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 Love Is Blind

   A Story of Young Love by Gil Gamesh   Chapter Four

   The next week, Alex and I sat and talked during lunch every other day.
On Monday and Friday we went to the tables outside the library.  On
Wednesday, we walked close together in the rain under a big golf umbrella
and had our box lunches in the cafeteria at the student center.

   Monday we did a post mortem on the weekend and it wasn't as much of a
disaster as I had thought.  She said her parents liked me and they trusted
me to keep seeing her.  She said Azee wanted Gianna to come back for
another weekend soon and it was OK for her to bring me.

   Wednesday, the student cafeteria was full and loud and we didn't talk
about anything but the assignment for our English Lit class.  I told her
not to bring a lunch on Friday because I was going to bring something for
both of us.

   Thursday night, I made chicken salad with grapes and walnuts and then
some mint iced tea, sweetened with artificial stuff like she liked it. 
Friday morning, I put a box of chicken salad in my cooler lunch box, took
some flat bread for wrappers and two plastic bottles filled with tea, and
stuffed it all in my backpack.  At lunch, I made flat bread wrapper
sandwiches with chicken salad and put straws in our tea bottles.  She ate
what I made and said she liked my cooking.  When I asked if she liked me
she just smiled.  Maybe that was answer enough.

   In the peace and quiet under the trees at the library, we talked about
us a little and where we were going with each other.  I suppose neither of
us knew but there was one thing we agreed on.  We both wanted to keep
seeing each other.  Later I was at home when it dawned on me that maybe
Alex meant something different when she said she wanted to keep seeing me.

   Each day I parted with her to go to my afternoon class the same way.  I
held both her hands in mine.  She pulled our hands to her breasts with my
bent fingers pressed against their softness and held her head up.  I leaned
over and kissed her on her mouth, just a quick kiss, lips to lips.  I
wanted to kiss her with our mouths open but I knew we shouldn't do that
with other people around.

   After dinner Friday night, I went looking for Dad.  I knew he wasn't
upstairs.  Before dinner, we'd replaced the washers in the bathtub and sink
in the bathroom between my bedroom and Gianna's and I had just gone
upstairs and checked for drips and everything was good.  He wasn't watching
TV in the living room.  I knew where he probably was but sometimes after
dinner he went for a walk by himself.  I went in the kitchen.

   "Mom, where's Dad?"

   "Outside, in his man-cave.  Do you need something?"

   "Naah, I just want to talk to him."

   He looked up when I walked in.  The backyard tool house was his man
cave. It had heating and air conditioning and a music system so he could
listen to the classical music he loved.  He smiled at me and I stood and
watched him polishing the parts of the antique brass floor lamp he'd found
at the thrift store.  He loved to take old dirty things and bring them back
to life.  Our house was full of antiques and things he had refinished.  He
stopped the polisher and looked at the piece he was working on.

   "Did you want something, Son?"

   "Yeah, just to talk.  About me and Alex."

   "OK.  Is there a problem?"

   "No, no problem.  I've just been doing a lot of thinking about us.  I
know I like her and maybe I'm beginning to love her but I don't know what
to do sometimes.  I know I don't want to hurt her and sometimes I think
maybe I should just back off and let it die.  Then I see her and touch her
and hear her talk to me and I want to go on with her for the rest of my
life."

   "I've been there and done that, Mike."

   "Dad, I know your marriage certificate says you were married on June 25
and I know my birth certificate says I was born on January 27 the next
year. Why?"

   "Because I got her pregnant, Mike.  You know that.  Your mother and I
have never hidden that."

   "Yeah but how did you feel about it?"

   "Mike, I was a 21-year-old college student struggling to get by on a
scholarship.  Your mother was a 19-year-old student working part time as a
hostess at a restaurant.  I was smitten.  I was a nerd in glasses and I
wanted love just like you do.  I let my little head talk me into something,
and, damn, she was hot for it too.  You were born about nine months later.
Best thing that...no, second best thing that ever happened to me."

   "So you did the right thing and married her?"

   "Of course.  I knew I wanted to marry her not long after we started
seeing each other."

   "Yeah, and I know it was a struggle because neither of my grandparents
were able to help you and Mom much and then you had me and this damned
stain.  I'm surprised you had Gianna after me."

