Chapter 18: Stephanie says good bye
By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Hot, wet lips raced up and down the length of my cock. Hands stroked me rhythmically and squeezed my churning balls.
"Yeah, baby, fuck, yes," I chanted, the hot boil of explosive love building inside me.
Wet, wanton slurps came in time as her lips slipped off my cock on each stroke. Her eyes never left mine. "Um Hmm, umm hmm" she moaned into my rod, her head bobbing deliciously and with purpose, summoning the pleasure out of my body.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum!" I bellowed, my body beginning to buzz.
Pulling her lips off me she never broke eye contact, and never stopped stroking. Licking her lips, with a smile she moaned out "Do it, baby, cum for me ; I want it all over me!"
Eight hours earlier I was having lunch with Tara, my cock securely in my pants, when my stomach dropped like a rock.
"Am I what?" I croaked out.
I had come to this get-together specifically because I needed someone to talk to about the text message I received last night, and my response to it, but Tara had prepared other things on the menu, things I was not expecting.
"Are you having an affair with Kerri?" She said bluntly. There was no judgment in her eyes that I could see, but I think she was waiting for my reply, ready to size me up. I was bad at lying in general, and terrible at lying to Tara, but I wasn't sure I was ready to spill the details on something even I wasn't totally sure of.
"What would make you even ask that?" I said, trying to match her cool.
"I thought it was weird that you were just hanging around her house after everyone left," she began, an interrogative glint in her eye, "so after we talked I hung around too, and I watched you sneak around the back and go in through the back door."
"I'm not having an affair with Kerri," I said truthfully, but also feeling my skin get hot as she had me dead to rights.
"Then what? Were you robbing her? I didn't see Mike leave, did you have a three way with them or something?" Tara's smooth, pale leg bounced and crossed over her knee as she chipped away at me.
"Ok, ok, enough," I sighed in defeat. It was no use, she was going to get it out of me eventually. I looked at Tara. She had an eyebrow cocked that combined with her bouncing leg I couldn't tell if it was impatience, or excitement. Either way I had to fess up. I took a deep breath. "I was helping Kerri with a, problem."
"A problem?" Tara repeated, intrigued by my vagueness.
"Yes," I continued. "So the night of the graduation party, after I saw, you know, "
The corner of her lip crested up briefly into a smile as she remembered how I secretly watched her and my next door neighbor Sarah have hot sex mere feet from my face.
“ well when I got back to my car, I caught Mike and Kerri fucking in my back seat." I said quietly.
"Ooh, good for them," Tara said with a smile, leaning in to hear more.
"Yeah, well, Kerri caught me peeping, and at the party last night she pulled me aside to tell me that it really turned her on."
"So what's the problem?" Tara said, not seeing the full picture.
"Well apparently Mike hasn't been getting the job done; he cums too fast. So since me watching them turned her on so much,” I paused not for effect, but a little hesitant to tell this to anyone, even Tara, “ she asked me if I'd secretly watch them have sex so she could finally get to cum."
Tara took it all in for a minute.
"Wow, Tim, that's pretty wild," she said with a chuckle, "I wish you had just told me, I would have loved to have joined you; just like old times!" She winked at me, and my cock twitched as I thought about the voyeuristic experience we shared, watching Sarah get fucked. "So what did you do, just stand there? Or did you, you know,” she said, making a sly jerk off motion with her hand.
"She told me she'd be insulted if I didn't, so I stood there in the shadows behind a book case and jerked off while I watched them fuck. But I,” I caught myself before I got really into the weeds about my request of Kerri, and the photo she sent me. "Nevermind."
"Well, did it work?" She said, all in on this story, "did she cum?"
"Oh yeah, big time," I said with a slight chuckle. Tara matched it.
"And, did you?" She said, dipping down into a syrupy sultry tone.
"No," I said, "they finished before I did, and I felt weird about just standing there jerking off in the shadows, so I bailed."
"Aww," Tara said in a disappointed tone. She seemed legitimately sad to hear I didn't cum. "So what's Kerri's body like?"
"Fantastic. She's got that athletic thickness, and her tits, oh my god."
"Really?" Tara said, eyes going wide
"Yeah," I continued, "big, juicy, amazing tits." I pictured those amazing tits in my mind's eye, splattered in cum.
"Are you gonna do it again, or was it a one time thing?"
"I honestly don't know. I'm not sure I want to do it again." My first lie. I did want to do it again. I wanted to see those tits painted in cum for real.
"Uh huh,” Tara said skeptically. Like I said, I was terrible at lying to her. "Mike and Kerri,” she said wistfully, “ can't say I wouldn't like to see that."
I chuckled nervously, not quite sure how to respond to that statement. Regaining my composure, I tried to start in on what I really wanted to talk about, but I watched Tara's gaze leave my own and follow someone's movement behind me.
"Speaking of tits," she said in amazement, "that girl who just came in behind us is STACKED."
The drop in my stomach returned. The previous two times Tara and I had come here for lunch, my path had crossed with Rachel, the big-titted church girl who I hooked up with after her prom. I turned as slyly as I could to see the object of Tara's ogling eyes, and sure enough, sitting down for lunch with the same male friend as before was Rachel. And boy was Tara right.
Beneath the low neckline of her summer sundress her large tits were held up high and proud, a tasteful amount of deep cleavage presented to the world. My cock surged momentarily as I looked at her exposed collar bone and flat of her chest, and remembered that streak of my cum that had clung to it.
"That's Rachel," I said, turning back toward Tara before being spotted, "the girl I went to prom with."
"The church girl who was grossed out by your cum?"
"Yeah," I said bashfully.
"I see," she said mischievously, taking a sip of her drink, "so what was it you wanted to talk about, anyway?"
I had wanted to talk about the text message I got last night, and what I should do about it, but I was so all over the place at this point between admitting my voyeuristic fling with Kerri, and seeing Rachel again that I just bailed.
"Eh, nevermind, it's not a big deal," I lied, and brushed it off. Truth was it was a big deal, but one I was going to have to handle myself. Tara sensed I wasn't being entirely truthful, but she didn't press the issue. We just went back to our food and enjoyed our time together.
After paying the check, Tara went off to the bathroom, and I looked over at Rachel. Her companion had also gotten up for the moment, and she was alone. I couldn't hide this time, and our eyes met. This was silly. We had shared an awkward sexual moment, sure, but that didn't mean we couldn't ever talk to each other again!
