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Cousins: Tongue-Tied (mf-teens, rom, inc, coa)
By EROS (c) 1994

***

Laurie and I were first cousins and next-door neighbors. 
We were both fifteen, though I was six months older, and 
we were in the same grade in school. We were both only 
children, and not having brothers or sisters, we had 
grown up close to each other, almost like brother and 
sister. If asked, we would both characterize the other as 
best friend.

Chapter I

Laurie and I were first cousins and next-door neighbors. 
We were both fifteen, though I was six months older, and 
were in the same grade in school. We were both only 
children, and not having brothers or sisters, we had 
grown up close to each other, almost like brother and 
sister. If asked, we would both characterize the other as 
best friend.

One main reason we were so close was that we were both 
afflicted with the same malady--overwhelming, shivering, 
break-out-in-cold-sweat shyness. I would get tongue-tied 
around girls of any age and was too quiet to have any 
boys as close friends. Laurie was the same. She would 
blush bright red if a boy even spoke to her, and her 
interests were too different from other girls her age for 
her to have any close girl friends. We both loved to read 
and to listen to music, and these shared interests 
together with our mutually recognized shyness drew us 
together like opposite poles of a magnet.

Our shyness didn't extend to each other though, and we 
were comfortable and relaxed in each other's company, 
sharing both our happy and our sad times. We shared 
confidences and told each other secrets we wouldn't tell 
our parents.

More than anything else, we shared our mutual misery. We 
talked about our shyness and how much we would like to be 
different. We tried to bolster each other's confidence by 
talking about how boys and girls felt about each other.

I would assure her that boys considered girls somewhat of 
a mystery and that all she had to do was act confident 
around boys and she could get along fine. Her version 
about girls was similar to mine about boys. Even though 
we could accept the idea intellectually, we simply 
couldn't put it into practice.

Laurie wasn't plain. To the contrary, she was very 
attractive. She had long blonde hair, soft blue eyes, and 
a voluptuous body that a twenty-year-old would have been 
proud of. I tried to get her dates, but I didn't know any 
boys well enough to make it happen. The boys I talked to 
would just make excuses.

Laurie also encouraged me to try to get dates and 
suggested some possible girls. With Laurie standing right 
next to me, I called one of them. After several minutes 
of stuttering and stammering though, I excused myself and 
hung up the phone. I turned to Laurie and said, "Well, so 
much for that. I wouldn't even know what to do with a 
girl even if I did get a date. I don't even know how to 
dance, and I wouldn't begin to know how to kiss a girl. 
I'd just end up looking like a fool."

"Danny, you're no fool, and both you and I know it," 
Laurie shot back. "As far as dancing goes I do at least 
know how to dance, and I'll be glad to teach you if you'd 
like me to."

"Yeah, I sure would. When can we start?"

"How about Saturday?" Laurie said. "All our folks are 
going to be in Bridgeport for the day, and we can have 
either one of our houses all to ourselves and play music 
as loud as we want."

"Sounds great to me. Why don't we do it here at your 
house. Your den is bigger than ours, and the stereo is 
right there where we'll need it."

"Oh, Danny, I'm excited about this! I really like to 
dance, and it's going to be fun to teach you how."

"Yeah, me too," I answered. "I'll be over here Saturday 
morning just as soon as the folks leave."

*

After I got home and thought about the situation I became 
even more excited about the prospect. I'd never held a 
girl in my arms in my entire life. And even if she was my 
cousin, Laurie was a good-looking girl, soft and curvy in 
the all the right places. I realized then that what I 
felt was sexual, and even though I hadn't thought of 
Laurie in a sexual way before, I couldn't help but feel a 
twinge in my groin at the prospect of holding her close. 
"Yeah, I really AM looking forward to it," I thought.

That night, as I lay in bed, I thought about Laurie and 
how it would feel to hold her in my arms. My cock 
lengthened and crept out of the bottom of my underwear. I 
put my hand on it and slowly worked it out so that it was 
standing tensely away from my belly. It was rock hard and 
pre-cum was oozing out of the slit of the head. It felt 
good.

