The story of young love. I had originally posted this as 3 separate parts, but many of you apparently had a tough time finding all 3, so I condensed and consolidated it into one story, also corrected some spacing issues that made it hard to read. The story is partially fictional, and I hope you enjoy it. It was also my first story, and still my favorite. If you are looking for a lot of quick, graphic sex, you may want to look elsewhere.
School had let out for the summer only two weeks earlier, and I was already bored. All the guys I normally hung out with were out of town visiting relatives, on family vacations, or gone for various other reasons. There wasn’t another fifteen year-old boy in our entire neighborhood. No swimming pool within bicycle distance, and with the thermometer pushing into the mid-nineties, it was unbearably HOT. To further restrict my social calendar, both my mom and dad worked, and on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, so my activities on those days were confined to staying home with my five year-old sister Ashley. Watching daytime TV was no fun, and I had already watched every DVD I had in my collection. Twice. Then, in a good news-bad news sort of way, my prospects for cooling off suddenly improved.
“Honey, what would you think about spending tomorrow at the lake?” my mom asked me at breakfast. My ears immediately perked up, and I reacted like any bored teenager would.
“Would I?!!! Are you kidding? Let’s DO it!” I exclaimed. But then I caught the look on mom’s face, and it told me that there was some fine print coming.
“Well, actually “we” aren’t going. I have to work. But Mrs. Robinson asked if you and Ashley wanted to go up to the lake with them tomorrow. She has a daughter Ashley’s age, and their house up at Lake Mitchell has a neighborhood water park for little kids. She is leaving tomorrow morning to go up and spend the whole day. Wanna go?”
I had heard mom talking about Mrs. Robinson before, but I don’t think I could have picked her out of a lineup. She lived a couple of streets over, and I just vaguely remember her moving in a couple of summers ago after she went through a divorce. Suddenly, I saw the catch.
“Oh, I get it now.” I said, sarcastically. “I get to spend all day babysitting two five year-olds for Mrs. Robinson at the kiddie pool? LOTS of fun, mom.”
“No, honey, it’s not like that. You actually wouldn’t be babysitting for her at all. She’s going to be watching the kids all day. She asked if you might want to go along because she has her teenage niece staying with them this summer. The girl doesn’t know anyone here, and she thought you might could…”
I didn't hear the rest. My pulse quickened. A teenage girl? Possibly a 15 year-old girl…wait, even better! Maybe a 16-year old girl! My prospects were suddenly looking up, but then reality began to seep into my excitement.
“Wait a minute, mom,” I protested. “Just what does this girl look like?”
“I don’t know, honey. She just got into town yesterday, and she’s staying with her aunt for the rest of the summer, but I haven’t had a chance to meet her yet.” She gave me the dreaded “mom” look. “Would you say “no” just because she might not be pretty?”
“Awww…c’mon, mom…that’s not fair.”
I paused for a moment. On one hand, I didn’t want my mother to be disappointed in me. On the other hand, visions of an ugly fat girl in a bikini started flashing through my mind. She saw the look in my eyes and immediately added:
“Well, it’s not like you’re getting married to her or anything. It’s just a day at the lake, and it will be fun.” The way she said it, I knew then that she had already promised Mrs. Robinson that I would go. I was stuck with no way out.
All night long, I churned the possibilities over in my mind. Who was this girl? How old was she? What did she look like? I spent most of the night tossing and turning with both excitement and dread. Finally I came to the conclusion that even if she was a total dog, I still get a free day at the lake, right? Yeah. After that, I wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore, would I?
The alarm clock startled me. I guess I had actually fallen asleep at some point, but the numbers showing 6:00 am mocked me for not doing it much earlier. Lake Mitchell was a good two-hour drive away, and mom had told me that Mrs. Robinson wanted to get an early start. I padded downstairs to the smell of bacon and eggs.
“Morning.” I yawned sleepily.
“Morning, sweetie.” Mom replied. “After you eat, I’ll drop you by the Robinson’s on my way to work. Be ready to go in 30 minutes or so?”
I nodded my head as I dove into breakfast. Soon after that, I showered and started to pack. I decided to just wear my swimsuit on the way up, and packed an extra change of clothes in my backpack. I threw the pack into the backseat floorboard of mom’s car and jumped in, while mom buckled Ashley into her car seat. A minute later, we pulled into the Robinson’s driveway. I glanced into the garage and along the front porch. Hmmm. No teenage babe in sight. For that matter, there was no one but Mrs. Robinson in sight.
“Hey, guys!” Mrs. Robinson called, as she was buckling her daughter into their minivan. She motioned to me. “John, do me a favor, would you dear? Amy’s still inside. Can you go in and give her a hand with the cooler?”
Amy? Amy. Amy’s not a bad name, I thought. Come to think of it, I’d never known any ugly girls named Amy. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad after all…
“I really appreciate you going with us. I know Amy will. She’s been so lonely lately…”
Lonely? Uh oh…she must be a total dog. She motioned me toward the house.
“Just go on in. Amy’s in the kitchen.”
I walked up the stairs, and opened the door. Strangely my heart was beating harder, both anticipating and dreading what this girl looked like. I came around the corner and stopped dead. A girl was bent over facing away from me, loading drinks into the cooler. Her ass was pointed right at me, covered tightly by little cheerleader-style shorts. The thin cotton material had rode up between her ass cheeks. It was a small, firm ass, sitting on top of two thin tanned legs. My dick started to twitch a little. So far, so good. She must have heard me come in, and quickly turned to face me.
“You must be John,” she said quietly.
“Uhh…yeah. You must be Amy.” I stammered.
She wasn’t 16. She wasn’t 15, or 14. I had serious doubts that she was even 13.
Great. Just great. I had been conned into babysitting a 12-year old for the day. She must have read my face.
“Look, I’m really sorry you got stuck having to hang out with me,” she remarked glumly. “Honest, it wasn’t my idea.”
“No problem.” I mumbled. Boy, I hope nobody saw me. I had my learner’s permit already, was beginning to shave, and I jerked off three times a day thinking about all the high school babes I was going to meet when school started. What if word got out that I spent the day at the lake with a 12-year old? This could do irreparable damage to my not-as-yet-established reputation. I shook that sobering thought off, and sighed silently.
“Well, I guess it’s time to go. Here, let me get that.” I stooped to pick up the cooler and carried it to the car, leaving Amy in my wake.
“Great, I see you guys have met.” Mrs. Robinson said. “John, just throw the cooler in the front passenger seat. I’ve got some snacks and sip cups for the kids in there, and need to be able to get to them during the drive.”
