Ah, the weekend! I stretched out my legs luxuriantly on the couch, knowing full well that I could never get away with it at home. Now that I was 18 and able to stay over at my brother’s place in the student ghetto, I savoured these weekends away – away from my parents’ over-bearing, ultra-conservative rule.
Todd and I had “survived” my parents’ dictatorship differently. He had always rebelled, and I think my parents allowed him to move out in order to avoid the inevitable confrontations that would have occurred. I, on the other hand, did not resist. I was obsessively studious, always came directly home after school and never dated. It was just easier that way – I didn’t have to confront either my parents’ disapproval or my debilitating shyness around girls.
I was determined to make the most of my brother’s haven. He was a pain sometimes, but he generally left me alone, knowing what I faced at home. I even had my own bedroom over here.
Actually, truth be known, there was another reason for me to be here this weekend – Bunny. True to his nature, my brother was dating a girl who was completely the opposite of someone my parents would have approved of. With long, wavy, raven black hair and an ample, curved, toned body, Bunny oozed sensuality. But what really distinguished her from my parents’ ideal was her gregarious, uninhibited, mischievous personality.
Bunny had me all twisted up inside. The way that she dressed and pranced about the house and the way that she touched and teased me made me feel all tingly and had me thinking improper thoughts. I haven’t taken so many cold showers in my life as since the two of them started dating. I probably should have just avoided her altogether, but I couldn’t help myself. It was like looking at my teacher’s cleavage in biology class. I know that it was an unforgivable sin, but I couldn’t stop doing it. Oh, I am such a weak, immoral person!
So, this weekend, my brother has an away game with his varsity basketball team, and he and Bunny are out partying tonight before he goes, and I’m just lying here on the couch, and eventually they’re going to come home, and in the morning, he’s going to leave, and… Bunny might stay on, and… and…
I’m just lying here on the couch. That’s all. There’s nothing wrong with that. I’m just lying here and watching TV. Gosh, I feel so jumpy inside. And my penis is getting really firm. Maybe I should take a cold shower right now. Or better yet, maybe I should actually turn the TV on. Be calm, be calm.
Suddenly, I heard giggling at the doorstep, and then three people jostled through the front door, laughing.
“Bunny!” Todd growled in the hall as another girl quietly closed the door behind them, “Keep the noise down. One of these days, my neighbour is going to complain.”
“Ohhh, poor baby,” Bunny replied, throwing her arms around my brother’s neck and giving him a big kiss on the lips, “Maybe I should go pay a visit on your neighbour and see what is making him so uptight. I’ve seen the way he looks at me. Maybe it’s something that I could… FIX.” Bunny reached down and grabbed my brother at the crotch.
“Bunny, bunny, bunny,” Todd yelped and danced out her grasp. “Don’t! The kid’s here.”
Bunny swivelled her head in my direction. “Timm-mmeee!” she cried, bounding across the room and onto my lap.
Bunny was dressed in something as perky as her attitude. She looked like she was wearing a school uniform, but if the girls in my class dressed like that, they would get kicked out of school. She was wearing a tight, white blouse that was tied high on her chest instead of buttoned. Underneath her tight, bare midriff, she wore a pleated, red plaid miniskirt that swung and bounced provocatively when she walked, and then underneath that, and below a surprising amount of bare thigh, she wore a pair of thin, white, thigh-high nylons. Her hair was tied with red ribbons off to the sides in a pair of flirty ponytails.
She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big, wet kiss. Her lips were soft and mushy. The smell of her sharp perfume and night’s worth of alcohol consumption filled my nostrils. She spun around on my lap and lay back on my reclined body – her head beside my cheek, her back against my chest, her bum against my… my… my stiffness.
Grabbing my hands, she pulled them onto her stomach so that I was hugging her in place. The buttery soft skin of her abdomen undulated under my fingertips as she breathed.
With flare, Bunny raised her arm over her head and wrapped it around the back of mine. “Shoolee,” she called to her friend in the affected accent of a faded movie actress. She pressed her cheek into mine. “Shoolee, come and meet my real boyfriend,” she said, “This is Timothy, my secret lover, my paramour.” Todd guffawed as he went into the kitchen to get drinks.
The girl at the door had long, fine, blonde hair and sharp, aristocratic features. She was subdued compared to Bunny – well, everybody is subdued compared to Bunny. But the quiet girl didn’t seem shy; she seemed, rather, to be poised and deliberate. I took it that she was Bunny’s age, but she seemed older in attitude, more refined and genteel.
She approached the couch. She was wearing an expensive, white cotton shirt that was tailored to hug her middle. The short tail of the shirt was left out over the waist of her tight blue jeans. The wide cuffs were unbuttoned and flipped up at the wrists, and the shirt was open in a vee down to a single, done-up button at her abdomen. Underneath the shirt, she had on a stretchy, black tube-top. Her bellybutton and flat stomach subtly peeked into view whenever she stretched her body in certain directions.
“Timothy,” Bunny said, “This is Shoolee, my exotic and submissive French au pair, who attends to my every whim.”
Returning to the living room, Todd laughed again. “Bunny, you’re too much.” He set beers down on the coffee table and then flopped into an armchair with one in his hand.
“Hi, Tim,” the blonde said, extending me her hand, “But it’s just Julie, and I’m just a classmate.”
I extended my hand, but Bunny beat me to it. She reached out, grabbed Julie by the arm and yanked her towards us. “Come say hello.”
Julie toppled onto us with a weighty flop, and Bunny pulled her in tightly. Julie struggled to get up but had difficulty gaining purchase. Their two bodies wriggled on top of my chest and groin. Her head fell between Bunny’s face and mine, and the soft, pale skin of her cheek brushed along my chin. She smelled flowery, powdery and delicate.
Finally, Julie pulled herself away from Bunny’s grappling. “Bunny!” she sighed with annoyance but not surprise. Shifting to the end of the couch, she lifted our legs and dropped onto the cushion underneath them. “Where do you get all your energy? I’m tired.”
“Well, then come lie down with us.”
“We can get all comfy and cuddle up together.” Bunny hugged my arms around her middle and shimmied her backside against me.
Bunny lifted a leg and angled her big toe under Julie’s arm. “Come snuggle.” As Bunny tickled with her toe, Julie jumped. “Don’t!” She grabbed Bunny’s leg and fixed it firmly back on her lap. “Bunny?” she whined, “I’m tired. Let’s just go to sleep.”
“But the night’s still young.” Bunny jumped up, grabbed the remote off the coffee table and dropped into Todd’s lap with her back to us. “There’s great stuff on the tube at this hour.” As Bunny flipped through the channels, Julie rested her head on her hand and propped her elbow on the back of the couch. She sighed exhaustedly.
Realizing my manners, I lurched upright and swung my legs onto the floor. “Oh no. Don’t,” Julie said, feebly attempting to stop me without success. “Well, thanks,” she said, accepting the gesture. Then she straightened her arm along the back cushion and rested her head on her shoulder.
Bunny hesitated on Baywatch, travelled two more channels ahead and then returned to the sun, sand and tight red bathing suits. “There! You see,” she crowed, “Quality! And you wanted to hit the sack.”
Julie looked from the TV to me and rolled her eyes. Then she dropped her head back onto her shoulder. “Ohhh, Bunny. I’m tired.”
Taking a swig of Todd’s beer, Bunny swung her arm around his neck and snuggled her face in towards his ear. I could barely hear them talking. “You like watching this, don’t you?” she said, as she began to nibble on his neck.
“Bunny, we shouldn’t have this on. The kid…” Todd’s warning was interrupted when Bunny found a sweet spot on his neck. “Ahhh!” he cried.
I turned my head away from them immediately, but watching the jiggling on the TV seemed no less arousing… I mean, no less shameful. I was getting very hard.
“Bunny, don’t,” Todd tried to assert his authority, but Bunny’s nibbling turned into smooching.
Julie had enough and shifted towards me on the couch. At the junction of our two cushions, she stretched out on her side and rested her head on my lap. “When you two are through, wake me up,” she announced, brushing her fingers back through the soft, fine hair that had fallen across her face. I was a bit shocked to have her head suddenly in my lap, and I pushed back in my seat.
The tussling couple in the chair ignored her, and Bunny’s kisses became wetter and louder.
Julie’s head rested lightly on top of my leg and faced out towards the room. I could feel her cheekbone and ear on my thigh. My balls began to tingle as if her head had set off a proximity alarm, and my hard-on strained against the confining fabric of my pants.
“Bunny, stop it,” Todd whispered, “It tickles.”
“You’re talking too much,” Bunny retorted and moved her kissing to his mouth.
Julie shimmied her head to find a comfortable position and then scooched her body further up the couch. She laid her head back in my lap, nestling her face between my thighs and burrowing her cheek between my legs. My eyes widened as I assessed her nearness to my groin.
Still not settled, she snuggled her head back towards me until her ear nuzzled into my… my… my balls. Oh my! I gulped for air.
“Tim?” Julie said sleepily.
“Yes?” My throat was dry.
She felt blindly for my hand and then pulled it over her shoulder. Through her crisp, white shirt, I felt her shoulder yield to my light grasp. “Don’t let me fall,” she said.
