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  “Sure.”

  I sunk my first two fingers into my slowly boiling caldron as he watched. He licked his lips. “Open your mouth.” I pulled my two cream covered fingers out and inserted them lazily into his awaiting mouth. I’d underestimated the sensuality of him sucking my pussy juices off my finger—the warmth, the wetness, the suction against my fingers and the squirming movement of his tongue across them. I wondered, for a second, if that’s what men felt when women…I giggled, or men suck them off. Of course they did and more. After all, a dick is more sensitive than fingers.

  “Mmmm. That does taste good.”

  To my surprise, I suddenly had a need to feel his mouth on my pussy. I ran my tongue across my lower lips at the thought of having my pussy eaten. Along with penetration, I had denied myself oral sex. It was too close to what I had promised my mother I wouldn’t do. But now…everything was on the table. If it felt good, I wanted to feel it. “Would you like more, baby?”

  “Ah-huh.”

  “Come closer.” He did. My pulse sped up as did my heart beat. His mouth was only inches from my clit and juicy recess. My fingers and toes tingled with anticipation “Smell it, baby”

  He edged even closer and took a whiff. “Mmmmm.”

  “That’s it. Closer now baby. Close your eyes and breathe in deeply.”

  “Mmmm. This is so sexy.”

  “I know baby. Now stick out your tongue and you can have the juices you want.”

  When he stuck his tongue out, my fingers wrapped around his thick brown mane and eased him into my pussy, like a space shuttle docking with the space station. And when that tongue connected in my slick round receptacle, it was as if a million butterflies took flight from my stomach and fluttered throughout my body. “Oh God, baby, you have no idea how good that feels.” An odd thought occurred to me, Anyone could do this. Even a woman.

  As Jimmies tongue reamed my dewy cunt, fingers from my right hand zeroed in on my swollen clit, while the other hand tickled my right nipple, giving me a one-two-three punch of carnal sensations. Deep fucking my pussy with his tongue ignited my blood and fueled my need for something bigger and deeper inside me. My head thrashed back and forth and my arms alternately slapped the bedding.

  All of a sudden, I wanted to see what his tongue and lips would feel like on my clit, so I shifted him around. “Jimmie, if you were to lie down, you could use your fingers to fuck my pussy and your tongue to lick my clitoris.” After he did, his fingers drilled my cunt, while his lips surrounded my clit and sucked on it. With his tongue swirling across my clit, leaving a moist residue and his fingers pounding my pussy, my back arched violently. Rocking side to side, from the hot erotic sensations that seared my body, I raised my hips and pressed my pussy firmer against his sensuous mouth. Abruptly, Jimmie paused. His face rose between my legs, posing a wicked smile. He was quite the sight with his mouth hovering directly over my screaming clit, his lips and chin wet with my juices. “This is great. I love making you squirm and scream.”

  My breathing became a series of short gasps when Jimmie’s tongue returned and laved the tender tip of my silky bud. I stiffened and pushed, offering my sex further into his mouth while moving my head slowly from side to side.

  Darkness descended on Earth and I could barely see my lover’s head bobbing around between my legs, but I could hear him slurping and God knows I could feel his tongue and lips on my most sensitive erogenous and private areas. I was in nirvana on another planet—the bright sunny planet Ecstasy, which was about to self destruct in a cloud of orgasmic dust. An indescribably pleasant, tickly curtain descended upon me. “Oh, yeah! That’s it Baby, Oh, yeah. Don’t stop, baby. I’m coming.”

  Every touch, every current of air that brushed my mostly naked body, made me quiver with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around Jimmie’s back, pulling his face firmly against my slit and came. Swirling waves of pure pleasure washed over me, culminating in a euphoric, sensory explosion. My body racked back and forth. I screamed, clutching Jimmie’s hair in my fists, moving his head in time with my heaving motion.

  I shivered and shook for a half minute before calming down. Then with a wide smile on his lips, Jimmie slid up and embraced me. “I think that was the loudest climax you ever had. When I realized how much noise I’d made, I rose above the sides of the truck bed and glanced around. It was dark and the first movie, Annie Hall had started. We were still fairly isolated with the nearest car being four speaker stands over. The interior lights in that car were on and the driver appeared to be standing just outside the car looking over his roof in our direction. After a few seconds, he or she got back in and shut the door.

