Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: David's New Life
Part: Chapter 1 of 6
Universe: Doppelganger
Summary: A young man follows his older sister's example
to learn that lust and love can involve more than one
other person.
Keywords: mf, oral
Language: English
Copyright: 2010
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Prologue :
Kaitlyn Norton, usually known as Katie, was discovered
fooling around with her friend Tyler by Tina, the female
relation of Justin - one of their classmates.
What had seemed a disastrous meeting turned out instead
to be the beginning of not one or two but three wonderful
friendships as another girl Leslie joined them and ended
up falling in love with Tyler as Katie fell for Justin.
Rather than simply pairing off, they continued with their
teenage orgies of discovery in the basement of Katie's
house, unaware at first that Katie's younger brother
David had built a bug that allowed him to listen in on
their lusty activities.
When Leslie was seen kissing Tyler in public by a
homophobic ex-friend Ainslie, the group banded together
and sought David's electrical expertise to find a way to
get back at the malicious Ainslie. They had succeeded
and Ainslie had found herself in more trouble than she
had made for the lesbian couple.
Keeping an electronic ear out to avoid any backlash from
Ainslie the group were horrified to find she was being
abused by one of her father's friends. Once again David
had helped and they had made an uneasy peace with Ainslie
by rescuing her and potentially her younger sisters as
well.
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A review of the main characters from the Doppelganger
Universe.
The Norton's - (parents) Wesley and Michelle
Kaitlyn or Katie 16,
David 15
The Roger's - Malcolm and Bernice
Justin 16 Katie's boyfriend
Tina 16 Justin's "twin" sister but they
are thought by most to be cousins
The Waters' - Megan
Tyler 17
The Frost's - Edward and Vivien
Leslie 16, almost 17
Deborah 14
The Weston's - Clay
Ainslie 16, almost 17
Sophie 15
Jill 13
The Villain - Richie Oldes - now defeated!
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"Thank you." Ainslie's sentiment was genuine, its
expression unforced and accepted generously. "Is there
anything I can do to repay you?"
Katie responded to Ainslie's thanks on behalf of the five
of them.
"We don't need repaying, though we do appreciate the
offer; we couldn't let that bastard continue. There is
one thing you *COULD* do if you want but it's only a
suggestion." She paused.
"My brother is a wiz at making electronic doodads and
helped us get the info on Ritchie, though he doesn't know
anything about him particularly or why we needed it; and
especially not that it had anything to do with you."
Ainslie wondered where this was going.
"We planned on rewarding him for a job well done but, if
you wish, you could do that instead. The Freshman 'End
of Year' Dance is coming up; I know that's not something
you or we would normally be involved with. David is
going and I know he likes you. He hasn't got a date yet
and I wondered if you would consider going with him?"
(He likes me? I think I know who he is but when has he
even noticed me?)
"He's not unattractive and he's not a jerk", Leslie
added. "I would go but he's not likely to ask me or
Tyler."
Katie added, "Tina has said she will if you don't want to
but I think he would rather it was you. I know it's not
just the cred he might get by bringing an older date. He
does think you're attractive. Sorry, now it sounds like
we're pressuring you."
Ainslie was silent for a while. "I'll think about it.
Get him to ask me himself and I'll see." She looked at
Leslie and Tyler. "Sorry"
They understood. It was only a little but it was enough
and it was never too late. Things would never be
comfortable between them again - they couldn't be sure
Ainslie wouldn't revert and Ainslie couldn't accept their
behaviour - it was more they agreed to simply disagree
which really was all Leslie and Tyler had wanted from the
start.
-----
"I *AM* serious! Just trust me and ask Ainslie to be
your date."
"You're not yanking my chain are you? Why would she be
interested in me? And when have you and she been so
pally for you to find out? Why do you think she's all
okay after what she did to Tyler and Leslie? You're not
using me to get her into more trouble are you?"
"I don't want more trouble for Ainslie and I don't think
she wants to make any more trouble for us. In fact, you
should forget all about it *AND* about the first bugs you
made. Don't mention either to Ainslie though she has
some idea about the latest ones."
That puzzled David. He had thought they had been further
tools in an ongoing quest to bring Ainslie down. Maybe
he should take his sister's advice.
-----
"Thank you for asking. Yes, I'll go with you."
Nine small words. Okay, perhaps ten, be a pedant! Nine
words that committed Ainslie to spending an evening with
someone maybe seventeen or eighteen months her junior - a
big gap at their ages but for some reason acceptable when
the other way around. She wondered if the others
intention had been to humiliate her; if so they would be
disappointed. She had been shunned to a large degree by
her own classmates on her return to school - what could
be more humiliating than what had already happened to
her.
Their own dance would not be a pleasant evening for her
so why shouldn't she enjoy herself with a less critical
group. At least she wouldn't have to spend the evening
trying to get her former friends to stay near her long
enough to talk to them; the younger students might at
least do that much!