“Ma’am?” Julie mumbled quizzically but was soon breathing in a sleepy rhythm.
Whatever Bunny was doing with Todd was shielded by her body. Her arm was lunging at his lap and being parried by Todd. “Don’t, Bunny! Don’t!” he said anxiously, “Not here!”
Finally, Bunny gave up in exasperation. “Geeeez!” she exclaimed. “Okay. Fair warning,” she said, “I will give you to ‘three’ to get to the bedroom. After that, I’ll do you wherever I tackle you. Got it?”
“Yeah,” Todd answered.
“Okay. Ready? ONE…”
“Get up. Get up.”
Bunny got off Todd’s lap but leaned against his chest from in front of the chair. “TWO…”
Todd burst out of the chair and hustled out of the room. Bunny chased immediately in behind and, from the hallway, yelled “THREE.” There was a clunking sound of body parts hitting the floor.
“Hey! No fair!” Todd cried. “Hey, no! Not my pants! Stop!”
“You whiner!” Bunny said, “All right. Do you want to move to the bedroom?”
“What? That’s not part of the… Hey! Don’t tickle!”
“Yes. Stop! Yes, all right! STOP! Hand-cuffs! Hand-cuffs!”
“Mmmmm. Okay, you go in and get ready. I’ll go say good night.”
In my lap, Julie remained oblivious to the commotion, breathing in a wispy rhythm.
Bunny returned to the living room, retying her top and straightening her hair. “I have to say good night, lover.” She stopped in front of the couch and looked down at the two of us. “You two make a cute couple.” I blushed.
Bunny leaned over my ear and whispered, “Are you going to be a good boy tonight, Timothy?”
“Yes!” I replied indignantly.
She kissed my forehead and asked, “Why?” Then she shot me a wry smile.
She shifted to sit on her haunches in front of Julie’s sleeping form. Very carefully, she undid the button that was holding Julie’s shirt closed and draped the end of the shirt over her side. Her tube-top covered breasts extended out past the edge of the couch. Then Bunny grabbed my hand off of Julie’s shoulder and carefully pressed it onto her upper breast. As she squeezed my hand, my fingers sunk into the soft, conforming mound.
I zipped my hand away in shock. Luckily, Julie remained asleep.
Bunny giggled. “You are such a sweetie, Timothy,” she cooed and then leaned towards my lips. Her mouth enveloped mine, sucking my lips into her teeth. Her lips were wet and soft and forceful. Then, her tongue pushed between my lips, flicked against my top front teeth and slithered back.
Bunny pulled her head back and stared into my eyes. “I have to go take care of your brother now. You can make out with Julie when I’m gone.” She combed her fingers through my hair and then hustled out of the room. In the hallway, she yelled towards the bedroom, “Are you locked up?”
“Yes,” Todd replied in the distance.
“By the way, you forgot to say ‘no tickling’.”
“What?! Hey!! No!” Then the door slammed shut. The racket continued in the bedroom, but the noise was muffled by the closed door.
I glanced down at the sleeping figure in my lap. I wondered if I should wake her but decided against it. She looked so restful. Her blonde hair and pale skin gave her the semblance of purity and peacefulness. She was like a marble statue – stoic and sublime, but also soft and beautiful.
Then I looked over at her breast. The stretchy black spandex clung to the breast’s curve and hinted at where her nipple was located. I was ashamed that I had violated it earlier, but my remorse soon gave way to the memory of its fullness and softness. I suddenly had an evil thought. If she’s sleeping, is it really so bad to touch her? She would never know, would she? How often would I get this kind of a chance again?
I moved my hand over her chest and listened intently to her breathing. It was soft and rhythmic; she was fast asleep. I lowered my hand. It was just above the material. Was this wrong? What if she woke up? I would just squeeze it once and then never do it again.
Suddenly, she stirred. She shifted her upper body first and then rotated her entire body over onto her other side. Settling back into my lap, she laid her head on top of my sac. Her face was turned towards my groin, and her lips rested on my… on my… on my fly. With another little budge of her head, she pressed her mouth inadvertently onto the base of my cock and then settled back a mere inch away.
I panted excitedly and stared down in disbelief. My groin glowed with a warm buzz.
“Tim?” Julie said, keeping her eyes closed.
“Yes?” I choked.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing?” I suddenly felt guilty. Had she seen me trying to touch her?
“Where are Bunny and Todd?”
“They… they went to bed.”
“Mmmm,” she murmured, “Then what are you doing?”
“Nothing.” I couldn’t tell her that I had been ogling her and about to fondle her. “I… I… uh… didn’t want to wake you up?”
She turned onto her back and gazed up at me softly. She looked so beautiful lying there in my lap. “Ahhh,” she cooed, reaching up and brushing a hand across my cheek. “Bunny said that you were a real sweetheart. You go to bed now. I’ll be okay out here.”
“Maybe… um… maybe you should take my bed,” I offered.
She sat up and wrapped an arm around my neck. Her face was uncomfortably close to mine, and I had to shift my eyes away from her gaze. “Are you asking me to sleep with you, Tim?” she asked accusingly.
I swallowed hard. “NO! No, I… I just meant that I could sleep out here instead of you. I didn’t… I mean I…”
Julie broke out laughing. “Relax, Tim. I’m just playing with you. I know that you’re a gentleman.” She leaned in and gave me a sweet little peck on the lips. “I just don’t want to move right now. Could you cover me up?” Then she scrunched down on the couch and curled up on her side.
I leapt to my duties. I slid a little throw cushion under her head and then hustled to the end of the couch for the crocheted afghan. Fluffing it out, I draped it over her body and then tucked the ends under her toes, around her sides and under her chin.
Julie let out a little giggle as I swaddled her. She rolled over and looked up at me from her open-weaved cocoon. “Thanks, daddy,” she said in a little voice that made my knees go weak. I coughed.
“Do you need anything else?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
“A kiss good night.”
A shiver went through my body. I kneeled down beside the couch unsteadily. Bending over her face, I looked into her tender, innocent eyes. My mouth and lips went dry. I leaned in and kissed her mouth, barely, with quivering lips. Then I stood up immediately and rushed to switch off the lights and leave the room. “Good night,” I called out over my shoulder. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was having trouble getting air.
Before I could get out the door, I heard Julie call to me calmly from the couch, “Tim?”
I stopped and turned back. The room was now dark and shadowy. “Yes?”
“That wasn’t a very good kiss.”
“No?” I quavered.
“No. I think I need a better one.”
“Okay.” I swallowed and picked my way back to the couch in the dark.
Kneeling beside her, I stared down at her dark shape. Approximating the location of her mouth, I gathered my courage and leaned in again. This time, my lips hit the corner of her mouth, and I had to slide them over her mouth. My lips skittered awkwardly on her lips as I adjusted.
When I was more centered, I did my best to give her a better kiss. Her soft lips yielded to my press and squished against my mouth. It was heavenly, and I almost forgot to stop, but eventually I raised my head. I looked down vainly into the gloom to distinguish her reaction.
“Tim?” she said softly. I could feel her breath against my chin.
“Do I make you nervous?”
She giggled. “Thanks for taking care of me. Go to bed now.”
I got up unsteadily and hobbled to my bedroom, my erection pinned distressingly at a painful angle in my pants. When I entered my room, I fell back against the closed door and panted, ripping open my pants to free myself. What the heck was I doing?!! I’m going straight to hell.
*** Going to Bed ***
I paced for a while, considered taking a cold shower and then did some push-ups and sit-ups. Eventually, my erection subsided, but my thoughts didn’t. It was hard enough to be a good person with Bunny around, but I was getting used to her off-the-wall antics. This Julie was different. She was so tender and virtuous and genuine that it shook me up. I didn’t know how to react to her. There was something real about her.
I decided that I would just calm down, and then I would turn out my light, and then I would go to sleep. Simple.
I got changed into pyjamas and climbed into bed. Both my room and bed were a lot smaller than back home, but I treasured them more because they represented my newfound independence. In fact, I kept all my best stuff over here. In any case, although I generally didn’t complain about their size limitations, tonight, they were definitely too small. I couldn’t sleep. The room closed in on me, and the bed provided little surface to my tossing and turning.
Okay! It’s time to get serious. I lay on my back and cast my arms out to prevent myself from moving. I closed my eyes and thought about… about… about nothing. No, I would have to visualize something. Blackness. I would think about blackness. I would lose myself in blackness and slowly calm my thoughts. Blackness. Black cloth. Black spandex. The curve of black spandex as it conforms over a softly yielding breast that beckons for my hand to compress its… Aaarrrghh!!
Now, I had a hard-on again. Don’t move. It will go down. The blood will settle, and it will go flaccid. Just don’t move. The penis will slowly go soft and flop onto my abdomen. The thin cotton of my pyjama bottoms will relax as it deflates. The material will cover its descent. The rough material will stop rubbing on its head. The tight material will stop stretching against its push. Stop rubbing against its thrust. Stop rubbing and rubbing and rubbing and… Aaarrrghh!!
Maybe I should just turn out the light and surrender to the darkness. I reached over to the lamp on the side table when, all of a sudden, the doorknob turned. I froze. The door opened a crack, and a pair of eyes peered through from the other side. “Tim? Can I come in?” It was Julie.