  When it looked like the coast was clear, I dropped back down and held Jimmie tight. “Thank you baby. Yes is was a fantastic climax.” His rock hard cock was jabbing into my hip and I realized I needed to do something for him. I began to rub him, then got an idea. I scooted up against the pillows with my back to the cab. “You ate my pussy, so I’m going to suck your dick. Get on your knees, right in front of me.”

  When he knelt in front of me, his crotch was about even with my mouth. I unzipped his fly and pulled out his wanger, which was definitely hard and aiming skyward. As cocks go, his was about the size of the other cocks I’d held. His large hands rested against the truck cab. After licking his cock from bottom to top, I wrapped my lips around it and began to languidly move my mouth and hand up and down along its length. It must really have excited him because his head lolled backwards, moaning loudly. I felt fingers tunneling through my hair, as I sucked on him. This was the first time I’d sucked a cock, but I liked it. It seemed sexy, felt good in my mouth and I liked the control it gave me over him.

  “Oh baby, why did we wait so long to do this? It feels wonderful.” It was obvious he was worked up from the way he moved and breathed and his loud groans, which I hoped wouldn’t carry far in this open air setting. “Oh, my God. Don’t stop baby, I’m coming.” better or worse, I was rewarded with a mouthful of Jimmie’s thick spunk as an eruption of creamy white semen gushed into my mouth. Some of it went down my throat, but I managed to keep most of it in my mouth.

  “Oh, Bella. You have no idea how good that felt.”

  I tried pushing him to the side, but he didn’t know what I wanted. Finally, I said, “Move!”

  When he moved slightly to the left I jerked to the right and spit the unwanted ejaculation over the side of the pick-up.

  “I didn’t know you didn’t like come. You should have told me. I would have pulled it.”

  His explanation annoyed me. “Don’t be silly. You know that was the first time I did that. How would I know if I liked it or not? I might like it, but I’d at least like to have time to get used to the idea of swallowing it.”

  “Sorry.”

  The evening had it’s ups and downs from then on—mostly downs. Giving Jimmie a blow job was a mistake. He couldn’t get it up again no matter what I did. I jerked him off, sucked on him, but nothing worked. When I’d given up, Jimmie, likely feeling bad, went down on me again and made me climax and for good measure he gave me two more releases with his fingers. After that we drank the rest of the beer and watched the end of Annie Hall and all of Looking for Mr. Goodbar.

  When Jimmie pulled up in front of my house he said, I know you’re disappointed. Why don’t we do the same thing tomorrow, but start making love right away.

  It sounded all right and I started to say oaky, but then I remembered, I was supposed to see Rob tomorrow. What if he wanted to do something like take me to lunch or dinner. And if he did that what if… “I have plans tomorrow afternoon and I don’t know how long it’ll take. If I get done soon enough, I’ll call you.”

  He nodded, snaked his arm around me and kissed me. Not a passionate kiss—more like a sorry I fucked up, it’s been nice knowing you goodbye kiss.

  I got out and ran to the door as tears welled in my eyes. Is he breaking up with me, or does he sense something in me?

  Chapter Three
r />   Last night, even though I’d committed to have sex for the first time with Jimmie, I keep thinking of the dreamy looking blond haired Rob. It was obvious I preferred Rob. I wish I knew if he’s still going with Angela. And since sex with Jimmie hadn’t worked out and now I was supposed to see Rob, I wondered if Rob was meant to take my virginity.

  I woke up late and lounged around. I wanted to arrive at the convenience store around noon in case Rob wanted to buy me lunch. Though it was only April, the weather warmed up early. I donned a short, sexy, light, summery, lavender and white dress and white, open toed sandals and headed for Stop and Shop, and my appointment with Rob. I peeked in the window. I saw a man and a woman, but not Rob. Then to my surprise I felt a rough hand on my bare shoulder. “Beautiful Bella.”