   "Mike, we wanted another child.  We spent about three years trying to
decide what to do about your face.  Treatment wasn't nearly as advanced
back then as it is now.  Every doctor we saw had a different opinion.  My
mother gave us the best advice.  She said just accept you as you are and
love you more.  We've tried to do that."

   "I know.  Listen, do you think we could get both families together and
talk about me and Alex.  If we go forward, we're going to need the love and
support of both families.  I want to finish college and so does she.  Maybe
I want to marry her.  I don't know yet.  We just can't be totally
responsible for our lives for a few years yet."

   He got up and hugged me close.  "Mike, you don't need to worry.  That's
what families are for.  You and Alex both have full scholarships since both
sets of parents are university employees.  You both can live here at home.
Maybe you could live with Alex's family.  You don't need to worry.  Just
see where your relationship with her goes.  I know you.  I know you'll do
the right thing with her."

   "Well, talk to Mom.  I'll get Alex to talk to her parents.  One weekend,
let's get both families together and talk.  I'll cook."

   "OK.  Listen.  Don't tell your mother what I was doing.  It's a surprise
for her.  It's going to be a beautiful brass floor lamp when I get
through."

   "OK."

   I started to walk away but then I turned back and just stood there.

   "What else, Son?"

   "I've been thinking about something else, maybe inviting her to go to
Grandpa and Grandma Russo's with us next month.  I don't know whether it's
too early.  Should I invite her?  May I invite her?"

   He stood and thought for a minute.

   "It's not too early.  You know there will be eight adults and nine
children there, most of the kids in their teens.  There might be more if
some of the kids bring a girl friend or boy friend.  It'll be bedlam but we
always enjoy it.  May you invite her?  Yeah, you have my permission. 
Should you?  I don't know.  You need to talk to her and her parents. 
There's a little problem though."

   "What?"

   "Your mother has boxes and bags of clothes and stuff to take.  You know
how they swap stuff around when we get together.  With that and some food,
we can't all go in one car.  You could drive your mother's car and take
Alex, maybe take Gianna too."

   "I'll call her and see what she says."

   "No, don't just call her.  Call her and ask if you can come over for a
few minutes tonight.  You've got something to ask her and you want her
parents' approval.  It's lots harder to say no when you're face to face. 
You can use my car.  Ask your mother where my keys are.  Just don't stay
long.  Don't let her give you another hard-on."

   I couldn't help it.  I gave him another big hug and kissed him on the
cheek.

   I asked Alex first and she was eager to go.  She held my hand and we
asked her mother.  When I told her how many would be there in my extended
Italian family, she just smiled and said it sounded like Aiden's Greek
family and she approved.

   Alex took me in her room afterwards and shut the door.  She turned to
me, held out her hands, lifted her face a little, and I knew what she
wanted and it was what I wanted.  I held her hands and she brought them up
so the backs of my hands were against her breasts.  When I leaned over, I
saw her lips part slightly and I kissed her with closed lips first and then
opened my mouth and our tongues met.  I stood there, lost in kissing her
and feeling her soft breasts.

   She turned loose of my hands for a moment, pulled her knit shirt up
above her breasts, caught my hands, and brought them back to her breasts.
She wasn't wearing a bra.  I put my open hands on her breasts and my palms
easily covered them.  She put her hands on mine and pressed down gently.  I
felt her hard little nipples in the centers of my palms and I wanted them
in my mouth.

   I stooped down, awkwardly, couldn't really reach them, and dropped down
on my knees.  Perfect.  She immediately put both hands behind my head and
pulled my mouth to her breasts.  I tilted my head back, licked first one
and then the other of the little pink protrusions, and then took one in my
mouth and nursed at it.  I gently pinched the other nipple with my thumb
and one finger and she moaned.  I swapped, put my mouth on the other breast
and sucked on the little bump.  She took a deep breath, moaned just a
little, and pressed my head against her softness.

   I could have nursed at her breasts for all eternity but I wanted to be
held as well.  I turned my face, my red left side, to her breasts, breathed
deeply a couple of times, and relaxed.  She held my head against her and I
listened to her heart beating and felt her breathing.

   When I finally stood up, she lifted her head again, open mouth, and I
knew that was an invitation.  I closed my eyes and kissed her and I wanted
her, really wanted her.  I pressed against her and she pressed back and I
knew she could feel my penis trying to rip its way out of my shorts.  I
knew I had to stop.  I knew I had to be careful and responsible but it was
hard.  I pulled away from her, wrapped my arms around her, tucked her head
under my chin, and stood there simply holding her, wanting her, needing
her.

