to the club and
wait for the band to start at 9:30. Or, Jerry said we could stop
at his brothers apartment. It's right around the corner from the
club. He's living there on the weekend when he plays."
"How about Jerry's brother, does he mind if he has company?", I
asked.
"No, he works at Mount Snow all weekend as a ski instructor, so
Jerry has the run of the place. He can't have parties or
anything, but he said we could stop by", Bill explained.
"Well, I'de like to see Jerry if you want to go there first. This
is the first year I am not in any of his classes, so we just
usually say hi in the hall and that's it. Plus, I couldn't sit
through a tonight. Umm . . . you are going to get us alone
sometime tonight too, aren't you. I think we have to talk about
everything today and . . . you know", I said.
"Yes, I want to be alone for a while too. I wish I knew a good
place to park NOW, but at 8:30, it's a little tough." Bill said.
We got into town and went down near the urban reconstruction area
and found the club. They had a big parking lot across the street,
well lit and everything. Bill said he was worried about going to
his car late in the dark, but felt better now. There was a four-
story brownstone reconstruction at the end of the block and Bill
said that was the place Jerry was staying. We parked in the club
lot and walked to the corner. Bill buzzed Jerry and was let in.
Inside there were a couple townhouses and 4 apartments. Jerry's
brother was in an apartment. Jerry was standing at the door as we
came up the stairs. We hugged and shook hands as he invited us
in. Two other in the band were there and we all sat in the
kitchen to talk. Jerry was always the class clown all through
school. He and I were pal-sy wal-sy since the sisters usually put
him with me on projects in grade school. I was serious and
wouldn't let him goof off, I guess. But he was always a great
friend. Once he got interested in playing guitar he got more
serious about everything. I guess he channeled his goofiness
elsewhere. Now, he was thinking of going into pre-med if he kept
his grades up enough to get a scholarship.
We all laughed and had a good time just talking. His band mates
asked if we were cool, because they had some beer with them.
Jerry said that we were, and he offered us some, but we did not
partake. Jerry told them to be sure they didn't smell like beer
when they went to the club. They each guzzled 2 beers and began
to gather instrument cases. Jerry said he would see them in a few
minutes and let them out. With just the three of us Jerry turned
more serious and talked about school, and making money with the
band. He spoke about how this club was going to be great for him
if they kept him on for a while. Then he looked at his watch and
said he had to get down to finish set up and tune-up.
"Do you want to stay here for a bit. Its 9:00 and we don't
start until, usually 9:45. It's just tuning up and stuff. There's
soda in the fridge, and a . . . I have the only key." He said
winking.
"No, we couldn't do that, Jerry. It wouldn't be right. That's not
why we . . ."Bill started, but I interrupted.
"Why not Bill? A few minutes alone would be the chance we wanted
to talk", I said.
Jerry put his hand on Bill's shoulder. "Go ahead. I know what its
like trying to find a few minutes alone with your girl. I only
see Julie a couple times during school, (Julie goes to an out of
state prep school) and I wish I had some of these alone times. No
one knows you're here but me. We're all buds and lips are
zipped. Just lock the door when you leave. Put the chain on and
set the deadbolt after I go."
Bill was quick to say "Jerry, it's not like we're gonna . . . ."
But Jerry interrupted, "I don't care what you do Bill. It's none
of my business. Enjoy a few minutes together if you want, or
watch TV. Come on down to the club when you want, your names will
be on the guest list".
With that, Jerry went to the door. Set the lock, picked up his
guitar case and left. "You can set the chain and bolt if you
like", he said as he left.
The door closed and I looked at Bill. "Was this a set-up?"
"No, Carree, I swear. I never knew. Trust me on this", Bill
defended.
"Bill, I trust you on everything. I just wanted your word. I have
it. Chain the door, and I'll feel better", I said.
"Geez, I feel dirty, Care", Bill said.
"Why", I asked, "because you're alone with me? Or because our
buddy thinks we're going to be screwing like bunnies in a few
minutes."
"That's it", Bill said. "Too many of our friends are having sex
and when word of this gets around, they will think we are too".
"Jerry said his lip was zipped. I take him at his word. Besides,
I can always fall back on the nun routine", I said laughing and
hugging Bill at the same time. "Lets enjoy a couple minutes
alone. OK Lover?", I said giving him a squeeze.
We started to kiss and that quickly turned into necking as we
stood in the foyer of the apartment. I felt a longing between my
legs begin to build. I definitely had some frustration from
earlier this afternoon that I wanted to burn off, but Bill broke
the kiss.
"Do you really want our first time together to be like this? We
watched each other this afternoon and felt the beauty of the
intimacy, but this is not like that. I want the first time we
really do each other to be something we remember as a special
moment. This isn't it. Don't be mad at me, Care. But if we walk
in that place in 45 minutes or an hour, Jerry and both of his
band mates are going to know, or think, we got laid. I love you
more than that."
Bill almost made me cry. I was letting my passion (read
horniness) get the best of me. He was thinking of the 'moment'
and us. He was right and I knew it. If he was patient enough, I
had to be. This was another reason why this was so special.
"You're right baby", I said. "Looking back on this wouldn't be as
much special as tawdry. I just want us to make each other happy.
Even if it's in the car at the end of my driveway, it's just us
sharing it. Let's get down to the club before they have a chance
to think we did something."
Bill made sure the lock was set and closed the door with a click.
There were lots of others on the streets now milling to get in
DanceTeen. Couples got in cheaper so I think some were trying to
find a familiar face to hook up with. The line was short, only 8
or 10. When we got to the door Bill said, "We are on the guest
list, Wilson. Bill Wilson."
The bouncer checked his guest list. "I'm going to need a
ID Mr. Wilson".
Bill produced his drivers license and the bouncer looked at him,
checked the picture, ran it under a blue light and handed it back
to Bill.
"Go ahead in, let me stamp your hands. You and Mrs. Wilson have a
good time. Enjoy the band."
Bill grabbed my hand and whisked me inside saying "C'mon Mrs.
Wilson. You're holding up the line."
We had a good laugh with that the rest of the night. Jerry saw us
as soon as we got there. He told us the band didn't start for
another half hour and we could have waited. We just wanted to be
sure he knew we came right down. We had a great time dancing and
seeing friends from school. We felt kind of grown up even though
we were just drinking sodas and virgin mixed drinks. Jerry's band
was great and the place went wild at the end of each set. We
impressed some people by the fact that Jerry came over and sat
with us on each break. To us he was just good ol' Jerry Bennett,
class clown. To lots of the there, he was band meat. Jerry
said that his girl, Julie, worried about band-chicks picking him
up. But, he was not interested. Jerry was a great guy.
The band went on for their last set at midnight and we said our
good-byes to Jerry before he went up. We wanted to leave at 12:30
or so. Although my Dad didn't really give Bill a curfew, he
wanted to, at least, be in the driveway before one o'clock.
The night air was cold when we left and we jogged across the
street to the car. Bill let me in and I couldn't wait to snuggle
up to him to get warm. He started the engine and we waited a few
minutes for it to warm up. We just had a long hug waiting for the
heat to come up. Bill opened his jacket and let me lie against
him while he tried to wrap it around me. Once the heat started up
I sat up so he could drive. As I pushed away from him I felt his
erection against my elbow. I wished we had a place to go besides
my driveway.
The drive home seemed short, maybe because we were cold, maybe
because we couldn't wait to hold each other. Before I knew it, we
were pulling off the road onto our drive. Bill flicked off the
lights as soon as he turned and again we were parked just beyond
the glow of the last streetlight of town. Bill kept the car
running tonight. This last weekend before Thanksgiving was a cold
one. Once the car was in park Bill reached for me and we hugged.
My head was nuzzled into his chest and neck, he whispered "I love
you" and I held him even closer, if that was possible.