Finally I couldn't contain myself anymore and I began to 
work my hand up and down, slowly, squeezing it as I went. 
Rubbing pre-cum all over the head and very lightly on the 
underside where it was so sensitive. Each time I did 
this, my dick would jump and even more lubricant would 
ooz out. Soon my whole cock was coated with a shiny 
coating of precum as I rubbed my hand up and down, up and 
down.

I could feel tension building as the pleasure mounted. It 
reached a point where I didn't want it ever to end. Yet I 
felt I would die if I didn't come right then and there.

And come I did. Big spurts kept shooting out and went all 
over my chest and pooled up on my hands, my balls, and 
the sheets of the bed. I quickly got up and grabbed a 
towel from the bathroom, and cleaned myself and the bed 
sheets up as best I could. Then I crawled back into bed 
and even though I had never seen a real live naked girl, 
I dreamt of Laurie stretched out without any clothes on 
next to me.

*

Saturday morning, just as soon as our parents had driven 
off, I went over to Laurie's house. She was dressed in a 
t-shirt and a pair of brief running shorts. Her hair was 
combed back and held in a ponytail with a ribbon. The 
shorts emphasized her tiny waist, and even though her t-
shirt was large and loose, it failed to conceal that she 
was braless.

For the first time I was looking at her as a girl, not 
just my cousin. I realized that she had beautiful slender 
legs, and that they led up to perfectly formed buttocks. 
Through the slits in the sides of her shorts I could see 
the pale blue bottom of what had to be bikini panties. 
Seemingly, she had put on only a little makeup, but 
somehow her eyes, high freckled cheekbones, and full, 
pouty lips were featured at their best.

In short, I finally recognized that my cousin was one of 
the most beautiful girls I could ever recall seeing. If I 
hadn't myself experienced it, I would have wondered how a 
girl as beautiful as Laurie could ever feel shy around 
boys.

"Well, Danny, are you ready for me to turn you into a 
Fred Astaire?" Laurie asked.

"I'm putty in your hands, teacher," I replied.

"Come on, we'll use the den as our studio," she said, and 
led the way down the stairs to the basement den. As I 
followed, I couldn't help but notice the way her bottom 
moved inside her shorts, tick-tocking back and forth. Her 
cheeks were firm and tight, and it was all I could do to 
tear my eyes from them when we reached the bottom.

"Help me move the furniture," Laurie said, and grabbed 
one end of the sofa. I grabbed the other end and we 
lifted it a few feet away. As we did, Laurie leaned over 
and the top of her loose t-shirt fell open, giving me a 
clear view all the way to her waist. Her breasts were 
clearly visible, hanging down with pinkish-brown areolas 
and nipples.

Even though her breasts clearly weren't as large as the 
ones I had seen in Playboy and Penthouse, they seemed as 
perfect in real life as they had in my dreams. I would 
have enjoyed a longer view, but I had to jerk my eyes way 
when Laurie looked up so that I wouldn't embarrass 
myself.

When we were done moving the furniture Laurie went over 
and turned on the stereo, putting on a soft-rock CD. 
Leaning down she took hold of my hand, pulling me to my 
feet, and said, "Okay, Twinkle toes, it's time to learn 
how to fast dance."

Surprisingly, learning to fast dance was much easier than 
I ever imagined and after about only thirty minutes I was 
getting good at it. What made it even better was dancing 
with Laurie. She was a good dancer and the dance steps 
made every part of her move. The best moving parts, 
though, were her breasts and her ass.

Without a bra, her breasts moved all around under her 
shirt and I had to concentrate to keep from looking only 
at them. Her ass, too, was great. When she turned, her 
buttocks seemed to move independently, sliding up and 
down alongside each other. She was clearly enjoying 
herself, and I was enjoying her enjoying herself. And MAN 
was I horny. If I thought was horny before, it was not 
anything like I felt now.

"You're doing great," Laurie said. "You can go out on any 
dance floor now and hold your own. Not being able to 
dance shouldn't stand in the way of your getting a date 
anymore."

"That's because I have such a good teacher," I came back. 
"But tell me," I said, "how did you learn to dance so 
well when your experience with boys has been as limited 
as mine with girls?"

