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Ribbed Sweaters and Broomstick Skirts (mf-teens)
by Einstein X. Mystery (einstein@scn.org)

***

If you try to steal this story, I will hunt you down and 
give you a wet willie. So there. Post it where you will, but 
leave my name and address on it. If you make any money, at 
all, off my story I get 10% of the gross. You agree to
this by posting/distributing it. I ask that you take the 
time to write me after you finish reading this. At the 
least, just a note to say you read it, and what you think of 
it. More detailed comments welcome. And if you're a 
reviewer... please review this. I'd like a little press. 

***


	"Mom! Of course we'll behave! Come on!" 

	"Yeah, really! It's not like I'm going rip his clothes 
off the moment you walk out the door. Pshah!"
	"Well, okay. I'll be back in about an hour."
	"Bye, Mom."
	"Bye!"

	...

	"I thought she'd never leave."
	"Really. Shall we commence the ripping?"
	

Valerie and I had been dating for around a month. We had met 
through a mutual friend, and she eventually chased me down. 
Our parents didn't seem to trust us alone (gee, I wonder 
why?) and we were never able to get the privacy we needed to 
actually have sex. We had progressed far from our first kiss 
(which, to this day, I still can't remember). 

I fondly remember one time I brought her off in the back of 
her mother's car, while her mother was driving. Another time 
she sucked me off in her bedroom when we had a few minutes 
(we were supposed to be babysitting her little brother.) In 
the back bedroom of my house, I slid a finger up the leg of 
her shorts and pleasured her that way.

But, alas, these furtive moments were all we were able to 
grab (heh). We had to merely make do with the odd feel or 
grope (3rd base in general) interspersed with passionate 
kissing. 
	

But now! finally! Privacy! Valerie gives me one of those 
lust-filled grins guaranteed to get any man hard, and draws 
me to my feet. We close into the sweetest kiss yet - a 
promise of things to come (no pun intended). 

As we kiss, I notice the sweet smell of her blonde hair, the 
bright blue of her eyes, the softness of her cheeks. I run 
my hands up and down her back, feeling her warm flesh under 
the form-fitting sweater. I feel her hands caressing my back 
as well, occasionally sneaking a quick grope.

I turn us around, and sit down on the couch in front of 
Valerie. I bury my face in her chest, inhaling the her sweet 
smell. (And incidentally nuzzling her breasts as well.) Her 
hands move up to stroke my head, as mine move down to her 
thighs. The thin, ankle-length cotton skirt feels like 
nothing at all as I gently caress her. Kneading her luscious 
thighs, I move my hands up and down, lovingly touching her 
whole body. I cup her derri re, giving it a gentle grope. A 
long slow caress from the calves up to her shoulders elicits 
a moan from her and a sly grin from me. Repeating the 
gesture brings the same results. 

I kiss her navel through her top and stand up, still in her 
arms. In a low Barry White voice, I ask, "Shall we adjourn 
to the bedroom?" ("Hey, she's gone, wanna do it?")

Another lust-filled chuckle. In a low, breathy tone, she 
replies "But of course, my dear." (*giggle* "Sure. Let's 
go")

I motion her down the hall, saying, "Ladies first." 
Gentlemen should always do so. I follow snugged up close to 
her back, letting her feel my arousal, and letting me feel 
her breasts. (This is something most gentlemen should not 
do.) She giggles and leans into my touch. My hands meander 
down to her stomach, pulling her into me.

I take a brief moment in the pleasure of her touch before 
whispering in her ear, "Let's go..." Another nibble and 
we're on our way again, giggling like two children doing 
something naughty. (In all honesty, we were...)

Finally arriving at my room, we enter, leaving the door 
open. I crack the blinds slightly, letting in a small amount 
of light. I quickly strip off my T-shirt and undo my jeans, 
and turn to watch Valerie disrobe.

She smiles shyly, and we watch each other for a moment. 
Taking her top in her hands, she slowly strips it over her 
head, and looks at me for my reaction. 

I emit a noise halfway between a growl and a moan and clasp 
her body to me, nuzzling her cleavage. She moans as I gently 
mouth the portion of her breasts I can get to. I reach for 
the clasp of the bra, struggling to get her more exposed. 

Getting the clasp undone, I draw the bra down her arms and 
toss it aside. (More important things to hand, so to speak.) 
I lean back for a moment to appreciate the sight before me. 
This causes Valerie to shyly cover herself up. Drawing her 
back to me, I latch onto a nipple, sucking ever so gently. I 
nibble and lick, stroking and kneading the other breast and 
nipple with my hand. 

Now she squirms out of my grasp, and starts to shimmy out of 
the skirt. Realizing I still haven't finished yet, I take 
off my shoes and socks, and strip off my pants. Before I can 
remove my underwear, she tackles me and shoves me back onto 
the bed.

