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My brother was getting married. His judgment sucked, as usual, but he couldn't

see it. I tried to talk him out of it, even threatened to speak out at the part

where 'If any should know cause' part. He just said he'd pound me. Pound me!

Hah! *I'm* the one the sensei has teaching the younger kids, and my brother

thinks he's going to pound me. Funny.

The one bright thing about this little get-together was my brother's future

sister-in-law. She's cute, and articulate, and laughed at my stupid jokes. She

even told me she didn't think this marriage was a good idea. How come the

younger siblings are often the more mature ones? Go figure.

"Johnny! I need to talk to you!" My mother broke my musings.

"Here, mom. I'll be right there." I shouted so she could hear me. We've got an

intercom, but nobody uses it. I guess it's just more fun to shout at people.

I ran downstairs to the living room, where mom and dad were both waiting for me.

Uh-oh, this didn't bode well. "Umm... What's up?"

Mom spoke first. "Danny told us you were threatening to disrupt his wedding--is

this true?"

I looked sheepishly between them, "I was just trying to talk some sense into

him. You know this isn't going to work. He should have married Jennifer, not

dumped her for Kathy." Jennifer was his last girlfriend.

Dad spoke up, "I know you think that, son, but he still has to live his own

life. We can counsel him, and try to protect him, but the final decision is his

own." Dad held up a legal document of some sorts. "We also have to protect the

family. To this end I persuaded Kathy to sign a prenuptial agreement. Everything

that can be done has been done, so let Danny make this decision without any more

worries."

Mom broke in, "I see you understand, but please promise me you won't say

anything during the ceremony. You've never broken a promise not beyond your

control, and I want your promise."

"OK, mom. I promise." I smiled at her. "No surprises from me."

"Thanks, Johnny. I knew you'd understand." She came over and hugged me. "Now,

remember, I want you to keep your tux on after the ceremony. You and PJ will be

part of the serving line at the reception, and her mother and I want you both to

look good." PJ was Kathy's little sister. In response to my groan of pain,

"Don't be that way, you look so handsome in that tux, and I want to show off

both my sons. OK?"

Dad chuckled at my plight, "Tell you what. If you do this for your mom, I'll let

you have some champagne. You'll be eighteen in a couple of months, and it's time

you were allowed to join in as an adult. Fair?"

"Thanks, dad!" I was grinning ear to ear.

That night during the rehearsal I got to talk some more to PJ. She was sixteen,

liked Mozart, Chopin, and rock-n-roll. She read sci-fi, and thought that the

'new' Star Trek wasn't as good as the original. She also thought her sister was

getting married for the wrong reasons. We agreed on a lot.

Danny grabbed me after the rehearsal, and gave me a ride home. We talked some

more. "Look, I know you think Kathy is the wrong girl for me, but I love her.

Mom also said you've promised not to say anything. Thanks for that, this means a

lot to me."

I shrugged, "Dad talked more sense to me than mom did." I punched his arm, "I

still think it's your funeral, bucko." Grinning at him.

He laughed, "Thanks, kid. Or not so much a kid, anymore." He grinned back. "Oh,

I was supposed to give this to you." He handed me a gym bag. "Dad said I was to

give you one of the *small* bottles of champagne for helping out in the serving

line. I snagged a magnum for you, instead." He was really grinning, now.

"Thanks, Danny." Sometimes my brother could be all right.

The wedding went without a hitch. The groom and his groomsmen (myself included)

all looked dashing in their tails. The bride in white, her bridesmaids in

backless dresses looked very sexy and beautiful. PJ had to wear a matching shawl

to cover her bare shoulders, her mother thought she was 'too young' to wear such

a dress. With the spaghetti straps around the neck holding up the plunging

neckline, she looked good showing some cleavage and soft curves.

She took my arm, giving it a squeeze, and I escorted her down the aisle to the

exit. After the pictures, I grabbed PJ, "Let's go, I'll give you a ride to the

reception."

She said, "OK, let me grab my bag." On the way out the door, PJ's mom was

staring at us. PJ stuck her tongue at her, and grabbed my hand to pull me along.

In the car, I had to ask, "What was that about?"

"Oh, mom and dad don't let me date, or even hang around boys. I'm still too

young, according to them. They won't let me date until my senior year. That's

nearly two years from now!" I could see the frown from the corner of my eye.

"Was your sister the same way?" I asked.