She had buckled the two car seats for the little kids into the captain’s chairs directly behind the driver and passenger front seats. I realized that, by putting the cooler in the front passenger seat, with the two car seats in the rear captain’s chairs, that I was stuck sitting in the rear bench seat alone with Amy.
The ride was quiet. The kids were intently watching a DVD with a fuzzy dinosaur singing some stupid songs. Mrs. Robinson was far enough in the front that we couldn’t carry on a normal conversation with her. Amy was very quiet, content to sit and stare sideways out her window. I had been so thrown by the sudden realization of her age that it took me a while to realize that she was actually pretty cute. She had shoulder length brown hair, pulled back into a ponytail. She was thin and nicely tanned. I noticed she had perky little tits, about the size of baseballs, hiding under her tight-fitting tank top. Her shorts rode up as she sat, and I allowed my eyes to travel down her smooth, slim thighs, all the way to her feet. She had taken off her shoes, and I saw that her toenails had been painted the same bright pink color as her fingernails. I felt a slight movement in my crotch, before I had to remind myself that she was probably only twelve.
A few more miles passed, and I found my gaze wandering over her yet again. What struck me the most were her eyes. What should have been big, bright, beautiful green eyes were instead vacant and sad. They had been ever since we met in the kitchen. Could it be that she was disappointed in ME? Man, that was a sobering blow to my young ego.
After two long, silent hours, we were finally there. We unloaded the van, and Mrs. Robinson busied herself with applying sunscreen to the little kids. She pointed in the direction behind the house. “There’s a path that leads down through the woods to the lake back there. It’s about a five-minute hike. The kids and I are headed for the pool area. Why don’t you guys check back in with me up here around lunchtime or so?”
We agreed, and headed down to the water, both silent with our own thoughts. What was her problem? She looked so down, but I eventually started to get the feeling that it had nothing to do with me. I noticed her looking away several times, and finally caught a glimpse of a tear running down her cheek.
I finally stopped walking and asked, “Hey, are you ok?”
She sniffled a little, nodded her head, and kept walking. I moved to catch up with her.
“Look, I was just trying to be nice. What’s the deal with you?”
She turned to face me. “Hey, I said I was sorry you got stuck with me. You don’t have to hang out or be nice to me, now that no one’s around. No sense in both of us having a lousy time.”
I softened a little. “Look, I didn’t mean any harm. I just wanted to know what was bothering you. Besides,” I lied, “I don’t feel like I got stuck with you.”
That elicited a snort from her. “Stop lying. I’m not stupid. I know you’d rather be doing something else.”
“No, really,” I protested. “I’m up for any chance to spend the day at the lake.”
“Oh yeah? And you’re SO hoping that no one finds out that you spent a day at the lake with a little kid, right?” she said sarcastically, looking up at me.
Oh shit…how did she know I’d been thinking THAT? Maybe she had ESP or something.
“I didn’t…that is…I never…” I began to sputter.
“Oh, sure. You also probably spent all last night dreading that I might be fat and ugly.”
I stared at her dumbly, mouth hanging open. I couldn’t think of a thing to say.
Then her features softened a bit, and I saw the beginnings of a sly smile, and noticed she wore braces. “Don’t worry. I was dreading that you might be some pimple-faced pervert who might try to grope me or something.”
“Yep, that’s me.” I shot back lightly.
“Hardly.” She looked me up and down. “You’re more like the big brother type.”
Her sudden openness surprised me. It was if she had been looking for any chance to talk to somebody. Whatever had been bothering her had been put back into whatever closet it came out of. I became aware that she was still studying me up and down intently.
After an awkward silence, and not really knowing what else to say, I told her, “You know, you’re actually pretty cute when you smile. You might want to try it more often.”
It was intended as a compliment, but I must have hit a nerve, as her face darkened a little. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me.” I said, and by some unspoken agreement, we started to walk again.
She took a deep breath. “Okay, but remember, you asked for it.” She paused for a moment, and then began to pour out her soul to me.
“My parents are getting a divorce. It starting to get real ugly, and I feel like I’m getting crushed in the middle. I’m their only kid, and they fight over me just like I am just another one of their possessions. I’m being forced to take sides, which is tearing me up inside, and I really don’t want to live with either one of them right now. That’s why I’m spending the summer here with my aunt. If that wasn’t enough, my boyfriend broke up with me on the last day of school. A couple of days later, I found out that he and my best friend Emily had been…well…you know. They were doing it the whole time we were going together. Everyone in school found out, and I felt like the biggest moron in the world.”
Once again, her tears started to fall. I felt so ashamed. This girl’s entire world had been torn apart, and all I could worry about was that someone I knew might see us together, or find out that we spent a day at the lake together. I had to say something, but didn’t know where to start. I was smart enough, however, to know that this girl needed a friend, and I was the only prospect for miles. I stopped, turned to her, and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, look…I’m really sorry…you know…about everything. I didn’t know.” I tried to lighten things up a bit. “I thought that you just didn’t want to spend the day with me.”
She glanced up at me quickly, her cheeks wet with tears.
“You’re kidding, right?”
I shrugged. “Well, I didn’t really know what to think, what with you moping around after our meeting in the kitchen. I just assumed it was me…” my voice trailed off.
“Well how do you think it made ME feel, you idiot?” she blustered. “A cute guy walks in the door, and the first thing he sees is me with my ass sticking up in the air. Some first impression, huh? Then I saw your eyes, and how disappointed that you were, thinking I was just some kid...”
“You really thought I was cute?” I interrupted, trying to change the subject. She turned away, embarrassed. I grinned at her awkwardness.
“Look, if it makes you feel any better, I thought you made a pretty good first impression with that ass of yours. It was definitely the best one I had seen today…” She looked up at me sharply, but I’d said it with a teasing smile, and that evoked a short laugh from her. I continued talking, hoping to take her mind off things.
“Second, as far as thinking you were a kid, well…maybe I did…at first. But now I can see that…you’re not. Not really, anyway. You act different than most girls your age…uh, by the way, how old ARE you.”
“Oh…okay.” Thirteen? Somehow, now it didn’t seem as important as it did back at the Robinson’s house. “You seem much more…I don’t know…mature or something.”
“Going through a divorce does that to a kid.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
I wanted to change the subject for her sake, but just then we reached the lakeshore. We both stopped and caught our breath. It was beautiful. The Robinson’s lot was actually a small cove, hidden from view from other houses. It was like having our own personal beach.