“Yes, of course.” My arm was still extended towards the lamp, and so I retrieved it.
Julie slipped through the door and closed it quietly behind her. She had taken off her shirt and held it in her hand. “I saw your light on,” she explained. “Can I borrow a T-shirt to sleep in?”
She threw the shirt onto a chair by the closet and looked around the room. Her tube-top, unprotected by the dignity of the white shirt, stuck shamelessly out in front of her, daring me to ogle it. I tried to look away and instead followed her gaze. She peered around the room. “A guy’s room,” she observed.
Walking over to the bureau, she picked up a picture of a young me in a sailor suit. She turned to me and pursed her lips. “Ohhh, he’s sooo cute.” I reddened.
She placed that picture back and picked up one of me with my basketball team. She turned back around. “I didn’t know you played varsity.”
“I don’t. It’s just my intramural team.”
She shrugged her shoulders and put it back. Then she undid the button and fly of her jeans. With what looked like a lot of effort but didn’t seem to faze her, she peeled the jeans off and casually threw them over at her shirt. I was agog. Underneath she had on a pair of black thong underwear with delicate lace trimming. The thong framed her perky little butt cheeks, which cupped precociously out behind her. I knew that I should turn away, but I was fixed in my stare.
“Tim?” she asked, scanning the top of the bureau, “Where’s your girlfriend’s picture?”
“I… uh… I…”
“Hmmm?” she looked innocently over her shoulder and caught me staring at her bum, my mouth agape. “Ti-i-im?”
I snapped my eyes up and blushed. “I… uh… don’t,” I explained, “I don’t…”
She giggled. Turning towards me, she cocked her arm on her hip. “You don’t what? You don’t have space for all your girlfriends’ pictures?” Below her teasing gaze, below her proud breasts, below her flat stomach, a tiny black triangle of thin cloth barely covered her special area. I wanted so much to stare down there, but she was looking right at me, and so I just flicked my eyes to it fleetingly. Underneath the sheets, my hard-on pushed vigorously up against my pyjama bottoms.
“No, I… I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Really? You broke up with her?”
“No, I never… It’s… um… I’ve just never… you know… had one.”
She pursed her lips and spun back to the bureau. “Well, I don’t believe that, so I guess it’s your little secret. T-shirt?” She opened the top drawer.
“No, the next one,” I said quickly, knowing what she’d find in that drawer.
“Hmmmmm,” she mused. Then she picked up an old pair of white shorts that were full of holes. She poked a couple of fingers through a pair of holes and held them up for me to see. “Why do guys do this?” Then she dropped them back and, scanning the drawer, suddenly lunged for another pair. “Oh! I love these!” She held up a pair of black silk boxers that I had bought once to embrace my attaining adulthood but never had the guts to actually wear.
She spun around and danced them in the air. The light material floated flimsily from side to side. “I want to see you try these on. They’re so chic.” She scrunched up her nose. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was speechless. She couldn’t mean that. I would be so embarrassed to wear those in front of her, and with my current state of arousal, my hard-on would be so obvious to see. She turned back around and dropped them into the drawer.
“Oh my goodness!” she cried and picked up a tiny pair of leopard-skin bikini briefs that Bunny had bought for me once as a joke. “Now these, you’re definitely going to try on.” I must have been completely red. It felt like heat was rising off my face, and my heart had pushed up into my throat. She held their waistband by her thumbs and stretched them across her lap. “I think they’re smaller than mine. What do you think?” She looked up at me. “You tiger!”
She replaced them, closed the drawer and opened the next one down. Pawing through my shirts, she finally grabbed one and held it up. It was my sleeveless, mesh basketball jersey. “This one looks comfortable. Do you mind?”
What was she doing? That top was totally inappropriate. Her body would be sticking out all over the place. I should warn her. “Um… sure…” What a chicken I was.
She closed the drawer and walked over to the chair by the closet with her back to me. She wasn’t going to change in here, was she?? Dropping the jersey by her feet, she grabbed the bottom hem of her top. She was going to do it! All at once, she snapped the top up over her head and tossed it onto her clothes pile. My eyes travelled over the smooth, flawless skin of her back. “So, Tim, why don’t you want to tell me about your girlfriend?” she asked, “Are you shy?”
She bent down for the jersey. To my complete astonishment, the heavy outline of one of her breasts swayed away from her body under her outstretched arm as she reached for the top. The outline perfectly curved into a plump cone, except for a little nubbin that stuck out at its bottom. She righted herself and drew the jersey over her head, but the image of her breast swaying below her chest was fixed in my mind.
“Tim?” I snapped back to reality. She was arranging the top over her hips. Just as I thought, it was not a good fit. The straps ended way down her body, leaving huge unprotected gaps on her front and sides, and the bottom hem reached down to her knees, making it look more like a dress than a top.
“Uh… I just have never had a girlfriend.”
She turned towards me. “But you like girls, don’t you?” The pink outline of her curvy body showed through the holes in the mesh, and the bottom of the jersey’s straps balanced precariously on the ends of her breasts. If she were to turn too quickly, then both breasts would easily pop out through the gaps on either side of them.
“Yes!” I replied, a little indignantly.
She giggled. “I thought you did.” Then, she bent forward and reached under the top for the waistband of her thong. The front of the jersey flopped open, and inside, her two beautiful, soft, full, pale breasts swung down and lolled under her chest. “And how old are you?”
She righted herself, but I was still mesmerized. “Huh?” I continued to stare where her breasts had been.
She aimed the waistband of her thong out in front of her with an extended thumb and drew back on the elastic with her other hand. “Hey!! Wake up!” Then with a light snap, the thong flew through the air and smacked into my face. I startled.
“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry,” she cried, flitting over to my side, “I didn’t mean to let it go.”
The little thong hung off my nose, as I looked up at Julie in shock. She laughed as she sat down beside me and whisked the panties off my face. A light tangy smell hovered in the air after she had retrieved them. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I answered, still a little dazed.
She continued to laugh and took some time to compose herself. “So?” she asked finally, leaning over my legs on her arm. “How old are you?”
“Eighteen.” She needed to be careful where she leaned. My erection was pushing up against the sheet, and her arm was traversing around recklessly.
“Eighteen, cute and never been touched?” She squinched one eye closed sceptically. “I don’t buy it.” Then she looked at my top. “Hey! Jammies! I just noticed that you’ve got your jim-jams on.” She grabbed onto the sheets and flung them down my body. At the last moment, I grabbed the covers onto my lap and prevented my erection from jumping into view.
“I haven’t seen pyjamas on a guy for years. They’re so cute.” She grabbed onto the sheets to give them another fling. “Are they the kind with a drawstring or a button?” She yanked, but I held them firm. “Button!” I declared sharply.
She grinned. “Let’s see,” she teased, pulling on the sheets again, but I clenched them in my fists. She pouted. “Is there something down there you don’t want me to see?”
She moved her hands to the top button of my pyjama top and fiddled with it.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I said nervously.
The button came undone, and her hands slid slowly down to the next button. “Taking your jammies off?” she said matter-of-factly.
The second button came undone, and her hands went to the next one. “Well,” she purred and looked at me seductively through the tops of her eyes, “Aren’t you hot?”
“A bit.” I swallowed. “Ummm. D-d-do you think this is a good idea?”
The third button came undone, and her hands moved to the last one. She pursed her lips and tilted her head but then broke into a giggle. “Oh, just relax, Tim. I’m just taking your top off so you don’t sweat to death.” After she released the last button, she splayed her fingers and slid her hands up my front, pushing my top apart as it went. “Mmmm, smooooth.” Then she suddenly dropped her hands into my lap and grabbed the button on my bottoms, blurting out, “Unless you want these off too.”
I jerked my body away from her grasp, and she recoiled in laughter. That was a close call.
“Here, Tim,” she said, standing up, “Give me your top.” I sat up, slipped it off and handed to her. She placed it on top of her clothes and returned to sit beside me again.
“So are you going to model your underwear for me now?” she asked.
“NO!” I replied, “I mean… uh… maybe now is not a good time. I…”
She laughed. “Relax, Tim, I’m just kidding,” she said comfortingly and then shifted a little closer to me. “But I do have something serious to ask you.”
“Do you know how uncomfortable that couch is?”
She leaned forward. “Tim?”
She shifted again and almost smacked into my face. “Tim?”
Our noses were almost touching. “Can I sleep in here tonight?”
I swallowed, and a jolt went through my groin. She didn’t just ask what I thought she asked. She must mean that she wants to swap places, but that was almost as embarrassing. How was I going to get out of bed and move into the living room without her seeing my hard-on? “Su-u-ure.”
“Thank you, sweetie.” She kissed my cheek and then stood up. It looked like she was going to walk around the bed and get in the other side. If I was going to leave discreetly, this would be my chance. As she had her back turned, I would be able to sneak out. She padded down to the end of the bed, and I flipped back the sheets and crossed the floor.
She stopped and turned to me. “Where are you going?”
I was halfway to the door when I halted. Carefully keeping my back to her, I replied, “To the couch.”
“No, sweetie. I thought you understood. The couch is too uncomfortable for you too. I’m just going to sleep here beside you.” She walked up behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders. “What’s wrong? Don’t you trust me?”