Steeling myself for the worst, I walked over to say hi. She met me with a polite smile, but I think she was as nervous about this as I was.
"Hey!" I opened with, trying to keep it casual, "long time no see!" We both chuckled nervously. "This was the third time I had seen you here, so..I figured it would be impolite to say hi."
"Yeah, it's crazy we keep crossing paths like this. How've you been?"
I had just begun to continue our small talk when I felt a hand slither across my shoulders, and another across my stomach.
"Tim, can we go now? You promised me some more after lunch!" Tara said as she wriggled her body close to mine. I tensed up. What was she doing?
"I..uh.." I had no idea what to do, so I continued to be polite. "Rachel, this is Tara, Tara, this is Rachel."
Tara reached out her hand, and Rachel reluctantly met it to shake.
"Pleasure to meet you," Tara said, before laying it on extra thick "Oh my god, you've got such amazing breasts!"
I went beet red
"Um..thanks?" Rachel said, starting to flush herself.
"I'm so jealous, seriously," Tara continued ridiculously, "but then again I've never had any complaints, and I guess I've still got plenty of canvas for my little artist here, don't I?"
Now Tara and I had shared some intense experiences, but there was always still a distance maintained between us. A tension. When Tara pulled herself back into me, all of a sudden that distance was gone, and for the very first time, in service of a crass joke, we kissed. It was a thick, over the top, sloppy kiss at first, but then there was an electricity that passed between us. The world fell away, and there we were, Tim and Tara, tasting each others' lips for the first time.
It was a good kiss.
When the kiss finally broke, it took a moment for each of us to come back to earth, and then breathlessly, Tara launched back into her schtick.
"It was lovely to meet you, Rachel," she said, looking back at Rachel, whose chest and neck had flushed fully red at our display, "But we have to go - he promised he'd paint me again after lunch." Tara's hand snaked down to the front of my pants. "I just love it when he paints me," she said with a wink as she squeezed my cock. My hard cock. Feeling the bar in my pants, she broke character for a minute, shooting me a surprised look.
Like I said, it was a good kiss.
I gave an embarrassed wave to Rachel, and headed off, the level of mortification I felt matched only by the amount of arousal.
"You are fucking insane," I said to Tara as we left the cafe.
"I know, but she deserved it," Tara said with a smile. "Hey what are you up to tonight?" She said after an awkward moment of silence.
"I've got plans, unfortunately" I said back. It was true. I was meeting the sender of that text message, but suddenly, suddenly I felt the urge to cancel. "Why, you have some, painting, that needs to be done?" I said with a wink.
Tara chuckled, a broad smile spreading across her lips. I saw the faintest flush of red surge into her cheeks.
"Just call me soon then, ok?" She said, punching me in the arm. She pulled me in for a hug, holding me tight. I felt her breasts push against my chest. Her nipples were hard.
She waved at me, and sauntered off.
Back home I headed to my computer. A surge of excitement pulsed through me as I thought about the email I had received last night from Kerri, and more so the email I had sent in return. I had pushed the envelope, and I had no idea how it would be received, so when I saw I had an email from her waiting, my stomach dropped. Would it be the next ante up in this game we were playing? Or would it be a scathing indictment of my perviness, with a firm "fuck off" as a sign off?
Before I could click to find out, my attention was grabbed by another alert; a new instant message. From Rachel.
The excitement returned, and I opened it.
"I didn't know you were an artist!" it read. I smiled.
"Haha I dabble." I returned.
"I bet!"
I sent back a winking emoji, and decided to leave it at that. Feeling a renewed sense of power, and a familiar tingle in my balls, I opened Kerri's email. I smiled at what I read.
"The face, huh? HUmm I don't know if we're ready for that," I read, my excitement beginning to wane, until I read the second line. "But that doesn't mean we can't work up to it ;)"
There was an image attached. My balls began to tingle. I opened it.
It was another selfie, but cropped much closer than the one before. A hint of a red blouse framed what little of her shoulders could be seen, as the majority of the frame was taken up by a direct shot into Kerri's open mouth. Inside her mouth, draped across her tongue and displayed for the lens of her camera, and for my enjoyment, was a thick pool of white.
My cock grew rock hard.
Kerri was clearly ready to continue playing this game, and as I stared into the cum-filled mouth of my friend's girlfriend, my mind raced, picturing her on her knees with his cock in her mouth, feeling it pulse and twitch as his balls emptied into her mouth, and then slipping away to document it just for me.
I reached for my zipper.
KnoCK KnoCK KnoCK - a sudden loud rapping at my door broke my trance and I frantically covered up the window with the explicit image.
"Hello?" I said not realizing anyone else was in the house.
It was my step sister Alexa asking if I was going out tonight, and if not, could she borrow the car. I told her half truthfully that I wasn't going out, and that she could borrow the car no problem. She said thanks, and departed.
I say half truthfully because while it was true I didn't need the car, it wasn't exactly true that I wasn't going out tonight.
Later that evening, after Alexa and my step mom Kelly had both gone out, I left as well to meet the person who sent that text message.
"Hi," she said as she opened the door to greet me. Hair done up in a messy bun, long, athletic legs stretching down from beneath tight, ass-hugging short shorts, a loose shirt clinging to her nipples ; she hadn't dressed for a night on the town, but then again, she looked amazing in anything.
"Hi, Stephanie." I responded. She welcomed me inside.
We moved to the living room and sat down. My stomach was in knots and my mind raced.
"How've you been?" She said meekly. The sassy girl with all the power was gone, replaced by something I had never seen from her before: vulnerability.
"Fine," I said back flatly, "just getting started with the summer. Waiting for work to start." I was not going to be an easy get in this conversation. I guess I was still mad.
There was a long pause as Stephanie saw the hill she had to climb.
"So, as you know, I'm leaving for school on Monday," she said, nervously picking her fingers.
"Yeah, I know."
"Well, I, I mean I didn't,” She struggled to find the words. This was new territory for her, I could tell. She took a moment to organize her thoughts and continued. "I need to apologize to you. Truly." She paused again, searching for direction. "I've, been with people, and I've had relationships, but I've never really let them in. I've always cut and run before any attachments could be made. It's cleaner that way. No one gets hurt. I, don't get hurt. And I'll be honest, I wasn't sure what we were even doing when we got together. It was fun, sure, but I thought it was just the danger of it. The taboo."