“Wanna swim?” I asked, turning to her.
“Sure, why not?” she said, pulling her tank top over her head. I couldn’t help watching as the tight top slid over her developing young breasts, revealing a bright pink bikini top that matched her nail polish.
“Stop staring at me and go get in!” she said crossly, but I saw a hint of laughter in her eyes.
“Sorry. I told you I was a pervert!” and I walked down into the water. It was nice and warm, and I turned to say something else to Amy. My words died on my lips as I saw her sliding her shorts down over her hips. Stepping out of them, I was treated to the sight of a small hot pink bikini bottom riding up between her ass cheeks. She reached back and pulled the thin strip of fabric out in order to attempt to cover her ass. I gave her a mock wolf whistle, and she stuck her tongue out at me, walked into the water, and splashed some in my direction.
“You ARE a total perv!” she frowned, but then giggled.
The next couple of hours flew by, as we laughed, swam, and generally goofed off. I figured that subjects like best friends, boys, and parents were off limits, but we chatted back and forth about our favorite TV shows, movies, and food. Strangely, it turned out that we had a lot in common, and I found that she was very easy to talk to. Before we knew it, it was time to head back to the cabin for some lunch. We walked back up the trail, and at one point Amy slipped and started to fall. I reached out quickly, caught her, and pulled her to her feet. Off balance, she fell against me. Her small breasts rubbed against my torso as I tried to steady her. She gripped both of my arms with her hands. We stood like that for only a second or two, but I could almost feel the heat radiating between our bodies. I also felt a stirring in my crotch, which I certainly did NOT need at this point. She looked up at me with a strange expression in her eyes, but it was gone in an instant.
“Thanks” she said breathlessly.
“No problem.” I replied.
Lunch was pretty basic, sandwiches and chips that Mrs. Robinson had packed. Conversation was dominated by the two five-year olds, and how neat the little water park was. Amy and I ate in relative silence, although I noticed her stealing glances at me a few times. It surprised me a little to find that I didn’t mind all that much, and found myself stealing a few glances of my own. After lunch, Mrs. Robinson told us they were headed back to the pool, and that we were free to spend the rest of the day at the lake. She told us to be back to the cabin before dark, and we would leave for home. As we headed back down the path, this time Amy was the one who struck up the conversation.
“Listen, I…well…I mean…thanks for being so nice to me. I know I’m not as old as the girls you hang out with, but you didn’t have to come today. And thanks for what you said earlier. It meant a lot to me.”
“Hey, no problem.” I replied, then slyly added, “Besides, I told you I’d do anything for a day at the lake…even hang out with some punk kid.”
“Oh, you…” She turned around and punched me, playfully, in the arm. Then she started running down the path, calling back over her shoulder, “Last one in is a pimple-faced pervert!”
I laughed at what had become our new catch phrase. I took off after her, but she had a head start, and we were only about fifty feet from the water. She jumped in just ahead of me, and we both started splashing each other. Splashing soon turned into playful wrestling, and I am proud to admit that I used my size to my advantage several times, picking her up and dumping her unceremoniously into the water.
“No fair!” she sputtered. “Your bigger than I am!”
“Not my fault!” I retorted, and grabbed her again. I hoisted her light body above my head. “Now tell me…WHO is a pimple face pervert?”
She couldn’t stop giggling. “YOU are!”
I playfully feigned dropping her into the water, eliciting a scream from her, followed by more giggles.
I began to enjoy torturing her. “I’m sorry…I didn’t hear you…WHO is the pervert?!”
“YOU ARE!” Her giggles had turned into full laughter.
I slid my hands down to her ankles, and in one swift motion, flipped her upside down. I dunked her head into the water, and then pulled her back up again. “I must have my hearing aid checked out. Could you repeat that one more time? WHO is the pervert?”
“Okay, okay…you win! I’m the pervert!” she said, laughing loudly.
“That’s better.” I said, slowly righting her to her feet in front of me. She grabbed onto my shoulders for balance until her toes hit the sandy bottom of the lake. The water was about chest deep, and her eyes came up and met mine. We just stood like that for a few seconds, not moving. I didn’t want to let go of her hips, and she didn’t release her grip on my shoulders. Her grin changed to something else, and she moved her hands from my shoulders and clasped them behind my neck. I moved my hands around her back and pulled her close. She closed her eyes and inclined her head, and my lips found hers. I was surprised with the passion and urgency in her kiss, and she threatened to crush me with the force of her embrace.
We kissed for several seconds, and then she pulled away. We looked at each other in awkward silence for a few moments. My mind was reeling. On one hand, I really enjoyed the kiss. On the other, how could I get involved with a thirteen year-old girl? Amy let me off the hook by turning and swimming out a little more. Not knowing what else to do, I followed her. We got to a point to where I could no longer touch the bottom, and I began to tread water. Amy was already doing the same, and paddled around to face me again. I could see the tears in her eyes again.
“Hey now, none of that.” I began. “Look, I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that…”
“It’s not that.” She replied, tearfully. “It’s not that at all. It’s just that…well, you are the nicest thing to happen to me…in a very long time. I know it won’t last. Nothing ever does for me…”
I suddenly realized how alone she must be. I paddled a little closer and held out my hand. She took it, and we floated on our backs towards the shore. When we reached the point where I could stand up again, I took her in my arms and held her close. Again, she threatened to crush me. We stood like that for what seemed like days. We slowly unlocked from each other, and started for shore. It was so natural for me to reach out my hand, and she took it.
We walked hand in hand, and plopped down in the sand next to each other. I put my arm around her, and she laid her head on my shoulder. She put a hand on my leg, and soon was running it up and down my thigh. I felt the familiar stirring in my shorts, and it wasn’t long before a tent was being raised. If Amy noticed, she didn’t let on. Pretty soon, I had a full-fledged hard-on, and she would have to be blind to have missed it. After a few minutes, her hand stopped its movement, and she jumped up.
“I’m hot. I’m going back in,” she said, stepping back into the cool lake water. I didn’t follow her, afraid to stand up.
“What’s the matter…are you coming or not?” she called, looking at me over her shoulder, a sly look in her eyes.
I couldn’t tell if she was making a play on words or not, but I couldn’t stand up, not with the boner I had. She began walking back towards me. Uh-oh.
“C’mon, lets swim.”
“Nah, I’m just going to sit here awhile.” I said meekly.
“What’s the matter, afraid you might scare me with that big boner of yours?”
My head jerked up, and I saw her grinning at me like the Cheshire cat. She had seen right through my bluff, and I fumbled for words.