"Don't you remember when I took dancing lessons? Three 
years of lessons produced at least something. As for 
knowing the latest steps, I doubt if there is a teenage 
girl in the country who doesn't watch MTV and learn how 
to do the latest dances. How do you think boys ever 
learn? They learn from girls, just the way you're 
learning right now."

Wiping a sheen of sweat from her forehead, Laurie 
continued, "But anyway, that's enough for now. Let's take 
a break and have a Coke. I'll go up to the fridge and get 
us some."

I was relieved to see her go. I had a raging hard-on, and 
the pressure inside my underwear was so intense I was 
uncomfortable. Without her in sight for a few minutes, 
maybe it would go down some. I stood and walked around, 
hoping to relieve my horniness. It seemed to work, for by 
the time Laurie got back with the Cokes, I was down to 
just semi-hard.

Laurie handed me a Coke and sat down beside me on the 
sofa. Both of us were quiet, savoring the coolness of the 
drinks. I finished mine and put it on the end table. 
Laurie did the same. In almost a whisper, Laurie said, 
"Danny, you said the other day you didn't know how to 
kiss a girl. Is that true?"

"Yeah. Isn't that something? Fifteen years old and I've 
never kissed a girl. Has a boy ever kissed you?"

Laurie kind of half-laughed and said, "What do you think? 
Of course not, silly. I'm just like you." Then her voice 
turned soft and serious and she said, "Danny, do you 
think maybe we could...er...uh..."

"Teach each other?" I said, finishing the sentence for 
her.

"Yes," Laurie said softly, blushing just a little. "Maybe 
if we learned from each other we wouldn't feel so self-
conscious about it."

"I think I'd like that," I said, and turned to face her 
directly. I put my hand on her shoulder and pulled her 
toward me. We were both a little stiff and awkward at 
first, but then sort of melted and leaned in against each 
other. Leaning even further, I softly put my lips against 
hers and kissed her very gently.

She pulled back quickly and looked into my eyes. Then she 
leaned forward and put her lips back to mine, reached her 
arm around my neck, and pulled up tight against me.

My heart was pounding in my chest and I could hardly 
catch my breath. I pushed her head against the back of 
the sofa and pressed my lips against hers, spreading them 
just a little. Our mouths softened and we rubbed our lips 
back and forward against the others. She was breathing 
hard, too, and I could feel her heart beating against my 
chest.

We held the kiss a long time before finally breaking 
away. By now, my hard-on had returned in full measure and 
even with underwear on, there was a noticeable bulge. I 
hoped that Laurie was naive enough to not notice it.

"Golly, Danny, so that's what kissing is all about. I see 
now why people like to kiss so much. I feel all weak and 
fluttery. How do you feel?"

"Exactly the same," I replied. "Only I could hardly 
breathe and my heart beat real fast."

"So did mine, so did mine," Laurie said. "Well, now that 
we've covered fast dancing and kissing, I guess it's time 
for me to teach you how to slow dance."

"Okay," I said. "Is it harder than fast dancing?"

"In some ways it is, and in other ways it isn't. You have 
to learn to coordinate your steps with the person you're 
dancing with so that you don't step on each other's feet. 
I haven't had much practice slow dancing, since I haven't 
danced with a boy since my lessons a couple of years ago. 
It's like bicycle-riding, though, and it should come back 
very quickly."

Laurie put on a slow CD and showed me how to put my hands 
and arms to slow dance. I guess I was a good learner 
because after about ten or fifteen minutes we were 
dancing in perfect step with each other. We started out 
standing about six inches apart, but gradually we moved 
closer together. The song that was playing was a slow 
ballad and all we had to do was sway to the music. Laurie 
put her head on my shoulder and leaned her cheek up 
against mine.

What space there had been between us was now completely 
gone and I could feel her pressing against me pretty much 
from cheek to toe. Her breasts were pressed against my 
chest and could feel her nipples through our t-shirts. 
They were like little erasers trying to bore a hole 
through the fabric. I found it hard to breathe again, 
just like when I kissed her. My heart was beating a 
thunderous tattoo and hers was doing the same, because I 
could feel it against my chest.