What had it been for me? I thought back to our first night together, at the prom; the night my step sister's best friend sucked my cock in the limo. It had been fun, it had been taboo, but it had been something else as well.
"What I'm saying, Tim,” she continued, training those crystal blue eyes on mine, "is that I wasn't planning on falling in love."
My stomach dropped and my throat went dry. As Stephanie and I spent more time together, I felt so silly. I had been getting so attached to her, and I knew it was stupid, I knew it was pointless. I knew I was just a fun fling to her.
But maybe I wasn't.
"If I'm being honest, I don't even think I know what love really is," she went on, "I've never let myself be open to feeling it, before you. It snuck up on me, and it scared me, and I didn't know what to do,” she paused and I saw tears begin to well in her eyes. "So I panicked. I didn't feel in control, and I wanted that control. I was determined not to get hurt, but instead I hurt you, and I hurt someone you care about."
Tears started to well in my eyes now too. This was a lot. It was heartfelt. Seeing how upset she was, how much she grappled with her feelings, It was tough not to sympathize.
"You don't have to forgive me, you don't have to love me back, frankly I don't know what's going to happen after I leave on Monday. Maybe our lives go in completely different directions and we never see each other again," she said with a desperate chuckle. "All I know is that I can't leave without saying something to you; something I've never said to anyone."
Stephanie slipped off the chair, onto her knees in front of where I sat. It wasn't sexual, it was, penitent.
"I love you, Tim," she said, grasping my hands, "and I am so, so sorry."
Practically in tears, I lifted her hands up to my mouth and kissed them. I felt a long sigh escape her lungs.
"Stephanie,” I began, not knowing how to finish my sentence, but something deep inside me carved out the words and echoed them out through my mouth. "I love you too, and I forgive you."
A big smile of relief burst over her face, all her emotions coursing through her at once. "Wow, this is, a lot," she said breathlessly. We both laughed an overwhelmed laugh, then the silence returned. We held each other's hands as we tried to navigate this unknown path. "So what do we do now?"
I looked at her glassy eyes, her wet lips, her heaving bosom.
"Like you said, who knows what happens after Monday?" I began, leaning in close, "So until then, let's spend the night like two people in love."
Her smile returned, she grabbed my face, and for the first time in weeks, Stephanie and I kissed.
And boy what a kiss. Electricity shot through both of us. The heat was palpable, and our breaths came fast and ragged as we gripped and pulled at each others' bodies.
Stephanie’s shirt came off first, and once again my eyes fell on her perfect, hard-nippled breasts. I pulled her up to me, forcing a moan out of her as my hands squeezed. Another moan as I took one nipple, then the other into my mouth. She held my head tight against her chest as I suckled.
Then, pushing me back into the couch, she frantically unhooked my pants, yanking and pulling at them until they passed my knees. Stephanie wasted no time, and as soon as my thick, hard cock bobbed up into view, she dropped her head to my lap and took my entire length into her salivating mouth with a long, contented moan.
I gasped as she began sucking in long, thick strokes, seemingly desperate to pull my entire soul out through my dick. She slurped and bobbed, sometimes using her hands, and sometimes running those hands all over every inch of my flesh she could reach.
Standing up, cock still in her mouth, I pulled off my shirt and flung it across the room. Looking down at her bobbing head, my animalistic urge matched hers, and I gripped her hair tight in one hand. Stephanie looked up at me, the deep lust in both our eyes connecting on a practically metaphysical level, and without ever taking my cock out of her mouth she nodded.
I felt her hands grab my ass, and pull towards her rhythmically. Putting a hand on either side of her head now, she moaned in approval as my hips started to thrust, slowly penetrating her mouth.
I began gently, but the firm pulling on my ass told me she wanted it all. Her lips were vice tight around my shaft, and the strong suction of her mouth fought valiantly against me on every outward stroke.
She kept pulling me toward her. She wanted more. The sensation was indescribable. I lost myself in the moment and began fucking her face. She moaned around my length in approval; it was what she wanted; and I drove my thick cock in and out of her wet, wanton mouth harder and deeper.
I couldn't stop; my balls were beginning to brew, my body was beginning to sparkle and pop, but I didn't want it to end; not yet. I'm not lying when I say it took every ounce of strength I had to pull myself out of Stephanie’s mouth and collapse backward onto the couch.
We both gasped and choked for air as we took a moment apart.
"Holy shit," Stephanie said, followed by a chuckle of disbelief.
"You're telling me," I choked back, my cock bobbing in the wind, shiny and wet with Stephanie’s thickest saliva.
Suddenly a smile crept over her lips, and and struggled trough the fog of sex to get to her feet.
"C'mere, I wanna show you something" she said, leaning over to take my hand. Shuffling to get my pants all the way off, I followed Stephanie as she gleefully pulled me through the house into her bedroom.
She threw me onto the bed, slipped her pants off, and climbed on top. She barely even had to look as she lined my tip up with her dripping opening, and with matching, deep audible gasps, she took my entire cock up inside of her in a single stroke.
"Fuuuuuuck I missed this," she said with a smile. I grunted in agreement, and she began slowly grinding on me, sending pleasure spikes through both of our bodies as my length moved in and out of her.
"I wanna show you something," she said, a smile creeping over her lips. Leaning over me and reaching past me, she opened the drawer of her bedside table, pulling out a long pink object with sleek, smooth curves.
"Do you know what this is?" She asked, running her fingers over the object suggestively
"A vibrator?" I offered, trying for the moment to focus on her question, and not the feeling of this goddess' body on top of mine.
"Correct," she smiled, "but it's not just any vibrator; every time you heard me orgasming through the floorboards, this is what I had inside me."
She popped one end into her mouth, and then drew it down between her tits slowly. My cock flexed inside her.
Clicking the discreet button along the handle, the toy buzzed to excited life. Still smiling, she put it into my hand, and guided its tip down to where our bodies joined. She gasped, her smile getting bigger, fingers gripping me tight at the new, overwhelming sensation.
I watched her face, her body, as the pleasure began to shoot through her, pleasure that was entirely in my control. I began thrusting into her as I danced the toy around her clit.
She slumped forward in a big moan, hands landing on either side of my head to catch herself in support. Her breasts hung down, jiggling deliciously with each thrust. I leaned up and took a nipple into my mouth and sucked. Her other hand gripped me tight to her bosom as her moans became louder and more breathless.
