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After School Part Three

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After School Part Three by We both saw the label at the same time. One of the others had ordered champagne but neither of us was paying attention. When the steward came and presented the selection to each of us, first Vicki, and then I, each of us caught our breath Veuve Clieqot Ponsardin It was my senior prom. She was still a sophomore. Vicki and I started out as casual friends but for over a year, by then, we had been sharing a plane of intimacy that is generally reserved only for the naive or the young. We had met about a year and a half ago. We had been intimate for more than a year, by the time of the prom. Veuve Clieqot Ponsardin Vicki and her dad lived across town, up on Blueberry Hill kind of the newer, richer part.For a long while, I never met her dad. He worked nights and Vicki was often alone. It never seemed to bother her, though at least when I was there. Anyway, that day when we first, truly bonded (and, you know what I mean by that) Vicki surprised me with a bottle of her dad's champagne Veuve Clieqot. So, when we saw the label on the bottle, that the steward was displaying for everyone, well for Vicki and I, it was a sharing of a certain, private erotic remembrance. Let's celebrate! she suddenly cried out, back in her room more than a year ago. Huh? I said I was half asleep, laying on her bed. Let's celebrate! she exclaimed, again. Ill be right back Wrapping her robe around her naked body, stepping into slippers, dashing away I lay in her bed, still groggy but with an emerging curiosity. Huh? I heard myself say, even though her footsteps were already far down the stairway. Then, I fell back to sleep. POP! I thought that would wake you up, I heard her voice say loudly. OH OH OH, I heard next. My opened eyes revealed a foamy fountain of stuff launching right toward me. SPLASH! CHILL! AAAHHH! Vicki's laughter can cure any moment, even dire shock! In the restaurant, I heard her whisper, Let's celebrate. I looked around at our friends, sipping champagne. I was thinking how glad I was that Vicki's dad let us use his car for the night. Everyone else took a limo together. I winked at her and she smiled back, with a glint in her eye. We said we would meet everyone later, at the beach house, like we planned. But, for now, we were going to take off for a while. Lots of glinty smiles, no objections. Where should we go? I asked. Uhm somewhere dark and private? she replied pause, little giggle. I took a deep breath I can smell the ocean from here. Wanna go straight to the beach house, now? Vicki brightened with a loud, Ya! She was sooooo beautiful. Her gown fitted to her 16 year old frame like a flame around a wick. Her dirty blond hair was even longer, now, flowing well passed her shoulders, full and slightly wavy.I was glad that she did not wear it up in some contrived style like most of the other gals did all looking so different from how each of them normally seem; hair piled high, gowns that didn't seemed to belong on them. But Vicki, my Vicki although she was younger than any of them, she stood out by virtue of her nature, everything about her contributed to a complete ensemble. What captured my heart, though, was her cavalier manner that convinced me (always and repeatedly) that she either was unaware or unaffected it didn't seem to matter which. Her sense of humor would always affirm it to me. Let's celebrate, she whispered, almost to herself The beach house belonged to the family of one of our friends. It was about ten miles away. The ride seemed much shorter, though. We had the radio on, the car windows opened and we were talking up a storm. In particular, we were reminiscing about our first Veuve Clieqot experience, more than a year before. After spraying the cold champagne all over me, back then when I was dozing on her bed, Vicki's playful laughter was almost immediately followed by an aggressive attack upon my person. Jumping onto the bed, arms targeting my waist she butt-headed my stomach knocking both of us off the other side of the bed. I told her in the car, on the way to the beach house, that the only thing that saved her from my retribution was that giggle of hers. In my mind, I added that giggle that I had so fallen in love with. At that very moment, the very same giggle percolated up from her deep within her and along with it a new resurgence of my love for her. Oh! Here! Take this turn. Let's go down to the point, instead! she cried out, directing me to an unpaved spur off the road. I took the turn a little too fast, causing her to slide over to me. She didn't slide back. Instead, she held onto me; her left hand on my right thigh, her right hand on my forearm. It was a bumpy ride which made it all the more fun. Vicki's hand had made its way into my crotch, my hardness a target for her manipulations. Remember when she started to say. Oh, ya I inserted. Without waiting to get to the end of the road, we pulled over. Right away, she unbuckled my trousers, slipped her hand in and began to pull at my cock. Her head went down and in no time she was sucking on my pole. As I reached my hand over to massage her breasts, I saw that her other hand had already pulled her gown up and was inside her panties. I knew what she wanted me to do. Just like that night with the champagne, I knew she wanted me to stroke my cock for her while she sucked me. It turned her on so much, I knew. Me too. Her left hand was cupped around my balls and the base of my shaft. Her right hand was between her legs, her fingers probing into her pussy while her thumb pressed and rubbed up and down across her clit. Her lips and tongue played around the head of my cock as I began to stroke with increasing grunts and moans. In my mind's eye, I was seeing the scene we had played out that night more than a year ago. On the floor, next to her bed, we had arrived at these same positions. The difference, besides being fully naked, was that both of us could see everything we were doing in the mirror at the foot of her bed. It was so erotic, so incredibly erotic. Oomph, I could feel my balls beginning to tighten both from the intense pleasures we were giving each other right then as well as from the images that were playing back in my mind. In the next moment, the scene in my head came into sync with what was actually happening. Vicki's body was reacting to her own touch as she pushed and ground her hand into her pussy. The little moans coming from her mouth added to the sensations I was getting from her lips loosely playing on the head of my cock. The fingers of her other hand were moving as they cupped around my balls. My hand was beating short strokes up and down my cock, just below where her lips were. I could feel it. It started with a stiffening swell, a tightening in my balls pushing forward to the end of my cock. I knew she could sense it, too. Just as I could remember from the image in the mirror, my first shot burst out onto her lips and tongue. As prepared as she was, her reflex caused her to lift her head up and away from my cock for just a second or two. But, that was enough for my next burst of cum to splash forcefully across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. I remembered exactly how that looked in the mirror and how supremely erotic it seemed to me. Vicki, too, experienced it that way. I could feel her body jump as her own orgasm began. On my third spurt, her mouth was almost back in position around the head of my cock. My cum shot up the side of her head starting from the edge of her upper lip all the way passed her right ear. Another jolt of her body and the frenzy of her hand told me that she was in the throes of it herself. Her lips then wrapped all around my cock head and spurt after diminishing spurt poured into that warm, moist dome of exquisite pleasure. I could feel her swallowing, almost hear it. In fact, I remembered actually seeing the motions in her throat as she swallowed that other time in front of the mirror. She kept her mouth on my cock, hardly moving. She loved having it in her mouth and having my cum all over her, especially on her face. As for me, I loved her. After a while, she sat up, my cum still on her face. She smiled and let out a little giggle. Let's go for a swim, was all she said. I started the car, my trousers still down around my knees. As we drove the short distance to the point, she undressed. She was completely naked by the time I stopped the car. Right away, she got out and ran toward the water. But, not before giving me a peck on the cheek that left a smear of cum there. I quickly undressed and ran after her

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