“I didn’t want you to see…I mean…well, sorry, but I couldn’t help it…oh, shit…it’s really embarrassing…”
She started giggling. “You didn’t think I saw it already? Kinda ‘hard’ to miss, wasn’t it?” The amusement in her eyes died when she saw me blushing.
“Look, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” An awkward silence hung in the air over us. Amy glanced down at me, bit her lower lip, and stunned me with her next comment.
“Look, from what I can see down there, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll embarrass myself and we’ll call it even.”
She moved her hands behind her back, and the next thing I saw was a flash of pink fabric falling to the ground. I gawked at her, standing topless in front of me. I’d never seen a real girl naked before, and my eyes were riveted to her gorgeous small tits. Droplets of water beaded up on the tanned little globes. Her puffy little pink nipples seemed to harden under my gaze.
She winked at me. “What’s the matter? Never been skinny dipping?”
I hadn’t. I gulped, looking around at the trees, expecting someone to come bursting into the clearing.
“Me and my ex-best friend used to do it at her lake house all the time. It feels really good. Don’t worry, there’s no one else out here but us. My aunt told me that the folks that live on either side are out of town this week. Nobody will ever know...”
I was still gazing up at her firm little tits, my erection threatening to split my shorts wide open, but I was still afraid to move.
“Well, I guess some folks need more encouragement than others…” She hooked both her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottoms, and moved them down her hips, past her knees, finally stepping out of them altogether.
“Well, now what about you? You can’t possibly be embarrassed now.”
I was speechless. I drank in the sight of her nude body. Her pubic hair was just a splash of downy-looking fuzz barely visible between her thighs. My erection was throbbing, and I felt a little light-headed.
Amy just giggled at my obvious discomfort, and turned to walk down into the water. When the water was just deep enough to cover her breasts, she turned back towards me.
“Hey, you there…cute boy. C’mon!”
I took one last look around, and awkwardly stood up. My dick jutted out proudly inside my shorts like a flagpole.
“If you don’t take that thing out, it’s gonna hurt somebody! C’mon, let’s see the merchandise,” she called, egging me on. I looked around again. I just knew we’d get caught, and I’d go to jail or something.
“I’m not going to wait all day,” she said, walking back toward me, just enough that her breasts were exposed on top of the water. The sight of her standing there naked, with her tiny breasts floating on the top of the water was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I sighed, stood up, and slowly removed my swim trunks. A wolf whistle echoed across the water.
“Wow!” Amy exclaimed, as her eyes widened. “It’s bigger than I thought.” Actually, I was only about five inches, definitely not big compared to some other guys I knew. But hey, this girl thought I had a big dick, and it didn’t hurt my feelings a bit.
I waded in towards her, my cock not diminished in the least by the cool water. I watched her eyes, but they never left my groin. Once I reached her, she leaped at me, wrapping her arms and legs around me. She planted a kiss right on my lips, and soon our tongues were snaking around each other. My hardness pressed into the soft canyon between her ass cheeks, twitching ever so often as her pussy rested on top of my shaft.
“Is it always this hard?” she asked.
“Just when I get turned on.” I replied.
She took a deep breath. “John, I…I wanted to say…I mean…thanks again for making me feel so…you know…” she said in quiet voice.
“Uh…no problem. Thanks for making me feel so…horny.” I returned, evoking a giggle from her again.
“Boys!” she spat, but she followed it with a kiss on my cheek.
We frolicked around for a while after that, but I purposely tried to avoid any further sexual contact with Amy. Several times, her hand brushed against my erection, or my hands made fleeting contact with her breasts. While I stayed extremely turned on, I still didn’t know if she was ready for anything further. I figured she just had a crush on an older guy, and it would pass as soon as we got back home. As the sun started to retreat over the trees, Amy suggested we put back on our swimsuits, just in case her aunt came down the trail to find us. We continued to swim for a while, but much too soon, it was time to head back. We walked hand in hand all the way back up the path to the cabin.
“Well, I was beginning to wonder when you two would show up!” Mrs. Robinson said, grinning as we walked in. She had the cooler and the kid’s stuff on the table ready to go. She asked me to load it into the van, which I did. As I walked back into the cabin, I didn’t see Amy.
“She’s in the bedroom changing into her dry clothes. You can change in the bathroom if you want.” She pointed down the hall.
It suddenly dawned on me that I didn’t have my bag! I’d left it in mom’s backseat while I helped load the cooler in the van, and now I had nothing to change into!
“Uh…Mrs. Robinson, I’m really sorry, but I left my bag in mom’s car. I don’t have any dry clothes to change into.”
“Oh dear!” she exclaimed. “We can’t have you sitting on my leather seats in your wet swimsuit. Let me look around here for something. After a few moments, she came back.
“I’m afraid the only thing I have here is this beach towel. It’s pretty big, and if you wrap it around you real good, it should do until we get home.”
I grabbed the towel in frustration, and went into the bathroom to take off my swimsuit. With nothing but the towel wrapped around me, I walked back out into the den. Amy had finished changing back into her skimpy little shorts and the spaghetti-strap top. She smirked at me as I walked by her.
“Nice outfit,” she remarked, as my eyes shot daggers back at her.
We loaded the kids in the van, and I climbed into the back seat with Amy. We started home, the kids once again fascinated by the goofy dinosaur and his silly songs. As it got darker, Amy slid a little closer to me. I put my arm around her, and she laid her head on my shoulder. I stroked her hair, and she traced little patterns with her fingers on my chest. The towel suddenly developed a lump right above my crotch region, but I wasn’t sure if Amy noticed or not.
After a few more minutes, it was totally dark outside. Both kids were asleep, although the dinosaur kept on singing. I continued to stroke her hair, although now my hand wandered down the side of her neck, to her upper chest and the area where her developing cleavage started. She placed her other hand on mine, and guided further down to her breasts. I softly caressed her tits, feeling her little nipples harden under my touch. I felt her breathing become more rapid. She moved her hand from my chest, slowly making its’ way down my belly, and began to move her fingertips slowly up and down my thigh. Now MY breathing became a little more rapid. The lump in my lap was now a full-fledged tent.
