“Here, let‘s wrap this towel around you, so you don’t drip all the way down the stairs” I whisper to Debbie as we climb quietlyout of the pool underneath my sleeping parents’ window. All this summer, a late-night swim followed by watching a new show ‘Saturday Night Live’ has become our favorite weekend date. Tonight though, we both knew, would be our last.
“Thanks” she says as she snuggles into it, shivering in the cool night air, then turns back and rewards me with a big wet hug. As she presses her warm breasts against my chest, I feel myself getting hard, my penis trying to get itself untangled from the lining of my trunks, the skimpy black and yellow bikini she’s wearing, unlike her usual one piece, isn’t helping my predicament at all.
We hold each other tight another moment longer, the water warming between our bodies, until I hear her sobbing softly in my ear.
“I’m sorry…” she whispers, “…I don’t want to cry tonight. I’m going to be so far away, and I miss you already. I’m scared.”
I begin to kiss the salty tears from her cheeks, when she lifts her face up to kiss me, parting her lips and slipping her tonguegently into my mouth. I kiss her back, stepping away slightly to keep a space between us, embarrassed by the erection threatening to surge out of my suit. Unexpectedly, she steps forward and pushes her hips against me, her warm skin molding to mine, my throbbing hard on, separated only by the thin fabric of my suit, nestling tightly against her bare belly.
Instantly, responding to her hot flesh, my erection swells even more! Knowing that she must feel my excitement, I try to step away again, but she holds me tight and murmurs softly “I love you, let’s go inside and watch our show…”.
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“I’m back.” she whispers a little while later as she snaps off the TV and hops on the couch next to me, kissing me lightly on the cheek. “I don’t really want to watch anything tonight.”
“No, me neither, I forgot the season’s over. It’s a repeat, from April.” I answer. Wondering what took her so.long. “You OK? You missed the opening and the first skit.” I scooch closer to her as my eyes try to adjust to the sudden darkness, the only light now is a large candle burning on the end table next to the chair across the room.
“Yeah. I’m good. Took a few extra minutes to get changed, I’m a little teary tonight and was thinking about you, us, a lot.” Sheanswers, giving me another kiss, on the lips this time. “Hope you don’t mind missing the show tonight… I put this on with my jeans, it’s so soft and comfy.” She says, lifting the tails of my favorite flannel shirt so I can see her tummy and a flash ofthe bottom of her bare breast’s underneath.
I instantly forget about the TV when I realize, like last weekend, she doesn’t have a bra on! I know we’re going to spend tonight French kissing while she’ll let me unbutton the shirt and…
We’ve been dating for about a year and a half, but only since the beginning of summer, just after Memorial Day, has our relationship been heating up. Almost from the first day when we snuck back to her empty house at lunch time and sat on the living room floor, our backs resting on one of the green chairs facing the TV, we’ve enjoyed kissing and we French kiss often, sometimes until our lips are sore. She has small, thin lips but she loves to use her tongue, darting it into my mouth – and I love the feel of it, especially when I tease the tip of hers with the tip of mine.
But now, since we started our Saturday night swims, she hasn’t minded letting me open her shirt and touch her boobs through her bra, freeing them sometimes from inside the cups so I could nibble on her nipples. But tonight – again no bra - and I feel a thrill of anticipation run through me.
The candle light flickers, and we start as usual, small kisses quickly turning into sweet deep French kisses. I run my hands along her sides and cup her breasts while we kiss, teasing her nipples through the shirt with my fingers. I start popping buttons from the top down, knowing her tits are loose underneath and I can’t wait to get it all the way open. She’s only buttoned three this time, and as the last one come free, the shirt opens, falling easily apart so I can see her breasts.
Breaking the kiss, she pushes my head down to her chest and she groans softly when I lightly kiss one nipple, then the other, and then I go back and take the first one in my mouth again. I flick my tongue across it like we do when we kiss, and I feel it hardenin an instant. I begin trailing my lips lightly between her breasts, softly kissing and flicking my tongue on the hardening tips and she leans back on the couch, practically purring.
I love sucking her nipples and feel them grow hard in my mouth while she plays with my hair and gently guides me back andforth. Now, I try cupping and pinching her breasts too, and then she moans louder and then kisses the top of my head. I continue for a while, slowly kissing and sucking and pinching and playing with her as she settles back into the couch, arching her back in pleasure when I suddenly run a couple of exploring fingers gently down between her tits to her belly button and back up again.
A moment later, I dare to try it with my mouth this time, leaving her hard nipples glistening in the candlelight and tracing my lips down the middle of her until I finally flick my tongue in her navel. She jumps, giggles and then pushes my head further just to the top of her jeans. I kiss her here too and impulsively dart my tongue under the loose waistband.