Wrapping her body up in my free arm, we rolled to the side, never disconnecting, and suddenly I was on top of her. She was lost in a forest of pleasure now, and it was up to me to direct her through it.
I fucked into her deeply and with purpose, teasing her swollen clit with the electric joy buzzer. I couldn't take my eyes off her writhing form as it arced closer and closer to total rapture. Her breasts shook, her hand grasped onto my wrist, and then suddenly it came ; the sweetest, most erotic sound I still had ever heard, a sound I had sorely missed; the short, short, long succession of throaty, blissful moans ejaculating out of Stephanie’s throat as her body began to spasm around my cock in orgasm.
I held on for dear life, my cock throbbing, desperate not to cum myself, determined to guide Stephanie through her euphoria with my full attention.
I momentarily flashed back to where we were just a few months ago; she was my step sister's hot friend who delighted in tormenting me, I was her best friend's dumb step brother, but now, here we were, sharing our bodies, our passion, with each other, our carnal natures swirling together in a vortex of pleasure. I don't know if it was true love, but whatever it was it felt real to me. As real as the steaming, rapturous body beneath mine slowly coming back to earth from a mind-bending orgasm.
Stephanie’s hand pushed the toy away from her sensitive clit as her eyes opened. Both our breaths were deep ragged heaves, and our bodies glistened with sweat. She reached up and pulled me down on top of her, kissing me long and hard, her legs clamped down hard, pulling me deep into her cunt.
I held there still and felt her body as we kissed. I had been through a lot with Stephanie, experienced tremendous things for the first time with her, but I had no idea there was still distance to go, and we were about to go there for the first time; together.
"God, you feel so fucking good, Timmy," she gasped into my ear, the sound of that name making my cock flex inside her. "Fuck me from behind. Please."
Rearing up, I reluctantly pulled out of her, grabbed her leg and flipped her over onto her stomach. She arched her back, placing a pillow beneath her hips, shifting herself in a way that gave her ass a cute wiggle. Gripping one tight, toned cheek in my hand, I saddled up to her wet opening, lining myself up to dive back into her sweet center when I heard her gasp "Wait, "
Her body was still clearly buzzing from the aftermath of her orgasm, consumed by a fog of residual pleasure but there was a certain excitement, a certain nervousness to her person when she looked at me over her shoulder and breathlessly said "I want it, in my ass."
I froze, disbelief washing over me. "What?"
"You heard me," She said with a coy smile.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she said, tossing her blonde locks backward, cascading off to the side so they framed her gorgeous face. "I want you to be my first."
A fresh surge of excitement screamed through my rock hard cock, and I leaned over to kiss her.
"Please," she whispered in a ragged tone as my lips left hers.
Who was I to deny her?
My hands were shaking. My cock was still slick and wet, lathered in thick cum fresh from Stephanie’s orgasm. Heart pounding in my chest, I grabbed my shaft with my trembling hand and nervously lined up the head with her tight, puckered hole.
We both gasped as the tip touched her sensitive skin. I was worried; as slick as my cock was I didn't want to hurt her, so I instinctively let some saliva drop out of my mouth and onto her backdoor cherry. I spread it around with the head of my cock, and then there it was, slippery, wet, and ready. Moving my tip back into position, I took a deep breath and began to slowly push.
The fluids did their job. Another guttural gasp from Stephanie, and slowly, agonizingly slowly, I watched the tip of my cock disappear into the tight confines of her virgin ass.
"Are you ok?" I gasped, desperately. I was literally shaking with excitement. Excitement, but also terror. I was terrified I was going to hurt her, terrified that I was going to cum before I could even get inside her. Luckily however I think the exhilarating fear of the moment worked in my favor, and as she nodded her head and choked out a hot answer in the affirmative, I continued to slowly penetrate her with the urge to cum nowhere near the forefront of my mind.
Her asshole was tight. So tight. It was like nothing I ever experienced, so much sweet pressure gripping my shaft like a vice. My forward progress stopped with about half of my shaft still to go, and I began to slide my dick back, just as slowly as I had pushed it in.
"Oh my God, oh my God," she wheezed as I pushed back in.
"Are you OK?" I asked, freezing mid stroke.
"Yes, yes, don't stop; keep going!" I pushed again, going deeper this time, the tightness relieved ever so slightly to allow more of my cock inside her. She was moaning loudly and often now, and after a few more careful journeys in and out, I felt the firm cheeks of her sweet, athletic ass press against my hips.
"I'm in, Stephanie," I exclaimed through deep, ragged breaths, "I'm all the way in!"
"Then fuck me, Timmy," Stephanie answered. Her wide, gasping mouth formed a lusty smile. Strands of her golden hair matted to her cheeks with sweat, the sheets of the bed gripped tightly in her hands. "Please fuck me!"
The animal inside me returned when I heard that command. Sliding my cock back out again, I dripped more saliva onto my hard, straining cock to keep things moving, and pushed into her again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Her tight, untouched asshole welcomed me more and more with each thrust, and she egged me on with uncontrollable cries of "Yes, Timmy, fuck me; fuck me, Timmy, please!" I grunted and groaned on top of her as that mystical buzzing of impending orgasm took hold of my balls and body and didn't let go.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum; Stephanie, I'm gonna fucking cum!"
She only managed to squeak out two final cries of "Yes!" when something wholly unexpected happened: her body started to shake and wriggle, and her cries of carnal affirmation suddenly slipped into that heavenly triplet as she began to orgasm again.
This time I was too far gone to resist, and those cries of pleasure I had come to know so well triggered the rocket fuel inside of me. That sweet ring of hers held me tight, and for one glorious moment it felt like we truly became one. We melted together as the euphoric tense and release of my body sent torrent after torrent of hot cum deep into her welcoming ass.
We were a hot, writhing mass of moaning, orgasmic flesh, and the last thing I remember was Stephanie, coming down from her experience, softly chanting "Oh wow, oh wow,” because it was at that point that I blacked out.
It was only for a moment, or an hour, who's to say, but my body gave her literally everything it had, including my consciousness.
Coming to, I slowly pulled out of Stephanie’s tender rear entry, and rolled off of her. Instantly she cuddled up tight to me. Lying there, spent and tired, this golden goddess tucked in close, I was the definition of satisfied. Sleep came quickly for both of us, and as the world fell away, all I could do was echo her sentiment, take it all in, and let out a long, contented "Wow."