The boy, Katie's brother ... (David! She had to
remember) wasn't bad to look at - Leslie had at least
spoken the truth there - and he had filled out more than
many in his class. He at least looked as though he was
old enough to partner her. He was a bit geeky, but spoke
nicely and with a reasonable show of confidence - neither
cocky nor petrified about asking for a date from someone
who might have been less than cordial in her rejection.
Certainly there were plenty of boys in her own classes
who would have acted stupidly, trying to impress her. It
had put her off most of them a couple of years ago and
the months expecting Ritchie to return hadn't made it any
easier to find someone. How could you get close to a
boyfriend if you might have to turn him away when you
couldn't bear his touch because of something someone else
was doing to you?
No, an evening in David's (D-a-v-i-d, *DAVID*!) company
seemed a very small price to pay for her freedom from
that fear, for herself or for her sisters. She wondered
how her sister Sophie would react to the news she was
going to the dance with David; she shared most of her
classes with him.
-----
The teacher's had grading meetings scheduled for the
Friday afternoon of the dance so the whole school was
given the afternoon off. It gave the girls who were
attending time to primp themselves up (for some reason
the boys required far less effort) and meant the
supervising teachers and parents didn't have to give up
yet another weekend evening.
David's father drove him to pick up his date. To David's
relief, after a polite hello he acted as the
inconspicuous chauffeur rather then the interfering Dad.
Wesley Norton could remember when his own father took him
and his date to a school dance, he hadn't met his wife
Michelle then - she didn't appear on the scene for four
more years and then it took another one before they
started dating - but he had fond memories of the night,
and some "interesting" dates with the girl over the
following weeks.
As he looked at the girl accompanying his son in the rear
view mirror he couldn't help thinking how nice it would
be to have her in his arms, to fondle that nice young
body and to learn about love all over again. He shook
his head; he really was just the dirty old man Michelle
gratefully complained he was. The girl was far too young
for him to even fantasize about though she did look older
than his son's fifteen years. He hoped they had a "nice"
time.
"Ainslie's father is picking us up", said David as they
got out of the car. "Thanks for bringing us."
"Okay then. Have fun. Nice to meet you Ainslie."
He pulled out from the curb, careful to avoid the many
pedestrians and the arriving and departing traffic.
"Well, not much notice but maybe Shelley would like a
nice evening out with her D-O-M."
---
To Ainslie's surprise she did have fun.
Her sister didn't object to her presence and the other
girl's followed Sophie's lead. The boys obviously
thought it was cool to have an older girl as a partner
and the attention they directed towards Ainslie was the
only thing likely to have marred the other girls'
attitude. Fortunately all blame was directed at the boys
themselves.
As in any such group of pre-legal teens, some of the
students had brought flasks or flat bottles of spirits
with them. Only a couple had been detected by the
teachers who had done exactly the same thing when they
were younger so had no doubts whatsoever what was causing
the suspicious bulges. They had to make a show of
controlling the underage drinking and selected those
students who had caused them grief in one way or another
throughout the year to be the token sacrifices.
Generally confiscation was sufficient punishment, the
teachers being generous in their leniency. "I'll let you
off with a warning *THIS* time but if you step out of
line again you'll have to deal with this as well!"
How the student's could afford some of the excellent
scotch or drink some of the garbage they found was beyond
them. The teachers even managed to sample a little of it
then and there - purely to check that they hadn't accused
the students unjustly; it might just be cordial in the
bottle.
The smarter boys, and the girls who weren't about to be
left out of things, had *THEIR* alcohol strapped to the
girls' legs. There were a few longer gowns but even the
shorter dresses could hide a flask or two if the girls
had something to hold to the front or to the side. A
couple were walking like cowboys back from a day in the
saddle and one clinked each time she walked because the
twin bottles had shifted between her legs.
Garters were apparently in that year - and not only for
concealing the drinks. An attractive flash of
contrasting coloured satin and lace tended to draw the
boys eyes when the garters appeared on a carefully
crossed leg or through a daringly slit gown. They were
also useful later on in the evening when the girls could
adjust their position to establish the limits to which
their escorts wandering hands were permitted to explore.
Though David hadn't brought any booze himself, his
friends were generous and he shared a few mixes with
Ainslie; it was more reassuring for the girls to know
their dates were drinking from the same cups. There were
infrequent but cautionary instances of date rape drugs
being administered and that way the girls didn't have
quite as much to worry about. They shared the drinks but
Ainslie always seemed much thirstier than he was.
With her father inclined to hit the bottle Ainslie had
eschewed alcohol for other forms of intoxication; she
didn't like smoking so weed had also been a turn off.
Instead an outing with her friends had introduced her to
ecstasy; she had been an instant convert. She couldn't
always get out to the raves and parties so had hoarded
her money and bought several tablets which had been
hidden for her personal use when the time seemed right.