   "I like holding you, Alex."

   "I like it too, Mikey."

   "Alex, I'm not going to apologize for getting a hard-on."

   "You don't need to, Mikey.  I like feeling it.  I liked seeing it too."

   "Did you like my mouth on your breasts?"

   "Yes, dummy, why do you think I offered them to you?"

   She dropped one hand down between us and pressed it against my penis. 
Even covered with a thin layer of cloth, her touch was almost too much to
bear and I was afraid I'd come in my shorts, I caught her hand in mine and
pulled it away.  We stood there for a while longer, my arms around her, her
arms around me.

   She quietly let me out the front door and I drove all the way home with
my penis asking me what had just happened and why I stopped.  At home, I
went upstairs to my bedroom and told it that it had acted irresponsibly and
then I beat it for being so bad.

   Saturday I needed to study all day.  I had my first tests in two
classes, Advanced Geometry and World History on Monday and Tuesday.  I was
OK in the geometry class but I needed to really study for the history one.
I sat there at my desk in my antique oak office chair, the one I'd picked
out of somebody's garbage, sometimes sliding back and forth, sometimes
spinning to the sides, and the old chair kept groaning and threatening to
fall apart.  About mid-afternoon, I took the chair out to our workshop in
the back yard, knocked it apart some, cleaned the dried glue out of the
holes, reglued it, and started putting it back together.  That's where
Gianna found me.

   "Here, hold this together," I said.  "I want to put a strap clamp around
the legs, tighten it, and then let it sit overnight.  I've already stripped
it and after I reglue it I'm going to put a couple of coats of polyurethane
on it.  It'll be good for another hundred years."

   She held the legs while I put a strap around them.

   "Mikey, I want to go back to see Azee again," she said.  "I wish there
was just one of them.  I like them but I can't like them both."

   "Get Carol to go with you.  Tell her about Azee.  Tell her the two of
you can play spin the bottle with Azee and she won't be able to tell which
one she's kissing."

   "Can you really tell them apart?"

   "I think so, especially when they're naked.  Anthony's dick is bigger
than Zorba's.  Their voices aren't quite the same either."

   "Mikey, please don't tease me," she said.  "Are they as big as you?"

   "I don't know.  I haven't seen them with a hard-on.  You and Carol can
give Azee one, I mean two, and Alex can give me one and then you girls can
measure.  Just get a yard stick."

   "You say I'm bad for teasing you.  You're just as bad."

   "Did you see them when they ran in the house naked on Sunday morning?"

   "Yeah, for just a second.  They ran past me and Alex in the hall. 
Mikey, they were both so beautiful, sexy and beautiful, grins all over
their faces, all their stuff flopping around, their tight little butts. 
You're beautiful too.  Can I see you again tonight?"

   "No, Gianna.  We can't start doing that."

   "Mikey, I know you're my brother.  I'm not going to spread my legs for
you.  I'm going to save it for some guy who probably won't appreciate it. I
just want to learn about guys with you.  You're safe."

   "Well, shit, don't you think maybe I'd like to learn with you?  I'm
tired of looking at pictures of pussies and jacking off.  You let me do you
and I'll let you do me."

   "I'll think about it," she said.

   "Gianna, when we were at the Andreas's house and you and Alex found me
in the bathroom after I'd had a wet dream, I looked at my face in the
mirror and I hated it.  I really hated the way I look.  Mr.  Andreas said
fate had not been kind to me and..."

   She interrupted me.  "No, Mikey, that's not the way it is.  Fate's a
woman and one day she said she was going to make the most beautiful man
ever and she made you.  She gave you the most beautiful face she could
dream up and...a tall slim hard body and a...a big dick and when she got
through she was afraid of what she'd made.  She thought you'd be so
conceited with your looks and you'd just fuck all the women and never learn
to care about anybody else.  She was afraid of you, Mikey, so she grabbed
her paint brush and slapped a red streak on one side of your face and she
stood back and looked and smiled and she was satisfied.  That's you, Mikey:
the most beautiful man in the world but with a red patch on one side of
your face.  Fate put it there so you would be the most loving and caring
man in the world.  That's you, Mikey."

   "Don't be silly, Gianna.  You've been reading too many romance novels."