“Wow!” I think, she’s not wearing her big black belt tonight either! I plunge my face deeper into the loose opening and take adeep breath through my nose. I can smell traces of the pool, and something else again tonight, baby powder mixed with adeep musk and then – Angela in her red one-piece flashes in my brain, the way she moved the bottom of her suit aside and revealed her white lips, the thin patch of brown hair...and now my tongue is tingling like crazy!
With a jolt, a primal instinct drives me to push the boundaries even more, needing to get closer to the source of that intoxicating smell. I start moving my hand down over the zipper of her jeans and then begin rubbing lightly, running my fingernail up and down the metal with a light “purr” every time I stoke it. I kiss the button of her jeans and then my mouth follows my hand and I run my tongue down the zipper, ending with a long kiss on the seam at the bottom. I hesitate for a second, deep into the crotch of her jeans, then start again with light kisses as she continues to push her hips up.
Like last Saturday night, when she bucks her hips, I can see her pussy lips press hard against the fabric of her jeans. I sneak my hand back in close and with two fingers, trace an outline around them and then - give them a gentle squeeze. She shudders when I do this and I smile because her smell becomes even stronger, so I do it again, and she shakes again, and now I’m so intoxicated just from breathing her in - I lean forward and press my open mouth against her jeans and surround the silhouette of her lips with mine…
Half an hour earlier
“Dammit” I say half out loud as I struggle to undo the clasp of my wet bikini top. I wiggle out of the cold bottoms and kick them over by the bathroom door as the top snap finally gives way and I drop it on the floor too.
Naked now, I shiver and look down at my tingling nipples, they’re rock hard! For a second, I want to blame the cold air, but Iknow what the real reason is - I can still feel the burning heat of his hard cock pressing against my stomach. I open my legs and touch Fred, but I don’t need to check, I know she’s very wet, and not from the bikini bottom sitting on the floor.
It was the unbelievable feeling of his cock against me, Oh God, it was so fucking hard! He did the right thing by moving away, but I couldn’t help myself, I just had to push my whole body into his, he was so warm and oh God, so damn hot and HARD! All week long I’ve been fantasizing about his mouth, his fingers, planning what to do tonight. And now, how great would THAT feel inside me? Fuck! I’m not ready, don’t know if I can…
I sit down on the closed toilet, lean my bare back against the cool porcelain and close my eyes for a minute, trying to get a grip on my raging feelings. I’ve been thinking about tonight, every day, more like every minute, for the past week. Worried, but excited, like now, I think again about what happened last weekend, here with Kevin and then, shit, at home with Kathleen.
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Driving home last Saturday had been a challenge, my mind not at all on my driving but on my soaked jeans, my pussy still dripping in them like a warm washcloth. I’m only vaguely worried about walking into the house with a sodden crotch, but instead I try to focus on keeping my hands out of my pants and on the wheel. I can’t stop thinking about feeling him touching me and now I can’t stop feeling the wet heat burning between my legs from what he did. And wanting more, much more.
We had been kissing on the couch after our weekly swim - SNL date, well, not just kissing but making out. Serious making out! Ihad on his flannel shirt, and he had unbuttoned it completely leaving it wide open. For the first time, I had taken off my bra too, it felt so good to be free when he touched me instead of hanging half out of the padded cups. And his mouth, wow! His mouth felt awesome as he kissed my breasts, they were so sensitive, they felt so alive! And when he started sucking on my nipples, nipping them with his teeth…
His hands had strayed down to my belt, like usual, but I knew he knew the rules and I would let him only play with the buckle. He would try to work it open for a while, then I would move his hands back up to my chest before he managed to get very far. Tonight though, he skipped the buckle and I’d waited and waited while his hand drifted down along my zipper…
The house is dark, thank God, I’ve been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I barely remember pulling into the driveway and making my way into the hallway bathroom. I’m still shaking with excitement, I want so badly to touch myself, the more I think about him, about, about, that! Now, in the worst way I need to climax, to put out the fire burning between my thighs.
I want to take a bath, it’s the only place in the house I usually feel comfortable enough to masturbate. Floating in the water, behind a locked door so I can relax without worrying one of my older brothers would come barging in. But there’s no way I can run a bath at one in the morning, mom would wake up and be in here, concerned that something happened to me. Besides, even if I stay in here, maybe lie down on the floor, there’s a good chance someone would get up and need to use the bathroom - dad is usually up half a dozen times every night after drinking himself to sleep.
The only answer, of course, is to do it in my bed, which I never did. Well, sometimes, but only when I felt a desperate urge, like tonight, and I’m dead certain my sister is asleep in the bed across the room. Not that she’s ever shy about it, I would catch her all the time when she thinks I’m sleeping. Every now and then she would even kick off the blankets and I could see everything in the light from the window above her. Watching her, hearing the soft wet sounds of her touching herself, then the soft moan when she came would always get me super aroused and afterwards, I would always masturbate too. Recently, though, I’ve caught her, alright, watched her, only a couple of times. I guess that’s because since Valentine’s Day she’s been having a lot of sex with her new boyfriend Tommy.