Their inexplicable appearance at school and the
subsequent hassles had meant she had no further
opportunities for that temptation. The offer of a spiked
soft drink had seemed an attractive and sociable
alternative. It had made the dance seem more sociable as
well.
David had shared her cup, imbibing a little but,
sensitive to his parents' displeasure if he was caught,
he had exercised more restraint and had missed the buzz
Ainslie and some of the others had shared.
Ainslie had a good time; she danced, she talked, she
laughed. It was quite a change from the last few weeks
of her life. David was nice enough though she didn't see
him as serious material for at least a couple more years.
Sophie might do so; Ainslie hadn't found out what she
really thought of him. Sophie had been asked weeks ago,
popular enough that her date didn't want to miss his
chance.
When the dance was drawing to a close the last numbers
were deliberately slower with the lighting far more
subdued. The older students were allowed more leeway and
their dances were held in almost pitch blackness with
strobe lighting and laser effects providing enough
illumination to see who you were with or where you were
going. This crowd were under the teachers' more watchful
eye. Like the alcohol, they knew what boys and girls
were capable of getting up to and letting that go
unchecked could have more serious effects than a
hangover.
As the lights dimmed David held Ainslie closer, enjoying
the feel of her body nestling against his without trying
to crush the life out of her. Her breasts were softly
squishy against his chest, her cheek rested against his
shoulder and her arms circled David's neck as his hands
rested on her hipbones, fingers spread over her waist.
David hadn't tried to kiss Ainslie though others around
the room were taking the opportunity to try to inflame
their partner's passions before they had to leave. It
just hadn't seemed that sort of a date. Ainslie had been
warm and friendly but there hadn't been the sort of
persistent eye contact that indicated she wanted him. He
wasn't hurt, nor really disappointed.
He had asked her out because, when his sister had hinted
Ainslie might accept, it seemed an interesting idea; he
had been too late asking a couple of the girls he might
have found interesting (without being sure if they would
have said yes) and couldn't decide among the remaining
girls likely to be available (likewise). None of his
classmates or acquaintances had given him any reason to
believe they were waiting for his call, none really stood
out as being worth calling.
It wasn't a physical thing, though those with a great
figure had tended to already have someone and were
presumed "asked" for months before. At fifteen, many of
the girls were still girlish rather than womanly and the
boys often infantile. That their bodies, and hormones,
were often racing ahead of their brains was just a fact
of teenage life.
Ainslie had at least the combination of good looks, a
good body and a couple of added years maturity to make
her a worthwhile date. He only hoped he hadn't made too
many blunders that would have offended her and made her
wish she had said "No" when he had asked for the date.
He didn't think he had messed up but he could understand
that a fifteen year old boy and a sixteen or seventeen
year old girl would see things differently.
He had tried to act more maturely than some of his
companions.
If anyone had bothered to ask Ainslie she would have told
them he had succeeded; she had been impressed.
---
When Ainslie left the hall with David in the midst of a
crowd of raucous students at the end of the night the
cool air made her head suddenly spin.
"Oh boy!" she muttered under her breath while trying not
to show how light-headed she felt. It was one thing for
the students to sneak a little alcohol into a dance -
that was a tradition that the teachers knew about and
tried to downplay - it was something totally different to
pass out or throw up especially in front of all the
parents arriving to pick up their little darlings. As
one of the oldest present Ainslie knew it wouldn't be the
younger ones who would be blamed if she was drunk, and
after her other woes she didn't need any more trouble at
school. She took a deep breath and steadied herself.
"Funny though", she thought, "other than the spinning
which settled down pretty well straight away, I don't
feel any different." She brushed her hand over the top
of her head; she could feel her hair - each individual
filament - as it bunched up.
Sophie had gone home with her date's father, preferring
to share his company rather than crowd into her own
father's car with him, David, and Ainslie. Ainslie,
sorry she had let her father insist on coming for them,
waited patiently with David as other cars came and went.
They talked quietly, initially with others but then just
the two of them, until Ainslie realised her father had
let her down yet again. She mentally kicked herself
though he had been better lately - almost reliable; good
enough that she had taken him at his word.
"We'd better walk. It's not that far and you can call
your Dad from there if my father's not able to take you
home." Though she emphasised the word "able" to herself
David didn't notice anything special.
In fact David didn't mind the opportunity to spend some
more time at Ainslie's side. She was good enough company
and he was male enough to appreciate her femininity. As
they walked through the quite streets the conversation
turned to each other's interests. It was much easier
without the music and other people around.
They had only gone a block or so when Ainslie's foot,
encased in a shoe that wasn't really designed for hiking,
found an irregularity in the concrete pavement. That
would have made her stumble even without the effect of
the whiskey. Under the circumstances she had no hope of
stopping herself hitting the ground.