We engage in a tongue duel. I rub my hands up and down her 
ribcage as we attempt to swallow each other's tonsils. The 
feel of her hot body pressed against mine is wonderful; her 
breasts pressed against my chest by the weight of her body, 
our groins separated by two thin pieces of cloth. 

Then I slide my hands into her panties, and gently squeezed 
her cheeks. Her hands continued to play in my hair, 
occasionally stroking my ears. I emit a throaty chuckle, and 
roll out from underneath her. 

The raised eyebrow and inquisitive noise is all the response 
I receive. I gently kiss my way down her body. Starting from 
the lips, a move across to the ear, then down into the 
hollow of her neck. Following her collarbone, I make it to 
her left breast, gently mouthing it. Pausing at the nipple, 
I reawaken it. Continuing downwards, I make my way to her 
navel, where I pause and tickle her mercilessly.

"No, no, stop, not there, anywhere but there..."

"Anything? Heh, heh, heh..."

Another sexy moan her only response. I kiss my way across 
her panties, tickling her at the hipbone where thigh meets 
torso. Down to her knee I go, and halfway back up the inner 
thigh. I hear a groan as I divert from my target and travel 
up the outside of her thigh. 

Up I kiss, in a high arc intersecting her belly button 
again, falling back down to her other thigh. At the knee, I 
cross back to the inside of her leg at travel upwards, and 
finally arrive at the destination she's been waiting for.

At first I just stick my nose in and inhale deeply. That 
wondrous scent... Until now I had only experienced it 
second-hand, and I glory in the heady fragrance. I moan 
contentedly, as Valerie moans impatiently. "Guess you're not 
having as much fun as I am here, huh?"

"Come on..."

Chuckling, I say, "Let's get these off from you," as I begin 
to draw down her panties. She lifts her hips, then her legs 
as I take off her last article of clothing. I hold her 
thighs and take a moment to gaze at her gorgeous nude body 
laid out before me.

I lay down to get a closer look at her flower spread before 
me. The small patch of hair is light brown, contrasting with 
her naturally blonde hair. I lay a gentle kiss on it, and 
another, softly, on her protruding clitoris.

My tongue starts gently licking her whole slit. As the outer 
lips become lubricated, they start to part before me, giving 
a 'burst of flavor' putting Cinn-A-Burst to shame. But 
before I can continue any farther, I realize that rather 
than pulling me into her, Valerie is trying to pull my head 
up.

"What?"

"Get your ASS up here and FUCK ME!"

I chuckle. "Impatient, are we?"

"Stop te-e-e-easing meeee..."

I chuckle again. "Okay, okay, if I must, I must..." One more 
kiss on her erect clitoris, and I raise myself up even with 
her. "Are we forgetting something?", kissing her on her 
other lips now.

"Get those underwear off, now!"

Dutifully I obey, and position myself on top of her. 

She reaches down to align me properly at her entrance. "And 
don't act like it's such an imposition, either. grunt Try 
that - gently."

I slowly thrust, and it slips off the mark. "Ah, I missed."

She grabs hold of my manhood again, and repositions me at 
her entrance, thrusting her hips slightly to seat me in the 
groove. "Try that."

I thrust slowly into her heat. The brief bit of oral loving 
she allowed me, along with the other foreplay, has 
lubricated her enough that I slip into her with no trouble.

The wet heat is exquisite, but of more interest to me is her 
reaction. As I thrust into her, her eyes close and her head 
goes back entirely involuntarily. The look of ecstasy on her 
face is a fulfillment all in itself. 

A sudden, unpleasant thought worms it's way into my head. 
"Um, dear, don't we need a rubber?"

"*uh* No..."

"But I don't want to get you pregnant." I slow my rhythm, 
preparing to stop.

"I said, we don't need any. Don't stop..." she moans as I 
deprive her.

"Don't you remember what they call women who rely on the 
rhythm method?"

"Mothers, okay? You tell that joke twice a day... God... 
just fuck me, okay, I've been on the pill for months."

"You wouldn't lie to me just for sex, would you?" At this 
point I'm almost fully withdrawn from her 'embrace.'

Valerie curses me, "No, damn you, I'm on the fucking pill! 
Get busy!"

She frantically humps her groin at me, trying to get me to 
continue.

"Are you suuure?" I believe her now, I'm just being a 
bastard. 

"Yes, damn it, yes... yes, I swear..." She's practically 
sobbing now.

"Okay, if you're sure..."

"Yes, I'm on the pill, now please... I hate it when you 
tease me..."

I know I'm being cruel to her, but I just can't seem to 
resist. Ah, power. I kiss and make up, so to speak, and lose 
myself in the sensation. Her thighs gently stroke mine; her 
soft skin touches the sensitive skin on my legs. But this is 
nothing compared to the waves of pleasure from our actual 
joining. 