"Yeah, and she went wild in her senior year. Drinking and parties all the time.

I'm pretty sure she did some other stuff, too."

I couldn't follow up on that, we were at the house. "I'm parking away from the

house to make room for all the guests. Let's go get set up in the serving line."

We dropped her bag in the hall closet, and met the caterers.

The next couple of hours were spent serving the guests as they came off the

reception line. With the hot food and all the people parading through the dining

room, it was pretty warm in there. I was sweating like a pig. PJ was a little

better, her dress was a light silk, but the shawl she was forced to put back on

by her mother made her mad.

"It's stupid. I'm hot, and she makes me wear this shawl!" she hissed at me

during a lull.

"Just be grateful you're not wearing a tux!" I whispered back.

When it looked like the last of the line was approaching, I handed PJ a plate,

"Grab some food, and follow me! The caterers can finish serving the last

people." It was time to disappear before mom found something else for us to do.

PJ followed me, but looked funny at me when I went into the hall closet. I

pulled the cloth shoe rack aside, revealing a door. I opened it, motioning her

to precede me into the basement. I closed and locked the door behind me; you

could just hear the music starting to play outside. The basement was cooler,

finished and carpeted, with some stuff I had brought down over the years to make

it a nice place to hide. An old couch, covered with a couple blankets, was in

front of a TV/VCR in the corner. A low table had a few empty pop bottles in

front of the couch. There was a fridge and deep freezer against one wall, my

punching bag hung from the center of the room. My free weights and a small chest

of drawers were at the far end of the basement, next to the door to a small

bathroom.

"All the comforts of home." I motioned to the room.

"Neat." PJ put her drink and plate on the table, then took off her shawl. "God,

I'm glad to get out of that." The dress clung to her breasts, and I felt myself

twitch.

I set my plate down, and took off my jacket and tie. "Me, too. Uhmm... do you

mind if I take off my shirt, too? I'm still hot."

"Go ahead, I don't mind." She grinned at me. "It's funny. My mom wouldn't say a

thing about you taking off your shirt, but I can't take off my shawl because I'm

too young."

"I know, but she just doesn't want to have to deal with all the guys leering at

your sexy dress." I leered at her exaggeratedly.

She blushed, "Do you really think I'm sexy?"

I smiled warmly, "Yeah, you're a very beautiful girl, PJ. Very sexy." I walked

over to the fridge and got out a chilled flute with the champagne bottle.

"Please call me Patricia, PJ sounds like a kid's name." She saw the magnum,

"You're having champagne! Can I, like, uhm, can I have some too? Please?"

"Sure, I think it's OK." I retrieved a second chilled flute. The bottle opened

with a satisfying 'pop', and I poured two glasses of the bubbling liquid.

We toasted our good fortune, and wished our siblings luck in their new life

together. The meal was delicious, and the magnum half-gone when we finished due

to our thirst. I could feel a good buzz, and Patricia (not PJ anymore!) was

feeling it as well. I took our disposable dishes and popped them into the

trashcan, and when I turned around noticed Patricia shifting her weight back and

forth on the cushion. Then she reached under it and pulled out a couple of

magazines I had stashed there.

Oh shit! I thought. "I, uh, I don't know if you should see those, Patricia."

Busted, I thought. These were some hard-core rags that showed men and women in

various sexual acts, from oral to anal; even some kinky stuff.

"Oh, wow!" Patricia had opened one up. "I've never seen anything like this! Even

Kathy never gave us stuff like this to look at. Wow!" As I approached, I could

see down her dress. Her nipples were hard. She looked up at me. "Do you think, I

mean, would it be OK if I, uhm, could I look at these? Please?"

I had to force myself to look at her face. "I'm not sure. I mean, you've never

seen any dirty magazines of any kind?"

"Well, sure. I've been at sleepovers where somebody brought some girlie

magazines, and even some with men in them. Some even had stories that were

pretty hot, but I've never seen any pictures of people actually 'doing it' if

that's what you mean." She was looking back at the magazine. I was looking at

her breasts.

Blame it on the champagne, but I sat next to her. "OK, I guess you can look at

them with me."

We looked through the magazines and Patricia periodically made comments like,

"His penis looks so big, but it fits inside her." Or "It's in her bottom, he's

got his dick in her bottom!" One picture had a woman on her knees with the man

behind her, the look on her face one of ecstasy. "Wow, that must feel really

good to her." One picture had a different woman with the guy's dick down her

throat, "Some of my friends say their boyfriends really like that. Is that true?