"Ummmmm... this is nice," Laurie said. "You're a dreamy 
dancer." She pressed her hips subtly against mine and I 
could feel the area at the juncture of her thighs press 
against my groin area. My hard-on was beating with my 
heart, and I was afraid she would be able to feel it.

Laurie tilted her head back and whispered, "Oh, Danny, 
this is so nice. I'm so glad I'm with you right now."

It was too much to resist. I pressed my lips against hers 
and kissed her deeply. The kiss was soft at first, but 
then I could feel her lips spread apart as I spread mine. 
I tentatively put my tongue between her lips. She opened 
her lips even further and pressed them harder against 
mine. Then the tip of her tongue touched mine.

It was like an electric current, tingling and flowing 
between us. Her hips pressed harder against mine, and I 
put my hands down on her butt, caressing them and pulling 
her in even closer. She moaned softly into my mouth and 
her body trembled and shuddered. There was no doubt but 
that she could clearly feel my hard-on now.

Laurie pulled away from me slightly, looked me full in 
the face, and in a little-girl voice said, "Danny, do you 
have an erection?"

Embarrassed, I whispered, "Yes."

Laurie lay her head back on my shoulder and said, "Oh, 
Danny, who am I fooling. I want to learn all about boys, 
but all I'm finding out is how little I know. I hardly 
know anything about you. All I know is what I learned in 
Sex-Ed, and that's not much."

"I'm in the same boat Laurie," I said. "I didn't even 
take Sex-Ed, and all I've ever seen are pictures in 
Playboy and Penthouse. And I know full well most girls I 
might meet won't look like that. The only girl I know who 
is that pretty is you."

Laurie laid her head back on my shoulder again and said, 
"You always say nice things to me Danny, and I appreciate 
it, but you know that's not so. My boobs don't even come 
close to matching those girls in the magazines. Just for 
that, you'll have to kiss me again like you did before. I 
think I really like kissing a lot."

Laurie turned her face back to me and with her hand 
behind my head brought my lips down to hers. Her tongue 
immediately snaked out and brushed across my lips and 
then into my mouth. She caressed all parts of my mouth 
and rubbed her tongue all over mine. Her hips pushed back 
against mine and began a circular rubbing motion over my 
groin area.

I was so horny I thought I was about to come in my pants 
right there. My hard-on throbbed, a painful prisoner held 
captive, and all it would have taken was just one or two 
strokes to bring me off to a crashing orgasm. This time 
it was my turn to moan in her mouth and for my hips to 
jerk spasmodically.

Laurie broke our kiss, and putting her mouth close to my 
ear, very softly she said, "Danny, since we seem to have 
done well teaching each other how to kiss, do you think 
maybe we might be able to teach each other some other 
things to?"

I could barely get out an answer. "Ummmm... yesssss," I 
whispered into her ear and pulled her even closer against 
me. I put my hands on her back and rubbed her and then 
lowered my hands to the top of her shorts. Slipping the 
tips of my fingers inside, I felt the top of her panties. 
They felt smooth and silky.

I moved my fingers under the panties and down on to her 
butt. It was smooth and just as tight and firm as I had 
imagined when I had been so enraptured by it earlier. I 
could feel the juncture between the cheeks, and I felt 
all the way down the crack until I came to the bottom. I 
was amazed to find her wet and slick down there, like 
someone had rubbed warmed K-Y Jelly over that part of 
her. I could feel the crotch of her panties and they were 
damp in the same way. This was absolutely amazing.

Her legs trembled so much she could hardly stand. Her 
stomach jerked against me in little movements as my hands 
delved her nether parts. She moaned softly and grasped my 
neck hard with both hands. Moving her head from side to 
side, she found my lips and put her open mouth over them. 
I opened my mouth and our tongues and moans mingled 
together.

I wasn't sure what I was doing, but I knew that I wasn't 
going to stop unless she told me to. I lifted her by her 
ass, and sustaining the kiss all the way, carrying her to 
the sofa. I knelt on the floor next to her and continued 
the kiss. One of her hands fondled the back of my neck 
and the other one raced up and down my back, finally 
stopping on my ass. She began to caress it the same way I 
had hers. I'd never thought of my ass being an erogenous 
area, but her light touches brought waves of pleasure.