“Sure I do.” Now that she was standing so close to me, I lowered my hand to cover my bulge.
She led me back to the side of the bed, where I stood with my hands cupped in front of me. She draped her arms around my neck and gazed accusingly into my eyes. “Or maybe you don’t trust yourself?” She furrowed her brow. “Are you planning to take advantage of me tonight?”
“No, of course not!”
She giggled. “I know; I trust you. Now get into bed and turn off the light.”
She continued back on her journey around the bed, her breasts flopping recklessly under the jersey, while I slipped carefully back under the sheets and turned off the lamp. I made sure that I was more than on my half of the bed and lay stiffly on my back. I wouldn’t move all night, and that way, there wouldn’t be any inappropriate touching. She would see what a gentleman I could be.
Julie slid in beside me and jostled around, trying to get comfortable. Perhaps, she would regret her choice. My bed may be called a ‘double’, but it’s not really built for two people. Finally, she turned on her side towards me and slid her arm partly under my pillow.
I thought she had settled, when all of a sudden, her face moved over top of me. In the dim light, I could see her eyes staring down at me. “Tim?”
“I think it might be my turn to give you a good-night kiss. What do you think?”
“Are you sure you want a kiss?” She giggled. “I don’t want to do anything to you that you don’t want me to do.”
“Do you want tongue or not?”
“Just kidding. Close your eyes.”
I did as she asked, and two little wet pillows descended onto my lips. They mushed around, lifted up slightly and then grabbed onto my pucker and sucked. When she lifted her mouth off again, she placed a hand on my cheek and tilted my head towards her. I felt her foot lift over top of my leg and trace along my instep. Then she kissed me again. It was a long, wet kiss. Her lips dragged and toyed with my lips. I could hear her breathe roughly through her nose, while I simply held onto my breath in shock. Finally, a little smucking sound announced the end of it. She lifted her head but kept her hand on my cheek briefly before removing it. Then she settled back onto her side. I stared up at the ceiling, my heart going a mile a minute.
There was silence in the room, but it didn’t last long. “Tim?”
“Say my name.”
“I like that… Tim?”
“Yes?” There was silence. “Yes, Julie?”
“If I crowd you, just wake me up. Okay?”
There was silence. Then, she jerked her body towards me. Obviously, she wanted more room. I thought that I could feel her body touching mine and was embarrassed. I shifted away, laid my arms along my side and stiffened myself. As soon as I settled, she scrunched in close again. This was not going to be an easy night. I shifted away again but found myself at the edge of the bed. Hopefully, that would be enough room for her.
She scrunched again, and in reaction, I almost launched myself off the bed. She broke out laughing and grabbed me around the waist to keep me from going over. “Come on back,” she chuckled and shifted back on the bed, dragging me with her. Once we were in the centre again, she leaned into me and gave me a big smooch. “You are such a cutie. You don’t really mind if I sleep close to you, do you?”
“No. I just thought you wanted more room.”
“Unh unh. I want to cuddle,” she purred. She snaked one arm under my pillow and lay the other arm on top of my chest. Then she snuggled into my side. “You don’t mind cuddling, do you?” she whispered.
“No,” I spoke softly.
“Mmmm. Good,” she murmured and snuggled even closer. Her mouth was near my ear, and I felt her breath blow against my neck. It was warm and moist. “Good night, sweetie.”
“Good night… Julie.”
The room became still again… except for her breathing. It became rhythmic. A light surf that lapped against the shoreline of my neck. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation. Puff… and puff… and puff… and soon I drifted off to sleep on the undulations of her gentle, respiring tide.
*** Lying Awake ***
It must have been the light from the rising moon that woke me. My bedroom curtains don’t close very tightly, and when the moon is full, it can get pretty bright in the room.
I found myself on my side, facing Julie, who was lying on her back. My arm was laying across her stomach, and when I realized that I was touching her, I yanked it back quickly.
Julie’s face was turned partly towards me on the pillow. With the moonlight casting a glow on her face, she looked even more beautiful than before and a warm feeling swelled in my chest. My eyes followed the line of her nose down to her mouth. It was a relatively thin mouth, but I remembered how it felt pressing and sucking on my lips. I closed my eyes and touched a finger to my lips to relive it.
I opened my eyes again and returned to my visual tour. Below her lips, her sharp chin had the hint of a cleft. I gazed down her slender neck, down onto her shoulders, down onto her… her… Oh my goodness! Her breast that was closest to me had fallen out of the jersey and was slumped to the side.
What should I do? What should I do?… I shouldn’t look. No! If she wakes up, she’ll be embarrassed. I should stuff it back in. That’s it!
I reached forward. No! I can’t touch it! I drew my hand back. Think, think, think,…
As I pondered what to do, I looked down at it. It seemed so helpless and innocent. It was like a baby that had rolled out from under its blanket. It was almost beckoning to me for help. It needed my attention, my comforting.
I reached forward again. With a fingertip, I traced gently along the curve of its underside. The skin was soft and yielding. A thrill went through my body. I looked up to see if she noticed, but her face didn’t change.
I cupped my hand underneath her soft mound to lift it gently back into her jersey. Its jelly-like mass rested in my palm, and I prepared to heft it gently inside her top.
I gazed admiringly at the breast in my hand. Near my thumb, her nipple stood out as an irregularly shaped nub. I was a little surprised not to see an aureole under it. I had sneaked a peek at the diagram of a breast in a biology text once and had memorized every aspect of the picture. I thought that all women had aureoles, but it appeared that Julie didn’t.
Gently, I placed my thumb on the tip of her nipple and carefully moved it from side to side, but no aureole appeared. Then… Oh no! Oh no!… What have I done? Then, the nipple suddenly went completely stiff. Oh my goodness!
Should I do something? I pinched the nipple lightly between my thumb and finger and rubbed it soothingly… Oh no! It got even stiffer and now looked red and sore… Then she exhaled!
I shouldn’t have touched it in the first place! I had to do something. Was she in pain? The nipple looked really hard.
I moved my mouth down to it and gave it a little kiss. Then I moistened my lips and slipped them wetly over it. She moaned, and I think it sounded pleasurable.
I couldn’t think of what else to do, so I stuck out my tongue and licked it. “Ohhh…,” she moaned under her breath. I think that was good. I concentrated on licking. It seemed like the soft, healing thing to do. I licked and licked. The nub danced on the end of my tongue. My saliva ran down my tongue and soaked it. I licked some more, but it wasn’t going down.
Julie’s moaning grew louder, and I could now hear her breathing. Her upper body writhed slowly with my attention, and then her hand felt for the back of my head and pressed my face into her breast. Her soft skin mushed around the outside of my mouth, as I fought to keep the licking going.
Suddenly, she inhaled sharply. “Wh-what are you doing?” she breathed groggily.
I froze. Then I lifted my head enough to look up at her face. Her eyelids were batting, and she seemed unfocused. “Your breast fell out,” I whispered, “And when I looked at the nipple…”
She bolted into a sitting position. “It’s hot!” she exhaled, and in a single movement, she pulled off her jersey and threw it onto the floor. Then she dropped onto her side facing away from me and closed her eyes.
I held my breath and watched her for a moment. Her breathing became rhythmical again. That had been a close call. I should never have touched. I should never have touched her.
I lay on my side facing her but, this time, kept my distance. My eyes travelled down her soft, curvy back and onto the fullness of her round bottom. Her ass cleavage looked dark against the pale skin of her cheeks.
Suddenly, she flopped onto her back and looked at me through barely open eyes. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” she asked in some exasperation.
“I… I… I’m not tired,” was all I could think to say.
She raised her hand to my face and half-heartedly petted my cheek. “I am,” she exhaled. Then she grabbed my hand and rolled back onto her side, dragging my arm over her and tucking my hand under her resting cheek. “Go to sleep, Tim,” she said, barely, before lapsing back into unconsciousness.
I was now completely embracing her, and I felt like time was standing still. I tried to pull back a bit yo give her some room, but I couldn’t gain an inch, not that I was complaining. As I took stock, I got a wonderfully queasy feeling in my gut. My bare chest was squished against the suppleness of her back, and my erection in my pyjama bottoms was pressed against the softness of her ass cheek. I breathed in her essence.
After a while, she loosened her grip, and I slid my hand down from her face, but I kept my arm around her. My penis was beginning to throb, and so I moved it off her cheek. It unintentionally slipped into her cleft and felt good there. In fact, as I readjusted myself, my erection rubbed along the cleft and felt really good, so much so that I rubbed along it again and again. It made my balls tingle.
I guessed that I wasn’t discreet enough because, after some more rubbing, Julie flopped onto her back and took away my access to her cleavage. Unfortunately, my penis was still really throbbing and my balls were aching. I scrutinized her face but couldn’t detect any signs of alertness.
I rested on my side and gazed at her upturned body. Her breasts mounded on her chest and silhouetted against the moonlight. I reached up and traced my fingers lightly down her chest between her breasts to her stomach. Aaarrghhh! I shouldn’t be doing that.