David caught her as she plunged forward, one hand seizing
her arm as his other arm provided a buffer that halted
her and then lowered her gently the last few centimetres.
Ainslie turned and took both of David's hands in hers as
he helped her to her feet.
"Wow. Great reflexes. Looks like I have to thank you
for saving me all over again."
"Saving *YOU*? I don't understand?"
"You made some devices recently for your sister and her
friends didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Well they were helping me. So I suppose I have you to
thank, right?"
They had been simply walking side by side before but now
Ainslie took David's hand and kept hold as they walked
on.
She volunteered no further information and David, though
puzzled, sensibly took advantage of the increased
intimacy without asking questions that might make the
moment awkward. When they had to let go briefly to
navigate their way around some bins left by the sidewalk,
David firstly took hold of Ainslie's elbow instead and
then slipped his arm around her waist instead of taking
hold of her hand again. Ainslie made no complaint,
putting her arm behind his back as well.
It took them twenty five minutes; twenty five minutes in
which to get comfortable with each other, in which to
find new attractions, in which to awaken desires that had
lain not quite dormant in either of them.
And when they got there, there was still no sign of
Ainslie's father or of his car.
Ainslie ushered David into the house and they found
Sophie getting ready for bed. There was a brief squeal -
outrage combined with acute embarrassment - and some
hurried activity as she disappeared into her room.
Sophie hadn't been quite dressed to receive guests!
Ainslie left David to peer curiously around the lounge
room while she asked her sister if she had any news.
"Sophie said Dad had a minor prang. He's okay but the
wheel is no good and he has to wait for a tow truck. If
he leaves it where it is there won't be anything left by
morning. Sorry. You'll have to ask if your Dad minds
picking you up."
Sophie had also indicated that he had only called their
younger sister just before Sophie had gotten home. He
expected to be an hour or so then. Ainslie had said her
goodnights and left Sophie to crash.
"Perhaps I could stay the night?" David thought the
words but they remained unspoken. Instead he picked up
the phone and dialled a familiar number.
"I'll just get out of this dress." Ainslie had liked her
appearance in the stylish gown - almost as much as David
and the male portion of his class - but her feet hurt
from walking home and she needed to get into something
she could relax in.
When she took off the dress she noticed her deodorant
hadn't lasted the hours the advertising said it would and
decided she had time to dash through the shower as well.
She was going to have to before bed and it would be
better to make her guest wait rather than inflict her
sweaty presence upon him.
She had just turned the water off when David hung up the
phone. He had been unsuccessful.
First of all he had waited for the phone to be answered.
It had nearly rung out before his sister Katie picked it
up, only to explain that, with the change in plans about
the pick up, their parents had gone out for the evening
while Katie had entertained her friends in the basement.
That helped explain why the phone hadn't been answered.
"We can walk over together and get you", she offered.
"No. It's not far. I'll be right."
---
David tapped quietly on the bathroom door. Ainslie
opened it in loose tracksuit top and pants; she towelled
the dampness from her hair. It was quite a change from
Debutante Barbie but she conveyed a sensuality he was
beginning to appreciate as he encountered more girls on a
personal level.
"Sorry. Just freshening up."
"Looks like I have to walk home. My parents are out as
well."
Ainslie looked the youth over again. He really wasn't
bad looking and it had been nice when he had put his arms
around her, both on the dance floor and on the way home.
Suddenly she felt lonely. She had never felt all that
comfortable around boys - she didn't want to have to
bring them home to meet a drunken father, let alone her
other complications. As a result she had spurned their
advances until no-one advanced any more.
To have had the sincere if not overtly romantic attention
of a male for the whole evening had made her feel wanted
and she didn't want the feeling to end. David was still
here and she was eager to take advantage of the
situation. It was so different from her recent
experiences in the house.
"You could stay for a little while though? You don't
*HAVE* to leave right away?"
Since she had discarded her towel and then crossed her
fingers behind his neck while she talked, David could
think of no reason he had to be out of the door sooner
rather than later. The smart-assed rejoinder "Not for a
week or so" became an irrelevant "No..." as his words
were cut off by Ainslie's lips. He returned the pressure
as he wrapped his arms around her.
Standing in the bathroom doorway when either of her
sisters were just as likely to get up wasn't a
particularly good idea so Ainslie dragged David down the
corridor to her room.
David realised his opportunities had increased but was
cognizant that too hasty an approach might quickly lead
to them vanishing, probably permanently. He let Ainslie
set the speed and guide the course while quite happily
exploring within the boundaries she was slowly extending.
Ainslie didn't take long to expand them past a little lip
lock. Her teeth parted and her tongue brushed over
David's lips; he responded by extending the quivering tip
of his own to press her tongue back into her mouth before
it followed. His hand held the back of Ainslie's head so
their mouths were more firmly aligned and the kissing got
even more passionate.