Now that had been a conversation! She had waited until the Memorial Day weekend and had felt bad that it taken her so long to tell me. I was mad, and disappointed too. We’re very close and always tell each other everything. I mean, she even gave us both ‘names’ when we were growing up - because I have bright red pubes and when she discovered hers were growing in brown, she had squealed “Red Fred and Charlie Brown!” Of course, ever since then she delights in calling me ‘Fred’ in public any chance she can. “Private joke!” she tells anyone if they look at us funny.
So, I was shocked, disappointed, and angry too the night when she finally told me. Then it was her turn to be shocked when Itold her that I was still a virgin! “My virginity is important to me” I told her; I wasn’t going to just give it away to my first serious boyfriend. She of course, thought I was calling her a slut and we had the first big fight that we’ve had in a long time. Scared that I would tell mom, she started crying and I couldn’t help but hug her, my anger dissipating in a flash.
In a while, sniffling still, she had looked at me and said, “Well I hope Fred isn’t too jealous!” and then giggled.
“What?” I managed to mumble, my mouth hanging open, my face reddening.
“Now Fred has to share! I pretend all the time to be asleep and listen to you do it after I give you a show …” she said, smiling now “…and you’re not very quiet either!” she finished as we fall on the bed laughing in hysterics.
Now, I’ve been wondering what I should do ever since. After that talk with Kathleen, I’ve slowly become much more open. Thepast couple of weeks I’ve let Kevin touch me more than I ever thought I would. And now tonight he just …
I grab a couple of washcloths knowing I’m going to make a mess and quietly slip into my room. I can hear my sister breathingsoftly when suddenly the door shuts with a loud ‘click’.
“Damn!” I think, forgetting that dad had recently fixed the knob on the door. I freeze, staying motionless for a long second then whisper, “Kath? Kat, you awake?”
No answer, thank God, I’m so wet now I can practically hear myself squish as I tiptoe to my bed.
Stripping off my clothes, I toss my wet jeans under the bed, and anxiously slide under the covers, smoothing the towels beneath me, my vag aching…
….he’s paying such wonderful attention to my breasts with his hands and when his mouth kisses them, my groin suddenly feelsstrangely awakened and wonderful…
I’m getting really worked up now. My breath is coming fast, sweat is gathering on my face and palms, my toes are curling, and my pelvis feels like it’s filled with hot jelly. I’m lightheaded as I reach down between my legs, whimpering softly when I cup Fred with my hand - it’s like touching a hot stove!
…I freeze when I feel his hand going down, down past my belt this time. Breaking the rule! Touching my jeans, playing with my zipper and I can hear his fingernail clicking along the closed teeth. I always stop him before he does anything down there, but now I’m not sure if I should stop him - if I even want to stop him! Unbelievably, I find myself wishing he would just tug it open!
And now, oh my God, now I feel his fingers spreading out from my zipper, slowly circling. I suddenly feel embarrassed that I had left my panties off too. I can tell he can see through my jeans when he starts tracing the outline of my vulva and his fingertips run gently up and down my lips through the fabric. My clitoris is suddenly hard and it’s pointing straight up, rubbing against my jeans, the rough denim hurting, yet feeling so good...
Now, in my bed, I spread my pussy lips with my left hand while I slip my other middle finger down into my wetness and touch the tip of my clit ever so lightly. The direct contact feels like an electric shock tearing through my body and I jump, my foot thumping against the wall.
I move my finger slowly in gentle circles, then faster until I hear myself making “huh” sounds and I force myself to stop and be quiet for a moment, my mind still racing…
…now something else, oh God, his mouth, his mouth is going down my chest, I can feel his hot breath burning my skin as he kisses me. Down, down more, then even further. I jump, gasping out loud as his wet tongue flicks into my belly button at the same time his hand gently squeezes the outside of my pussy, sending a spark of pure pleasure pulsing into my clit. I hear him smile with a soft “mmm’ and his kisses are now going way, way past my belt. He should stop. Stop! He knows the rule…
…his mouth is at the top of my zipper now and his hand keeps giving my pussy tiny squeezes that shoot sparks into my clit witheach pulse. I’m trying desperately to hold in the wetness that’s been building and building every time my inner lips are pushed out with each squeeze. Suddenly, I’m worried that I’m getting so wet that he’ll see…
The washcloths under me are useless now, my pussy has been dripping constantly as I struggle to hold in another deluge that has been building since I ran out of his house an hour ago. I stop stroking my clit to run my fingers along the super sensitive skin, and then surrender with a shudder as I let go and spurt a bucket of wetness all over my thighs. I squeeze the outside of them like he did, and I shudder again, feeling another stream gush out and run down my crack, bathing both holes with a warm delicious liquid. I go back to my throbbing clit, two fingers now, circling again, fast, then slow and then fast again. I’m loud, making more noise than usual, but tonight I don’t care, I can’t stop thinking about his mouth while my fingers keep stroking…
… when he squeezes my pussy again, harder this time, I gasp, arch my back, and push my hips up as another spark shoots up my clit. Unconsciously I’ve spread my legs and now his hot mouth is back, kissing the seam below my zipper right on my…
I freeze, my eyes flying open in the same instant. I hear Kath moving across the room, then watch as she slowly kicks off her sheet. Horrified, I realize she’s been listening to me! How long has she been awake?