Do guys really like that?" she asked me.

I swallowed trying to get my voice, "Uhm, yeah. Guys like that. Some women do,

too." I meant that women liked giving head, but she took it differently.

"You mean like, sucking on a woman's pussy? Women like doing that, too?" she

looked incredulous.

"Well, yeah, but I meant that women liked going down on guys. It makes them just

as hot as the guys to do it." I smiled as she looked at me with wide eyes. "And

lots of guys like going down on girls, too. The girls seem to enjoy it, as

well."

"Carlotta, my best friend, says she likes to swallow when her boyfriend comes.

The other girls all thought it sounded gross, well, most did." She drank some

more champagne. "I'm not sure if it's gross or not. Have you ever had it done to

you?"

I drank some more champagne, as well. "Yeah, but she just used her hand to

finish me. It felt OK, but was kind of messy. I think she just wanted to make

sure I lasted longer the second time, you know?"

"Huh-uh, what do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, the first time a guy comes can be pretty quick, and girls need more time

to come. So she made me come quick so I would last longer when we made love.

Now, however, I think we just had sex. She didn't really love me, and I was just

a horny boy looking to get laid. I went down on her, and she came, but I didn't

know enough about love to understand."

"Do you still see her?" She almost whispered this.

"No. I caught her and another guy doing it at a party. It was kind of ugly, and

I haven't dated seriously since. Just some fun dates, and a little petting; but

nothing hot and heavy." I was feeling a little bummed, and refilled our glasses.

Patricia was looking at me and chewing her lip, "Would you date me? If you had a

chance to, I mean?"

I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. When I pulled back, her face

was dreamy, "I'd love to date someone as pretty and sexy as you."

She was worrying that bottom lip, again. "Kiss me again, Johnny. Please?"

I leaned over, and she closed her eyes. Our second kiss was as soft as the

first. The next kiss our tongues caressed each other, and I thought I heard her

moan. As we continued to kiss, I gently put my arm around her, and softly

touched her exposed skin. She turned toward me, and I felt her hands rest

lightly on my thigh. I placed my free hand gently cupping a breast, and she

pushed forward. I could feel the hard point in my palm. I lightly squeezed, and

she moaned again; my thigh felt her grip tighten and relax rhythmically. She

broke the kiss, and laid her head on my shoulder, I felt her sigh.

I moved my hands behind her, stroking the softness that was her skin. She kissed

my neck. "That was wonderful."

I hugged her. "I thought so, too."

She tilted her head back, her eyes searching my face. I tilted my head, and

began kissing her, again. We kissed for some time, my hand roaming, caressing

her arms and sides. Her breasts. Her hand tentatively reached out to touch my

side and chest, moving softly enough that I had to fight to stay still. Her

other hand lay kneading my thigh.

I pulled back, and she licked her lips. "Wow."

"Wow, indeed." I replied. "I'm feeling a little hot and sticky now, though.

Sweating in that tux I probably lost a couple pounds."

She snuggled up close, again. "I don't mind. I wish I could take a shower,

though. It was hot being the server for Kathy and Danny's reception. My clothes

are all sticky."

I pointed to the door at the other end of the basement. "There is a fully

functioning shower behind that door. The chest of drawers has towels, and clean

sweats and tees. I put your bag in the closet up those stairs, remember? Go grab

a towel, I'll get your bag, and put it in the room just inside the door. OK?"

She gave me a soft peck on the lips. "Thanks, that sounds great." Then Patricia

headed to the shower.

I went up the stairs, pausing at the top to listen for anyone in the hall

closet. The music from the wedding dance was evident, but not overly loud. I

grabbed Patricia's bag and relocked the door. I stopped at the TV and put it on

a cable channel that played soft jazz, and turned the volume down so it wasn't

too loud.

I knocked on the bathroom door, and called out. "Patricia, here's your bag." I

could hear the water running in the shower.

Just as I opened the door to place her bag inside I heard, "Johnny?"

"Yeah?"

"You can come in, if you want to. OK? I'd like it if you did, too."

I set the bag on the floor and stepped inside the small bathroom. It was crowded

in the room, the shower was just to the left of the door, and the toilet to the

right. A small vanity and sink was directly in front of the door. Patricia's

clothes were folded on it. I could see her form behind the glass as she let the

water run over her.

