FINALLY I SAW ONE

Chapter 11

The next day, after school, their mother announced that she and their father had a meeting to go to that night. They would be leaving after the evening meal and would only be gone for a few hours, returning around 10:30 PM. Of course, their mother went through the "rules" again adding she expected them to be in bed, asleep, when they returned home. To make sure all homework was done, Jill and Tom were to do it in the afternoon. Both protested saying they usually did homework in the evening to no avail.

At dinner, once again their mother repeated the rules and also told both to clean up after the meal. Finally their parents left to the relief of both Tom and Jill. Dutifully they cleared the table, put away the leftovers, washed the dishes, and, once done, Jill checked to make sure all was done to her mother's satisfaction.

Tom had already left the kitchen and Jill wandered downstairs. Tom was flipping through the TV looking for something to watch. "Wanna play cards again?" Jill asked, not really sure how much she wanted to say. Tom looked up and, as Jill, wasn't sure how much or what to reply. "We can play the same game..." Jill added.

Tom's ears immediately perked up, but he didn't want to appear too anxious and wasn't sure what she might mean by "same game". There wasn't anything interesting on TV anyway, so he answered with, "If you want to. What did you have in mind?"

Jill paused. She had fun jerking him off last night and had been thinking about it all day. "Um... We can play strip poker again, if you want to... but you don't have to if you don't want to"

"I'll get the cards," Tom stated as he practically ran into his room. As quickly as he left, he returned, shuffling the deck as he walked. His brain suddenly began working again. He looked at Jill. She, like him, was still in her school clothes. His mind quickly ran through � skirt, blouse, bra, panties, two stockings, two shoes, maybe something to hold up her stalkings as well? That was 8 or 9 things to his shirt, pants, undies, two socks, two shoes = 7. "You're wearing more than me. It's not fair," he observed.

"OK, I'll take off my shoes. Will that be fair?" she offered. Tom thought for a moment. She still might have one more garment than he did, but he didn't want to push the issue, so nodded. Jill smiled as she kicked her shoes off. "Deal!"

Both wanted to play, but both also started with reserve. The first few hands were easy with shoes, socks, stockings, but Tom was still losing " his shoes and socks to Jill's stockings. Tom won the next hand after losing two in a row. He expected her to take off her blouse, but instead she grinned as her hands went under her skirt and her panties dropped. Tom immediately got hard. There was no more showing, but he knew her bare pussy was now just covered with her skirt.

Anxiously he dealt the next hand, hoping for another win. His luck ran out and he lost his shirt. As Jill dealt the next hand, Tom nervously asked, "Um... Ah... Are you wearing anything under your skirt?" He remembered her stockings had come off, but suspected something had to be holding them up.

"Nope!" she giggled. "How many cards you want?"

Tom held up three fingers as he dropped three cards down on the couch. He gasped when Jill only took two. A smile came over her face as she showed him three fours. So much for his pants.

Jill watched as Tom's pants dropped to the floor, exposing a stiff cock bulging out underneath his undies. She picked up her cards to see two aces. "How many?" she asked him.

"Three," he answered.

Jill looked at her hand. She paused for a moment. Did she want this to end now? "I'll take three too," she stated discarding the pair of aces and another card.

"Can you beat a pair of fives?" Tom sighed.

Jill slowly looked at her new cards... a six, a ten, and another six. Her pussy was already wet. She looked at Tom's barely covered cock. It was hard because of her. "Nope," she blurted as she leaned forward to remove her blouse.

Tom picked up the cards for the next hand, but Jill wasn't watching. Her eyes were glued to his cloth covered dick. She swore it was moving, but rationalized it must be his movements making his cock move. "You gonna look at your cards?" Tom asked, startling Jill from her trance.

"Yeah," she mumbled as she looked at her hand. Nothing. Even after the draw she had nothing. Slowly she reached behind her unhooking her bra. It slid down her arms exposing her proud breasts, each topped with an erect nipple. She wondered if he could tell.

Jill again paused, letting Tom look. It excited her. She had almost taken her skirt off, but somehow just couldn't do that. She became a bit nervous just letting him look so, even though he hadn't complained at all, she began shuffling the cards and then dealt them.