We both woke early the next morning, smiles tattooed to our faces.
I swatted at her ass playfully as I followed her into the shower, where we kissed deeply, lathered each other up, and I fingered her to another bright, rapturous orgasm under the falling water.
The heat of the steam was too much for us, and before we could continue we moved back to her bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed I was rock hard. Stephanie eyed my thick erection, but she made me wait; My cock bobbing stiff in the wind, I watched the devilish smile form on her lips as she ran a towel over her perfect body.
Then, finally, she stood in front of me, folded the towel neatly, put it on the floor in front of me and dropped to her knees. There was only a brief moment of teasing, massaging the underside of my cockhead with the stiff tip of her tongue, before taking me into her mouth fully.
"Fuck, I am going to miss this," I said, looking down at the face of my step sister's best friend as she joyfully bobbed her head up and down on my cock.
"They say a picture's worth a thousand words," she said with a loud slurp as she pulled off me. She continued stroking as she eyed my phone on the bed next to me. "I wonder how many a video is worth?"
She sank her head back down and took me back into her wet mouth. My eyes went wide. "Are you serious?" I said as I looked at my phone and then back to her.
Her only reply was to bounce her eyebrows suggestively.
My body began to buzz with pleasure, and I felt fresh blood surge into my cock. I grabbed my phone and quickly opened the camera, and pointed it down at her. My finger hovered over the record button. "Are you sure?" I said, giving her a chance to back out.
"Consider it a going away present, for both of us." she popped off my cock with a wet smack again to flash that devilish smile at me once more.
I tapped the button, and watched the timer begin to tick up.
I was filming Stephanie sucking my cock.
She slurped and sucked, tongued and bobbed, putting on a show for me, for us, as she blew me. The situation was as hot as the blow job itself, and as my length slipped in and out of her warm, wet mouth, I felt that familiar feeling brew inside me. She was practically milking me, the way her hands squeezed my balls and stroked my shaft in time with her sucking, slurping mouth.
"Yeah, baby, fuck, yes," I chanted, the hot boil of explosive love building inside me.
Wet, wanton slurps came in time as her lips rhythmically slipped off my cock on each stroke. Her eyes never left mine. "Um Hmm, mmhmm" she moaned into my cock, her head bobbing deliciously and with purpose, summoning the pleasure out of my body.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum!" I bellowed, my body beginning to buzz.
Pulling her lips off my cock she never broke eye contact, and never stopped stroking. Licking her lips, with a smile she moaned out "Do it, baby, cum for me ; I want it all over me!"
I lurched to my feet, camera in one hand, cock in the other, and Stephanie leaned back on her heels, one hand still massaging my balls.
It was the smile on her face as I pumped my cock in her direction that put me over the edge.
I let out a deep, guttural cry, and held the camera as steady as possible as my dams burst. My balls lept around in her hand, and I showered Stephanie with my hot cum. Thick ropes led the way, painting white lines down her cheeks and lips, off her chin, down her neck and onto her chest, followed by sprays and splatters of white hot semen that glistened over her chest and jumped into her giggling, open mouth.
I was drenching her in my seed and she was loving it.
When my balls stopped spasming, and the spurts turned to dribbles, her hands came up to her cum covered body to survey the damage. I kept the camera rolling. I took it all in, documenting the semen splattered beauty before me, shining in the bright light of the early morning.
"How do I look with your cum all over me, Timmy?" She said with a smoldering look at the lens as she dragged a thick splatter of cum off her cheek and into her mouth.
"Fucking amazing." I said truthfully.
She kept smiling.
My cock was still hard.
I placed the phone down without turning it off, as I slipped onto the floor. I leaned in without hesitation to kiss her cum-splattered face, pushed her backward onto the floor and jumped between her legs, slipping my cock inside her drenched cunt with a moan and a groan from each of us.
I hoisted her hips up on to mine, and looked down at her glistening body as I fucked her hard and fast until she came on my cock one last time, and I emptied the absolute last drop of cum I had into her body with a loud grunt and shudder.
I fell on top of her sticky body and we kissed again.
We were going to need another shower.
We both knew this was the last time certainly for now, maybe forever, and we held each other in the doorway as I made my way out.
"Goodbye for now," she said, kissing me long and hard, "until we can love each other again.
We smiled, we touched, I left.
And with that, my experience with Stephanie, getting to know her, getting to love her, was for the time being over. I knew we would see each other again; I'm sure we would probably even see each other again in passing before she left for school; but what we were to each other, what we shared, would be the past; a lovely memory stored in the mind for comfort on the coldest nights of the unknown future.
I was sad, but I didn't cry, for more than anything I was happy to have known her, to have loved her, for even this short amount of time. And hey, who knows what the future will bring?
I was so caught up in the overwhelming experience of what had just happened that I didn't even notice Alexa sitting at the kitchen table when I came in.
"Tim," She said, breaking my trance, bringing me back to earth, "how long have you and Stephanie been fucking?"
Uh oh.
Chapter 19: Tim teaches Christine some new tricks
Stephanie was gone.
We had shared one last amazing night together, and a couple days later she was off to college, and out of my life as an object of love or lust. At least for the time being.
I was sad to see her go, but thrilled to have ever had the chance to experience her the way I did. However, as understanding and agreeable as our split was, I knew it was going to take me a while to fully move past it.
The first obstacle was waiting for me when I got home the following morning.
"How long have you and Stephanie been fucking?" my step sister Alexa asked as I passed her in the kitchen. She had been waiting for me. She was not happy.
My brain still ablaze with hormones and racing thoughts, I wasn't totally sure how to answer that question. We had only been having full on penetrative sex for a few weeks, but we had been regularly experiencing each other physically for much longer than that.
"Since I took her to my prom," I said, making the timeline as simple as possible. I think there was probably a little bit of spite built in to my exaggeration as well. My affair with Stephanie had been a dirty little secret for so long, one that Alexa laughed off as impossible, that as I stood there, my cock still sticky with her best friend's juices, her womb still full of my cum, I felt the need to make it land with a bit more of a punch. Our relationship was no joke - it was real, and it was passionate, and it was messy.
"Jesus,” she said, in clear disbelief, “ why didn't she tell me?"
I chortled at this question. "Are you serious? You wanna know why your best friend didn't tell you she was fucking your step brother?" It was hard to believe Alexa could be so dense.