"We won't see each other much this week, with stuff and
the Holiday", Bill said. "We are going to my grandmothers in
Vermont for a few days. We leave Wednesday after school and come
back Sunday morning. I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too, but stuff is important. Maybe we can
get together Sunday afternoon. Maybe we can do some Christmas
shopping together?" I answered.
"What are you going to do for the week, any plans?", he asked.
"Well", I began. "Megan has passes and gift certificates for
skiing at the Tyrol in Okemo. We may go up Friday and come back
Saturday if she can get the car. When Heidi ran the ski trip last
year, Megan was all paid up, and then couldn't go because it
ended up being the same weekend as her parent's thirtieth
anniversary party. So, she has a chalet and 2-day ski pass. Last
year her and dad took us and let us have a chalet together.
It ended up costing me a couple hundred dollars. My Dad thought I
was nuts, but it was great. We skied all day and stayed up half
the night talking. Plus, her and Dad got to be alone in their
own chalet, so it was a vacation for them too. This year if we go
on the gift certs and passes it shouldn't cost me even $50, plus
gas. She wanted to bring Jimmy, but couldn't find a way to do it
without her finding out. Now, they might break up. If
that happens I will be the crying shoulder for the weekend".
"That doesn't sound like fun, except for the skiing. I can't wait
to get out this year. I got those new ski's last year and only
got out once", he said as he turned his face down and twisted to
kiss me. "But, I have other things in mind right now."
Bill really knew how to push my buttons with his kissing. The way
he nibbled on my tongue, and covered my lips with his was so
sexy. This while holding me tightly to him made me nuts. I wanted
to feel him closer so I broke our clench and knelt up on the seat
and opened my coat. Now I was the aggressor kissing down on his
lips but could hold my unjacketed chest to his. The kissing got
pretty hot and heavy as he reached around me and held my ass,
squeezing and kneading me. I hummed a moan of approval and he
continued feeling my butt. I felt his free hand crawl up my
blouse to feel my breasts. Again I hummed the same moan to let
him know he was doing just fine. He pulled his hand away from my
breasts and I felt him pulling my blouse out of the waist of my
jeans so he could slide his hand up. My bra was a thin one, more
for sleeping than anything, but it made me feel sexy, almost
braless. He slid his hands over the slick silky texture and
pinched each nipple. I was wet as hell. I lifted my head from his
face and that put his head almost level with my breasts. He put
both hands on my waist and pushed my blouse up over my bra. He
reached behind me to unsnap me and I had to show him the front
clasp. "Oooo, that's handy for me", he said with a smile.
Bill buried his face in my sucking, fondling and
squeezing them. He really knew how to chew on my nipples just to
the point of where they and then he would soothe them with a
nice tonguing. (More technique from porno movies?) I was going to
worry about the time, but at this point, Dad was going to have to
come down to the car to get me in the house. I felt one of Bill's
hands at my belt undoing it and then searching for the snap on my
jeans. I felt it undo and my zip go down. I had to feel his hands
on my pussy. Just as he slid his hand down I remembered that I
had shaved. I dropped my hand to stop his. He looked up at me a
little panic. "Ready for a little surprise?", I said.
He looked at me confused.
"You'll find out", I said as I removed my hand from his. He slid
down a little more and got underneath my panty. Right away he
knew what I had done.
"Ohhh, you are a nasty little girl. Did you do that for me?", he
said.
"Who else", I answered.
"Oh, baby, I wish I could see it, and kiss it" Bill said teasing
the hell out of me.
"I don't think that can happen tonight, it's a little cold to get
undressed out here, but that will be for another night, OK?" I
whispered to him.
Bill dipped his hand to my and traced the whole length, and
then put his finger on my clit. I was shaking with desire for
him.
"I've been waiting", I whispered, "I've been waiting for you to
touch me so intimately, so privately, for so long. I thought you
were afraid", I said as I shuttered, "or didn't feel the way I
did. Ughhh Ughhhhh" my voice cracked and lost pitch as I neared
an early little climax.
"Nooooo, No", he whispered. "You've always been the one. I was
afraid, but not of the sex. I was afraid of being rejected
because the whole nun mess, that goddam misunderstanding. Don't
worry about that now, just enjoy my loving you" he said as his
hand busied itself on my clit"
"Ughhhh Ughhhh", I reacted to each jolt of my coming orgasm like
ice being put down my back. It kept building and building and I
couldn't find the peak "Ughhhh Ughhhh Ughhhh Ughhhh" I continued
to grunt in Bill's ear as I held my head tightly to his. Then it
hit me "Ohhhhhhhhhh Ughhhhhhhh", and then I couldn't even draw a
breath. I spasmed and tried to contort myself away from Bill's
invading hand. My clit was so sensitive, each touch was like a
hot poker touching me. But, I couldn't draw a breath, nor could I
move from this spasmed cramped position. I thought for sure I
would black out. I was at the top of my orgasm and I couldn't get
off of it. Then, as I drew a breath so deep it almost burned
going down my lungs, my climax passed. I was finally able to grab
Bill's hand through my jeans to stop his assault on my clit.
"Please, Please, no more Bill, no more, I can't stay conscious
through another". He took his fingers off my clit and just had
his middle finger waving back and forth just in between my inner
lips. It was nice and soothing, but I had to stop him. I was
crazy from my orgasm and fully satisfied I had it all, and then
some. I pulled Bill's hand from my pants.
"Oh God Bill, I can't take one more second of that. It was
wonderful, God oh so wonderful" I said, as I held him in a death
grip hug. I breathed in and out of my mouth in his ear until I
began to get a normal cadence breath.
"Let me take care of you now, Bill. I'm sure you're as crazy as I
was. You were hard in the parking lot at the club", I whispered.
"I was watching you dance, that's enough to get anyone excited.
Knowing I was going to drive you home had me going all night", he
said.
"Oh Bill, I hope I can make you feel as special as you did me", I
said as I reached to rub his length through his pants. After a
couple strokes I reached for his belt and fingered it loose. I
unsnapped his pants and worked his zipper down.
"Let me raise up and lower these a little, OK? Otherwise I don't
think I'll have enough room to let it out" he said as he did just
that.
Once again I said, "Lordy, you are funny creatures". Then I
reached into his boxers and pulled them over his erection. I
didn't have as much light as earlier, but I could see it and it
was still beautiful. These penis things were new to me, but I
know that I liked them. Warm and powerful to hold in your hand
and totally reactive to any touch. Still kneeling on the seat
with my blouse and pants open, I sat up to fix myself a little.
"I'm sorry to stop there a second, but I'm cold", I said as I
resnapped my bra and tucked my blouse into my jeans again. Once
done with that I returned my right hand to his penis and grabbed
near the base. The loose foreskin easily sheathed with my hand as
I began to stroke him up and down. I liked doing this, and to
hear him hum moans, he did too. I stopped my stroke for a second
and moved my right hand under his sack and felt his balls roll
around in my hand. I twisted away from him a little to get my
left hand in the stroking. He began to moan and breath heavy
after a couple minutes of this. I was having fun knowing I could
get him off as much as he did me. Each time I stroked down the
shiney head glowed in the light from outside. It was beautiful. I
switched hands again leaving his balls to sit alone so I could
get a more coordinated rhythm on his dick. I thought about
earlier in the day when I kissed it.
I wondered if he wanted the same now. It looked inviting, knowing
how sensitive he was now and how he showed no mercy on my little
clit. I didn't know if I really wanted to suck him or kiss him.
Was this my night for oral sex, even though it couldn't work for
me, to get undressed in the cold car. Could I take any of his
in my mouth? Would he want or expect me too? I was thinking too
much and lost my stroke as he let out a long breath. "Don't stop
like that" he said, "Keep going". Finally the quandary in my head
just voiced itself. "Oh baby, do you want me to suck or kiss it
for you, would that help?"