David had only limited experience kissing but Ainslie had
little more. Films provided the idea of what was
expected and their bodies reactions guided them through a
mutually enjoyable and indeed very stimulating practise
session.
So enjoyable that by the time they broke for air Ainslie
was grinding her pubes against David's. Ainslie could
feel the hardness trapped inside David's pants and his
slow approach made her feel like she was in control. She
liked the idea that kissing her was exciting to him,
exciting enough that he had a boner in his pants. She
had wondered if she could make him come while they stood
there and was rubbing herself against him, unfortunately
arousing herself as much as she did him.
It was all so different from that bastard Ritchie. *HE*
had come into her room unasked and had demanded
satisfaction. David had shared a tender kiss and had
responded at her pace when she had relocated them. She
was overjoyed that her troubles seemed to finally be over
and appreciated that David was entitled to her thanks
rather than her teasing.
She decided to reward him properly; it would allow her to
find out whether Ritchie had made it impossible for her
to physically love someone. Kissing seemed no problem
but then Ritchie hadn't bothered with kisses.
Ainslie's hand moved down to cover the lump that had been
rubbing her. David flinched at her touch, startled by
the unexpected contact rather than due to any pain or
distaste for the person involved.
"Huh?" He wasn't that shy, nor did he wish to avoid her
touch - his surprise seemed to come out sounding like a
question rather than a grunt. Ainslie answered anyway.
"I thought I might reward you properly for your part in
my 'rescue'." She continued to rub his "part" which
seemed to be getting bigger at each pass.
"Thank you, it's nice." It sounded lame even as he
spoke.
If Ainslie was feeling generous he wondered if she would
let him have what he really wanted.
---
While David hadn't had any opportunity to gain more
personal experience, he hadn't been idle since his
"visit" to the basement and had traded equipment,
expertise and some edited tapes for purloined porno mags
and videos and a comprehensive and colourfully
illustrated guide to the arts (and apparently near
infinite positions) of love. His studies had left him,
and the bathroom, occupied for hours at a time.
The "reward" granted him by his sister and her friends
for his first efforts had been instructive. Their deeds
had shown him that sex was and should be fun; that lust
was better shared than a solitary occupation and that it
was possible to have multiple partners without there
necessarily being possessiveness and jealousy. It had
also given him an opportunity to find out how nice
pussies smelled and tasted - and his neighbourhood
eavesdropping had shown him that muff-diving was a
popular pastime in many households.
He therefore paid particular attention to descriptions of
technique and the portrayal of such activities in
magazine and film. The result may have been skewed by
the cinematic requirements but in the end David had the
knowledge to be an accomplished pussy eater. He just
hadn't had an opportunity to apply that knowledge.
---
A hand job - he could provide that himself. A blowjob -
well he *HAD* had one (or five depending on how you
counted) and it was nice, and not to be knocked back.
Still David figured, if he could eat pussy properly then
blowjobs were likely to be plentiful.
"Er, what I meant to say was, your touch is nice but
there is something I would really like if you did want to
reward me. Could I please taste your pussy?"
Ainslie was taken aback. When he had asked if he could
do something *HE* wanted she had only enough time to
think that maybe he, and perhaps all males, was no
different to Ritchie. Then the nature of his request
became apparent and she wound back the conversation and
replayed it in her head; it duplicated in many ways his
own deliberation.
Rubbing his prick - well that wasn't unusual for a date.
Sucking it wasn't odd for a seriously dating couple or
after something special like a formal school dance - at
least that's what she had heard. She might have worried
that David would boast about her blowing him if she
hadn't had the drinks earlier, now it didn't enter her
head. Besides, plenty of other girls were presumed to be
having sexual contact with their boyfriends which would
include oral from both parties with no-one now thinking
much more than "lucky bastard" - sexual mores had changed
and yesterday's slut was today's class president.
Having *HIM* eat *HER* required her to make herself
vulnerable to him; it was different if she had been going
out with him for a while. He would see the parts of her
that even she was unfamiliar with - she wasn't in the
habit of squatting over or lying before mirrors so her
self-knowledge was almost purely tactile; one thing she
*WAS* sure about though - he shouldn't find the taste a
problem.
She wondered if she should insist the light was off;
would that preserve her privacy? Or should she insist
that he too strip so she could see him as well? No, that
might make it too easy for him to take further advantage
of the situation and she wasn't sure she liked, or even
wanted to reward, him that much.
No. She would grant his wish - why not since she would
be getting at least as much pleasure as he supposedly
would which wouldn't be the case with the roles reversed
- but he would stay clothed and, as a further concession,
she would let him keep the light on.
If he was going to eat her though she wanted to be
properly in the mood and for that, and later, she did
*NOT* want to be disturbed.
She locked the door and double checked the blind was
fully down before drawing the curtains across as well.