A slight panic came over her as she looked at her hand. Nothing again. She took three cards, but Tom only took two. Luckily she ended up with a pair or queens, but it wasn't good enough to beat Tom's three nines.

Slowly she stood and fumbled with the button on her skirt. Jill could almost feel her pussy drooling as she pushed the skirt zipper down. As wet and excited as she was, she stared at the floor as her skirt dropped, making her completely naked. Jill remained still for a moment, both because she wanted Tom to look at her and because she was momentarily frozen in fear of being seen.

Finally she regained some composure and sat back down. "Um... One more hand? ...like last time?" Jill almost whispered as she stared at the couch. Tom said nothing, but she saw him nod out of the corner of her eye. He picked up the cards.

Quickly he dealt the cards. As usual, Jill had nothing, so drew three, as did Tom. �Whatcha got?� Tom asked.

Jill looked at her hand. She had drawn two kings! "Read 'em and weep!" she laughed as she placed the cards down.

"Damn!" Tom cursed as he stood. Jill watched as his undies hit the floor, finally freeing his raging hardon. Unlike her though, he just sat back down. Jill turned to face him and as she did, swung her knee out, opening her legs so he could see her pussy. She almost embarrassed herself, but somehow felt compelled to let him look.

Tom also turned towards Jill, bending his leg as well. Both just looked at the other for a while in silence. His cock was so hard it stood away from his body aiming at the ceiling. A few minutes had passed when Jill softly told him to close his eyes.

"Why?" he asked, confused by the question.

"Just do it. ...and don't open them until I say," giggled Jill.

With a grin on his face, Tom closed his eyes. Jill hesitated, still trying to gather a bit more courage. Finally leaning forward, she reminded him, "No peeking... regardless of what I do. Promise?" Tom nodded. Jill wrapped her hand around his stiff member, then looked up at his face making sure his eyes were still closed.

His cock was just a few inches from her face. She stared at it, then took a deep breath. Jill moved forward those last few inches, opened her mouth and then closed it around his cock.

It tasted a bit salty. She had been afraid she'd gag, but so far nothing. Feeling more confident she took more of him into her mouth. When he hit her throat she felt a gag coming, so backed off a bit. Her hand still wrapped around him she began to move up and down his stiff shaft. As she did, she swirled her tongue around his cockhead, but was careful to keep her teeth shielded with her lips.

She could hear his breathing becoming labored and he moved his hips slightly. It pleased her getting a reaction from him - a good one, not what she perceived to be discomfort. His "approval" of what she was doing further encouraged her and she began to move her head, but kept her fist around his cock to prevent him from going in too far. Her pussy was becoming more wet as her excitement grew.

It wasn't long before she heard his breath suck in, his cock twitched, and she knew he was cuming in her mouth. She had already tasted cum, so knew what to expect, but didn't expect so much. It made her jump when he squirted and momentarily stop moving. He squirted again and this time, not knowing what else to do, Jill swallowed. As she did, he again squirted, filling her mouth.

Regaining her composure after the shock of him first squirting, Jill started moving her head once more. She was pleased. She had made him cum and he was still cuming. Her mouth filled, she swallowed, and he filled it again. Finally he stopped and his cock softened some.

Jill let his cock fall from her mouth and sat up again. Tom's eyes were wide open, but neither spoke. Jill leaned back against the arm of the couch. Her legs parted and, as Tom watched, her hand mashed into her pussy. Now was her turn to cum.

What would have embarrassed her just a few days ago, Tom watching her masturbate, now only excited her and encourage her to climax. Her free hand went to her breast, tweaking her nipple trying to urge her body that short distance to ecstasy.

It didn't take long and she finally erupted. Waves of pleasure filled her body spurred on by the thought of Tom watching. Able to take no more, she pulled her hand away from her pussy. As she recovered, she opened her eyes. Tom was staring at her or, to be more exact, her pussy. Her legs were splayed vulgarly, but she made no effort to close them.

Her vision finally focused. Tom's cock was hard. She looked up at his face. At first he didn't notice, but eventually looked up from her crotch and at her face. "Wow," he muttered.

Jill smiled. "Yeah... Wow"