Eventually, her hand reached the end of the towel, just below my knees. I held my breath as her hand moved slowly under the towel and up my thigh. Soon her fingertips brushed against my scrotum, and a jolt of electricity surged through me. Her hand retreated back down again, and for the next few agonizing moments, she continued to tease me in this manner. Finally, her fingertips brushed against my balls once again, and this time they stayed there. She gently tickled my balls for a few minutes, while my cock threatened to bore a hole through the towel. Amy sat up a little, and very discreetly undid the towel at my waist. She laid it open and my dick leaped upward. She took it gently in her fingertips and began to explore up and down its length. I let out a moan that only the two of us could hear, and she turned her head and kissed me on the neck. Drops of pre-cum oozed out of my slit, lubricating both her fingers and my cock. She wrapped her fingers fully around my now slippery shaft, and she began to stroke me.
I had been horny since I was twelve, but had never had any sexual contact with a girl, other than an awkward kiss here or there. My experience with sex had been confined to a jar of Vaseline and my right hand, and although that was usually two or three times a day, nothing had ever felt so fine as this. I’d had a hard-on most of the day during our skinny-dipping, and now the sensation of her hand on my cock, combined with her kisses on my chest and neck, had me hurtling towards the point of no return. It wasn’t going to be long. Soon the familiar aching feeling in my groin signaled an impending eruption. I hissed a warning to her.
“Amy, if you don’t stop…I’m gonna squirt all over the place!”
She snaked her tongue into my ear and continued to stroke me. Her fist was now gliding over my slick cock like a well-lubed piston. She moved her head and looked into my eyes. The reflection from the DVD glinted off her green eyes, and she leaned close and whispered in my ear.
“I don’t mind…I want to make it…squirt.” And she stifled a giggle.
That was all it took. My head lolled back as my dick began to throb. It twitched once and its head ballooned even larger in her fist. Suddenly, hot cum began to spurt from the tip of my dick. Rope after rope of pearly-white goo gushed out, arching upwards and splashing down on my belly. The intensity of the orgasm rocked me, and it was all I could do to bite my lip and keep from screaming. Semen continued to ooze out of my cockhead, dripping down her fingers. Amy giggled softly again, but continued to pump my cock unmercifully. I shuddered several times, and grabbed her head and pulled it close against my chest. After what seemed like an hour, my orgasm began to subside. My breathing slowly returned to normal. Amy never lost her grip, although now it was just to periodically squeeze my shaft in an evil attempt to tease me further, each time sending shivers throughout my body.
She turned to kiss me, continuing to let her cum-slick fingers lightly caress my deflating cock. After a few minuets, she took the edge of the towel and began to gently wipe the semen off my belly and cock. Then she wiped her cum-soaked hand onto the towel, and quickly rearranged it in case someone was to look in the back seat. We rode the rest of the way in silence, although it was a much different silence than the drive up.
Mrs. Robinson pulled into our subdivision. We reluctantly separated from each other. Amy gave me a last hug. I leaned over and whispered into her ear.
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
She smiled hopefully. “Not a thing. You?”
“Oh, my parents are gone for the day. Mom takes Ashley to daycare, so I don’t have to watch her. I guess I’ll be all alone all day…”
Her eyes danced. “Do you think I could come over?”
I didn’t have time to reply. Mom had come out, and leaned in to fetch Katie and her car seat. I gave Amy a wink and a smile, and climbed out of the van. I thanked Mrs. Robinson for taking us, and I closed the door. As they drove away, I saw Amy place her hand against the glass, a smile on her face.
I dreamed of Amy several times that night. Unlike the previous night, however, I had no problem sleeping this time. When morning came, I vaguely remember mom poking her head into my room to tell me goodbye, but I only mumbled something incoherent, pulled a pillow over my head, and went back to sleep.
I woke with a start, and looked over at the clock. 10:30. The alarm hadn’t gone off, and I was alone in the house. What had stirred me from my deep slumber? It took a few moments to realize that I smelled something. Something good. Eggs and bacon? Maybe mom decided not to go to work after all. I heard soft footsteps on the stairs, and saw the front edge of a tray gently pushing my bedroom door open. I stared at my intruder, completely dumbfounded.
Amy stood there, tray in hand, grinning from ear to ear. On the tray was a plate of over-fried bacon, slightly burned toast, and runny scrambled eggs. A glass of milk, napkin, and silverware sat to the side of the plate. I quickly sat up in bed.
“Wow,” was all I could muster.
She moved into my room, and sat down on the edge of my bed. She placed the tray on my lap, and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” she said.
I was still in a state of semi-shock, but managed to start forming intelligent thoughts. “Uh…thanks. How…how’d you get in?”
“I let myself in through the back porch. By the way, hiding a key under the plant isn’t exactly original.”
I chuckled softly. “Geez! This must have taken a while to fix. How long have you been here?”
“Oh, about an hour and a half. I came upstairs when I got here, and I just sat and watched you sleep for a long time. I wanted to lie down beside you and cuddle, but you looked so content, I didn’t want to wake you. So I decided that I would do something special for you.”
“Mmm hmm” I said, mouth full of toast. The proud smile she wore was enough to overcome the questionable quality of the cooking. After I washed a mouthful down with some milk, I asked the next obvious question. “What about your aunt? Does she know you’re over here?”
Amy shook her head. “She went to work. I pretended I wasn’t feeling well, and told her I just wanted to stay home. She didn’t want to leave Brittany with me, since I wasn’t feeling so good. So she arranged a sitter and left me her cell phone, just in case. She won’t be back until around 5:00 or so.”
“So were stuck with each other all day, huh?” I joked.
“Mmm hmm. All day. All alone. Can you handle that?” she said, grinning smugly.
I moved the now-empty tray off to the side, and leaned toward her. “Let me show you what I can handle, you little pervert…”
She giggled and jumped up. Playfully slapping my hand, she picked up the tray and set it out in the hallway. “I was hoping you left room for dessert.”
“Desert? You made dessert, too? Bring it on!” I said enthusiastically.
She walked to the foot of my bed. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that…” she said, grinning slyly. She crossed her arms in front of her, and in one slow motion, grasped the bottom edges of her tank top and pulled it over her head, revealing her perky little tits. I guess she’d forgotten to put a bra on this morning, and my cock began to harden at the sight. She smiled coyly, slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, sliding them down over her hips, revealing that she had apparently neglected to wear panties either. My mouth must have been open wide enough to park a car in. She stepped out of her shorts and flipped them over on top of her discarded tank top.
Kneeling on the foot of my bed, she began to slowly crawl up towards me. Her eyes met mine as she straddled my covered legs and sat down right on my crotch.
“Hmm, seems to be some kind of lump in your mattress,” she said with a gleam in her eyes. I cleared my throat and tried to say something intelligible, but no words came out. She lifted the covers and slid under them, sidling up to me. Her body was warm against mine. I felt her breasts pressing into my chest, and she draped one leg across me. My cock was standing at attention, trapped between her leg and my abdomen.