I bend my head and try to reach her breast, but the angle is 
incredibly awkward. I whisper "Honey, you get on top now, 
okay?"

"Why?" she whispers back.

"I want to look at you..."

"Okay," she replies, and I roll off her. She scoots one way, 
I move into the space she vacated, and she rolls on top of 
me. I grasp myself, and attempt to reposition myself at her 
entrance.

"Ouch, that's not it ... no, you missed again ... here, 
gimme that..."

Valerie grabs me and (finally) aligns my manhood properly, 
sitting down on it. We both moan from the still new feelings 
it awakens. 

I look up at her body, marveling at it in the dim (romantic) 
light. Her eyes are closed and her face is blank, lost in 
concentration on her excitement. Her hair is beautifully 
disheveled, in a cloud around her face. Her well-shaped 
breasts stand perkily from her chest, the nipples erect with 
arousal. The gentle sweep of her flanks, unchanged by her 
position, still speaks to me, and I cannot resist caressing 
them. Her stomach, though, is taut from the tension of her 
slowly approaching orgasm. Moving downward, I see our 
junction, and her patch of hair. Her thighs flex and 
release, moving her in our rhythm.

I reach up and draw her down to me, kissing her tenderly. 
When I hold her like that, she can't move well, so I take up 
the motion myself. (Easier for me anyway, my being on 
bottom.) I love the feel of her bare skin against mine and 
her smooth back under my hands. 

I move her torso up a little so I can reach her breasts. As 
I latch onto a nipple, I can see the extra stimulation start 
to work on her, and she's starting her fast climb.

I focus briefly on disturbing my rhythm - I don't want to 
finish first. She hardly notices, caught up in her own 
sensation. Now that I've backed off a little, I can lay 
there and watch her, practically unnoticed, despite of who 
she's pleasuring herself with. After a few moments of 
watching her, I caress her flanks. 

This reminds her of my presence, and she drops her head down 
and mashes her lips against me, moaning. "No need to be 
silent now, dear, we're alone..." We'd almost got caught 
before. Valerie can be a screamer.

I watch the tautness in her face, and her movements. They 
both reach a peak, and fade. I brush the hair out of her 
face and kiss her gently. "Was that good for you?"

She breathily responds, "Oh, yeah... What about you? Did you 
finish yet?"

"Not yet."

Another lustful chuckle. "Let's fix that, then..."

And she starts moving again, but this time I guide her for 
my pleasure. Now I let go my iron control, and let the 
pressure mount. A touch, a fondle, a caress, a kiss, all add 
to the sensation. As I grow close, I bury my face in her 
fine blonde hair, kissing her neck and nibbling at her ear. 

When I peak, I clasp Valerie's body tightly to me as I 
shudder to my own climax.

We lay there, basking in the afterglow, and the warm 
sleekness of each other's body. After a few minutes, Valerie 
kisses me and moves to get off. To my questioning look, she 
replies, "I want to go clean up."

Ah, reality. Drip, drip, drip. I let her go, and she walks 
into the bathroom to wash up. I can just wipe myself off 
with my bedside towel, (Loincloth, hanky, and cum-catcher) 
but she needs a little more than that, apparently. After 
finishing myself, I sit on the edge of the bed and wait for 
her.

She comes back in, and I draw her into my arms. She hugs me 
back, but says, "Shouldn't we get dressed now?"

With a sigh, I agree. I throw on my clothes quickly and move 
to "help" her.

By the time I'm dressed, she has her panties on and is 
working on her bra. This I let her do by herself, with the 
exception of a quick grope. (I know better than to try and 
work one of those contraptions.) She steps into her skirt, 
and I follow it up her legs, delighting in her thighs again. 
Getting a few more feels in while I "smooth" the floor-
length garment.

Now dressed except for her sweater, I pull her close. I find 
her incredibly sexy in just the skirt and brassiere, and 
tell her so. Quickly mouthing her breasts through her bra, I 
let her back to put on her top, then pull her down next to 
me on the bed.

We snuggle for a few minutes, then she suggests doing 
something a little more innocuous. I reluctantly agree, and 
we get set in the Nintendoc room just before Mother pulls 
in. It's a good thing Ma doesn't play, or else she'd wonder 
why were still on stage 1 after all this time.

"Hi, Mom!" "Hi there!"

"Hi, guys! What'd you do while I was gone?"

"Oh, just fooling around. You know."
	

***	

That was the first time Valerie and I made love. Not the 
last, not by a long shot, but this was our first, my first, 
and her first. None of the rest have made the impression on 
me that this one did.

Ever since then, when I see a woman in a broomstick skirt, 
or a tight ribbed top, I just stare a little, flashing back. 
It's still the sexiest outfit I can imagine someone wearing 
in public.
	

			Einstein X. Mystery