"Oh yeah Carree, but you don't have to do that. I couldn't do it
for you" he said through heavy breaths.
"I'll make you happy baby" I said as I shifted and lowered my
head. I just stuck my tongue out a little and let it touch him
gently and then let my upper lip form a wide kiss on the head. I
slowed my hand a little to steady his dick so I could keep the
tip in my kiss. Getting a little more brave, I allowed the whole
head in my mouth, moving just the head in and out in rapid
strokes. When I lashed my tongue over the top while doing this
Bill groaned a deep groan and made guttural noises through his
open upturned mouth. I bobbed my head a little and allowed maybe
a inch plus the head in and out of my mouth. The feeling was
enjoyable feeling the velvet smooth head with my tongue and lips.
But you could almost feel the hum of the blood coursing through
his engorged dick. He began to hump at my face a little and I
knew he was going to explode soon. D-day D-day I said to myself.
Do I let this come in my mouth and spit it into a napkin? Do I
let it shoot all over us and hope we can clean it up good enough?
Do I it and risk getting sick from the feel of its
unknown full taste and texture. The decision was made for in a
split second as Bill air and pushed a "Supp Supp Ughhh"
sound deep from in his throat. A fine watery blast hit the back
of my throat and I wanted to gag, so I had to that. Then
2 shots went into my mouth and I didn't know what to do, so I
held them hoping there wouldn't be much more. Then more and more
oozed out as he pumped towards my lips. I was naturally
just to keep him in my mouth with his movements under me. My
mouth was full!! What should I do?? Bill was reaching down and
grabbing the side of the seat to have something more to push up
to me with. To let it run out and down his dick and balls seemed
gross. I had gotten into this without thinking too much about
this end of it, or how to end it. I gave up and swallowed, one,
then two mouthfuls of his cum. I really tasted the second one and
it was not great, but not so terrible. It was thick, salty, and
just a trace of sweetness. But, it had a sort of unpleasant
bleachy aftertaste. As the second mouthful went down I felt more
oozing from the tip. I upstroked with my hand and felt my mouth
fill a little again. I swallowed and pulled the head from my
mouth. I coughed and began to gag a little and then all was fine.
I kept my head down and swallowed my saliva over and over to
clear my mouth. He was still oozing a little more and I kissed
the tip one more time to clean it. I still kept my head down and
was tying to produce as much saliva as possible to swallow.
"Oh Carree" Bill said, his voice cracking and a cry forming with
it. "I love you so, so much. That was unbelievable", he said as
he pulled my head up from his lap. He looked me straight in the
eye. "I love you", he repeated. I had been trying to not breath
in his face so he wouldn't smell my bleachy breath. But, he
pulled my face close and kissed me hard giving me his tongue and
inviting me to give him mine. There were still traces of his
in my mouth and I know we were sharing it, and he didn't care. I
was glad of that. He wouldn't ask me to taste anything he
wouldn't. I felt exhilarated in my feat. Imagine sweet little
Carree, she just gave her man, Bill, a blowjob, and she loved
herself for it. I didn't like the term 'blowjob', but 'oral love'
sounded like a textbook. was fine, it left no doubt. .She
could feel his sweet surprise in her belly and they were both
happy. She hadn't planned it this way, but it happened. She
smiled big for Bill and said, "I'm glad I was able to do that for
you. I love to make you happy, and I love to make my special love
to you with my mouth. Soon we will do it for each other, OK?"
Bill grabbed me and held me tighter than he ever did. "Soon,
soon", he said. "I want to have you that way too. That was the
most exciting thing that ever happened to me, and you did it. You
are so precious, so, so precious".
He sat back and waited for his breathing to return to normal. His
dick was shrinking and the skin growing over the head.
"Lets put him away while he still fits back in your pants," I
said as I pulled his boxers back up over his penis. He lifted his
butt up and pulled them up the rest of the way. He fiddled with
his belt and said, "I better get you the rest of the way home,
huh?" and then he kissed me again and again. He put the car in
drive and went up the drive. As we got close, the big sodium
light went on, sensing the movement of Bills car.
"Goodnight my special lover", I said as I kissed him over and
over again. "This was the best day of my whole life, Bill", I
said.
"Same here, Carree. Today I know I am in love for the rest of my
life", he said.
"I know, Bill, I know", I agreed as I scooted towards the door.
"Call me in the morning as soon as you get up, OK? I already miss
you and I'm not out of the car yet", I said. Then I got out of
the car and closed the door. I bent to look in and waved again.
He smiled and waved back, mouthing "I love you". I strode towards
the porch waiting to hear his car down the driveway. Instead
I heard a door open and I turned to find him halfway to the
porch.
He grabbed me and picked me up kissing me and spinning me around.
It was like a corny movie.
"I just had to come back and kiss you and tell you that I love
you. I don't want you to forget it", he said.
"Don't worry Bill, I wont. And I have something right here" I
said as I rubbed my tummy, "to remind me".
With that I planted my lips to his for another long kiss.
"You better go before we start something else", I said.
He kissed me again and ran to his car, waving as he got in and
drove away. The clock struck 2:00 a.m. as I walked into the
house.
I went to the bathroom and sat on the john to pee. As I wiped
myself, I realized how sensitive I still was from our play there
earlier. Getting to sleep in this "after sex" reverie would be
easy. I felt a little hunger pang because the only thing in my
stomach was Bills cum, his love. I took a little sip of water to
wash a stale taste from my mouth and I went to bed. Fully
satisfied. I was undeniably IN LOVE. IN HOT SEXY LOVE.
- - - - - - - - - - - -
"Carree come on, you have to wake up", I heard my shout, and
from her tone it was not the first time.
"I'm awake, I'm awake", I said. "What's the matter?"
"Church is the matter. Dad waited to go to eleven o'clock mass
for you, so you could sleep. It's five after 10. We leave in 40
minutes and you want to get ready, don't you? Shower and wash?",
she said through the door. Then as she opened it to make sure I
was awake she continued in a softer voice. "Your Dad said you
were in the driveway before one last night, and that Bill was a
man of his word. He doesn't know what time you came in, but he
says the last time he saw the clock before dozing off it was
quarter after, so you better say you were in by 20 after of half
past".
I was a little irritated at being awoken so abruptly, but glad
they weren't going to nine o'clock Mass like usual. Thank God for
2 hours extra sleep.
"I don't know what you do in that car for so long every time you
come home with him", my said, as she made busy raising the
shades and getting my towels out and such.
"What did you do in cars with your boyfriends, Mother?
What do you think?", I asked, kind of smarty pants.
She grew stern in her look and lowered her voice even more. "I
DID what you said you DON'T do in cars with my boyfriends, and
I'm not proud of it now and that's why I worry about you. I was
as pretty as you and every guy in the school wanted to go out
with me. I've said more than I want to here, but I take you at
your word that no screwing is going on and you are a virgin.
Don't do anything to make me think you are deceiving me. I told
MY I was a virgin too".
"Come on Mom, lighten up. You've told me more than I want to
know", I said. "It's really none of anyone's business if I'm a
virgin or not. But, I told you I was, and if I wasn't, I would
tell you that too, especially now. Bill and I know the score. We
spend a lot of time out there because we can be alone together
and talk and kiss and what have you. Mom, I wouldn't lie to you
about this. I am a virgin."
"I believe you, honey," she said hugging me. "I'm sorry I get so
frustrated with this subject. But I wasn't a very good in
high school and I don't want you to be like me. I was easy and no
boy wanted me for a steady girlfriend. I had to wait for
to meet who didn't know my reputation."
"Why are you telling me this NOW, Mom?", I asked. "What you did
then makes no difference to anyone. We all know the real you."