Well, feels like someone else finally decided to get up,” she said, tracing little circles on my chest with her fingers. I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close against me. She snuggled up next to me, laying her head on my shoulder. I could feel her breath on my neck. It was so intimate, and for a while, neither one of us wanted to move and break the spell.
“I dreamed about you all night long,” she said quietly.
“Yeah, I had a few about you, too.” I replied.
She smiled up at me. “Really?!”
I glanced down at her. “Are you kidding? Yesterday was my first…well…I never…I mean…with a girl…”
She grinned and put a finger to my lips. “Me too. I just want to say “thank you”. You made me feel so special, and I wanted to do the same for you.” She kissed me on the lips for a moment, then my cheek, then down my neck. She slowly worked her way down my chest and abdomen, planting little butterfly kisses that gave me goose pimples. She moved her leg off me, and my cock sprang to full attention, tenting the sheet that covered me.
Slowly she pulled the sheet down, exposing my raging erection. Her small fingers softly enveloped my manhood, and she began planting kisses around my hips and thighs. A small drop of pre-cum oozed from the head of my cock, lubricating her hand, and a soft moan escaped my lips. She looked up at me and smiled, then placed herself between my legs. Looking down at her, I watched as she tentatively moved her head to within inches of my dick. My breathing was becoming more rapid.
“You are SO hot,” she said, her eyes fixed on my cock.
“And YOU are so beautiful,” I returned, and saw the compliment light up her face.
I could see her mulling something over in her head. After a moment, she looked up at me from between my legs.
“I heard that boys like it when a girl sucks their…you know...your…”
I grinned at her awkwardness. “My cock?”
She blushed, and grinned back. “Yeah. Do you want me to…suck it for you?”
I’d never had a blowjob before, and had only fantasized about what it must be like. I weighed my raging desire against my feelings for Amy. When I spoke, it was in a somewhat unsteady voice.
“Amy…I’d never ask you to do something you didn’t want to do.”
She beamed up at me again. “You are so sweet!”
Her tongue snaked out and lightly touched the tip of my cock head, sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body. She became bolder, her tongue moving all around my glans, tickling the sensitive spot underneath. Another wave of shudders racked my body.
“Do you like that?” she asked quietly.
“Oh yeah…a lot!” I replied, between ragged breaths.
“If you want me to…I promise I won’t say ‘no’.” She said innocently.
With that, Amy engulfed my cock with her lips. She began to gently suck my dick, slowly bobbing her head up and down the length of my shaft. I gasped as waves of pleasure washed over me. She began to tickle my scrotum with one hand, lightly scraping her pink fingernails over my sensitive balls. I moaned in pleasure, and she took that as a sign of approval. She lightly grasped the base of my cock with her other hand, jacking me off while her lips continued their oral assault. I felt my balls tighten, and I knew that I couldn’t last long. My moans became louder and more frequent as I approached orgasm.
Amy paused at the top of my shaft, and with my dick head just inside her mouth, she began swirling her tongue on the underside of my knob. I began to see stars as I reached the point of no return.
“I…I can’t hold it…I’m gonna cum!” I gasped.
Her lips released their wet hold on my cock, as she continued to stroke me with her saliva-slickened hand.
“Let it go…I want to watch you squirt!”
I felt my cock swell. Amy moved her hand up my shaft and gently squeezed the head. Once, twice, my dick twitched, and cum began squirting all over me. A long, loud moan burst from my lips. Ropes of sticky white semen splattered all over my chest and neck, and one blast even hit me in the chin. Wave after wave of orgasm racked my body, and I screamed in pleasure. She continued to stroke me, as my powerful blasts became less powerful dribbles. Her hand was soon bathed in the same sticky fluid that covered my chest. Slowly, then slower still, she milked my manhood, until her hand stopped moving altogether. She stopped at my cock head, gently squeezing until every drop of semen had oozed from my dick. My heart was beating so violently that it threatened to explode from my chest. Amy grinned up at me, my deflated cock still in her hand.
“Wow, that was neat!” she gushed.
“Yeah…’neat’ I panted. “’Incredible’ is another word that comes to mind…or awesome, fantastic, totally hot…”
“OK, OK, I get the picture!” Giggling, she cut me off, still fondling my shrunken dick. She grabbed my t-shirt lying by the bed and began to swab the semen off my chest. When I was totally dried off, she sat up and looked at me sweetly.
“I’ve never seen a guy cum before. Last night, it was so dark I couldn’t see you, and…well, there never has been any other time.”
“Me neither…I mean, not with a girl or anything...”
“Something just came over me, I guess. I wanted to please you so much. It’s not anything like I thought it would be, though, it was so cool. My old boyfriend tried to get me to do it to him, but I just didn’t want to, at least not with him. I thought it would be so gross. It was totally different with you…”
“Well, I thought you were fabulous.”
She finally let go of my cock, and crawled back up and kissed me. Then, her face darkened just a little.
“I chickened out when you got ready to cum. I’m sorry. I’ve heard older girls talking about doing it, and I really wanted to…well, you know…swallow…it for you, but I couldn’t. I just wasn’t ready for that yet.”
“Amy, there is no need to ever apologize to me, ever. I’ve never felt like this before. And I’m not just talking about sex, either.” I ran a finger along her cheek. “I think…no, I KNOW…that I fell in love with you the moment we kissed at the lake.”
Tears welled up in her eyes and she grabbed me in a ferocious embrace. I felt the hot tears as they fell from her cheeks onto my chest.
“I was really afraid to come over this morning. I didn’t know how you’d feel today. After all that stuff with my parents happened, then my boyfriend and my best friend…well, nothing ever seems to work out for me…”
It was my turn to cut her off. “Hey, don’t talk like that. I think your great. Things are going to work out, I just know it.”
“Maybe, but not for us. I have to go back in a few weeks, and you…we…won’t be together anymore.”
I took her face and tilted it up. “Look, I can’t see into the future, ok? All I know that right here, and right now, we have each other. Let’s enjoy what we have right now. Don’t let our time together be sad, thinking about stupid stuff that we can’t control.”
She sniffed a few times, and looked up at me. There were still a few tears, but a smile appeared, and at that moment, she looked like an angel.
“You’re right, of course. Let’s make our time together something to remember!”