"Yeah, you're right," she said, spacing out, still in disbelief.
"Listen, Alexa," I began, trying to get through to her, "Stephanie and I, we had something nice, but it's over now. She's leaving for school in a couple days, so we decided to part ways. She and I are cool, but I think you need to talk to her before she leaves."
"Why would I want to talk to her about fucking my step brother?" She said with a grimace.
"No, you need to talk to her about you guys. There's something going on between you two, some sort of distance, and I think you need to sort it out before you both go back to school."
Alexa’s face grew somber. She knew I was right. "I never asked her to go to the same school as me, you know. It was her idea."
"Well what's the issue? I thought you guys were best friends?"
"We were, are, but we,” her voice trailed off as she parsed out her feelings. “ I guess part of me just wants to have my own life. My own friends. My own relationships."
I understood what she meant, but I also knew that Stephanie was really hurting. "Well you need to tell her this. You guys need to work it out. She loves you, Alexa, and the way you've been cutting her out is killing her. She's vulnerable right now, heading off to college a year behind, and she needs her best friend. Ok?"
"Wow," Alexa said, taking in the first real, deep conversation we ever had, "who knew my dumb step brother could be so wise?" She smiled, and got up to leave. "You could have told me, you know," she said, "I wouldn't have liked it but, I think I get it now."
She turned and went to leave.
"Alexa?" I called after her; there was still something I needed to know. "How did you find out?"
She paused, and swiped nervously at her hair.
"When I got home last night, I went to drop your keys off in your room, and I heard you two. Through the floor." My cock twitched in my pants. "Unless that was some other 'Timmy' she was begging to fuck her,” She said with a sarcastic smirk.
I felt my cheeks begin to redden. "Nope, that was me."
She flashed me an awkward thumbs up and left the room.
Yeesh, what a morning.
I got a glass of water and headed off to my room to get some sleep. Lying in bed, I pulled out my phone and replayed the dirty video we recorded. My cock was quickly hard again, but I didn't feel the need to jerk off. I knew I'd be jerking it to this video plenty, probably for the rest of my life, but for right now I just wanted to relive the experience. Those blue eyes looking up at me with my cock in her mouth, the big, open smile as I showered her in my cum, and the rapturous orgasm she had as I slid inside her for the final time.
Closing the phone, I dozed off, and tried to imagine what the rest of my summer was going to look like.
My first week of summer work was a bit of a blur.
Working at a big chain office supply store wasn't rocket science, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't distracted, still reeling from Stephanie’s departure. I helped people with copies and faxes, the occasional package shipment, and put all the pens and paper on all the right shelves mindlessly as I floated through the week.
My co-workers were nice enough, all taking the job about as seriously as I was. The one stand out was Gina, a sarcastic girl with purple-highlighted hair and thick eye makeup. Our general uniform was a branded short sleeve polo shirt and slacks, but Gina always had a long sleeve shirt underneath, on account of her tattoos. It was an unflattering get up, probably by design, but based on the places those dull, shapeless fabrics stretched and bulged on Gina I could tell she probably had a pretty nice body underneath it all.
I may have made friends with my co-workers fairly quickly, but our shift manager was a bit of a different story.
Letty was a thin girl with long, brunette hair always pulled back in a severe ponytail, large glasses, and thin lips that were always pulled into a tight purse. At 20 years old, she was all business, and clearly had no time for shenanigans. That's why when she singled me out as the day was ending I knew I had a rough summer ahead of me.
"Tim, a moment please," she said as I made my way out with the other new recruits after closing early for the evening. I walked over to the customer service desk where she was tidying up.
"What's up?" I asked casually.
"I know that this is just a summer job to you, and probably one you don't particularly care about," she said, never looking up from the task at hand, "but first and foremost this is a business, more importantly it's a business that I am in charge of for 8 hours a day. It's up to me to make sure things run smoothly, and to do that I need people to pay attention and do what needs to be done. Can you appreciate that?"
Ugh. I knew this was going to be a long summer if Letty was going to be treating this temporary job at a big box office supply store like it was working for the Pentagon.
I was about to answer, when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Christine. A text I desperately wanted to read.
"Tim, are you listening to me? Come on, this is exactly what I mean." Letty said, finally looking at me.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry," I began, trying to appreciate the moment, "I've got a lot of stuff going on, I'm doing my best, I swear."
Letty reprimanded me one more time and then dismissed me. That purse on her lips was severe and told the story of her disappointment, but it was quickly gone from my mind as I heard a voice call my name from the side as I exited the building.
I looked and saw Gina leaning against the brick wall, smoking a cigarette. She took a long drag from it and said "Don't let the bitch get you down; you'll get used to it in a week or so."
"Thanks for the tip," I said, looking around for any other sign of a car or transport. "Do you need a ride or anything?"
"Nah, I'm good, I'm waiting for someone."
I was about to inquire further, but decided to just let it be. I said my good nights and headed to my car, where I plopped down into the front seat. Opening my phone, I smiled as I read Christine's text. "Could use some help. Pool today after work?"
For the first time since Stephanie left, I felt a tingle in my balls, and a rush of blood to my cock. I hadn't cum, had barely even been hard, since that last night together, a sort of sexual and emotional depression setting in. I knew I needed to snap out of it though, that's what Stephanie would want, and thankfully, once again, Christine was here to help me when I needed it.
"Just got off," I said with a wink emoji, "give me 30?"
"Sounds perfect" she replied with a smile emoji. My cock surged. It felt good.
Sitting in my car, about to head home, I caught Letty walking to her car. She stopped at her door, and pulled the elastic out of her ponytail so she could re-adjust her tightly pulled hair. For that moment though, I saw her long brown hair cascade freely, and I had to admit; she was attractive. I thought about what she might be like when she fucked, and all I could imagine was someone stiff and efficient, silent, probably missionary with the lights off, probably has never had an orgasm.
My hormones were getting the better of me. I needed to get out of there. I started up the car and drove off.
After showering when I got home, I put myself together and checked my email before I headed out. I was surprised and excited to see a message from "Just4theWatcherxoxo" - it was Kerri.