She stepped to the door, and opened it. "Join me. Before I lose my nerve.

Please?"

I left my slacks in a heap on top of my shoes, then stepped into the small

shower. I pulled her to me for a kiss, and she giggled into my mouth as my

erection poked her middle. As we kissed, she moved me around her into the warm

water.

She stepped back from the kiss. "Let me wash you. I want to touch you so bad."

I just smiled and nodded to her. She soaped her hands, and started with my arms

and chest. Then she motioned for me to turn around. I felt her wash my shoulders

and back with a soft firm touch as she moved lower. She rubbed and fondled my

ass, "I think you look sexy, too." First one hand, then the other grazed my

balls when she washed my thighs.

"Turn around," she breathed.

I turned around, and she was on her knees before me, looking directly at the

first erection she had probably seen in the wild. She took me in her hands and

stroked gently up and down while I fought to maintain control. One hand released

my cock and gently hefted my balls, as if testing their weight. I groaned at the

sensations. She looked up at my face and smiled.

"Lean back into the water."

I leaned back and the water sluiced the soap and sweat from my body. I could

feel her hands stroke down my chest following the water, then holding my

hardness in a soft caress.

"Look at me."

I looked down, effectively blocking the water with my head and shoulders. She

was holding my erection with both hands, still on her knees before me. "How can

someone so small in a submissive posture at my feet have such control over me?"

I thought.

Leaning slightly forward, she circled my glans with her tongue. Then she looked

up at me. "Do you *really* like that?" she asked.

"Y-yes." I croaked out.

She looked back at my erection, and again circled the head with her tongue. Then

she slowly moved her hands up and down, jacking my shaft. A large drop of

pre-cum oozed from the slit, and she cocked her head to one side examining it.

Then her tongue lifted it from the sensitive tip with a long swipe. She tilted

her head, again.

"Not bad tasting. A little salty, but a little sweet, as well."

Then she took me into her hot mouth as her hands retreated down the shaft. She

looked up at me, and I could feel her tongue rubbing the sensitive area below

the head while she watched my eyes slit, and my chest heave from the sensations.

I had been on the edge because of the pictures, and this girl's presence for

some time. I wasn't going to last long, at all.

"I'm going to cum, soon. If you don't want a surprise, you'd better pull off." I

warned her. I could swear she just looked up at me and grinned around my

erection. I held onto the top of the shower and the wall, trying to support

myself. Her hand gently cupped my balls, and then I came.

The first blast took her by surprise a little, her eyes bulged some, but she

gamely kept her tongue pressing softly against the sensitive part of my cock

while I filled her mouth with cum. I shot four or five times, my hardness

expanding to pump my seed into the receptacle of her mouth as her tongue laved

me. I think she swallowed some, but pulled off and spit the rest on the shower

floor.

She looked up at me, and gave my shrinking member an impertinent lick. "Did you

enjoy that?"

"That was incredible! You can do that to me, anytime!" I gasped.

She rose, and I took her into my arms and tasted myself in her kiss. I reached

back to turn off the water. It was a good thing dad had installed a hot water on

demand system, or it would have run out long ago. We stepped out of the shower,

and dried each other off. Wrapped in our towels, we walked holding hands to the

couch. I sat next to her, and our lips met again, hungry for more. I held her in

my arms, while she had one arm at my waist; the other on my now naked thigh.

I pulled back slightly, and grasped the top of her towel. "May I?" I asked.

Patricia nodded, and lay back to allow me to lie half upon her. I lavished

attention on her still-budding breasts, moving from one to the other. Her hand

held lightly upon the back of my neck as she murmured her approval. I felt her

body softly shuddering as I suckled her.

I moved lower, and sensed her tense up, her knees held tightly together. I

kissed the top of her mons, her trimmed bush still youthful in appearance. "I'd

like to taste you, as you did me." I nuzzled between her thighs, and she parted

them to grant me access. I moved my body between her legs, and kissed my way to

her cleft. Parting her lips with my fingers, I used the point of my tongue to

traverse her from bottom to top. Her stomach muscles rippled as I flicked across

her clit, bringing it out of its hood. I pulled back to look at her, and could

see her hymen, a ring of thin flesh at the entrance to her inner sex. I savored

her aroma and returned to licking her lips, lightly pushing my tongue within her

every now and then. I watched her breasts jiggle as her chest rose and fell with

each raspy breath. Lightly rubbing her labia with my fingers, I moved onto her

clit, sucking gently while my tongue did a rapid-fire dance across it. Her hips

drove sharply upwards, her voice started high pitched moving to low guttural, as

her orgasm overtook her. My lips softly sucked at her, my tongue circled her

hood, as she shook inches above the couch. Then her body crashed down,

exhausted. I kissed my way up her body, detouring at an erect nipple, to hold

her and caress her while she returned to earth.