  I spun around and beheld Rob’s bright white smile and friendly, blue eyes. “Hi Rob. Here I am, as promised.”

  His smile grew wider and if possible whiter. “So I see, I’m glad you came.” He paused and looked down. “I remembered you were supposed to come by and looked forward to it, but, stupid me, I went off and left your present in my night stand drawer. “

  “You did?”

  His gaze returned to me. “Ah-huh, unfortunately. If you’re not doing anything, I’d like to take you there and give it to you.”

  “I’d like that, but don’t you have to go into work?”

  “No, mom and dad are in there. I just come in and relieve them when I can.” Shivers ran down my arms and legs as he took my hand. “My car is right around the corner.”

  His car was a thirteen year old, red Pontiac GTO. He opened the door and I slid in. Sitting in the driver’s seat he started the car and peeled out.

  After glancing back at the strips of rubber he left on the pavement, I turned around. With a console between us, I couldn’t sit next to him like I wanted soe I did the next best thing—I set my hand on his thigh. He sighed and seemed to grow tense. After a couple of minutes, I asked, “Are you still going with Angela?”

  His gaze shifted to me for an instant. “We haven’t officially broken up, but except for a couple days at Christmas time, I haven’t seen her since she enrolled in Boston College last August.”

  I felt surprise and was sure it showed. “She goes to school in Boston? That must be a thousand miles.”

  He nodded. “Almost. I looked it up. It’s nine hundred-twenty miles.”

  “Without thinking I slipped and then covered my mouth, “You must be horny as hell.”

  He laughed. “It’s all right. Yes, you could say that. I’m not like you. I couldn’t wait until I turned eighteen.”

  I snickered. “It’s not like I didn’t do anything. I did plenty, just no intercourse.”

  It seemed like almost no time had past, when he pulled in a driveway and said, “Here we are.” He pulled the key, tossed his key ring to himself and jumped out.

  While he walked around the car, I studied the house. It was a modest, sixties, brick, ranch style home with a two car garage, not unlike the one I lived in. After opening the door he took my hand and helped me out. When I was out and standing, he draped a hand across my far shoulder. “I should have said this before. You look especially gorgeous today.”

  I cocked my head and smiled. “Why, thank you.”

  With his arm looped around my shoulders, like we were going together, he led me to the front door. Inside, I glanced around the nicely furnished living and dining rooms, but he took my hand and led me away. “The present’s in my bedroom.”

  He opened the bedroom and urged me in with his hand on my ass. I stepped in and glanced around. It was pretty much like I would have guessed with a queen sized, oak, four post bed, a five foot high, matching chest of drawers, and two nightstands. A half assembled model car rested on a desk in the corner. Two other model cars and model boats set on the bureau while a half dozen model planes hung from the ceiling. A half dozen unframed posters, two of race cars and the rest of gorgeous half naked ladies decorated the walls.

  “Other than Angela, you are the only girl who has been in here. What do you think of that?”

  “I’m flattered.”

  His hand reached for mine and led me to the far side of his bed, where we sat on the bed. “The present is in my night stand.”

  I expected him to open the drawer, but to my delight he slowly leaned into me and kissed me lightly on the lips. I felt sparks when his lips met mine and waited for the fireworks to begin when the kiss continued, but running his tongue over my bottom lip he pulled away. “I knew you’d kiss good.”

  “You kiss good, too. Would you like to kiss again?”

  “Yes, I would.” But he didn’t. Instead he asked me, “Tell me, how did your date go last night?”

  “It was fine. Everything didn’t go as planned, but I had fun.”

  His eyes narrowed. “What didn’t go as planned?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Oh c’mon. Aren’t we friends?”

  “I guess. Don’t laugh, okay?”

  He nodded.

  “I’m still a virgin.”

  “Oh, that’s too bad. I’m sorry.”

  He said the right words but his eyes revealed glee. “Thank you. It was disappointing, but perhaps it was meant to be. In any event, I’ll survive.”