Opening it up I read the message inside that began with "hadn't heard from you in a bit. I was worried you didn't like my last picture!" I immediately felt bad as I remembered the amazing photo she sent me not so long ago, the photo of her open mouth filled with fresh cum she had just sucked out of her boyfriend (my friend) Mike's dick. "Thought I'd send you another just to make sure you were still alive :)"
I clicked the attached file and my cock went from zero to midnight. It was another faceless photo, from neck to bust, but this time she was fully clothed, her blouse unbuttoned down to just past her cleavage. The collar of the shirt was spread wide, revealing her thick, Greek globes hoisted high and tight in a nice bra, but the star of the show was the thick, white semen splattered across the tops of them.
My imagination ran wild as I pictured Kerri on her knees, fully clothed, sucking Mike's cock right up until the breaking point, and then pulling her lips off with a pop and jerking his cum all over her chest. Or maybe he did the jerking. What a naughty girl. I wonder where they were. I wonder if she asked for it. I wonder if she did it just for me.
Already late, I fired off a reply sure to get her going: "I'm So sorry, things have been very busy lately. Of course I liked it, I found it extremely, stimulating. Tell me, what can I ever do to make it up to you?"
I was entering some real dicey waters with this girl, but honestly, I didn't even care. It was hot. She was hot. I had a week's worth of backed up cum boiling in my balls and her cum-covered tits on my computer screen, of course I wasn't thinking straight; who would?
I hit send, took one last look at those glazed beauties, and headed off to meet Christine. I really hoped she needed a Lot of help tonight.
It was a beautiful summer evening. The sun was just about to disappear behind the wall of the horizon, casting pinks and yellows and blues into a tie-dye sky. Yellow bulbs of stringed lights glowed a pleasant glow, traipsing along the edge of the wooden fence in Christine's back yard as a warm breeze gently rustled the thick wall of trees that protected our privacy.
I sat on the steps in the shallow end of the pool and listened. The only sounds I could hear were the lapping of gentle waves against my body and short, stifled squeaks of pleasure, both the result of Christine straddling my leg and humping her clit against the meat of my thigh.
I watched her, eyes closed, grimaces and smirks flashing in succession across her face, lost in the desperate chase for pleasure. Her hair blew lightly in the breeze, and hard, aroused nipples accented her modest breasts, reaching out toward me through the frustrating fabric of her bikini top. I desperately wanted to see those nipples, to take them in my mouth, but there were rules to our rendezvous, a frustrating code of conduct that ultimately just added to the strength of the hard on I currently had. A hard on that Christine held firmly in her hand.
One hand on my cock, the other on the ledge for stability, she wasn't stroking me so much as gripping me tight, like someone might hold another's hand when doing something scary. Her pressure would come and go as the pleasure swirled through her, and in all truth, despite no true motion to her hands, it was a fantastic feeling. I was right there with her as her pleasure grew, my cock an anchor for her as she pitched and rolled on the seas of sex.
I took in her whole body, but my eyes were transfixed on her stomach and hips. The soft muscles in her flat stomach tensed and released, her hips rocking to and fro as she ground her cunt against my leg. It was a mesmerizing sight, watching the water lap at her midsection in a slow deliberate sexual rhythm. I wished it wasn't my leg she was grinding on, but my thick cock up inside her wet cunt. I wanted her slick walls to grip me, not her hand, as she rode me toward orgasm. But there were rules. There was a code.
I felt her hand squeeze my cock tighter, and a moan, louder now, escaped her lips involuntarily.
She was getting close.
Her breath began to get ragged and thick, her thighs starting to squeeze my leg between them as she worked herself closer and closer.
The hand around my cock began to pulse, and I gasped with her. There was still no stroking, just a rhythmic squeeze and release that matched her rocking hips, and yet I felt my own orgasm building as well. I began to focus, controlling my breathing, as she asked me to try not to cum; she wanted it on her face. I tried to think of baseball, of math, whatever I could to get the image of Christine's angelic, innocent face coated in my semen out of my mind, but it wasn't working.
She rocked, she moaned, she gripped, she released, and I was just along for the ride as we careened toward orgasm. Her brow furrowed, focused on crossing that final finish line, and just as her brow began to release, and a smirk began to form on her lips, the sound of a car pulling up the gravel driveway, shining its headlights through the wooden slats of the fence gate, snapped her back to reality and in an instant she had leapt off my thigh and into the deeper water of the pool.
I sat there in shock, my hard cock just as confused as I was.
"Quick, put your suit back on!" she whisper-yelled at me, tossing my wet shorts over to me, "It's my dad!"
Not wanting to get caught busting a nut on the preacher's daughter, or into his pool for that matter, I clumsily pulled the wet shorts up over my rock hard dick, and shifted myself into a position where my arousal wouldn't be visible.
"Hi honey!" I heard the voice of the church pastor say as he and his wife pushed through the gate.
"Hi, daddy!" she shouted back, having hustled her way to the opposite end of the pool from where I was.
"Who's that you've got over, is that Tim?"
"Hi, Reverend and Mrs. McGinnis," I said back as cordially as a guy who had just been about to nut on their daughter's face could possibly be.
"Have you two eaten anything?" Mrs. McGinnis said. She was the spitting image of Christine, albeit older, and had a glowing smile and a kind, welcoming, demeanor. "And please, call me Cathy; Reverend and Mrs. is too formal!"
"Maybe for you, but I'll never turn down respect!" the reverend said with a chuckle, "But yes, stay for dinner, son, I was just about to fire up the grill anyway!"
I smiled and accepted.
We all relaxed and chatted comfortably as the reverend worked the grill, Christine and I never daring to get within 20 feet of each other lest we create suspicion of our true motives for the evening. I hadn't spent much time with Cathy outside of church, and she proved to have a very fun, entertaining energy that was infectious. We talked about summer jobs, plans for the future, and overall had a nice, pleasant evening.
"Tim, will you be joining the others on the camping trip next month?" Cathy asked between bites of salad.
"Honestly, I had forgotten about it until just now," I said truthfully. The summer youth camping trip happened every year, and was generally an enjoyable time of s'mores and scary stories for a few days away from our parents and the world, but this year had the potential to be very different. I felt my cock twitch at the thought of Christine and I being in such close quarters, knowing it would be almost impossible for us not to make some clandestine arrangements in the woods to fulfill our needs. "But yes, I think I'll definitely be coming," I said, glancing at Christine who caught my eyes with a sudden short chortle and choke on her drink. I tried to hide my smile and she tried to play it cool, but I could tell by the way she shifted her evening shawl over her hardening nipples that she had most definitely been thinking the same thing too.