"I just wanted you to know that I know what can go on out there.
I didn't fall out of the sky a mother. I was a teenager just like
you. Ohh, we're babbling on here. Get ready for church. Some day
we'll have a woman to woman on it. OK?" she asked.
"OK, Mom", I said as I hugged her. "Don't worry about me! Bill is
the best guy in the world and he loves me so much and I love him.
We have it all together Mom, really."
She smiled and wiped away a tear as she left. After she left I
panicked a second that she may have seen that I shaved when I got
out of bed to hug her. However, my giant t-shirt covered me up
all the way to almost my knees. If this were summer, I may have
been a dead give away.
I gathered my towel and under things and threw on a robe and went
to shower. I thought of Bill all through my shower and all
through church. We were home about 15 minutes, about quarter
after 12 when the phone rang. I knew it was Bill.
"Hello?", I answered it.
"Hi Lover, how are you today?" Bill asked.
"Fantastic, how about you," I bubbled, to let him know that I was
still happy about last nights "activities".
"I have one small problem", he said. "I love you a lot more today
than yesterday," he said making me blush. "I know that sounds
corny, but its true. Can we get out this afternoon?", he asked.
"I think so", I said. "Let me find out what's going on here and I
can call you back in a few. My like me to check with them
to see if they had plans. OK?"
"OK, I'll wait for your call. Bye, baby doll" he said and hung
up.
Mom fixed a quick brunch of hot cereal with berries and pastrys.
She promised a nice big dinner tonight, around 7:00. With all the
Holiday activities coming up, she wanted to have one nice meal to
finish off the week. "I have a prime rib for tonight with all the
fixings. You can ask Bill if you want", said.
I checked to see if Dad was downstairs from changing and said to
her in a low voice "I'll ask him, only if you promise not to ask
him about sex in his car".
Mom looked up from stirring the Cream of Wheat and said, "That is
not amusing, I only said those things to you to make sure you
weren't lying to me about that".
It irked me that she had to check to see if I was lying. I never
lied to her before. She must have told some doozies in her day,
though, to suspect ME so. My fuse was lit.
Checking once more for Dad I strongly appealed to her. "Mom, you
told me this morning that you believed me, now I feel you are
doubting me. Dammit that makes me mad,. . . my own mother!" I
heard my dad begin to come down the stairs so I had to finish
quick. I sidled up to with my fists clenched at my side in
frustration and whispered loudly to her "You're my Mom, I'm your
daughter. When I say I didn't lie, believe me! I don't lie and I
don't fuck!"
I stormed out of the room already sorry for what I said. My Dad
asked what the ruckus was because there was never a raised voice
in our house. My was stifling tears and told my Dad it was
something she and I had to work out. She took breakfast off the
stove and sought me out. I was looking out the window
trying to cool the boil I was on.
Mom said, "Up to your room right now, so we can talk in private".
I turned on my heel and went up as instructed. She was right
behind me and closed the door.
"That word should only be used in passion, not in anger. That was
the first time it has ever been used in this house in anger and I
will not have it. I never said you were a liar. I just wanted to
make sure you weren't holding back the truth to protect me. I am
wrong to blame you for the fact that I lied to my about
what I did with out to all hours. I know that. You have been
brought up in a Christian household with a Christian education, 2
things I never had. I would like to think they made an impression
on you", finished and was flustered and near tears.
"Mom, I'm real sorry to use that word. I can tell you it is the
second time I have ever said it, and it was in anger. On the
other thing, I just resent being doubted. I never lied to you or
Dad and don't suspect I ever will. Of course there are little
protection deceptions. How else can anyone have a 'private' life?
But, this isn't one of them. If I was screwing around and
told you I wasn't, if you cornered me, you know I would tell the
truth", I responded.
"I'll tell you part of it", she explained. "You've had that look
of satisfaction that only sex can bring. I won't lie when I tell
you that I know it well. Your Dad and I are only in our early
forties. We enjoy the nights when you go out and leave us alone.
But, I don't want you to be like I was, OK?"
"I understand Mom. Just be careful of your words, that's all. I'm
honest with you and you accuse me of deception, and it hurts. As
far as the look of satisfaction", I said smiling, " you are right
on, and only a good who knows her could pick that
up. But there is no intercourse going on, I swear to you. Mom, I
really love Bill. He is so special. But, we are adults. Don't
treat us like kids. Last night you and Dad treated us like adults
and we thought it was great, to be trusted to stay out beyond
curfew, on our word. I love you Mom, and never want anything to
come between us."
"I know you do, but you can't fault me for protecting you. Let's
go down and eat. Please ask Bill to stay for dinner tonight, if
he likes. We should get to know him better I guess. Apparently he
makes you very happy. I won't question you about this again, OK?
I'll cover your Dad. He's putty in my hands," she said smiling.
We went downstairs and Dad was still stirring the cereal.
"Crisis averted Carl, and getting along fine now.
We just had a little disagreement on 'woman things'"
explained.
"Glory Be, Silvie, I was afraid it was about sex."
All three of us laughed. Dad thought it was a great idea to
invite Bill for dinner, and didn't mind if I saw him this
afternoon. I called Bill and asked him to call for me about half
past one. He called me sweet names and bid me goodbye. I really
couldn't wait to hold him and kiss him.
I put on jeans, long sleeve knit and vest to meet Bill when
he came. I felt really cool and knew it accented my figure. I
didn't wear a bra and knew it wasn't obvious with the vest
buttoned up. I felt free and ready to see Bill. When he came to
the door, my let him in as I walked from the utility room
where I as ironing tomorrows uniform. I walked right up to him in
front of both and Dad and put my arm around his neck and
kissed him.
"What do you think about coming back here for dinner later? My
Mom is making her specialty, prime rib with horseradish", I asked
him.
"Wow, that sounds great. We usually do pizza or subs on Sunday
night at home. My and Dad won't mind, but I'll call them to
be sure. Do you mind?, he said as he walked to the phone.
Dad motioned to the phone and Bill dialed up and after a few
words he came back and said "All set. I would be honored to sit
at your table with Carree".
"Oh, Bill, you're Eddie Haskel again", I said jabbing him.
"No I'm not", he said "I am honored", and he took my arm to walk
to the door.
"Bill, have her back by half past six at the latest so you can
wash up and we can talk, have some appetizers, umm . . .
beforehand, OK?", my Dad said.
"Sure thing, Mr Kasc" Bill said as we walked out the door.
As soon as we were out the door Bill said, "Geez Carree, don't
accuse me of laying on to them. I want them to trust me,
and not think I'm some phony or something".
"I'm sure they don't think that", I said. "Plus they know how
much I love you. I've had to tell them 50 times in the last day.
They keep asking about parking at the end of the driveway. I told
them it was private moments for us and that I loved you and we
were not screwing around. I think I may have gotten through to
both of them now. Ummm Bill, pull over in Closed for the Season."
(It was an Ice Cream stand that only stayed open from Memorial
Day to Labor Day, the rest of the year they had a big sign up,
Closed for the Season)
"Sure, why?" he asked as he pulled in.
"So I can do this" I said just before I kissed him deeply on the
lips. I pulled back from him and told him, "Last night was
absolutely wonderful, the ending to a perfect day. We crossed so
many bridges yesterday and made up for some lost time, too. The
whole day with you was things I never really thought I would ever
do, especially with you. I all but gave up hope for you as a
lover, really. You were fantastic. Once the day comes when you
can finally put that beautiful dick inside of me I know it will
be worth the wait. Until then, we can have lots of moments like
last night and they can only get better once you do that to me."
"Carree, you are so amazing. How can someone so beautiful, so
sexy, so smart, love me? All the years we were together were like
warm ups for the real heat. I've always wanted to do everything
to you and thought I never could. I love you good because I love
you so much. And you! You loved me beyond any of my expectations.