She turned and pounced on me. She slid her tanned, totally nude body up against mine, and we locked together in a passionate kiss. I felt a stirring in my loins, but I wasn’t ready for a repeat performance yet. Gently, I rolled over, placing Amy on her back. With one hand under her head, I let the other roam all over her torso. She closed her eyes and sighed.
“Mmm…that feels really nice…”
My fingers caressed her breasts, playing with her tiny nipples, feeling them harden under my touch. She began to breathe a little heavier. I moved my hand in ever widening circles, traveling from her neck to her lower abdomen, leaving no square inch of skin untouched. Unconsciously, Amy spread her legs a little. I increased my travels to lightly brush my fingertips through her downy pubic hair. She let out a sharp intake of breath. I lingered between her legs for a while, and soon she spread her legs even farther. I was in uncharted territory, but I guess I was doing it right, based on her reactions. I took a deep breath, and began my first attempt to sexually satisfy a woman. I nervously ran my middle finger along the crack of her virgin cunt, but I became bolder as I felt the moisture of her arousal begin to coat my finger.
She reached down and grabbed my hand, and for a brief, horrifying moment, I thought I’d gone too far. But grasping my hand in hers, she forced it down between her legs, and held it there. Again, I ran my middle finger along her pussy, and this time, it sank wetly between her cunt lips. I felt for, and found, the little bud of her clit at the top of her slit. I’d read in some porno magazine that women would come when it was massaged. I began to rub my finger across the tiny bump. She exhaled forcefully, and pushed my hand down harder. Soon, I was finger-fucking her sopping wet cunt, and she began to buck her hips wildly against my hand.
She reached up with her other hand, grabbing me around the neck, pulling my head down against her breasts. I flicked my tongue out and teased one of her nipples, then began to suck on it. Her pants turned into moans. Leaving my finger to wander around in her pussy, I slid down and began to shower her breasts and abdomen with kisses. She placed both hands on my head, and began to run her fingers through my hair.
I continued my travels downward, until I smelled the musky aroma of her cunt. Of course, I’d never gone down on a girl, but after what Amy had done for me earlier, nothing was going to stop me from returning the favor. I removed my fingers and buried my face between her legs. I sank my tongue into her pussy, and was rewarded with a louder moan. The taste wasn’t bad at all, and I breathed in the intoxicating smells of her sex.
I began to explore every nook and cranny of her womanhood with my tongue, and her moans increased in volume and intensity. Flicking my tongue back and forth across her clit, I reinserted my finger into her cunt and resumed finger-fucking her. She began to cry out loudly, and soon I felt her body stiffen. She stopped her breathing for a moment, but then exhaled explosively, and suddenly spasms began to rock her violently.
“Oh…ohh…oh, John….OHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSS!” she shrieked, grabbing my head and forcing my mouth onto her pussy. She continued to buck wildly, moaning at the top of her lungs. Her body continued to shudder, as her orgasm radiated waves of pleasure throughout her body.
Slowly, her orgasm began to subside, and her breathing returned to normal. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. I moved upward, until I was alongside her limp body, and pulled the sheet up over us. She turned and moved back into me, and we lay there, spoon fashion, as I snuggled close. My dick was hard as a rock again, and nestled between the cheeks of her ass.
“I love you, John.”
“I love you too.” A long period of silence followed, as we just enjoyed holding each other. Eventually, Amy broke the silence.
“If…if two people love each other…I mean, REALLY love each other, well… there can’t be there anything wrong with them…making love…to each other, can there?”
Now granted, I wanted to fuck her more than anything, but I was also a whole two years older than her, and figured I needed to be mature, or at least attempt to be, in such decisions.
“Amy, are you sure you’re ready for that? It’s a big step for a girl…well, a big step for both of us.”
“I wasn’t ready yesterday morning, or anytime ever before that, but I am now. I know I love you, and I want my first time to be with you. I know you care for me and would never hurt me.”
“What about…uh…I mean…I don’t want you to get…you know…” I began.
She grinned at me. “You mean you’re worried you might get me pregnant?”
I blushed. “It’s been known to happen. I don’t know if I’d be able to…you know…stop…when you ask me to.”
She kissed me again. “That’s why I love you.” She reached down beside the bed and pulled up her tiny handbag. “I wouldn’t dream of asking you to stop. In fact, I want you to…I want you inside me when you cum.” Reaching into the handbag, she pulled out a foil wrapped condom and winked at me.
I stared at her with a bemused grin. “Where in the world did you get that?”
“Oh, I nosed around in my aunt’s nightstand. She had a box full in the bottom drawer. She must be getting some action since her divorce. I don’t think she’ll miss these.”
“These?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
She gave me a sly look that made me instantly hard again. “I brought three of them...just in case I really like fucking you!”
I grabbed her and pulled her close. “I guess there’s only one way to find out…”
But truth be told, we were both still pretty worn out from our orgasms. We cuddled and kissed for a while relying on sheer teenage energy, but before I knew it, we’d both fallen asleep. It must have been an hour or so later when I woke up. My arm was wrapped around Amy’s shoulders, her head on my chest, her hair tickling my nose. I delighted in the sensation of Amy’s breath gently blowing across my chest as she slept. I lay there silently, not wanting to move for fear of waking her
After a while, I pulled her closer to me, and she began to stir. She looked up at me sleepily, and I marveled again at my deep feelings for her. I leaned down and kissed her, eliciting a satisfied moan from her lips. She giggled as I began peppering her with kisses all over her face, and she wrapped her hands around the back of my neck. I lingered around her mouth for a while, and soon our playful kisses turned into a passionate dance of lips and tongues. Both of us began to breathe heavier, and I moved a hand down and began fondling her breasts and nipples. She sighed heavily, and laid her head back, closing her eyes and obviously enjoying these new sensations.
My hands became bolder, and wandered all over her body. When I detoured down to her pubic area, I was rewarded with a parting of her legs. I teased her pussy with my middle finger, soon rewarded with a feeling of her wetness as she became aroused again. I sank my finger into her, and she started to buck her hips in rhythm with my hand. My cock began to swell, trapped between her leg and my torso. She bit her lower lip, and her breathing came in short pants. I continued to finger-fuck her for a few minutes, until she placed her hand on mine, willing it to stop.
“Please, John…that feels good…REALLY good, but…that’s not what I want. I want…I really want to have sex with you.”
“Amy, like I said…we don’t have to…and I don’t want to rush you or force you into something you’ll regret later.”
Amy’s eyes welled up, but she gave me her angelic smile. “I know you’d never force me. I also know that you care enough about me to worry about what’s best for me. That’s why I love you, John. That’s why I want you to…make love…to me. Right now.”