Roughly she pulled me against her, crushing our lips together, her essence still

on my lips for her to taste. Her nipples were hard points in my chest as our

tongues danced, my pulse quickened yet again. Already partly tumescent, my

member became fully erect; lodging at her entrance. Patricia went suddenly rigid

beneath me when she felt it.

"Wait!" She gasped, pushing up at me.

I placed my finger across her lips. "I'll not steal your virginity from you,

Patricia. I'm not a rapist, either. Reach down between us and move me away from

your vagina." She took one hand from my shoulder, moved it down, and grasped my

cock in her hand. "I told you that you were a very sexy girl, and I do want you.

You have to want me, too, if I'm going to do more than we already have. OK?" As

I spoke to her, she visibly relaxed.

She kissed my finger and I moved it. "Johnny, when I met you I thought you were

a hunk, and dreamt about being alone with you. This past week during rehearsals

and preparation for the wedding when we got to talk, I got a bit of a crush on

you because you're so easy to talk to." She moved the head of my cock up and

down, rubbing her labia. "I even fantasized about having you here like this. I'm

just a little scared by it now that it's real. Would you be my first? I know

you'll be gentle, and not hurt me. Not more than it has to hurt, that is."

I kissed her softly, "I want to make love to you, darling. Do you really want

me?"

She softly squeezed my shaft, "I want you. Just hold me and kiss me some more,

then make love to me, Johnny."

I kissed her while her hand continued to tease us both. She raised and spread

her knees, making herself open to me. I could feel the pre-cum pour out of me in

a stream, making her lips even wetter than before. Placing my hardness at her

gates, she tugged at the shaft, then moved her hand to my back. I rose up to

look at her face, she was chewing her lip, again.

"Ready?" She nodded.

I lowered myself to kiss her, and thrust my hips forward. Her eyes flew wide,

and she sucked in a sudden deep breath. I held still within her, half my shaft

still outside her body. I gently lay down upon her, still supporting my weight.

"Are you all right?" I whispered in her ear.

"I, I'm, I'm OK. Just hold me a second. It HURT! But it's going away some, too."

She pulled me fully down on her.

I held still for a while, then gently moved my hips, starting to make love to

Patricia. Each time more of me entered her, she softly whimpered, but never

pushed me away. When our pubic bones met, I held myself against her and gently

rocked. I sensed her relax, and began moving. My strokes were slow, but

insistent. I could feel the tightness and heat of her sugar walls gripping me

like a hot warm glove. Soon she began to move beneath me, meeting my strokes

with a tilt of her pelvis to make it feel better for her. Too soon, I could feel

my balls rise, my own release coming upon me. I stroked deeply within her,

holding there as pulse after pulse entered her center. Patricia gasped in my

ear, and pulled me deeper. We held each other close as our passions cooled.

I lifted my weight from her, and kissed her, once more. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

She was looking intently at my face, "It's OK. It didn't hurt that much, and it

started to feel good at the end, too. And when you came in me, it felt so warm.

I love the feeling of you inside me when it throbs and pulses like that." She

reached up and kissed me quickly, "I want to do this again before we go back

home next week. Just not right now, OK?"

I smiled at her, "Anytime you want me, I'm yours."

We cleaned up, and I held and cuddled her until late that night. We talked as

well, and she didn't want me to promise to stay faithful to her, or not see any

other girls. I explained that I wasn't exactly interested in any other girls

just then, but she told me she would understand, no matter what. "Just promise

me you'll write me, and never forget me. OK?"

I promised. And I never break a promise.

It has been suggested I continue this as a series. With enough positive

feedback, I may do just that. (After I finish my other series.<G>)

Please send any comments, constructive criticism, and/or suggestions to El Gato

at: el_gat09@hotmail.com. Flames will be cheerfully ignored, unless I decide to

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