I never thought any woman would ever do that to me. I knew you
loved me, but that much? Its all a blur", he said losing his
breath he talked so fast.
"Bill, when your penis was in my mouth I could feel your heart
beat. It was so special. I never knew it would be so sexy, such a
turn on. It felt so warm and smooth, like velvet. I wasn't really
planning on taking your stuff, but it just happened. It was not
bad to taste, and most of all, it was you. I was so glad it
happened that way. I could do it again right now", I said.
"Carree, I could taste it on your lips and tongue and I was glad
I could. If we could find a spot I would love for you to do it
again. Just talking about it has me hard as a rock. Well, kissing
you does that. Talking just makes it harder", Bill said as he
began to breath heavier.
"Bill we won't see each other like this again till next Sunday. I
would gladly do it again, just to please you. But where can we
go?", I asked.
"I'll try to think of someplace", Bill said. "If we don't find a
spot that's private, we'll just have to wait. I want to get my
tongue into you too, you know."
Bill just talking about putting his tongue in me made me shutter.
It was the thing he wanted to do as much as I wanted to have him
in my mouth. I didn't hold out much hope of finding a private
place in broad daylight. Bill pulled out of Closed for the Season
and turned back away from town, saying, "I think I know a spot."
He drove about 2 miles away from town and turned up the road that
led to his house.
"Bill are you going home?", I asked
"Yeah, I think I have the place all to myself until at least 5
o'clock. Let me go read Moms note", he said.
"Her note?", I wondered aloud.
He explained, "When I called back home about dinner with you
she said that she and Pop were going to shop at the outlets in
Massachusetts. But they had to stop at a place near Canaan, on
the State line, to see some antiques. The guy wouldn't be there
until half past three, I think. She said she would leave me his
number in case I needed them for something."
"Oh, this is too good Bill, are you sure?" I wondered aloud.
"Let's just go read the note, OK?" he said.
I've only been to Bills twice before, once for a party and once
for pictures before a dance where we had to dress up in costume.
We got there and there was no one home. Bill was an only child
and his parents' families were from Vermont. So, they wouldn't
normally have anyone dropping in. Bill pulled up the drive and
backed to the front of the garage.
"Come on", he said, "lets go check my Moms note".
Sure enough there was a note that she and his dad had left before
they knew he would be calling. It said "The antique speculator
from Cannan called an will be home this afternoon after 3:30. We
are going to the outlets in Lee Mass for a while, and will stop
in Canaan on the way back. We'll bring dinner home. Here's the
antiquary's phone number if you need to leave us a message 555-
1234. Love, and Pop"
I looked at Bill and giggled. "Ohh, you have a dirty mind" I
said.
"Nahhhh", he exaggerated, "I just love you so much there's
nothing I won't do to make you happy. Thank God I thought of
this. Still though, I have to do something to give us a fail-safe
in case they come home early. . . . Gee, I'm so stupid. We can
just go to my room over the garage. I go there all the time to
study and write. If they see my car parked in front of the
garages with a fire going, they won't even question it."
Bill had told me about his writing room, but I had never seen it.
We went to the side door and he let me in and he followed after
me up the stairs, first setting the dead bolt.
"You're watching my ass, Bill", I joked knowingly.
"I'm gonna kiss and lick it later", he said catching up to me to
give it a slap and a squeeze.
His writing room was about 20 by 20 and had a Franklin stove in
the middle. He had a big Commodore computer that he did his
writing on there. He called it his super word processor, but I
thought it was a computer. There were two chairs, and a desk,
as well as a curved seat. Like a chaise lounge, only it was
inside furniture. There was a small bathroom with only a
and sink. But, as a study room where he could be alone, it was
awesome, and for us, it was even better. It was chilly. He said
there was electric baseboard heat to keep the pipes from
freezing, but they never turned it up much over 55. The stove
kept it toasty in the winter, if you had to work there. Bill
threw a couple logs in the stove and had a fire going in no time.
I was shivering a little, partly from being cold, part from
nerves and part from being a little scared.
"He saw me shivering and said "Come here, let me get you warm".
He pulled the slouch couch (his name, not mine) over near the
stove and sat, patting the spot next to him for me. We proceeded
to kiss and neck up a storm as we warmed up and got 'familiar'
with each other. Eventually Bill had me on my back on the slouch
couch after taking my coat off, as it had gotten warmer in the
room, in more ways than one. He was in between my spread legs
kissing my neck and face when he started unbuttoning my vest.
Once divested of that he clearly saw my braless nipples through
my knit shirt. He pinched both nipples and held them between his
middle and forefingers. He then used his thumb to massage the
pinched bud. He was making me crazy. I felt him undo my belt and
then he pulled my up over my breasts. He kept telling me
over and over again how beautiful my were. For the first
time he called them 'tits'. I never used that word much because I
thought it cheapened real ripe like mine. could
have fake tits, but real breasts. Either name was OK right now.
They were electrically charged to my pussy, I know that. It was
more obvious this afternoon, that not having a pubic bush made
your wetter faster. I felt soaked. I wanted him to take
my pants off, and soon. But, he knew how to tease. He cupped 4
fingers between my legs and rubbed his thumb over the spot where
my clit was, rocking his fingers back and forth. He was bathing
my with his tongue and he was making sure no spot was
missed. After what the tongue bath and nipple chewing had done I
was nuts with desire, but he remained patient. He trailed kisses
down my belly to my navel. I swear he tried to lick my back
through my belly button he drove into it so hard. Finally he
trailed down to where he had unsnapped my jeans. He took my
zipper tab between his tongue and upper teeth and pulled it down.
I wanted to jump up and shed my jeans, but he remained ever the
tease. He sat back and grabbed my jeans at the hips and coaxed me
to lift my legs and rolled me up on my back so he could slide
them off. I had my legs together in the air and he pulled them
down with my underwear. Now he just had to push them up and off
my legs so I could put my legs on either side of him. But he
stopped pushing off my jeans. They were just 6 inches below my
ass with my legs together in the air and he held me here. He
pushed his face into my hairless and tongued his way up my
vulva, which was forced closed by my position, and drilled down
to my now clit. I was prone and couldn't stop him if I
wanted to. I started cumming right there making noises and sounds
I never knew I could make. He pushed my legs back a little more
turning my butt up even more and he brought his tongue down and
kissed my butthole, quickly tonguing it. It felt really weird but
exciting, but it was over before I knew it. He pushed my pants
the rest of the way up and off my legs. Now I could finally rest
my legs on either side of his body. He dropped his head to my
pussy and kissed and licked all around it everywhere, except my
clit. I was wound tighter than a baseball when he finally waved
his tongue over my clit. He danced it over my tender bud,
occasionally nipping at it and then it out and away from
my body. Finally he held it in one position and flickered his
tongue over my clit as fast as he could. I jerked up on my elbows
and thrust out my chest as waves of orgasms hit. One after
another and I couldn't breath. For sure I was going to pass out.
I wanted to push his head away but I was paralyzed, vibrating and
trying to breath. I felt a steam of fluid escape me and must have
hit him in the face. He never lost a stroke of his tongue and
finally I was able to shout a loud yelp to signal the top of my
orgasm. Then, while inhaling for the first time in what seemed 2
minutes, I came off my elbows and held my as I drew that
long hard breath. I must have had 3 or 4 small orgasms while I
drew that breath. I was vibrating and bouncing on that chaise
like a snake on a hot griddle. In the last 3 days I had orgasms
so earth shattering that I didn't think they could be topped.