Moving my hand to her waist, I gently tugged her t-shirt 
out of her shorts until the whole front of it was free. I 
put my hand under the fabric and could feel the silky 
feel of the skin across her stomach and the area below 
her ribcage. She shivered and drew in her breath as I 
lightly ran my fingers back and forth. I moved my hand 
upward until I could feel the underside of her breast. My 
whole palm went to this area, and I squeezed, almost 
imperceptibly. 

She felt it, though, because she arched her back a little 
to move the breast into my hand. I moved my fingers up 
even more and came to her nipple and areola. The nipple 
was extended and rigid, and the areola was covered by 
tiny goosebumps. Laurie gasped as I gently stroked the 
nipple, moving in circles around and over it. She arched 
her back even more and made little mewling sounds into my 
mouth.

I moved my hand back down to the hem of her shirt and 
pulled the whole shirt up, completely exposing both 
breasts. My hand moved back to her breasts and roved back 
and forth between them, fondling one and then moving to 
the other and gently stroking and rubbing the nipples of 
each.

Breaking the kiss, I moved my lips down to her neck and 
softly kissed and sucked on this area. Finally, lifting 
my head, I looked down on the first real live breasts I 
had ever seen. They weren't the huge mammaries of some of 
the Playboy models, but to my virgin's eyes, they were 
more perfect than Madonna, Gina Lollobrigida, and Sophia 
Loren all wrapped into one. They were about the size of 
half a cantaloupe, standing firm, without any sag. The 
nipples were erect, standing out like little pencil 
erasers. The area around the nipples was flushed and 
covered with goosebumps.

Without volition, I lowered my head until my mouth was 
over the right breast. I extended my tongue and brushed 
it lightly across the nipple. Laurie arched her back 
again and sighed, "Ooooohhh, Dannieeeee..." I moved my 
mouth over to the other nipple and treated it the same. 
Placing my hand on one breast, I gently squeezed it and 
rubbed the nipple while I took the whole nipple area of 
the other one into my mouth. I sucked on the nipple and 
ran my tongue over it like a cat licking its fur. Laurie 
shivered and sighed again.

As Laurie arched her back, she moved one leg off the sofa 
and rested her foot on the floor. This caused her legs to 
part, opening her thighs and stretching the crotch of her 
shorts wide. I dropped one hand down to her exposed knee 
and ran my fingers up and down her thigh from knee to 
juncture of her legs. I could feel her buttocks strain 
upward and her legs move even further apart each time I 
reached the area near her crotch. I slowly moved my 
fingers up to where they were at the hem of her shorts. 
Fingertips first and then my whole hand slipped up into 
one leg of the shorts. My fingertips were right under the 
crotch of her shorts and I could feel the panties that 
covered the goal of my exploring. The whole crotch area 
of the panties were soaked and the outside felt slick and 
hot as I stroked my fingers backward and forward. I 
pressed even harder and felt the lips of her pussy 
through the fabric.

I moved my fingers under the edge of her panties and 
found that she was wet and slick just like her ass had 
been. I delved even further and felt soft hair and the 
lips and crease of her pussy. I dipped a fingertip into 
the crease and found it wet, slick, and hot. Stroking 
even further, I found a little nub and rubbed this. 
Laurie went wild, jerking her hips up and down. Fearful 
of the reaction, I plumbed further and found the treasure 
I had been seeking. My finger moved into a hot, slick 
cavity. I pushed it in even further and felt the walls 
around my finger pulsate and almost grab at my finger. 
With what little motion her panties allowed, I stroked my 
finger in and out. Laurie strained her hips up to me, 
reciprocating stroke for stroke.

Moving my finger out of the hole, I went back to the 
little nubbin I had felt earlier. I rubbed my finger 
across it very, very gently, fearful of hurting her. "Oh, 
yesssss...Danny. That's the spot. Just keep doing that. 
Please, please, don't stop," Laurie whispered almost 
incoherently.