I lifted my arm over her body and lay along her side. I should just go to sleep like this… despite the fact that my cock was still throbbing. As I scrunched up closer to her, I inadvertently pushed my erection into the soft skin of her hip. I shouldn’t do it again. Oops! All right, no more. Oops! I have to control…
All of a sudden, she grabbed my arm at the wrist and flipped me onto my back. “You’re really being a pill, you know!” Oh my goodness! Had she been awake all along?
“I’m… I’m… I’m sorry,” I stuttered.
She shifted around purposefully on the bed, forced her arm under my back and threw the sheets off my body. “Shhh…,” she interrupted me, plopping her head onto my chest and facing my feet. My hard-on poked up and turned my pyjama bottoms into a pyramid at my lap. Reaching down, she worried the button on my waistband until my bottoms popped open.
“Wh-wh-what are you doing?” I asked, craning my head furtively to look down at her manipulations.
“Shush!” She pulled alternately on the sides of my bottoms until they slid down to mid-thigh. “I’m disarming you so I can get some sleep tonight.”
“Disarming me. What do you mean?”
Julie didn’t answer. Instead, she laid her hand along my hard-on and gently curled her fingers around it. Softly, she pulled her hand up my shaft, and softly she pushed it back down. A thrill went through my lower body. Up she pulled, and down she pushed. Up and then down. Up and then down. I shivered at the feeling.
“Do you like that, Tim?” she whispered.
“Yes,” I barely replied. I couldn’t believe she was doing this.
After a while, she slid faster. Up and down. Up and down. I felt like something big was going to happen, and I couldn’t help but to groan. “Ohhh! Ohhh!”
Julie lifted onto her elbow and looked up at my face. I don’t know what she saw; I think I was wincing. She sped up. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. “Ohhh!! Ohhh!! Ohhh!! Ohhh!!” My hips started to buck in time with her pumping.
I looked at her with a little panic. “I feel funny, Julie.”
She leaned down and pressed her mouth on my lips. She kissed me forcefully, pumping really quickly now. Slide, slide, slide, slide,… I wanted to cry out, but she kept kissing me. The faster she pumped, the harder she kissed. I could hear a muted whimper coming from the back of her throat as she worked her arm.
I pressed up with my lips, and when she felt my push, her hand went into overdrive. Slip, slip, slip, slip, slip, slip, slip,… My groin seized and lurched into her grip. I opened my mouth and groaned, and the moaning escaped down her throat. A strange rushing sensation pushed up through my penis and gobs of goo spit out the end of my penis onto my chest. I was cumming!! As my spurts arced into the air, Julie clenched my penis and made the last few strokes long and firm. “Urrghh! Urrghh!” I grunted. She finally lifted up from my face, and we both tried to get our breath back.
Eventually, everything settled down. I stopped rocking, and Julie stopped pumping. Gobs of cum slewed over my chest. One shot had hit my cheek, and some had gotten into her hair. She looked down at me in a kind, consoling way. “Are you okay, Tim?”
“Yeah,” I replied, somewhat hesitantly. Was I not supposed to be? I felt great!
“I… I… Maybe I shouldn’t have…” She seemed to be trying to say something. Finally, she just got up and went for the door. “I’m going to get something to clean us up. Just relax for a moment.”
I felt funky with my cum all over me, and I stretched gloriously as the flush of what had just happened coursed through my body. Oh man! Oh man! Oh man!
Julie returned quickly with a washcloth, turned on the bedside lamp and cleaned me up. In the warm glow of the lamp, I watched her breasts jostle heavily back and forth, and stared at the perfect features of her face as she focused on her work. She glanced at me a few times and finally asked, “What are you thinking about, Tim?”
“You,” I said boldly.
“What about me?” She kept scrubbing.
“I dunno. You’re perfect, I guess.”
She snickered and then looked at me appreciatively. “Tim, never confuse the person with the act.”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
She stopped cleaning and gave me a knowing smile. “You’ll understand some day. Did you enjoy that?”
She grinned at my enthusiasm. “You’re not going to tell Todd or Bunny, are you?”
“Okay.” She leaned in and gave me a little peck on the cheek. When she lifted back up, she swept my bangs across my forehead with her fingers. “Tim, I’m sorry that…”
After a long pause, I prompted her, “What?”
She just smiled. “Nothing. I should go sleep on the couch now.”
“No. I want you to sleep here. I mean, it’s more comfortable here. I mean,… Why?”
“Okay, but no more of that,” she insisted, “Understand?”
Julie placed the washcloth on my dresser, turned off the lamp and then padded over to her side of the bed. I lay on my back and watched her in absolute appreciation. After the way she had been talking, I half expected her to curl up into a little ball on her half of the bed, but surprisingly, she snaked an arm under my neck and wrapped the other one over my chest. Then she captured one of my legs between her thighs and snuggled in close to me. Surprisingly, she had not put my pyjama bottoms back on me after my cleaning, and we were now curled together completely naked. I started to question my promise to be good.
After settling for a moment, she craned her head up and gave me a quick, audible smooch on the cheek, before resting her head back onto my chest. “Good night, sweetie.”
“Good night, Julie.” When I said her name, she gave me a little hug and then went quiet.
My head spun. Sensations filled my mind, and my thoughts flitted from image to image. But over time, I drifted off. Evidently, the exertion had taken more out of me than I had realized.
*** Getting Awoken ***
I couldn’t have been asleep long before I awoke the second time. I drifted back into consciousness and thought at first that I was having a lucid dream because the sensations were so palpable. I felt Julie’s arm under my back, her head on my chest and her hand casually fondling my limp penis. Then I realized that it was actually happening.
When I looked down, I couldn’t see past the top of her head, but in my lap, I could definitely feel her activity. She was idly rolling my cock in her hand, allowing it to tumble and fall around in her grip. It was like her little rubber play toy. She squished and rolled it gently between her fingers. Then she tried to hold it upright, but it collapsed onto its side, and so she shook it a bit in her open fist, causing it to slap drunkenly against her hand. She massaged it and massaged it. Then she grabbed its tip and stretched it out like an elastic band. A warm feeling built up in my groin.
Since she had started playing with me while I was sleeping, I decided to continue to act the part, but I knew that soon I would be hard, and then it would be difficult to keep up the charade. She continued jostling my penis in her open fist, and soon it began standing on its own before falling over. When she realized that it was getting firm, she stopped playing and looked up at my face. I kept my eyes shut.
“Tim?” she asked softly, but I stayed silent. I watched her through the bottoms of my barely opened eyelids.
She propped herself on her elbow and stared at my face. Then she wrapped her hand loosely around my shaft and slid along it. She barely touched it as she eased her open fist up and down its length. Her light sliding tickled and teased. I had to concentrate in order not to breathe heavily or move my body. I was fully erect in no time.
“Tim?” she probed again quietly, “Tim?” But I remained ‘asleep’. I didn’t want to risk her stopping.
She shifted her body onto her side facing away from me. Resting her head on my outstretched arm, she snuggled her back against my side. I waited for the next thing to happen, but we both just lay there, huddled together. Maybe she was going back to sleep. Maybe I should have woken up after all. But wait. Was the bed moving?
I kept my eyes shut and focused my senses. Yes, the bed was jiggling a bit, and Julie’s breathing was becoming audible. I opened my eyes slightly and looked down. Julie’s shoulder was lurching. She was doing something in front of her with her arm, but I couldn’t see. She was rubbing, I think.
Her breathing grew loud, and a few times, she gasped. I watched her upper arm seesaw on her side and tried to visualize where her hand could be. Perhaps somewhere low on her front. “Unghhh.” She hunched forward slightly. “Unghhh, unghhh.”
Suddenly, she reached behind her and grabbed my erection. Her hand felt wet as it slipped along the length of my shaft. She turned back onto her side facing me. Her breathing was very ragged, as if she had just run a race.
“Tim?” she said insistently. “Tim, wake up.”
I decided to cut the act. I fluttered my eyelids as if I were just waking up, and I mumbled a bit, probably overplaying my part.
Julie pulled me over onto my side, grabbed my erection in both her hands and began shuttling her two-handed grip slowly up and down. “Ohhhhh…,” I gasped appreciatively. She kept up her stroking.
“Do you like that?” she said breathlessly.
“Do you like it when I do nice things for you?” she hurried.
“Would you like to do something nice for me?”
“Mmmm, I thought so.” She gave me a soft kiss on the lips and then rolled onto her back, still snuggled up against my side. Reaching across her body, she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand onto her chest. She placed it on top of one of her breasts. When she pressed down on my hand, I instinctively squeezed it between my fingers.
“How does that feel?” she asked quietly. She was having trouble breathing.
“Soft,” I responded and was barely audible myself.
She slipped my hand slowly down the centerline of her body. “Do you like touching me?” she gasped. I felt her bellybutton slide past my fingertips. As we moved lower, her breathing grew louder again. “Uh huh,” I responded. At the edge of her hair, she let go of my hand.
I kept my hand where she had let it go and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed. “Keep going, sweetie,” she said, “Keep going. Keep going. Just be gentle.”
I pushed my fingers through the curly hair, which felt moister and moister as I proceeded. My fingers broke into an opening and rested on some soft, wet folds of skin. As soon as I touched them, Julie inhaled sharply and arched her back. That scared me, and I pulled my hand away, but she reached down and placed it softly back into position. “That’s okay, baby. That felt really, really nice. Just be gentle.”