   "I'm not, Mikey.  I'm not silly.  That's what I see when I look at you.
That's the way Alex is going to see you when she really knows you.  When
she really sees you, she's going to love you."

   "Thanks, Gianna, I love you too."

   "I know, Mikey, but our love is different.  It's brother-sister love. 
We both want the best for each other.  We don't want to live together and
have babies.  You've protected me and cared for me as long as I can
remember.  We tease about it but I'll never let you fuck me and you
wouldn't if I let you.  We couldn't love each other like a brother and a
sister anymore and I want that kind of love to last all our lives.  Mom
says I worship you too much but I don't.  I feel like I've got the best
brother in the world."

   "Stop it, you'll make me blush and then I'll have a red face all over."

   "Yeah, and you'll still be beautiful to me, Mikey."

   "Mom and Dad are going out to dinner tonight, Gianna.  What do you want?
Pizza OK?"

   "You'll make it?  Pizza a la Rossi?  One large size with anchovies and
mushrooms on half and black olives and Italian sausage on the other."

   "Yeah.  Light on mozzarella.  Heavy on grated Romano."

   "That would be good.  Will you let me have a beer with it?"

   "Ask Mom."

   She started to leave again.

   "Gianna, maybe we could do something after they leave.  You know, I show
you mine and you show me yours."

   She smiled and left.  Why do women always do that, just leave a guy
hanging without an answer?

   After Mom and Dad left I went upstairs to my room and studied some more.
Gianna came in my room and stood behind me.  I glanced around and she was
dressed like she usually is in the summer at home: knit shirt, no bra,
shorts, and white socks.  Just like me and I didn't have a bra on either.
And my shorts weren't short shorts like hers.  I wondered what she had
decided.

   "Would you rub my neck and shoulders?" I asked.  I liked for her to give
me a little massage and I knew she liked to do it.  I really was stiff and
knotted up in my neck and shoulders from studying so much.

   "Yeah, take your shirt off."

   I took my shirt off and put my head down on my arms on my desk.  She
rubbed me the way I liked it, kind of hard and rough.

   "Mikey, I'm going to take a shower before I go to bed."

   "OK, just don't use all the hot water."

   "We could shower together and save hot water."

   "We could skip the shower altogether and save more hot water."

   "Mikey, I'm scared."

   "Of what?"

   "Of sex and guys and what I want them to do to me.  If I let you do me,
you know, like Alex and I did you, you won't hurt me; will you?"

   "Have I ever deliberately hurt you?

   "Yeah, the time when I was fourteen and you spanked my butt."

   "Yeah, and I apologized but you should have stopped hitting me."

   "I know.  Mikey, I'm not afraid of your dick because it's so big.  I
just don't want to hurt our relationship.  If I let you fuck me, we can
never go back to being the way we are now."

   "Gianna, I know that.  That's not going to happen.  Trust me.  I've
never lied to you or hurt you except for spanking your little ass; have I?"

   "No.  When you're through, I'll be in my room.  Let's take a shower
together, OK?"

   "I'm through.  You know, we haven't showered together since we moved in
here, since you were six and I was nine."

   "Yeah, ten years ago.  I think we should do it all the time.  Save
water."

   She slapped me on the shoulder, her signal that she was through.  I
stood up and took her hands in mine.  I knew we were about to do something
we probably shouldn't do but I wanted to.  I pulled her shirt over her head
and then stood there looking down at her beautiful breasts.  I ran my
finger around the nipple of one breast.

   "Beautiful!  You have beautiful breasts, Gianna."

   "Are they too little, Mikey?"

   "Anything over a mouthful's wasted."

   "Would you do that, put your mouth on them, I mean?  I want you to."

   I nodded and then reached down to my shorts and unzipped and let them
fall to the floor.  I didn't have on any underwear.  My dick started to
raise its head and look around for something to get into.  I stood on one
foot and took off one sock, repeated on the other leg, and I was naked in
front of her.  I spread my legs a little and let her look.  My dick stood
up and looked at her.  My balls just hung there like they weren't involved.
I could hear her breathing.

   She took off her socks first, then her shorts, and stood there for a
moment with her thumbs hooked in her panties.  She hesitated and I didn't
know why because I'd seen her naked before lots of times.  Then she pulled
down and shimmied and held her panties out to me.  I took them, held them
to my nose, sniffed loudly a few times, and grinned at her.  She grinned
back.  I realized I had smelled something different so I held them to my
nose and sniffed again.  Was that what an aroused woman smelled like?  Did
she want me to smell her like that?