Anything more intense than this one and I would surely pass out
or die. I finally had enough coordinated strength to push his
mouth away from me. "no, No, NOOOO!!"I told him trying to get him
to stop, but he fought me. He was trying to keep that tongue
dancing on my clit. He finally gave it up but didn't take it out
of my pussy. He tried to my lips as he ran his tongue up
and down the groove. I finally gave up fighting the orgasms and
sank in to the lounge. He sensed I was through and finally lay
back a little with his head resting just inches from my pussy. I
don't know how many times I came, at least 10, but the one orgasm
must have lasted over a minute. A moment more and I would have
blacked out. All of the about being eaten and how good
the orgasm was were under-stated. This was beyond description.
From exhaustion I think I fell asleep right there for a second or
two. A couple sharp slaps on the hip from Bill brought me back to
reality. My eyes filled with tears as I smiled at him. He slapped
my hip again and I realized he was trying to get me to kneel up.
I rolled over and went to my knees, not sure what he wanted. I
felt his mouth take big slobbering bites of my ass cheeks. He
gave them a full bath eventually chewing and working his tongue
to the top of the of my butt halves. Using his hands he
spread them little by little working his tongue down the groove,
totally bathing me. He reached my little private and gently
whisked his tongue over and over it. Bill had definitely seen
some good flicks to learn all of this technique. Little did he
know that was how I knew what to do with his penis in my mouth. A
tongue in your butthole may be one of the most erotic and strange
feelings there is. The more he wiped it back and forth the more I
felt it open up. The more it opened, the more nerve endings he
found. I buried my face in the couch as I felt another strange
and different orgasm building. As I began to breath un-even while
keeping his tongue in my ass, he put one finger in my and
flicked it like he was trying to reach the back of my clit, from
the inside. Whatever he touched, I'm guessing it was what I read
to be the G-spot, I went off quickly with a hard grunt and I know
I snapped my hips back in his face and I leaked fluid again. I
could definitely squirt!! Once I got control of myself I crawled
forward and turned to my hip to disengage him.
"Oh my God, Bill! Oh my God, Bill! Oh my God, Bill! Stop!! I'll
die with any more!! Where did you learn that!! Oh my God, Bill!"
I pleaded as I cupped my and asshole with my hand to
prevent him touching me anymore. He flipped to the floor and
knelt beside me and brought his face to mine. "I just love you
and want to make you happy. Umm . . . did you cum", he smiled at
me knowingly.
"Yes, a little. . . . F U C K, I came a lot!! I thought my heart
was going to explode. Where did you learn to do all that stuff?
What were you in your former life" I facetiously asked.
"I told you I had some of my Dads porno's to keep myself busy
when I needed to relieve my frustration with you. I watched them
and jacked off right here on the slouch couch, imagining I was
with you", he explained.
"Well, you are as good a student here as you are in school" I
said smiling and panting. "Can I get a drink of water"?
Bill smiled and got up and went to the little bathroom and
brought me a paper cup of water. I sat up and swung my feet to
the floor. I was afraid to stand up, feeling a little
lightheaded. As he stood there I saw the outline of his erection.
He hadn't even loosened his pants during his marathon with me. He
had to be hurting.
I reached out and pressed my palm up and down the length of his
bulge. I looked up at him and smiled. I spread my feet and knees
so he could stand between them and I hugged the side of my face
to his bulge, then turned my face and buried my nose in his
crotch and inhaled deeply, then hugged my other cheek to him. I
looked up and found the tab on his zipper. I snaked it down and
reached in his boxers to fish out his dick. This was not going to
work. I undid his belt and pulled his jeans down just below his
ass. I carefully pulled the boxer waistband out, down and away
from his dick. I smiled as it sprang up and said "Hi" to me.
Without touching, it I put the head in my mouth and hummed along
with Bill as he moaned approval. I lolled the head in my mouth,
and it felt so good. It was already an friend. I tried to get
a little more in my mouth, but could only manage an inch or so
past the head. I don't think I was going to be a deep throater. I
brought my hand up and started to stroke him in rhythm with my
mouth. I could barely hear Bill's moaning and cheering me on as I
devoted all my senses to his dick. Put his hands in my hair and
was stroking it, then petting my cheek. He was calling my name
and telling me how beautiful I looked with his cock in my mouth.
I never heard him say "cock" before, I didn't think. He never
heard me say fuck before either, so we were even there. He pulled
my hand away from his dick and held my face a little. He started
to move his hips a little and I saw he wanted to hump at my face.
I let him as I held my head still. He was getting more of his
err. . . cock in my mouth than I felt comfortable with. I pressed
my hand to his hip to show him he was too deep. He stopped and
pulled his cock from my mouth.
"Let me get undressed and we can do this right", he said.
He knew I would be happier being in control and he was right.
Besides I wanted to kneel over him and inspect him like he
inspected me. I had a feeling I was going to know his cock pretty
well.
As Bill undressed and then adjusted the stove I couldn't help but
think of the changes in both of us in the last few weeks. Two
frustrated adults who wanted to explore their sexuality,
but not with just anyone, with each other. If Bill's uncle hadn't
invited him to deer camp, my frustration with Bill might have got
the best of me. I might be out looking for a new boyfriend right
now. How weird is life?
Bill walked over to the couch and sat down as I stood up. He laid
back and I knelt between his knees. We necked and kissed for a
moment and I tasted myself on his face. Normally that smell would
have grossed me out, but now I associated that with sex. I loved
the aroma. I splayed my hair on his chest as I kissed and bit at
his nipples. I was surprised they had some of the same erectile
qualitys as mine. Again, what strange beings these males were.
I loved his smell as I kissed and licked at his hairy chest. I
got to his belly button and I had fun with it using my tongue. I
felt his dick bounce a few times under my and I knew he
was full of anticipation. I kissed down to his cock and kissed
around the base and then tried to go lower to his balls. He was
really hairy there and it was unpleasant for me to do what I saw
in Kim's video, where the them and put them in her
mouth. I put small kisses around his sack and returned to the
head of his pretty penis. I grabbed it with my hand and rubbed it
on my lips and tongue, my eyes glued to his. I closed my eyes as
I sank my head over his penis. In this position I could get a
little more in my mouth, maybe the head and 2 or 3 inches, but it
was not comfortable or sexy for me. I returned my hand to the
shaft and kept my mouth over the head. I stroked and moved the
head in and out of my mouth, never really letting the crown out
past my lips. He began to shutter a bit and he pushed my hand
away.
"Just your mouth, just your mouth", he said excitedly.
I hummed loudly and proceeded as he asked. It was pleasant for me
to do this as I felt him shutter and could feel his heart quicken
through the head of his dick in my mouth. He was leaking
something as I began to taste a little bleachy after-taste. I
knew he was close.
His breathing quickened and his whispered in a guttural voice,
"Do you want me, baby? Do you want my cum? Or do you want to
watch it spray?".
I answered by redoubling my effort. I wanted it in my mouth. He
began to hitch and shutter wildly gripping the sides of the
couch.
"Here it is Carree", he bellowed and the first shot hit the back
of my throat. I gagged a little and was afraid of hurting him but
I suppressed it by swallowing and more warm gelatinous fluid
filled my mouth, I kept swallowing until I felt no more eruptions
from him. How he could have produced that much in the 12 or so
hours from last night was beyond me. It was not terrible tasting,
but not a taste you would ask for in, say, an ice cream. I liked
it because it was Bill. Last night when I went to bed knowing
that my tummy was full of his juices, I was content and happy. It
sounds silly, but I was. Swallowing his semen was as intimate a
thing as I could do for him. Intimacy or innermost feelings in
sexual relations mean the most. I wanted that for Bill.
I kept stroking up on his penis to get any last drops of his
ejaculation. Doing so was driving him crazy and he finally
managed to push my mouth and hands away. I wiped my mouth with
the back of my hand and crawled up and collapsed on his prone
body. He sought out my mouth and we exchanged tongues and tastes.