I moved my fingertips on top of the folds, but I was very careful. I hardly touched them. My fingers just barely grazed the surface. Suddenly, Julie’s hips started bucking. “Oh my gawd! You’re teasing me! Here.” She grabbed a finger and placed it near the top of the folds, just to the side of the apex. Then she had me rub up and down along a little spot. After she corrected my swiping a few times, I got into the rhythm of it.
Julie nestled her head into my shoulder and smiled. “Mmmm,” she cooed, “You’re doing a very good job, Tim. Don’t stop.”
I swiped back and forth and noticed that, just centerline of my assigned spot, there was a little bulge under the skin. I began to press up against its side as I swiped, and each time that I did, Julie murmured. After a while, I moved my finger over top of it and rubbed. Julie gasped. That scared me, and I went back to my spot. Had that been pain? Maybe it was pleasure. I tried it again, and she gasped intensely. Grabbing my hand, she pulled it away. “You’re being bad,” she said coyly.
“I’m sorry!” I felt guilty.
“No.” She stretched pleasurably. “It felt really good. I liked it. Here, let’s do something else.” She balled my hand into a fist, except for my middle finger. Then she pulled my finger down to her folds, which were even wetter than before. She traced my fingertip around their surface and every so often pushed the end of my finger between where the folds converged. After a bit, she pushed my finger in further. It sunk into a slippery, wet opening before she pulled it back out.
She pushed my hand in again, and my finger re-enter the little wet cave, then back out again. In it went, and out it came. In and then out. In and then out. Each time my finger inserted, the moist walls of the cave seemed to collapse around it.
“Ahhh,” she moaned, “Like that. Just keep going like that.”
I think I got her meaning. I focused on the rhythm and the angle, and kept it constant. In and out. In and out. Her interior walls went a little more rigid, and moisture seeped out of her opening.
I kept at it. No matter how she wriggled, I kept the same pace, the same angle, the same amplitude, the same pressure. In and out. In and out.
“Oh gawd! Oh gawd!” she said under her breath, and then she turned her face towards me and bit into my shoulder. It hurt like crazy, but I didn’t let it interrupt me. In and out. In and out.
The inner walls of her opening enclosed around my finger. They squeezed against it but still allowed it to traverse in and out. I squished my finger through the mushy tunnel. In and out. In and out.
Julie reached up and grabbed roughly at the sides of my face. Her fingernails dug sharply into the back of my head. She pulled my face down to hers and positioned my mouth over her lips. She attempted to kiss me but was breathing too hard to accomplish it. She pressed her lips on mine but ended up moaning into my open mouth. “Moh mawd! Moh mawd!” she mumbled.
Then everything went out of control. Her inner walls constricted around my finger, just as her thighs clenched onto my hand. I could no longer move, except to wiggle the end of my finger upwards inside of her. Her eyes bugged out, and her mouth pressed firmly onto my lips. She screamed into my mouth, and the sound waves vibrated against the back of my throat. Her back arched rigidly, and then a quake shuddered through her body.
When she whirled her face away from me to breathe, she grabbed strongly onto my wrist, fixing my hand to her groin. I froze, not knowing what to do. A series of quivers went through her body, each one diminished from the previous one. Finally, she pulled my hand out of her and pushed me onto my back. She laid her head on my chest and wheezed. We lay like that for some time.
Eventually, Julie crawled up to my face and looked at me through soft eyes. “Have you never done that before?”
“Mmmm, well, you need to get a girlfriend,” she said and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. Then her energy level picked up. “Your turn,” she declared. She got up on her knees and felt for my penis. It was still very hard.
“I can’t let you stay in this condition. What do you think I should do about it?”
“I don’t know,” I said sheepishly.
“You don’t? If I said that I would do anything… anything, what would you want?”
“I don’t know. I guess the thing before was good.”
“Tim, don’t be so shy with me. Tell me what you want, sweetie. Do you want me to rub your penis?”
“No, you have to say it, Tim. Let me hear you.”
“Rub my penis.”
“Say it nicely.”
“Could you please rub my penis?”
“Now, was that so difficult? But maybe we can do something better.” She leaned in and cupped her hands around my ear. She pretended to whisper but mockingly breathed loudly into my ear, “TIM?”
“Yes?” I whispered back with a little giggle.
“Do you want me to give you a BLOWJOB?” she puffed into her cupped hands.
I coughed. “Wh-what??”
She moved over my neck so that my throat was under her armpit. Her face was now directly over top of mine. She took an index finger and began tracing around my features. “Do… you… want… a… blow… job?” she said calmly and teasingly, as she flicked and traced my face with her finger.
She placed a fingernail on my lips and flapped them playfully. “Hmmm?? Is that how you’re supposed to ask?”
She traced around my ear and then tickled her finger in my earhole. “Uh, uh, uh. What’s my name?”
“Sorry… Um… Julie, c-c-could you… uh… please give m-m-me a blow… a blowj-j-job?”
“That’s better.” She kissed me, then she held her face at the end of my nose. “Yes, Timothy. I would be pleased to give you a blowj-j-job.”
Shuffling down my body, she separated my legs and kneeled between my thighs, facing me. She reached down, grabbed my hard-on and gave it a few pumps. Then she looked at me and smiled. “You do know what a blowjob is, don’t you?”
She sniggered and shook her head incredulously. Then she dropped her head. Her long, fine hair cascaded over her head and formed a curtain in front of her. Behind the curtain, she sucked on my pole, and it entered a warm, wet hole. Her mouth!! My goodness! This was really happening! “OHHHH!!”
She bobbed her head a few times and then raised herself up, flipping her hair away from her face. She had a huge grin. “Like it?” she giggled.
She went down on me again and slurped my shaft into her mouth a few time. Then she sat up again. “Gawd, I am still so wet.” She reached between her legs and rubbed herself with her hand. “Feel that?” she said, wrapping her wet hand around my erection.
“Sort of.” To be honest, my hard-on was still wet with her saliva, but her hand did feel a bit slicker.
“Here.” She moved up my legs and, holding my shaft up in front of her, she shifted her hips forward until her wet opening was touching the underside of my cock. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how wet that is?”
“Yeah.” My penis was touching her special area! I couldn’t believe it.
She pulled my erection more firmly against her and rubbed her slit along its length. “Do you feel how wet it is?” She rubbed some more. “Do you feel it?”
I said ‘yes’ again, but she had her eyes closed, and I guessed that she had stopped listening to me. She moved over my body and braced her arms at my sides. Then, she bore down along my shaft that was flattened against my abdomen, sliding along its length with her slit. Her eyes were tightly closed now, and she concentrated on rocking her hips. “Aaaah, aaaah, aaaah,” she gasped as she slid.
Then she stopped and glared at me. “Tim!” She reached between us. “Tim!” She grasped my cock, holding it up from my body. “Push, Tim. Push.”
“Push up. Push your hips up. Push towards me.”
I did what she said, and suddenly, my cock slid between her folds. It was warm and wet and wonderful. I was inside of her!! “Ohhhhh!!” she sighed.
She grabbed me in a big hug and rolled to her side. I rolled along with her, remaining inside, and was soon lying on top. She now looked different – happy and at peace. She gave me a big hug. “Keep pushing, Tim,” she said.
I pulled my hips back a bit and then pushed inside. The wet resistance felt fantastic. “Like that?” I asked, eager to get it right.
“Mmmmm!” She purred, placing the palm of her hand on my cheek. “Do whatever you want, Tim. Do whatever feels good.”
I didn’t need anymore prompting. I pulled back and pushed in again, and then again, and then again. The more I did it, the faster I wanted to go. My hips went back and forth. I picked up speed. Back and forth. Back and forth. And then I felt a twinge at the base of my cock.
“I think… I think I’m going to… going to…,” I warned her.
She tightened her arms around my back. “It’s okay. Keep going,” she gasped.
My hips churned, and suddenly my cock pushed out into one long thrust. My body stiffened, and then spurt after spurt of cum shot out into the wetness beyond. My neck muscles clenched, and my face froze into a contorted grimace. Then I collapsed on top of Julie, gasping for breath. She manoeuvred my head to her shoulder and petted my face to soothe my recovery.
“How are you doing?” she asked tenderly.
“Fine,” I replied between breaths.
She kissed the top of my head. “You’ll always remember that one,” she observed idly.
“Of course I will!” I agreed.
“You won’t remember all of them,” she advised.
“I’ll always remember you!”
She giggled. “No you won’t. You’ll just remember who you think I am.”
“I think you’re the most beautiful, sexy and perfect girl in the world.”
“My case in point,” she chuckled, “Okay, Casanova, help me change the sheets, and then I really have to go back to the couch.” She stood up and pulled on the sheets under me, causing me to jump off the bed.
“What?!! No, don’t go.”
She walked over to my closet, balling up my sheets and throwing them inside. “Baby, Todd and Bunny can’t find me here in the morning. Not now.” Seeing some clean sheets on the shelf, she brought them down and returned to the bed.
“It’ll be all right,” I pleaded, “I’ll explain everything.”
“I’m sure you will,” she said sceptically, fluffing out the sheets and spreading them over the mattress. “Come on. Grab an end.”
I helped with my side of the bed. “I will! Really! Please, don’t go! Pleeeease!!”