   I held her hand and we walked naked from my room to the bathroom.  Our
shower wasn't a shower stall like modern houses have.  We had an old
claw-footed iron bathtub with a shower curtain hanging from an oval-shaped
aluminum ring.  As far as I knew it had been used by only one person at a
time since we moved in.  There wasn't much room for two.

   She tucked her hair in a shower cap and grinned at me.  My hair was
almost as long as hers but I usually let it get wet, even if I wasn't going
to shampoo it.  She picked up another shower cap and held it out to me.  I
shook my head side to side.  She shook her head up and down and smiled at
me.  I bent over and she put it on my head and tucked my long hair under
it.

   I held her hand and let her step in first.  She bent over immediately
and turned the hot and cold handles.  I stepped in behind her and looked
down at her beautiful behind and thought about doing things that I knew I
shouldn't.  She finally got the water the temp she wanted it and turned the
lever to make it go up to the shower.  I quickly put my hand over the
shower head.  The first little bit of the water was always left over from
the previous use and was cold.  She squealed when a little sprayed her.

   When she turned around, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her
close with my penis pressed against her belly.  We shuffled around and
around in a circle letting the warm water wet us all over and then stopped
moving and stood there pressed against each other, my hands on her butt,
hers on mine.  I closed my eyes and held her in my arms and I was at peace.
I knew we were going to do some naughty stuff but I also knew I wasn't
going to fuck her.

   "May I wash you?" I asked.

   "Yes, if you'll let me wash you."

   I washed her slowly and gently with a soapy cloth.  I washed her face
and then let her rinse it off.  Her nipples stood out when I washed her
breasts.  I moved lower and washed between her legs and I didn't know how
to do it but she didn't complain.  When I dropped the cloth and used my
fingers she moaned softly.  I picked up the cloth, turned her around, and
washed her behind.  She pulled her cheeks apart and I dropped the cloth
again and she really moaned when I pushed my finger against her pucker.  I
knelt and looked at her pussy while I washed her legs.  She put her hands
on my shoulders and held on.

   Then it was her turn to wash me, face, arms, chest, belly, back, dick
and balls and she rubbed too much and I wanted to do something to her, then
my butt with my cheeks apart and she dropped the cloth and gave me the
finger and made me moan, then legs, finally feet while I held on to her
shoulders and lifted one foot at a time.

   I pulled back the curtain and grabbed a towel and wiped her dry.  She
used the same towel on me.  Hand in hand, smiling like naughty children, we
tip-toed to her room.  Inside, she dropped my hand, ran a few steps, and
threw herself on her bed.

   She flipped over, smiled an invitation at me, spread her long legs, and
used her fingers to pull the outer lips of her pussy apart.  In all the
years of seeing her, I'd never seen what she was showing me, all pink and
wet and mysterious and somewhere there was a place where my dick could go
in her.  I stood and looked at her.

   "Don't, Gianna," I whispered.

   She looked at me quizzically, frowned, turned on her side, covered her
face with her hands, drew her legs up, and started crying.  I didn't
understand.  I went to her, pulled her hands away from her face, and held
her and kissed her on the cheek.

   "What's wrong?" I whispered into her ear.

   "You...you don't want to look at me," she said.  "Am I ugly, you know,
down there?"

   "No, no, no, Gianna.  You're beautiful.  You're beautiful all over. 
You're beautiful between your legs, your face is beautiful, your pussy is
beautiful too, you're beautiful everywhere.  Don't cry."

   "Then why did you frown at me?"

   "Because I wanted to fuck you, dummy.  I've never seen anything more
beautiful and it made me want to do things we said we weren't going to do."

   "But I wanted you to see me."

   "Gianna, you're not a little girl anymore.  You're a woman, a beautiful
young woman and you've got a power over men that you don't realize yet.  If
Dad had seen you like that, legs spread, pussy all red and pink and wide
open, he would have got a big boner and he would have wanted to fuck you.
That's built into men, Gianna.  That's what we are.  I wanted to fuck you
and pump a gallon of my baby makers into your little pussy and knock you
up. You don't understand how desirable you are and how you can affect men."