As clean up began, I watched Cathy whisper something into the Reverend's ear, smile a devilish smile, and then playfully swat his ass as she walked away. I got the sense that her looks weren't the only thing Christine inherited from her mother.
I mindlessly began to wonder what it must be like to experience that hot, heavy sexual drive the McGinnis women seemed to share, free from inhibition, protected by the freeing bonds of matrimony. I wondered if Cathy shared her daughter's oral fixation.
The Reverend was a lucky man.
"Ok kids, don't stay up too late; it's a work day tomorrow!" the Reverend called to us as he and Cathy went in for the night. I felt my cock start to surge again at the thought of finishing what Christine and I had started. Christine didn't match my enthusiasm, unfortunately.
"Ugh, this is so frustrating," she said as we sat on the edge of the pool, "I can't believe they came home when they did!"
"Well, I mean, it looks like they're going in for the night, we could always; "
"Absolutely not," she cut me off, laughing, "not with my parents in the house!"
"Do you want to move out to my car? We could; " I began, trying to spitball ways for us both to still get off.
"No, I just don't think it's going to happen tonight," she said with a disappointed tone. "But listen, tomorrow is Friday, and they're going to be out late doing evening service church stuff, so why don't you come by around seven and we can do this properly." She said with that same devilish smile I saw on her mother's face.
"Yeah," I said, matching her smile, "that sounds perfect."
She touched my hand, squeezing it briefly, and then let go.
"What a bummer," she said, breaking the moment we shared together, "I really needed this too. I haven't gotten off since the last time we were together. I'm very pent up!"
"That was a while ago," I said, doing the math in my head, "you haven't gotten off at all? Like not even by yourself?"
"No, I, don't do that,” she said shyly, “ I mean I've never done it."
"Never?"
"Never."
"Why not?"
"I don't know,” she said, her gaze getting far away for a moment, "I guess I just always thought it was wrong."
"More wrong than what we're doing?" I chuckled in disbelief.
"Listen, I didn't say it made sense, it's just how I've always felt, ok?" She said, smacking me in the arm
"Ok, ok!" I laughed, letting up, "it's just, interesting."
The night wound down, and I gathered my things. Christine walked me out to the car, where she gave me a wink and a "see you tomorrow." I had wanted to kiss her, and I think she had wanted to kiss me, but we needed to keep up the charade as much as possible with her parents nearby.
I made my way home and thought about what we had discussed. A plan for the following evening began to form in my mind, as an erection began to form in my pants.
The following workday was an interminable slog of stacking paper, stocking pens, and answering inane questions about printer cartridges, but thoughts of future activities with Christine helped carry me through. I wasn't thinking about our time together later that night, however, I was thinking about the camping trip.
Christine and I had been hooking up as a way to help each other deal with our raging, teenage hormones, to be sure, but the taboo nature of what we were doing, the secrecy of it, was a major turn on as well. Christine rationalized our trysts as a way for her to be "good" while still satisfying her urges, but she knew she was being bad, sneaking around her conservative family's backs, and I could tell she got off on it. She tried to keep up the appearance of respectability with her "neck up only" rules, but the way she went crazy for my cum, in her mouth and on her face, told me it was the naughtiness, the dirtiness, that really got her going. She was a walking furnace of fiery, horny contradictions, and I was reaping all the benefits.
I thought about being out in the woods with her, sneaking off after lights out to find a quiet place where we could be alone, somewhere she could ride my thigh to orgasm surrounded by nature. I thought about staggering our return to the campfire to join the others for s'mores and ghost stories, and seeing the light of the fire highlight a glimmering streak on her neck, having missed a spot cleaning up the semen I erupted all over her face as the climax to a soul-sucking blowjob down by the docks.
"Hey, are you asleep or something?" came Gina's voice from behind, snapping me out of my erotic day dream.
"No, I, was just thinking about baseball," I poorly lied with a nervous smile.
"I don't blame you," Gina said with a snort, "it's weird, I spend most of my time at this job thinking about my other job. Hard to keep the two straight sometimes."
"Other job?"
"Yeah, I work weekends downtown. In fact I'm on my way there tonight after we get out." She paused for a moment, and then came with the question "Actually, is there any way you could drop me off after we get out? It'd save me a ton of time."
"Yeah, sure," I said after a moment. It wasn't exactly on my way, and I was desperate to get to Christine's as quickly as possible, but I didn't want to be a jerk.
"Thanks. I owe you one" she said with a flat smile. "That is unless Letty bites your head off for napping on the job, in which case I'll probably just steal your car." One more smirk and an arched eyebrow, and she was back on to her own part of the store again.
I coasted through the rest of the day, got out alive, and welcomed Gina to my car for her ride downtown. We talked casually, getting to know each other in a co-worker kind of way; she was going to be a sophomore at the local community college whereas I was about to start my freshman year at the nearby university, this was her second summer working at the store, etc etc.
The personal questions came next, but remained as surface level as possible.
"So you got a girlfriend or anything?" She asked casually
"I,” I honestly didn't know the answer to that question. Stephanie was gone, not that I knew what was going on there when she was here, and Christine, well, Christine was, "it's complicated," I finally blurted out.
"Yeah, it always is," she said with a chuckle.
"What about you?" I offered back.
"It's complicated," she said with a knowing smirk. "I've got a few people chasing me, I don't know, it's fun, I guess."
I bet she did. That was all the info she was willing to give up, and flagged down a corner I could stop at to let her off. It was a nondescript corner, with no real notable businesses or establishments, and after a wave and a thank you I watched her turn down a side street and disappear.
This girl was a mystery. A very interesting mystery.
I arrived at Christine's not long after, and my cock was already hard. I was excited and nervous at what was about to go down. I had a plan, an idea, and I hoped she was willing to trust me.
I knocked on the door and waited nervously. We were going to have the whole house to ourselves tonight, and I honestly didn't know what to expect. Would she answer the door in nothing but a smile? Or maybe a nightie or a silk robe? Tight booty shorts showing off her long legs and braless under a tight tank top?
The possibilities were endless, which is why I was a little shocked when she opened the door and greeted me in a pair of tight jeans and a sweatshirt. Despite the fact that it was about 85 degrees outside, this was an odd ensemble for what was, to my understanding, supposed to be a very horny evening.
I couldn't resist that bright beaming smile she aimed in my direction though, and put her clothing choices out of mind as she welcomed me in.
To be continued in Part 12
By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.