She paused. “You’re breaking my heart, sweetie. Okay, here’s the deal. I’ll lie down with you for a bit, but then I’m outta here. Got it?”
“O-o-o-kay,” I moaped.
“Stop it,” she said, slipping into the clean sheets, “Now, get down here.”
I jumped in eagerly and tried to hug her, but she pushed me onto my back. “Settle down, stud.”
When I stopped fidgeting, she lay on top of me and entwined around my body. I could feel her breast pressed into my stomach and her leg wrapped around mine. All down my one side, I felt nothing but Julie’s soft, smooth flesh.
She rested her head on my chest, her face rising and falling with my breaths, her beautiful blonde hair just inches from my nose. I wanted to absorb her into me, and as we lay together, I cherished each second that ticked by.
“Don’t let me fall asleep, sweetie,” she whispered.
“I won’t,” I promised.
“Say my name.”
She kissed my chest. “Remember,” she murmured, “No sleeping.”
“I won’t,” I whispered.
*** Planning the Day ***
Sleep is a wonderful thing. When it follows moments of tranquility or bliss, it is the perfect accompaniment, the delightful dessert, the appropriate dénouement. It seamlessly and serenely transfigures a realized dream into an illusory one. And in my dream, two girls were whispering to each other… I think.
“… left for his game…/… house is ours for the weekend…”
Strange though, I couldn’t recall actually dreaming about two girls, but the disembodied voices were evidence to the contrary.
“… got to be kidding me. I’m so jealous. I wanted to be his first. So was he any good?”
“Yeah. Well you know, he’s such a sweetie. But I didn’t want you to…”
Yet it wasn’t any two girls. They sounded familiar. I opened my eyes a slit and then shut them against the morning sun.
“Ah-hrrum,” some girl cleared her throat, and there was a sudden silence in the room.
Things were coming into focus. Under my arm, I felt Julie’s naked form. We were lying together under the sheets, but as well, the mattress was depressed on my other side. I rolled over and batted my eyelids to adjust to the light.
The vague image of a woman in a small, white satin kimono came into view. By a strange coincidence, Todd had bought Bunny a small, white satin kimono to wear around the house. Boy, I really liked that kimono because… BUNNY!! I sprung into a sitting position and grabbed the sheets around me.
“You cad! You philanderer!” Bunny barked at me dramatically. “How could you, Timothy?!! I thought we had something together! I thought we were special!”
“Oh gawd. Here we go,” Julie commented under her breath.
“Bunny!!” I yelped. “I… Oh, I… It’s not…”
“And to think,” Bunny said, poking a finger into my chest, “I sa-a-aved myself for you.”
“Oh brother!” Julie commented. I looked down desperately at her for support.
“Don’t look at me,” she said. “You weren’t supposed to let me fall asleep.”
I turned back to my accuser. “Bunny, I’m sorry. I…”
Bunny smushed a hand over my mouth. “No! No, don’t say another word,” she declaimed, tossing her head back. “I can no longer bear this agony.”
“Bunny, don’t terrorize the poor boy,” Julie commented.
Bunny pulled her hand away from my mouth, saying, “And if we are not meant to be together, then I want you to always remember me by… THIS.” She lunged towards my face, wrapped her mouth around my lips and kissed me as if I had just returned from a war. She threw her arms around my neck, and together we crumpled onto the bed.
She kept kissing me with large, moist, energetic smooches and let her hands trail down my back. We lay side by side on the bed, her kisses smacking my lips and her hands reaching ever lower, to my naked bottom. Suddenly, she pushed away from me. “Hey, wait a minute!” she said, her voice suddenly more normal and less affected. She flung back the sheets. “Are you completely naked under there?” I clasped my hands quickly onto my groin.
Bunny looked over at Julie. “How’d you ever get him out of those silly pyjamas?”
Julie, who was lying on her side taking in our love scene, stuck her tongue in her cheek and said, “Cause when I got into his pants, there wasn’t room enough for both of us.”
“You slut!” Bunny screamed playfully and pounced on Julie. The two of them tussled. Bunny’s kimono flew open and slid off her shoulders. Her hands went for Julie’s sides. “No! No!! NO!!” Julie screamed as she tried to fend off her tickling.
Eventually, the struggling settled down as both girls ran out of breath and exuberance. Panting from the exertion, Bunny ended up lying on top of Julie. She looked into her eyes and then gave her a long, sensuous kiss on the mouth. Julie seemed very receptive to the gesture and kissed back. The first kiss spawned another one and then another one. The noise of the wet smacking sounded as sensuous as their embraces looked.
I had never seen two women kiss passionately before. I think I was supposed to be revolted by it, but I actually found it pretty exciting. My penis firmed up.
“Juuuulie,” Bunny whined, smoothing a hand over her hair, “I’m getting hungry.”
Julie tickled her fingers over Bunny’s smooth bottom and slipped her kimono off her body. The slippery material fell over itself, and its momentum caused it to wriggle over the edge of the bed onto the floor.
“You know what we should have for breakfast?” Bunny suggested.
“What?” Julie asked.
“A Tim McMuffin.”
Both women looked over at me. I smiled back at them, and then, after a moment of mutual staring, I realized that I didn’t understand what that meant. “What?” I asked.
Suddenly, Bunny’s hand shot out and grabbed my arm. I got dragged down. “Hey!” I cried out, trying to resist the pull.
Julie joined the fray, and Bunny brought her other hand to bear. I tried to scramble away, but they kept grappling with me, and slowly I slid between them.
“C’mere,” the girls giggled, and with one final pull, I was squashed between their nakedness. I lay on my side with Julie’s delicate skin pressed against my back and Bunny’s soft flesh pressed against my front. I was pinned by two pairs of breasts mushed into my upper body.
“Mmmm, the-e-ere we go,” Bunny said, “Now we’ve got out meat patty.”
The girls rubbed their bodies up and down my front and back, their skin buffing over mine. My erection got pinned between my abdomen and Bunny’s stomach, and when she noticed its presence, she angled her sliding to focus pressure on it. The sweat building up on our lower bodies lubricated her rubbing.
“Mmmm,” Bunny purred, “Did you order a pickle on the side?”
Julie giggled and reached around to feel it but couldn’t slip her hand between our slithering bodies, so she dropped her hand under to cup my balls. Between Bunny’s rubbing and Julie’s fondling, I felt a quiver in my groin. “Ohhh!” I exclaimed.
“I think it’s time to eat,” Bunny said, and then gave me a soft, wet kiss on the base of my neck. This prompted Julie to kiss the back of my neck. “Mmmm… Tastes good!” she murmured.
Bunny slowly kissed all over my throat, maintaining her rhythm on my hard-on, while Julie nuzzled the back of my neck and manipulated my sac. I could hardly take it. “Ohhh!… Ohhh!… Ohhh!” I moaned, as my balls began to churn.
“Do you like that, Timmy?” Bunny whispered.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, “Please, don’t stop… Ohhh!” And I started to thrust my hips to meet her grinding.
Suddenly, Bunny backed away. “Hey, no messes yet, lover,” she said. My last thrust jabbed futilely into empty air, causing Bunny to giggle. “Whoa, stud! What did Julie do to you? You used to be so shy; now you don’t stop,” she said.
“Bunny!” Julie scolded, “Don’t be cruel. He’s just a little bear cub who has tasted honey for the first time. Be nice.”
“Ohhh, poor baby,” Bunny cooed, placing a hand gently on my cheek. I was breathing hard, and my cock was throbbing out in front of me.
“Don’t ridicule him, Bunny. We should be celebrating this. He’s come of age,” Julie said, snuggling up closer to my back and running a hand up and down my chest, “Actually, we should be helping him practise,” she pouted coyly and then gave me a soft stroke below.
“Celebrating?” Bunny said, “Celebrating?” Then she grinned. Grabbing the sheets at the bottom of the bed, she pulled them up over her body and scrunched down to my lap. “Julie,” she called out, “Get in here; I have an idea.” Julie dived under the covers and slid down my body.
I picked up the edge of the sheets and peered inside. “What are you doing?” I asked anxiously.
The two girls were huddled at my hips on either side. My erection stood stiffly between them like a flag marking their meeting place. Bunny snatched the sheets out of my grip and flopped them firmly onto my chest to seal their liaison from my view. “Hey!” she yelled, “Private conference. No peeking.”
Under the sheets, the hump that was Bunny’s head moved towards the hump that was Julie’s head, and then part way there, my penis was suddenly sucked into a warm, wet opening. “Uh!” I coughed.
My hard-on slid in and out of Bunny’s mouth several times and was then extracted with a smack of her lips. “A party,” Bunny said.
The other hump traversed to the centre, and again my penis slid into a moist opening. “Ohhh!” I exclaimed. After a few bobs, it was withdrawn again. “What kind of a party?” Julie asked.
“A coming-of-age party,” Bunny responded and then went down on me. Slurp… slurp… slurp…
“Like a debutante ball?” Julie took over. Slurp… slurp… slurp…
“Yeah right. We’ll get his gown ready. No, we’ll have a booze-up here and invite all the girls that he knows from school,” Slurp… slurp… slurp… “And we’ll play games.”