   "I'm sorry, Mikey," she whispered.  "I didn't mean to be bad."

   "Gianna, you're not bad.  You're just a woman who wants a man to love
her and fuck her.  We've just got to keep it under control and not go too
far."

   I sat there on the side of her bed, one foot on the floor, body turned
away from her so my penis didn't touch her, and held her and squeezed her
and loved her.  Damn, I loved her.  I breathed deeply and tried to resist
the desire to fuck her and finally it subsided and I pulled back and looked
at her.  She looked up at me, face all perfect and shining and beautiful
without any makeup, eyes wet with tears.  I leaned over, eyes open, and
kissed her gently on her eyes and then on her lips.

   "You used your hand on me, Gianna, you and Alex," I said.  "May I use my
fingers on you?  Show me how to make you come.  I need to learn."

   She nodded and I moved on her bed beside her.  She put one arm behind my
back.  I unfolded her and coaxed her to straighten her legs and part them
slightly.

   "Gianna, I want you to close your eyes and let me play with you.  You
may tell me if I'm doing something you like.  Say I like that, Mikey, but
nothing else.  Well, maybe you can say something else when you're coming.
Can you do that?"

   She nodded and I started.  I leaned over and kissed her softly and
gently over all her face, her forehead, chin, eyes, ear on one side, and
her mouth last.  When I kissed her on her lips, she opened them, and stuck
her tongue out just a little.  I pulled back and waited.  She closed her
mouth.  I leaned over and kissed her again, just lips to lips.  Then I
licked her lips with just the tip of my tongue.  She smiled.  I licked
again.  She smiled wider.

   I slid my hand up her side, cupped her breast in my hand, and caught the
little nipple between finger and thumb.  At the same time, I kissed her
again, forced her lips apart with my tongue, and pushed into her mouth. 
She pulled back a little and then surrendered and we played with our
tongues.  At the same time, I pinched and released her nipple and she
squirmed.

   That's all we did for a while.  She reached down and tried to put her
hand around my penis but I pulled away.  I wanted to do her.  I didn't want
her to do me yet.  I kissed her and played with her breasts until she
moaned into my open mouth.

   After a while, I moved down a little beside her and took her nipple into
my mouth.  At the same time, I moved my hand down between her legs and
cupped it over her pussy.  I sucked on her little nipple and teased her
pussy and finally used my finger to separate her little lips.  I felt her
all hot and wet and I moved my index finger back and slid it into her
vagina.  She had told me she didn't think she had a cherry anymore because
her tampons and some other stuff, her words, had taken care of it.  I think
she did something deliberately.  She was hot and wet and juicy inside.  She
moaned and then said, "I like that, Mikey."

   I knew where her clitoris was.  Book learning.  I knew I should touch it
to bring her to orgasm.  I didn't touch it.  I just sucked on her nipple,
twirled my finger around and around in her hot juicy pussy, and waited.  I
knew it was supposed to be like winding a spring tighter and tighter and
then finally releasing it.  I sucked and finger-fucked and kept doing it.

   I hoped she was ready.  I slid another finger into her vagina, moved my
two fingers around for a second, and then pulled them out and slid them up
between her little lips to where her clitoris was supposed to be.  I found
it, just a hard little bump, and rubbed a circle around it with my fingers,
just lightly touching it.  She moaned and I moved my fingers back down into
her pussy as far as I could go and wiggled them around in her hot flesh and
then moved back to her clitoris and rubbed it for a while with the pads of
two fingers.  She moaned something and I pushed my fingers back down in her
pussy and then I felt her contractions.  Damn, it worked just like I had
hoped.  She moaned, "I like that, Mikey."

   I lay there beside her slowly, oh, so slowly stroking my penis.  I
wanted her to do me but I didn't want to hurry her.  After a while, she
rolled off the other side of the bed and left the room.  I listened to her
peeing and I knew she had not shut the door to the bathroom.  Then I heard
water running and a minute later she came back.  She was carrying something
in both hands: a bottle of baby oil, a washcloth, and a small towel.

   She straddled me with her butt toward my face and I wondered why.  I
felt her anoint my little head with oil and then smear it all over my dick.
She turned and handed the bottle to me; I sat it down beside the bed.  She
cupped one hand under my balls and used the other to slide the skin on my
dick up and down.  She'd jacked me off twice before and now, third time,
she was doing it just the way I liked it.