  He pulled the night stand drawer open, pulled out a little box with a pink bow on it and handed it to me. I opened it. It was a charm bracelet with two charms on it. One was the number 78 for the year and the other was the word Rob. I was thrilled. Rob gave me a charm bracelet with his name on it. I didn’t know what it meant to him, but to me it meant a connection. “Would you put it on for me?”

  “Of course. Let me have it.”

  I dropped it into his open hand.

  “Lift your wrist up.”

  I lifted my arm and Rob fastened the charm bracelet around my wrist. Instead of letting me have my wrist back, he leaned forward and kissed my wrist. Then he continued to kiss the inside of my arm every six inches, leaving evaporating damp spots in the wake of each kiss. When his sensual kisses reached the shoulder his lips followed my collar bone toward my neck. When he kissed my neck the liquid, crimson life force in my veins surged through my neck as my heart raced. I spun toward him, wrapped my arms around him and crushed my lips against his.

  This time he returned my kiss, his tongue passing between my lips, and probing the soft fleshly interior and hard enamel of my mouth. Blatant desire, overtook me as my tongue danced an erotic tango with his, tasting, exploring, reveling in the excitement his tongue promised. Currents of heat coursed up, down and across my body, heating my core. With our lips still entwined, as if by unspoken agreement, we reclined onto the bed.

  Not complaining, but wondering how it happened, I suddenly found myself in the bed of the boy, whose image I’d masturbated to a hundred times. As we kissed with passion, I had no intention of letting it stop there. Lying sideways, our hands roamed, discovering each others bodies. I sighed when our wonderful kiss ended. Rob nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck while our lips recharged. Meanwhile, his hand having wandered the length and breadth of my back, discovered my ass. Reaching around, he squeezed where my buttock joined my thigh, mere inches from my hot, humid, womanly haven. I sighed and moaned as his fingers inched toward my target of desire.

  I wanted to unzip his pants, take out his manhood and slip it into my mouth like a giant pacifier, but I refrained. I sensed that with Rob, at least this first time, he needed to be in charge—that he needed to be the seducer. So instead of returning each erotic action, quid pro quo, I facilitated his seduction.

  Helping him after his fingers grabbed the band of my panties and started lowering them, I grasped the other side and together we pushed them down to my knees. After he removed my panties one leg at a time, he lifted them to his nose and inhaled.

  I felt a surge of heat flush through me.

  I love your natural fragrance. After setting the panties on the bed he inser
ted his long, thick finger in the place we both wanted it. Closing my eyes, I tensed as the finger went in and gasped as it hilted.

  It was a fact, Rob, the boy of my dreams, had his finger deep in my cunt. My moans and pulse increased with each stroke of his finger. I yearned to at least have his cock in my hand, but I resisted. He will let me know when to touch him.

  When his lips began to tattoo kisses down my chest, I pulled my breast free from my dress, my jutting nipple waiting for his delicious lips to surround and suck on it. And when they did, in conjunction with his finger reaming my deep well, the heat within me grew to such a level, I thought I might pass out.

  To my chagrin, his finger left my channel and he sat up. “Take your dress off.”

  I sat up and reached behind my neck to untie the straps.

  “No, in front of me. I want to watch you remove your dress.”

  Tingles threaded through me at the idea of undressing in front of Rob. I rose and faced him. I was braless so all that remained after disposing of my panties was my dress and shoes. I bent down to remove my shoes, but he stopped me with an arm. I glanced up at him questioningly. “Just your dress.”

  I rose and untied the straps. Gravity took the top, which was barely connected to the skirt, to my waist. I gazed at Rob. He licked his lips and murmured, “Beautiful.” A hand rose to my left breast and cupped it. “I knew they’d be perfect.” His other hand eased over to the top of my skirt and lowered it until the other side kept it from going further. Then the right hand joined the left in my disrobing, dragging the other side down and over my hips. Soon, gravity took the entire dress to the floor, where it puddled around my feet.

  The intensity of Rob’s smoldering eyes as they surveyed my curves, heated my flesh. I felt deliciously exposed and deliriously happy it happened in front of the man/boy I adored. His heated gaze devoured the area he was most interested in—my sweltering pussy. I cocked my head sideways and smiled. “You like.”