David was made to sit on the bed; not quite the position
he had expected.
Without a word Ainslie lifted her top and exposed her
bare breasts to the appreciative lad. They were by no
means the first he had seen, in pictures or in real life,
but they were *THERE* and it was obvious they were being
offered to him.
His sister's friend Tina had shared a shower with him and
had let him wash her, explaining as she did how he should
touch her. He remembered, grateful now for her tuition,
and gently lifted Ainslie's breasts so he could plant a
moist kiss over each beautiful nipple. His lips enclosed
them and he let the tip of his tongue barely acknowledge
the tiny lumps before the snick of his kiss was heard and
then repeated.
Then he began to try out the things he had read.
Having a real live breast to play with again was enough
to make his erection twitch in his pants. His
voyeuristic activities had given him plenty to wank over
(and over and over) but it wasn't as good as being there
himself. He really would have to get himself a
girlfriend; how interested was Ainslie in him? He hadn't
thought seriously about her but stranger things had
happened - look at what his sister was into!
---
Ainslie would have rated him as "well-meaning and
enthusiastic, bordering on competent"; that was better
than the "clumsy and inept" she had suspected might be
the case - with some dread - but it would have
disappointed David. Considering his nervousness it was
understandable that he wouldn't remember all the
information he had piled up in such a short time.
As he warmed to his task and nothing seemed to be going
wrong, his confidence grew and his actions became
smoother, his touch a little surer, and Ainslie began to
notice that things were now going right. She held
David's head more firmly lest he try to take his
squirming tongue away - okay she would let him move it 25
cm left or right to keep the other nipple from feeling
neglected but that was the extent of his freedom!
David was quite happy to remain a prisoner.
Since Ainslie *WAS* holding his head in place, David
didn't really need to keep his hands on her back so she
couldn't withdraw; it seemed obvious that that was the
last thing she intended. The feel of her smooth skin,
flat except for the points of the angel wings at the
bottom of her shoulder blades and the ripple of her ribs,
was almost as pleasant to his touch as the comfort of
four fingers and a thumb curling around his own flesh.
Emboldened by his date's behaviour, David slid his hands
up and down her back, caressing the soft flesh and bony
spine. They worked their way down to finally and firmly
cup her tight buns through her pants.
David's fingertips kneaded Ainslie's muscular butt and
pulled her closer to his body. He wished some of his
mates could be there with him - but only long enough to
see for themselves that he *COULD* be successful when it
came to girls - it was awkward being an unsung hero.
His previous encounters had been surreal; even if he had
felt comfortable talking about them no-one would have
believed him. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell
people, but he realised that any hope he had of further
pleasures depended on his silence. Besides he didn't
want to hurt his sister's friends and he knew that would
be a likely outcome should he be believed.
Likewise, as he continued to play with Ainslie's tit and
bum, he was similarly aware that he would have to
downplay any suggestion he had gotten lucky with her
after the dance; he knew he would be asked. Well he
might tell Doug. He could trust him couldn't he?
His friend Douglas shared many of David's interests;
David could see him revelling in quietly told stories of
Ainslie's warm white breasts. No, not of Ainslie; he
could be that much of a gentleman. Yes he could trust
Doug - who did he talk to other than David anyway?
But the thought of telling the story made David more
conscious of both remembering every nuance - everything
his senses could record - and of including as many
experiences as possible. If he told it as "things he had
overheard" with his bugs he should also be able to
include some of his sister's exploits; Doug might then be
interested in bugging his own parents room as well!
First then, Sight.
Well David's view at that moment was nothing to write
home about. It was hard to even focus on the expanse of
skin just in front of his nose. David tried to recall
how Ainslie's body had first appeared to him when she had
removed her top.
It had happened so fast, one minute there was a most
attractive bulge under the fabric, the next Ainslie had
her arms crossed over her head and the curtain had been
raised to show two still vibrating tits. His first
impulse (while staring appreciatively) had been to
mentally compare them against the girls who had appeared
in a similar state before him in the basement of his
house.
Ainslie was nowhere near Tina at the light end of the
scale or Tyler at the heavy end. Before they had arrived
at her house and she had changed he would have guessed
she was just a little larger than his sister. Naked, and
David realised that his recollection of that earlier
evening was no longer as clear as he would wish,
Ainslie's breasts flattened more across her chest and he
suspected she was in fact slightly smaller than Katie.
So often the photos he had seen of naked women revealed
almost perfect spheres; some looked as though they had
been Velcro-ed to the women's otherwise flat chests.
Tyler's tended to be similar in size but hers hung
neatly, looking as though they belonged on her body.
Ainslie's hung down as well but without the "filling"
that would have made them as attractive. They weren't
floppy dugs but rather soft elongated muffins he could
put his fingers behind; that he could lift so that the
nipples were available to his lips - nipples that jutted
out from areoles almost indistinguishable from their
surroundings.