   Probably less than a minute passed before my balls emptied themselves
somewhere and I managed to whisper, "I like that, Gianna." She kept
stroking, slower now, and my penis became too sensitive.  I reached around
and held her arm still.  A minute or so later, she reversed her position so
she was facing me, still straddling my middle.  I looked down and saw my
semen running down from her throat, between her breasts, down over her
stomach, into her pubic hair.  She rubbed it all over her breasts and
smiled at me.  I handed her the wet washcloth.

   "You come a lot, Mikey," she said.  "It squirts out so far and so much
and I like to feel it all hot and wet on me."

   "That was a two-day load, Gianna," I said.  "I didn't jack off
yesterday."

   Afterwards, we lay there in her queen-size bed side by side with our
long legs spread wide and her left ankle over my right.  For the first time
I was naked in bed with a woman and it felt good to be with her.  She was
trying to catch my big toe with her toes and I was wiggling my foot to
evade her.  We were both watching the battle.

   "Mikey, are you going to tell Alex what we just did."

   "No, you are.  And besides, I'm not through yet."

   "You want me to tell her?"

   "Sure.  I'm not ashamed of what we've done.  She's learned a little with
Azee.  Maybe she learned a little more when the two of you jacked me off.
She can learn about guys with Azee.  We all need to learn about ourselves,
about sex, about the other sex.  I'm not jealous of Azee.  She loves him, I
mean them.  They're a lot like us."

   "Mikey, you remember one night last week when you were studying at your
desk and I came in your room and got in your bed?"

   "Yeah, what about it?"

   "I was in my room and I didn't want to be by myself.  I came in here and
got in your bed.  I had a book and I was reading.  Once in a while I'd look
up and watch you studying.  You didn't have on anything but boxer shorts
and your hair was all messed up and I thought about how beautiful you are
and how much I love you."

   "Well, what about it?  I love you too."

   "I know.  Once you looked up and saw me watching you and your eyes just
lit up and you smiled just a little bit at me.  You didn't say anything but
I could see your love for me in your face.  I felt better, not so lonesome,
like everything was alright, and I started reading again."

   "Where are you going with this?"

   "Mikey, Alex can't see your face.  She will never be able to see your
face and I feel sorry for her.  If she could see what I see, the love in
your face, she would feel like I do, like you're her man and you really
love her.  You're going to have to show her your love in other ways."

   "Like what?"

   "Your voice, your fingertips on her face, your lips on hers, your hand
on her arm, your arm around her waist, lots of ways a man can show his love
for a woman.  You need to think about how you can show you love her.  If
you marry her, you're going to be responsible for her and you've got to
make sure she knows she's loved.  It won't be easy."

   "Yeah, I know.  I'm not sure I'm good enough at stuff like that."

   "You can be.  I know what's in your heart.  I know you've always loved
me.  You are just going to have to be aware of her need to be loved and do
your best with her.  Love is blind but there are lots of ways you can show
you love her."

   "Well, right now, I'd like to show you I love you.  It's something we've
never done before."

   "What?"

   "You and Alex used your hands on something between my legs.  I'd like to
use my mouth and tongue on something between yours."

   "Mikey, my pussy's a mess.  Somebody got it all juicy and smeared it all
around.  It's gross."

   "Shit, it's not.  I want to."

   "Yeah, I want you to do it but why do you want to?"

   "Gianna, I've never done that with a woman.  You said yourself I need to
learn to show Alex I love her.  Don't you think that's a good way to show I
love her?  Now, let me learn with you.  Just don't pull my hair, OK?"

   Those were the last words either of us said for a while.  I rolled over
on my side and pushed her down on her back.  I took her hand and put it on
my swollen penis and then fucked her hand until my dick was hard again.

   It's difficult to talk with somebody else's tongue in your mouth.  I had
once worried about how to kiss a girl and whether she would like what I
did. With Gianna, it was easy.  I was slow and gentle kissing her but I was
persistent with my mouth on hers until we were rebreathing each other's
breath.  When I was little, I thought it was gross when two people kissed
and swapped saliva but with Gianna it wasn't gross.  It was hot and my dick
liked it a lot.

   I was also slow and gentle with my mouth and hands on her breasts but I
was persistent until she began to squirm to try to get away.  I tried to
get all of one breast in my mouth at once but couldn't.  Maybe she liked it
better when I was sucking on her hard little nipples.