I once thought that a would never kiss the woman who had oral
sex with him, and vice-versa. But that is not true in real love
situations. We reveled in it. After a prolonged kiss I finally
slid down his side and we spooned on his slouch couch.
"That was awesome", I said as I held him so tightly to me.
"Everything was awesome, but I have questions, Sweet William".
"Ahh, William. I love hearing that. If I were to choose what
people would really call me, it would be William. When I write, I
author as William", he meandered off the subject.
"The questions have to do with your foray on my ass", I said,
with a little feigned indignity.
He sat up a little and turned to look at me. "That was a little
spur of the moment. Ahhh . . . I just had to kiss that beautiful
ass, and I wanted to lick those cheeks. Your butt just turns me
on so. It's perfect! And, well, when I got to your crack, I
couldn't help myself. Your little was so, so . . .inviting
and once I touched it with my tongue you reacted so sexy, I
couldn't stop myself. You liked it didn't you, especially when I
found your G-spot. Man, you squirt!! That's supposed to be the
most intense for a female. They say the nerve endings in the G-
spot and the . . . rect . . . asshole are shared, or something.
I've read a lot on sexuality, Dr Kinseys stuff, you know. Couples
can do it there too, if you prepare and are gentle, a . . ." he
faded off as he saw me smiling at him.
"You're cute when you get caught with your hand in the cookie
jar, Bill. I liked it enough, just it was unexpected. Now that's
intimate. I know about having sex there, it just seems hard to
imagine. Although, what you did was very exciting. Maybe someday,
hey, we have a whole lifetime", I said.
We lay quietly for a few more minutes and Bill finally spoke.
"This weekend was the most incredible of my life. So many little
fantasies I had about you, about our love, have come true. One
thing all of this sex has done is made me want to be inside of
you more than ever. God, I want to make love to you. To really,
fuck, . . . you know. Having sex like we did is great but, it
makes NOT doing the other seem even harder. If every weekend were
like this one, we might be nuts in a few weeks".
"I know", I said. "I was thinking the same thing too. Moments
like these have to be special, not every time we see each other.
They can't be planned, they just have to happen", I said.
"Umm Carree, do you think someday we will, you know, be
and together every night?" Bill asked measuring his words so as
not to really propose.
"Bill, I hope so. But, you know we have to live through some hard
years ahead. College. Probably away from each other. We've never
been out with anyone else, will we still think each other to be
as exciting after meeting new people?. I can say that I can't
imagine anyone but you, Bill", I said.
"Same here, Care, its only you I can think of", Bill said.
"So, now we know what bringing each other to total ecstasy is, in
a couple different ways. We are familiar and comfortable with
each others bodies. Now we have to cool our jets a little though,
Agree?", I said.
"Agree", he said. "Picking our spots for our lovemaking should
not be taken lightly. Each time should be special. God, I love
you Carree. Thank you for making this weekend so special."
"God, Bill you made it as special for me. Lets make a pact, that
we don't do anything like this in the car anymore. Today was too
beautiful where we could take off our clothes and love each
others bodies so completely", I said. "Gee, do you think I could
move in here each weekend?", I asked jokingly.
"I'm not sure, I'll ask, OK?" he played along.
"But", he continued, "Seriously though, this is the only way to
be with each other; Free and without worry. We know how we feel
about each other; we don't need to do this every 5 minutes to
prove it, although it would be nice."
"Yes, I do think this was a weekend to get some things out in the
open. We really deserved it. I feel so much better about every
thing. I worried about how sex would be without intercourse, and
now I know it can be very fulfilling", I said.
Bill flipped over and faced me, then hugged me, then kissed me.
Next time we have to plan to overnight together" he said, "that
would be awesome. What would you like to do?" he asked.
"I want to shower with you. To clean and rub and wash, and suck
here, and wash, and suck there, ooooooooooooooooh! I get chicken
skin just thinking of it", I said.
"Damn, it's giving me another hard-on", Bill said.
"Ohh, it is raising up and shedding its skin. What should we do
about that?" I asked teasingly as it got to full mast in no time.
"Just watch me stroke it", Bill said as he grabbed it and began
pulling on it with earnest. "See what you do to me, Carree"
He was stroking it easily and he was throwing his head back and
moaning. I wanted to get into the action. I moved my head down
near his cock and watched it appear and disappear in its skin.
"Ooo Bill, you don't think I'm going to miss a chance to feel
that in my mouth again do you." I asked.
"God Carree, if I knew you were going to like it this
much, I would have asked you 2 years ago", Bill said.
"Bill, if those balls were bigger, you might have gotten my mouth
a lot sooner", I chided. "Although I never thought I would like
doing this".
"Gonna come" he said and went into his little dance
I put my mouth over the head of his cock and felt his come almost
immediately. Thee were no shots or volleys of sperm, just an
oozing flow. I waved my tongue through the flow and then gave his
dick a hard suck. Bang, that's all he could take. He pushed my
mouth off and left some running out of the little and across
my chin as I was pushed away. This stuff was really and I
knew I would vomit if I tried to it. I grabbed my water
cup from before and spit it into it
"Oh, sorry Care, too sensitive" he said as he writhed in
pleasure pain.
I laughed at his predicament as I watched the last few drops of
his go over his hands as he rubbed the pain away.
"You are sure strange creatures", I said, "I couldn't
that. It was like the stuff you cough out of your throat, real
thick wads. Yueech!!
But his show had done a little for me too as I rubbed my
without thinking.
"You want some help with that" Bill said as he flipped over to
the floor on his knees. He pulled me to the edge of the couch and
buried his tongue in my pussy. In 30 seconds I was begging for
mercy, as he had been. I came a couple quick short orgasms and
pushed him away.
"Gawwwdd, lets get dressed before we kill each other" I said, and
we did.
Bill watched me get dressed and I know he was getting aroused
again. I looked down at his dick and then at him, shaking my
head. He laughed and said it was my fault. I sat back down as he
got up to dress. He had to stuff his dick in his pants a little,
but it went away. We were both sensitive in the crotch. Bill
looked at his watch and said "Wow, five o'clock. Let me seal up
the stove and we can get going to your house. I am famished."
I told him I was full and had been eating all afternoon. He
laughed and kissed me.
By a little after five we were in Bills car and headed down the
back road to get roundabout to my house. He didn't want to cross
paths with his on their way home. We got to my house
about 5:30 after stopping to get a couple Cokes to wash our
breath away. and Dad were glad to see us early and they sat
in the living room with us chit-chatting about bits of
everything. They asked us both questions about and
eventually turned the subject around to us. got up and went
to get a tray of hors d'oeuvres that the 4 of us wolfed down.
They asked us "couple" questions and impressed commitment on us.
How we were and making long term commitments were going to
be tough. They were "for" us, as a couple, but thought that such
a love would have to be strong to last the upcoming
formative years of adulthood.
I wanted to blurt out "Geez, and Dad, I just his dick
3 times in the last 18 hours, isn't that a strong commitment?"
It was just then that I realized how I cheapened our love. I
hadn't "sucked his dick", or "given him a blowjob". Whores and
tramps would do that. I had made love to him, and him to me. I
could never look at a great looking guy and wish to perform that
act with no love involved. It was because he was Bill, he was
special. God, I loved him.
After that thought I pulled Bills knee and brought his leg right
next to mine on the sofa while and Dad talked. I smiled at
him and gave him a passionate look and bent a little to hug our
legs together. For me, in front of my parents, it was a pretty
intimate move, but I had to do it right then. I smiled at Bill
and looked to see that my took in the whole thing.
My looked uncomfortable, but my Dad said "She sure loves you,
son. Be sure to take good care of her. She's my pride and joy
too."
"Don't worry, Mr. and Mrs. Kasc. I'll always take great care of
her. I couldn't love her more", Bill said as I sat with a tear
running down my cheek.