Touch.
Well he had touched the breasts he now suckled on. They
had been warm and there had been a residual dampness
where they had rested against her ribcage; evidence of
her recent shower. Soft and smooth to touch, they had
almost flowed around his fingers as he lifted one and
then the other to receive a kiss. It seemed strange to
be kissing her breasts when they hadn't kissed properly
until a few minutes before.
But David had only fondled them for a little while, not
even properly exploring the twin points with thumb and
finger. When Ainslie had held his head against her
breast and indicated he should continue to use his tongue
as he had started he had let each soft tit hang where his
bent head could easily reach and had rested his hands on
her back instead. He hadn't realised how erotic that
would be.
Ainslie wasn't skinny; there was enough covering her
bones that David didn't feel like he was holding a
xylophone but at the same time she was slender.
It meant that as his hands travelled down her body he had
something to hold that was holdable; when he put his
hands on her hips there was meat over the bone; when he
buried his fingers in her buttocks there was a firmness
that prevented them sinking very far.
Sound.
Ainslie had said little since revealing her breasts. Her
hands had told him what she did, and on one occasion
didn't, like. She hadn't objected to his hands on her
butt and had made a quiet grunt which sounded like she
liked it when he had pulled her against him.
The pants she wore were soft thick cotton that hung loose
from the elastic waistband. David worked his fingers
closer together, the fabric filling the crevice between
her ass cheeks. Holding one cheek in each hand David
imagined that this was what it would be like standing
behind one of the enhanced models, holding the mammoth-
sized breasts which came with a mammoth-sized price tag.
He could hear Ainslie's sharp intake of air over the
slurping noises he couldn't seem to avoid. He couldn't
know it was due to the way his fingertips were rubbing
the seam back and forth across the puckering ring of
muscle of Ainslie's asshole.
Ainslie pushed her hips back, trying to increase both the
pressure of David's hands against her butt and the
elusive contact against her butt hole. She whimpered
with frustration as the touch seemed to fade immediately
she succeeded in aligning She and He in just the right
places.
Further encouraged, David eased his hands down a little,
his smallest fingers slipping between the top of
Ainslie's thighs from behind. There was another sigh and
the grip on his head tightened though he had been
concentrating on other matters and her chest was
temporarily being neglected.
Now as we have seen, David was not slow to work things
out and he had little trouble realising it was a case of
cause and effect. Tina had explained to him the
importance of looking out for his partner's needs and
wants and now, given a real opportunity for the first
time, he was nothing if not attentive.
There were eight fingers crammed tightly into a narrow
space while his thumbs pointed out to left and right.
Any or all could have been responsible for Ainslie's
sounds of pleasure. Simple scientific method suggested
he test each in turn.
Pointers first. No nothing fantastic there. Index? Ah,
Yes. That apparently hit the spot. (But one didn't just
put away the lab equipment on the first successful
attempt.) Ring finger? Oh! Now that *WAS* interesting.
Not what she had done before but still quite an exciting
result; for Ainslie as well!
Okay, pinkie then. (The tips were trapped between firm
thighs, and not the easiest to move.) Hmm, now what made
Ainslie bend her knees like that? Try again now there's
more room. Oh! I didn't realise *THAT* went so far
back. Perhaps I should try a little finger exercises
then.
David's fingers began a coordinated effort to bring
Ainslie to her knees. She had shown signs of weakness
and he wanted her to go down! Well no, he wanted to go
down on her; well, come to think of it, he didn't really
have any objections...
Ainslie was writhing again and David resumed a half-
hearted assault on the mountains while his rear guard was
out-flanking her. Now there was plenty of sound to
report. The grunting got louder and was interspersed
with urgent calls of "Yes", and "Right there", and
"Lovely".
Smell.
Ainslie had applied a light dusting of talc after drying
herself and David could smell little other than the
floral scent; roses.
That changed when his troops retreated from the
battlefield; but they weren't defeated! No it was merely
a tactic that gave them a chance to regroup and to attack
again under more opportune circumstances.
This time her defences fell with no opposition - they
fell all the way to her ankles and once again David's
fingers were battering on the both doors to her citadel.
He didn't really understand why she liked him pummelling
her *THERE* - it all seemed a bit strange but, as he
might have misquoted had he the background, when in
Athens...
His little fingers though found a veritable parkland, a
playground by a lake, lightly wooded. The pair of them
danced over the slopes, as though any thought of battle
had been forgotten as they gave as much delight as the
other six fingers combined.
Ainslie continued to stand with her feet spread enough to
stretch the pants she wore around her ankles. It worried
her a little to be standing there, effectively naked
before a lad she didn't know all that well. Her worries
didn't last long; they couldn't stand under his
persistent onslaught. Everything David did made her feel
so much better than even her little noise maker - though
she hadn't felt like getting that out since its trip to,
and through, school.