   I was the same way when I moved my mouth down to her belly button.  When
she was fourteen, she had begged Mom and Dad to let her put some jewelry in
her belly button.  I think they were about to give in when I said she
couldn't do it because it would be like putting a nose ring on the Mona
Lisa.

   Finally, I moved downward until I was kneeling at the foot of her bed. I
leaned over, gently pushed her legs apart, and kissed her between the two
halves of her split mound.  I pulled back and looked at it.  It was so
damned simple, just two soft mounds on each side, almost hairless, and I
wasn't surprised because Mom and Gianna and I didn't have much hair down
below except for a patch above our good parts.  I liked the little crease
down the middle with a little shaft at the top and two little lips below
which were tucked back under the shaft.  I knew that was where her clitoris
was hidden.  I knew enough from books that I could somehow cause it to
become erect and creep out from under the joined lips and shaft, just like
the head of my dick was exposed when I pulled down on my foreskin.

   But it was also so damned mysterious and magic.  Why did my dick feel so
full to bursting just from looking at it?  Why did my heart begin to beat
faster?  Why did I want to lick the two little lips apart and then bury my
dick to the depths inside her?

   I used my thumbs and pulled the soft mounds apart and the little lips
parted too.  Her pussy was all red and coral and wet looking.  I blew on it
and she squirmed.  I bent over and licked it.  The taste went through my
mouth and straight to my penis.  The smell went through my nose and lungs
and then downward.  I licked her in long licks from back where her vagina
was and up over all the red flesh and then to where the little lips met.  I
looked.  No clitoris.  I pulled apart and licked up repeatedly and finally
the little red devil crept out of hiding.  I sucked it and licked it and
didn't let it go back in hiding.  When she came, she had two hands full of
hair and she tried to pull me baldheaded.

   We rested and I wondered if we were through for the night.  Gianna was
perhaps satisfied with two groaning orgasms and I was ambivalent about
having only one.  I was hoping she would give me another and I was about to
ask when she decided on her own.

   She moved around on her bed and ended up lying half across me with her
head on my stomach.  She took my hard penis in her hand and began to slide
the skin up and down.  My penis liked that.  It woke up and swiftly saluted
her face.  I assumed she wanted a close-up view of the action but I didn't
want to come in her face unless that was what she wanted.

   "Gianna, don't jack me off with your face down there.  You'll get a face
full of something."

   "What, Mikey?  You've already come one gallon.  I don't think there can
be much more in your balls."

   "Don't say I didn't warn you."

   I relaxed and closed my eyes and was just getting into it when she
surprised me.  She moved her head and I felt her lick the head of my penis
and then take it in her mouth.

   "You're going to get a big mouth full.  I warn you."

   She took her mouth off and said, "Oh, pooh."

   Between hand moving up and down and mouth sucking and tongue licking, I
didn't last long."

   "GIANNA!"

   She moved her mouth off, said, "WHAT?" and I gave her what I had
promised, a face full of semen.

   She jerked upright, looked at me, looked back down at my penis, looked
at me, grinned, and stuck her tongue out at me.  I lay there looking at her
with my semen all over her face and her grinning down at me.  She licked
her lips, licked her cheek on one side, and caught something drooling down.
She lifted her head, mimicked savoring something she liked, and swallowed.

   "It's OK," she said.  "Next time warn me before you come."

   Afterwards I spooned up to her in her bed, both of us still naked, my
hand on her breast, her hand on top of mine holding it there, my right leg
over her left, my swollen but satisfied dick nestled in the warm place
between her legs.  All the lights were off except for a night-light.  I was
ready to go to sleep.

   "Mikey, don't you think it's time you went back to your own room?  Mom
and Dad will be home soon?"

   "Why?  They never come up here at night."

   "They might?"

   "You don't love me anymore."

   "Yes, I do.  Would you bring me my clothes from your room?  They don't
need to see all my clothes scattered around your room."

   "OK.  In a minute."

   "Are my breasts really nice?  And Alex's?"

   "Yeah, you both are nice.  You both have a nice pair."

   "But don't guys like big ones?"

   "Yeah, like Margaret's.  She's got a nice set of knockers.  I'd like to
suck on them."

   "Oooh, I'm going to tell Alex what you said."

   "Go ahead.  If you do, I'll never lick your pussy again."

   "I won't."

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