“Games? What kind of games?” Slurp… slurp… slurp…
“Geez, you’ve led a sheltered life.” Slurp… slurp… slurp…
I felt a sudden twinge in my groin. “Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!” I warned them that something was about to happen.
“Oh quick!” Bunny yelled, “Squeeze him, Julie!” which she did and caused my penis to hover on the edge of spurting. “Don’t let him go off yet.”
Bunny surfaced from under the sheet and jumped off the bed. “Timothy, what’s the name of that girl who lives up the street from your house?”
Gripping me in one hand, Julie used her other arm to throw the sheets completely off of us.
“Why?” I puffed.
Bunny padded over to my knapsack. “Where’s your cell phone?” she asked, rummaging through it and pulling my phone out. She flipped it open and scrolled through my directory.
“Hey, no!” I objected, “Don’t, Bunny, I mean it!”
Bunny skipped back to the bed, brandishing the phone in front of her so that I could see the display. “Claire? It’s Claire, isn’t it?” I tried to swipe the phone out of her hand, but she held it away from me and Julie gave me a warning clench before finally letting go of my now behaved erection.
“Ohhh, what’s wrong, Timothy?” Bunny whined, “Don’t you want your little friends to come over and play games with you?”
“Bunny, pleeeease,” I begged.
“What games?!” Julie asked, “Do you mean like Postman or Spin the Bottle?”
“Gawd, where did you grow up? A convent?”
“Haven’t you ever played Super-soaker or Hot Rocket or Public Places or Private Dick?” Bunny asked.
“Private Dick??” Julie laughed.
“Oh, my simple, sweet, guileless girl,” Bunny sighed, “Private Dick is an adult form of Clue. There are three decks of cards – one for people, one for rooms in the house and one for… sexual acts that must be committed.”
“Oh my goodness!!” Julie cupped her mouth with her hands and laughed again.
“Bunny!! Please give me the phone!”
Bunny looked at me and smiled in a most evil way. “Okay, Timothy,” she said, “We’ll settle this by playing a game right now. It’s called Stamina. If we win, I call Claire, and you will willingly host our little party. If you win, I will give you back the phone and… let’s see… and Julie and I will do whatever you ask us to do all weekend.”
“Bunny?!!” Julie reacted. Bunny flashed her a ‘no worries’ head shake and then stared at me expectantly for my answer.
My groin suddenly felt very weak and tingly. “I don’t know. I’ve never heard of Stamina. How do you play it?”
“Look,” Bunny said, “If you say ‘no’, I’m going to make the call, so you might as well say ‘yes’. Besides, baby, I know that you’re going to like playing the game.”
“Uh… Well… Uh…”
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Bunny said, placing the phone on the side table and shifting down on the bed.
She laid her back flat on the bed and hiked up her knees. “Sweetie, you need to scoot down to the end of the bed to give Julie and me more room. Julie, let’s you and I get more into the centre… That’s it… Now, put your knees up and spread ’em… There we go.”
I stared in amazement at the girls flashing right in front of me. My jaw dropped.
“Now, Tim… Don’t drool, darling… Here’s how we play. You’re going to shuffle your little body over here between my legs… C’mere… C’mere. That’s it… Now, I want you to enter me… Come on. Don’t be shy.”
I couldn’t believe it. I hesitated for a moment, and then I grabbed my hard-on and tried to press it down to her opening, but it was too stiff to depress to the right angle.
“Here,” Bunny offered, “Lean forward on your arms, and let me guide you in.”
I did as she said and felt her fingers making little trajectory corrections as I pushed my hips down towards her. All of a sudden, I burst into a warm, wet sanctuary that felt wonderfully familiar. “Ohhhhh!!” I exclaimed.
“Okay, baby. You have to pull out again… That’s it.”
I slurped out slowly and sat back on my ankles. “Wow!” I commented
“Now say ‘one’,” Bunny instructed.
“One,” I complied.
“That’s good. Now, do the same thing with Julie and make sure you count your stroke out loud.”
I moved over between Julie’s legs. She was beaming back up at me. This time, I leaned on my arms straight away and found that, if I angled my hips properly, I could enter without assistance. I lowered my weight and slid right in. Then, I pulled out and groaned, “One.”
“Very good, sweetie,” Bunny cheered. “Now the next thing you would do is two of those with me and then two of those with Julie, and so on. You have to keep going without cumming. If you cum at all, then we win. If you get to, let’s say, five with both of us without cumming, then you win.”
“Five?!!” Julie cried, “That’s not enough. He’ll be able to make five.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve played this game before,” Bunny reassured her, “Just follow my lead, my dear. Okay, Timothy, come over and get started.”
Actually, I know I’m not an experienced love-maker and all, having done this only once before, but I sort of agreed with Julie. I thought that I could get to five no problem. “So, do I have to start at ‘one’ again?” I asked.
“Of course,” Bunny ruled, “We hadn’t started the game yet. Now stick that big, fat sausage of yours into me, stud.”
I giggled and leaned over her.
“So what are you going to make us do when you win, Timothy?” Bunny asked, as I lined myself up.
“Huh?” I pushed into her.
“Ohhhh!!” she wailed unexpectedly. “You’re bigger than before,” she whispered, her eyes clenched shut and her neck craned to the side.
I pulled out slowly, somewhat bewildered by her reaction. “One,” I said softly and hesitantly. Then I moved over to Julie.
“Be careful with me,” she whispered and bit her lower lip. I leaned forward and thrust again.
“Unnghhh!!” Julie arched her back. “Oooh, baby. You are getting big.”
Again, I was bewildered and slightly aroused. I withdrew slowly and repeated, “One.” Then I moved back to Bunny.
“Are you going to have us walk around the house naked and make us both suck you off in the living room?” she asked.
“What?” I suddenly pictured the two of them prancing into the living room, their breasts bouncing on their chests, and diving onto my erection with their mouths as I sat on the couch. I shook my head and focused on my aim. I pushed inside and felt her warm interior make my penis tingle all over.
“Ohhhh!!” she cried, “You’re going to make me cum.”
I pulled out. “One,” I said and pushed in again.
“Ohhh! Oh, gawd!!” she yelled.
I felt strangely potent. I pulled out and hesitated. I didn’t realize I could have this kind of an affect. “Two,” I said and returned to Julie.
“Slow and gentle, baby. You’re getting really big,” she warned.
I pushed in slowly and had to stop a few times when she gasped. I didn’t fully understand it. It didn’t feel like I was stretching her out or having trouble entering, but she sounded like she was uncomfortable. I pulled out. “One.”
“So big,” she sighed. Her comment made me tingle.
I re-entered, and suddenly she arched her back completely, breathing in sharply. I withdrew quickly. “Two,” I said nervously but felt better when she squirmed back into position with a satisfied smile on her face. “Mmmm,” she murmured. I moved back to Bunny.
“Timothy? Are you going to make us give you a shower? Soap you all over? Squish up against you to scrub you clean?” Bunny mused. Wow, she had better ideas than I did. I thought about the three of us in the shower, all wet and sudsy and touching and giggling. My cock lurched under me, and I suddenly felt queasy. I needed to concentrate, or I wasn’t going to last.
“Timothy,” Bunny whispered as I aligned myself, “I almost came last time. You can kiss me this time if you want.”
Oh no! I was getting overstimulated. I was happy that she was enjoying herself, but I had to keep my mind on the game. I thrust inside.
“Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd!” she said in a panic. “I was almost there that time.”
I withdrew. “One,” I said firmly and thrust back in.”
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Bunny screamed. “Kiss me! Kiss me! I’m right there!”
I pulled out. “Two,” I said hesitantly and then slid back in cautiously.”
“Nnngghhh!” she grunted and then grabbed my head and mushed me against her mouth. She continued to grunt into my mouth. I couldn’t stop now! She needed me! I was being unfair. I had no right to deny her. I pushed again and again. She deserved my pleasure. I rocked my hips and thrust into her again and again and… Ohhh… Ohhh…
My balls gripped. My cock strained, and I bore down into her opening. I spurted and spurted, and a euphoric glow radiated all over my body. My balls twitched a few final times, and then I collapsed on top of her.
Bunny suddenly stopped contorting and seemed to recover quickly from her intense experience. I rested my head on her chest and gasped for air.
“Bravo,” Julie cheered, clapping her hands. “You are good at this.”
“You were catching on pretty quickly yourself,” Bunny replied. Then she rolled me over to Julie’s waiting arms. “Here, recover over with Julie, lover. I’ve got a call to make.”
Suddenly, my feeling of overall wellbeing drained out of me. Oh yeah, the bet.
“Hello, Claire?” Bunny spoke into my phone. “Hi, my name is Bunny. I’m a friend of Timothy’s brother… Oh, I didn’t think you would remember me from school… That’s so sweet… How would you and your girlfriends like to come to a college party tonight?”
“Bunny?” I whined vainly, “Please don’t.” Julie clasped a hand around my mouth.
“Over at Todd’s… That’s right, near the campus… Around five o’clock… How many?… No, eight girls is perfect… Okay, sweetie… No, thank you. See you then.”
Bunny snapped the phone shut and beamed with self-satisfaction. “It has begun,” she declared. “Better get him cleaned up. How about we give him that shower now?”