In the light from the window, I see that she’s naked and moving one hand down to her crotch where she’s trimmed Charlie Browndown to a cute skinny strip. Mesmerized, I watch as she runs her fingers up and down between her legs as her other hand pinches her nipples, one, then the other and then back again.
“Screw it” I think and kick my blanket off, “I’ll give her a show too.”
Kat’s breathing is getting faster now as her hand stops stroking and then she starts flicking her finger against the tip of clit and then I realize, I’m doing the same…
…Oh God! I feel his open mouth press hard against my jeans and his lips surround my pussy lips. When I comprehend what he’s about to do, I squeeze every muscle down there, trying to clench my vagina shut to hold in the gallon of wetness moving inside me. I’m quaking as I hear him taking in a deep breath. Shit! Can he smell me? Now, his hands are back on my tits, circling my nipples and…
O FUCK! My mouth flies open scream as his fingers pinch my nips hard in the same instant, he breathes a long hot breath into my jeans and…
I scream - I can’t help it- as a huge wave of pure pleasure rips through the very core of me! At the same instant the jolt from my nipple’s flashes into my clit, Fred is suddenly engulfed in an enormous surge of hot fog, I lose all control of my muscles and an unbelievable deluge bursts out of my pussy, soaking my jeans and his face…
I remember almost cumming in his mouth, right there on the couch - and now my aching clit is close, so close. I open my eyesto look over at my sister and see Kat is looking at me too. With a wicked smile, she lifts one knee up, spreading her legs wide. I barely notice that she’s shaved her lips, instead I’m fascinated by watching her, her bare pussy gleaming with her excitement as she strokes her clit in time with me now.
I lift my knee up too, opening myself wide. My hand is trembling as I brush my fingers more and more rapidly over my clit. Weturn and our eyes lock for a moment as we turn in our beds to face each other, then drift down to watch ourselves play with our pussies and now I’m so fucking excited, watching her and her watching me.
We touch our clits in sync, taking turns following and leading, silently showing each other how we please ourselves. Suddenly, I see her hand stop, then smile as she watches me lose control …my clit throbs once, twice, then three times as it finally feels like it’s trying to turn itself inside out. I close my eyes as I squash my legs together with my hand clamped tight over my pussy andlet out a quiet, high-pitched wail. I feel the flame that’s been glowing redder and redder all-night melt into a white light as a wave bursts out of my clitoris over my whole body.
My whole being is wrapped up in the orgasm, it’s the best one I’ve ever had. I stay on the plateau for a while trying to clingto it, oblivious to the hot puddle underneath me, the washcloths soaked, the sheets a mess. It fades away, and I think it’s over, but now I hear Kat, her soft wet sounds getting louder, her breathing faster.
I crack open my eyes and watch her now. She’s lying on her back, her knees are up, spread wide to her shoulders and she’s pulling her shoulders forward off the bed. Through her parted legs I can see her face lit up with a look of sheer bliss, her lips quietly moving, eyes screwed tight. My eyes travel down to her pussy where she’s sliding her fingers in and out of herself and I hear her whisper screaming “fuckmefuckmefuckme!” over and over until she climaxes, dropping her feet to the floor when she does, thrusting her pelvis up and pushing her fingers deep inside her as she finishes, her body trembling uncontrollably.
As I watch her cum, my fingers find my own dripping hole and, in an instant, a million nerves inside my penetrated pussy scream all at once, lighting my clit up again, instantly releasing a second wave of fire from inside that comes over me in a miniature version of the first as my hot cum sprays and drenches me again…
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I open my eyes, with a start. How long have I been sitting here on the toilet? He must think I hate him. I had pushed him away so quickly last Saturday. I was so embarrassed to have wet my pants, I ran in here hoping he didn’t realize what happened. He must have thought I peed in his face! Standing, I feel better and take another deep breath. Donning his flannel shirt, I button only the middle three buttons so I’m practically popping out of it. I wriggle into my jeans and leave my bra, panties…and belt,behind.
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