She pulled me forcefully on top of her, crushing my lips with hers. One of her hands snaked down between us and fondled my cock, which began to leak pre-cum instantly. I groaned as my organ began to betray me yet again as I attempted to make the right decision, and I became hard in a matter of seconds. Amy let out another playful giggle.
“Oh my! Am I supposed to put this big thing inside me? I don’t think it’ll fit!”, she purred, playfully nipping me on the neck. I was close to losing all self-control at this point, but when she spread her legs and wrapped them around me, I raised myself up and looked down at her.
“Amy, I want to…I mean I REALLY want to. If you don’t want this, please tell me now…because I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself if we go any further.”
She reached under her pillow, and one of the foil-wrapped condoms appeared in her hand. She tore the wrapper off and stared up into my eyes.
“I want it more than anything I’ve ever wanted before. Please fuck me, John.”
With that, she located my erection, and I watched in erotic fascination as she awkwardly rolled the condom over my swollen cock. My dick twitched when her hand touched it, and she giggled nervously. Once she had covered my erection, she looked up at me with her little-girl expression and took a deep breath.
I took a deeper breath, and eased my hips down between hers. I began to rub my dick slowly up and down her slit. The condom was pre-lubricated, but Amy’s own juices were flowing enough that it never would have mattered anyway. With hardly any pressure from me, my cock head slipped inside the entrance to her cunt. She moaned with desire, and spread her legs even wider. Slowly, I sank my shaft into her pussy, until I felt some resistance. With my last ounce of self-control, I questioned her with my eyes. She gave me a faraway smile.
“It’s ok, John…honest.”
With that, she reached around me. Grabbing my buttocks, she pulled me forcibly toward her. My hips fell forward, and I felt my cock impale her tight, wet cunt. Her eyes went wide for an instant, and then she screwed them closed. She sucked in her breath, and bit her lower lip. Horrified, I froze. For a long moment, neither of us moved. She opened her eyes again, and gave me a tearful grin. I had hurt her…hurt her badly. I felt terrible, but she read my thoughts and finally spoke.
“Oh, John…it feels so wonderful now. I can’t describe it. Make love to me, baby.”
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me into her cunt with all the force she could muster. She was so tight, I felt as though I would split her open. I was trying to be gentle and careful, but with the sensation of my cock inside her, I was rapidly losing that battle. My cock twitched again involuntarily.
“Ooooh!” she giggled. “I felt that! It was cool. How’d you do it?”
I just grinned and shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, it’s just natural, I guess. You just turn me on so much.”
She beamed another angelic smile towards me. Her pussy squeezed me like a wet velvet glove, and I began to respond. I slowly withdrew my dick until only the head was still inside her, and then buried my shaft back into her up to the hilt. She squealed with delight.
“Oh yeah…that feels so good. Fuck me, baby…don’t hold back.”
And I didn’t. I began to thrust in and out of her, my cock pistoning like a machine. Her breathing became labored, and she dug her heels into my ass. Soon, she began to moan, and I began to pump even faster. Her moans turned into a shriek, and I felt her pussy contract and begin to spasm around my dick. Her face and upper chest flushed red.
“Oh…oh, John…OH JOHN! OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” she squealed.
I paused momentarily to watch, fascinated by her reaction as she experienced another orgasm. Soon, however, as her cunt continued to convulse wetly around my shaft, I realized that I couldn’t hold back my own release for long. I began to pump her pussy again, and she urged me on.
“Go for it baby…cum for me…I want you to cum inside me!” she panted. I noticed how dirty she had begun to talk, and it really turned me on. My balls began to retract, and I felt that old familiar ache in my groin area. Pretty soon, I felt my cock swell and start to throb.
“Amy, I’m close…real close.” I said hoarsely.
“I know, I can feel it getting bigger,” she said lustfully. I buried myself deep into Amy’s cunt, and she moaned once more.
“Oh YES, baby…give it to me…fuck me!”
Suddenly, I couldn’t hold back any longer. A few more thrusts of my hips, and my cock twitched. I felt my knob swell inside her, and soon it began spewing semen. Her pussy walls contracted around me like a vice, and I came like I’d never cum before.
“Oh, AMY! I’m cumming! It feels so good!” I shouted.
She giggled. “I know, baby…I know…”
Spurt after spurt, I emptied my semen into the latex condom. I began to wonder how much one of those things would hold, and then had a sobering thought. What would happen if I came too much? Would it burst? What if she got pregnant? Too late, I realized that I didn’t know a damn thing about using a condom, or for that matter, anything about sex.
When my orgasm subsided, I slowly withdrew my still-swollen cock from Amy’s vagina. It made a wet, sucking sound as it slid out of her. To my horror, the condom was no longer wrapped around my dick. I glanced down and saw that the rubber ring was still outside her pussy lips.
Amy watched me, a look of pure lust on her face. She reached down between her spread legs, and carefully pulled the cum-filled condom out of her cunt. I breathed a sigh of relief. She dangled it in front of her face, mesmerized. It was full of my pearly-white cum. The outside was coated with her pussy juices, mixed with a small amount of blood. I looked down at her with concern, but she flashed me a reassuring smile.
“It’s ok, John. It only hurt for a second or two. I don’t have any regrets…honest, none at all. I’ll remember this day…and you, as long as I live.”
Then a wicked grin spread across her face, and she took one finger and dipped it inside, pulling it back out, slick with my cum. Slowly, she raised it to her lips, inserted it into her mouth, and closed her eyes. A moment later, she opened them again and looked at me with a smirk.
“Mmm…not too bad...a little salty, maybe. Next time, will you cum in my mouth? I think I’m ready to try it.”
I just looked at her in astonishment. I had a feeling that life with Amy might always be one surprise after another.
“Next time?” What do you think I am, some kind of sex machine?”
She grinned up at me. “What’s the matter? Can’t keep ‘up’ with me?” she giggled. “Am I too much woman for you?”
I grabbed her and pulled her close. “You’re just about perfect, that’s all. I never dreamed I would meet a girl that I wanted to please as much as you.”
She leaned over and kissed me. “Well, I never dreamed I would meet a boy that I wanted to please as much as you. Now, isn’t THAT what they call a coincidence?”
I kissed her back. “No, I think that’s what they call love.”
With that, we snuggled together and fell asleep again.
To the readers: Thank you for all of your kind comments regarding my stories. This was actually further than I intended the story to go originally, but it has been a great experience for me to put all of this down into words. Thank you again for your patience with me through this process!