"Come on Carree", my said. "Give me a hand in the kitchen and
we can eat".
I followed her into the kitchen and she gave me little orders,
hand me this, put this here, get me the whatever. We were busy in
the warm kitchen.
"Why don't you take off that vest Carree, you must be hot", she
said.
" Mom, I'm not wearing a bra under my shirt, I can't take off my
vest", I said as I laughed to myself.
"Nothing wrong with being modest, Carree. I'm proud you're like
that", my said.
I thought of me with my face buried in the slouch couch, my ass
in the air and Bill with his tongue in my butthole. "Nothing
wrong with being modest!"
We put dinner on the table and we had a great time. It was a
great ending to a seminal weekend in our relationship.
Bill and I only had sexual liaisons once more before Christmas,
and just 2 more times before school got out that June. As hot as
we were for each other, we feared too much of a good thing. For
us to be intimate, everything had to be special. No cars or
backseats. We were selective, and when it happened, it was always
awesome and incredible.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
According to Williams outline, this ends Carree Loves Billy. It
was to be the of the few weeks that led up to and included
our sexual awakening with each other. I hope I have done that to
his liking. His little notes about the things he wanted to
include were all abided. He has several ideas for other separate
stories, all true accounts that he remembered as special, and
hot. I will write all of them some day.
An epilogue is my idea because I think some loose ends should be
tied and a few things explained.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
CARREE LOVES BILLY - EPILOGUE
Now comes the part of the that I dread. I must explain a
few things.
I kept diaries all through my early school years. As I got closer
and closer to Billy, they became mainly just about him and the
things we did together. They evolved into my sex diaries, and
they became my erotic accounts of Billy and I. After William and
I we began to enjoy reading erotic to each other.
It was just a kink. One night I read him a that I actually
wrote from my diary. About half way through, he realized it was
he and I in the story. He was intrigued and wanted to know how I
had such detail. I confessed, I had the diaries.
He never asked to see them, but let me read different things from
them, different situations, different times. He was fascinated.
He said that if I gave him a list, with the timeline, and
specific events, he would love to ghost write some erotic
with my help. He thought it would be a gas to go online and read
our own to each other. Over a couple months I gave
finally gave him what he needed. He made an outline on some of
the but wanted to do a long piece about the weeks that
led up to and included that weekend before Thanksgiving in 1992.
That was to be "Carree Loves Billy".
I agreed to hand over the diaries and let him read them when we
started the stories. The only things in them that he didn't
already "really" know about were, the "blanket party" and
watching Kim's video. I credit that as sort of an oral sex
primer for me, in my diary. I think he thought he taught me
everything from the he snuck from his Dads room.
Unfortunately, my William never saw those diaries. He was excited
to write the stories, and he planned on using Billy Hand as his
non deplume.
In March of 2001 something happened that neither I, nor anyone
else, could save him from. William was in the wrong place at the
wrong time. He went out to get a bottle of wine for the dinner I
was preparing. On his way home there was a sudden ice shower,
freezing rain, what have you. A car, a few hundred yards in
front of him, went off the road. He slowed down to see if the
driver was OK. It was a pregnant woman, her car down the ditch.
She got out OK, but could not climb the bank to the road. Bill
told her to wait and parked his car on the shoulder. He went down
the bank to help her get up. They had gotten about half way up
when another car spun out while braking to rubberneck. William
was hit hard by the car and was knocked down the bank and pinned
under the car. The woman was thrown clear. Almost immediately a
car with 4 on their way home from work stopped to help. They
saw William was breathing and they rolled the car off him. He was
alive, but never regained consciousness. His neck was broken.
Paramedics took him, on a board, to the hospital where I saw him
for the last time. William expired with me holding his hand.
While doctors told me there was little they could do for him,
they tried. He was going to surgery when he died. There he was,
looking like he could wake up and talk to me, but he was gone. I
have cried everyday, as I am now, for 10 months asking "why?" Why
him, why then?
I hope our erotic show you what a wonderful man, lover
and husband he was. I had my sexual relationship with my dear
William for almost 9 years, and for 4 years before that, he was
my best friend. I am thankful for that. He was a brilliant
who was having his dream lived out, by having his first novel
bought with a nice advance from the publisher. He never finished
it, but I am taking that task too. I have his outlines for the
final chapter. It should go to the editor before summer of 2002.
What about me?
I will be fine over time, but I will never get over Billy, Bill,
William. I write for travel and vacation magazines and guides.
Since September 11 work has been sparse, so I had the time to
work on this project and the novel.
My looks will keep me in work for some time, as well as my
writing. I have done some swimsuit ads, and my appears in
many island resort photos of people having fun on the white sand
beaches. If you have any of those brochures, the in the
blue bikini might just be me.
Even this, I have to thank William for. I was always a fair
skinned, blue-eyed blonde. From the time I was interested in
there was Billy. I never fussed to impress anyone else, to win
any other guy over. I was just him and me. I never had to spend hours
in front of a mirror primping.
When Bill cried the first time he saw me nude, I had to ask him
why. He told me I was "so beautiful". He made me look at myself
and really see how blessed I was. When he was writing in
(stringing, he called it) for different magazines he began to get
checks for his work. He bought me nice things so I could dress
sexy for him. Not cheap, but sexy. Later when I started to travel
on assignments for resorts he would accompany me at times. Once,
when I had grown my hair out, we were in Hartsfield International
in Atlanta. A in the terminal asked, "May I have your
autograph Ms. Pfeiffer?". William played along and said,
"Michelle, sign for this man, but we have to get going". From
then on he wanted me to play along with him that I was Michelle
Pfeiffer. When I grew my hair out and got the wave going, I did
resemble her, but mostly with sunglasses. He loved goofing on
people like that. But now, thanks to William, I am proud of the
way that I look. He would see me nude and rush to hold me, not
sexually, but as his treasure. No could treat a woman better
than William. Never once did he treat me as a thing, as his
property, or as a sexual toy. I was always respected as a woman.
This past summer I went back home to visit my parents, William's
parents and my friends that were still around. I had to show
them I survived. But, in many ways I hadn't. It was like I was
looking for him. At the Wilson's house I asked to go in the
"writing room" over the garage. The slouch couch was still there
as was the desk and the Commodore computer. After William
left and got his kept an index of her antiques on
that relic. I looked at the slouch couch and cried. Mrs Wilson
asked me why and I just told her it had a sentiment for me. She
told me that she had bought it as an antique psychiatrist sofa,
and later found it was a fraud. She put it in Bills room as a
lounger. I asked to sleep there in that room that night.
She said shaking her head, "Bill isn't here". I told her I knew
that, but I wanted to feel close to him. When she balked more I
told her,
"Billy made love to me on that couch quite a few times, including
the first time. Please let me stay", and I did.
I dreamed of William that night and even woke up excited like he
was still alive. Reality hit, but the initial rush was great.
So, soon I'll be back to work. I have 2 assignments for the
middle of January through February. I have a review of a resort,
and will supervise a resort magazine that will feature some
photos of me. Plus, I have to finish Williams's novel. It was
basically done, but he had editing he wanted to do. He had hand
written notes on his galleys while flying with me last February.
After that, I will try to restart my life. When I get lonely I
may write more of our erotic stories. I realize I am writing them
from my viewpoint and perspective, but, so far, I think he would
be happy. There are of our 18 th birthdays, prom night,
graduation weekend and our liaisons while away at school, and our
wedding night. He has 10 subject outlined he wanted to do
besides the Carree Loves Billy long piece. I'll try to do each
one. The only embellishments are to protect real people and
places.
I hope you enjoy them and think of the love we expended in living
them. Knowing people are reading them makes me feel like a part
of William is still with me. Thanks.
Carree