David changed tactics, and now had one hand dealing with
the situation from the front while the other was left to
carry on at the rear. He had far more freedom to move,
to explore, to produce the kind of pleasure that had
Ainslie warbling.
David actually sat back to watch, to see Ainslie's throat
quiver with excitement, her musical high-pitched hum
rising and falling much the same way she alternated
between straightening herself to avoid his touch and
closing her thighs around his hand as she bent her legs
again so she could get even more.
Sitting there he became conscious of her musk. The scent
made his mouth water it was so good. It was also hard to
describe. Definitely not floral - there was too much of
the rutting beast for this scent to be found in some
country garden, not unless there were pussy willows to be
found there.
At the same time it didn't have the sometimes harsh
strength of an expensive perfume. Its subtleties were
much more elusive. Perhaps that was why the perfume
houses merely produced their poorer imitations - the real
thing was nigh impossible to copy. Perhaps they should
simply have kept thousands of women on retainer,
stimulating them and collecting the output. Perhaps some
of them did.
His own senses reeling, David recalled his original
request and he stood, still moving one long finger
through the slippery furrow that was Ainslie's most
private, and until now, unshared part.
Ainslie's arms encircled David's neck and her lips
pressed hard against his. He wished he had more
experience kissing and did the best he could. Both felt
it was good enough.
Slowly they pivoted until Ainslie's calves rested against
her bed. David lowered her backwards while their tongues
slid over each other.
"I'm going to eat you now."
Ainslie gave David one more kiss and released him. While
he was kneeling she rearranged her pillows so she could
at least see the part of his face above her hairline and
smiled in anticipation. She seemed to be well and truly
over Ritchie!
Taste.
David paused for a minutes reverent silence. It had been
a while since he had sat at Tina's feet, jerking off as
he watched her fingers flying over and into her pussy.
Now he was even closer and the beauty of Ainslie's own
pussy was awe inspiring.
His fingers reached out to touch the surface, its light
coating of fur, silken in places, dense and spongy in
others, seemed designed to draw him into gently stroking
the surface. Ainslie watched the changing emotions on
his face; her amazement growing at the sensitivity he
expressed.
Her anxiety became wonder which in turn became excitement
and finally determination. He wet his lips and moved his
face closer, inhaling the stronger scents with an audible
deep breath.
Ainslie's calves still rested against the side of her bed
with her knees now spread wide. As David positioned
himself he lifted her knees so each leg was supported on
a shoulder. It was more comfortable for both of them,
allowing David to wrap his arms around the curves of her
hips and to rest his palms on Ainslie's flattened belly
while she could, in turn, press him forward with her
heels if she wished to encourage him further.
David's tongue touched the hair and he licked gently over
the surface as though he were collecting the melt from an
ice-cream cone. A little closer and he could taste her
properly for the first time. Oh Wow! If all women
tasted like this why weren't they served up as appetisers
at restaurants? Perhaps no-one would get to the main
course. Her flavour was certainly everything *HE* had
imagined.
David had to avoid even a chuckle, Ainslie would probably
not appreciate laughter at this stage, but he had a
vision of a girl at the local burger drive-through window
asking "Do you want pussy with that?" or perhaps opening
a rival ice-cream parlour offering 41 flavours.
He pushed his tongue a little harder again and this time
found Ainslie was melting faster than any ice-cream; she
should, she was certainly hot enough.
David was pleasantly surprised both by the quantity and
its nature. He had expected something watery, more like
saliva or sweat. Instead it was thicker, not with the
sugary quality of syrup but almost slimy. Far from being
unpleasant, it coated his tongue and filled his mouth
with its delightful flavour. He swallowed and returned
for more.
As David dined, his tongue alternated between delving
deeper in search of the tasty juices and roaming around
the surface, spreading joy as he spread the coating.
Ainslie was in heaven. "How old is this guy? 15 or 50?"
Though she really had no-one to compare him against,
David's tongue seemed to have a lifetime's experience
controlling it.
David felt far less certain of his skills as he listened
to her ever more vocal moans; they were different from
her earlier encouragements. He wasn't hurting her was
he?
"*ARRGHH!*"
"Shit! Did she have to make so much noise?" David was
very conscious of being in another's house; having his
parents called to pick him up under *THESE* circumstances
would not be good.
He debated finishing by gradually easing off but Ainslie
would have none of it.
"*ARGNNH! YES! MORE!*"
Worried about the noise, David disobeyed but Ainslie
trapped his retreating head between vice-like thighs and
used her hands to pull him back.
"*NO! DON'T...*" The word "STOP" disappeared as the
ecstasy resumed.
Her next mighty yell coincided with a heavy thudding on
the door.
"*WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE? ARE YOU ALRIGHT AINSLIE?*"
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