Laurie began to jerk her hips up and down against my 
hand. Her moans filled the whole den and flooded all my 
senses. "Oh, Danny...Oh, Danny...Oh, Danny," she repeated 
over and over again. Finally, she lifted her whole body 
off the sofa, arching her back, with every muscle 
straining against my hand. Her whole body shook and she 
screamed out, "Yesss...Oh, Danny, yesssss..." Relaxing, 
she slowly fell back against the cushions. She continued 
shuddering, with the shudders slowly diminishing until 
she was totally still.

 She opened her eyes, looked up at me, and said, "Oh, 
Danny, I didn't have any idea anything could be that 
good. I've never felt anything that good before."

 

 Chapter II

 

Laurie lay there on the sofa, eyes half-closed, totally 
relaxed. Her running shorts were pulled slightly aside, 
the hem of her tee shirt was up to her neck, and her legs 
were spread apart. To me, she was the most beautiful, 
sensual girl in the world. I wanted to see more of her, 
though. I wanted to see her as I saw her in my dream: 
stretched out with nothing at all on.

She opened her eyes wide and looked up at me. "I didn't 
know anything could feel that good. Thank you for doing 
that to me. Now I know what girls mean when they talk 
about 'coming'."

Seeing Laurie reclined like that, I couldn't help but 
say, "Do you know I dreamed about you the other night?"

"You did?" Pleased, Laurie asked, "What was the dream 
about?"

"Well, you were stretched out like you are now, but you 
were completely nude. Not one stitch of clothes or 
shoes."

She was silent for a moment, thinking of what I said. 
Then in a small, soft voice she said, "Would you like for 
me to make your dream come true?"

"Yes," I whispered. Laurie then sat up and in one 
sweeping motion pulled her tee shirt over her head. She 
stood up and was reaching for her shorts when I stopped 
her. "Wait, Laurie. Please, let me do that."

Laurie looked puzzled, but then she smiled softly. "Yes," 
she said very slowly, "that would be nice. I would like 
for you to finish undressing me."

I gently pressed Laurie back down on the sofa, then down 
onto her back. I took off her shoes and socks slowly, 
running my hand up her calf and thigh after each sock and 
each shoe. Her breathing became faster and her thighs 
quivered slightly with each stroke.

Then there was just her shorts and panties to go. When 
they went, not only would my dream come true, not only 
would I be seeing my first live nude woman, but I would 
be seeing in totality the most beautiful girl I knew. My 
hands trembled and my heart beat faster as I reached for 
the waist of her shorts. I took hold of them and gently 
started tugging them down. They stuck when they reached 
her buttocks, but Laurie helped by lifting herself so the 
shorts could finish sliding down. Finally, down to her 
feet, then off and on to the floor. Now, only her panties 
were left.

Her panties were just as I had imagined--pale blue 
bikini, cut high in the hips with a French cut. The whole 
crotch area was soaked and was almost completely 
transparent. I could see swirls of pubic hair and I could 
dimly see the crease that split the three-inch splay 
between her legs. I could smell Laurie, too. A rich, 
musky, but still pleasant odor welled up from her. For 
the first time, I experienced the aphrodisiac aroma of a 
woman sexually aroused, a woman in heat.

I tugged further at the silken panties, pulling them down 
in the same way I had done the shorts. Slowly, they came 
down, inch by inch, revealing Laurie's softly rounded 
tummy. The first curl of pubic hair appeared, then a 
whole swatch. My hands shook as I pulled the fabric down 
even more. There it was--the beginning of the crease 
between Laurie's legs, the swollen lips of her saturated 
pussy that the view through her panties had only hinted 
of. I tugged the panties down more, down to her thighs. 
Her whole pussy was there right in front of my face. I 
paused, taking in the vision, reveling in the sight and 
smell of Laurie's sexual core.

I came back to my senses then and pulled the panties down 
over her legs and feet, caressing the thighs and legs as 
I went. I wadded up the panties and put them to my nose, 
closing my eyes and taking in the heady aroma. It truly 
was an aphrodisiac. My cock was already throbbing in my 
jeans, but the musky smell made it spurt out even more 
pre-cum. Laurie's panties had been soaked, but my Jockey 
shorts were even worse. A spot was soaking through the 
front of my jeans, and the whole inside area around my 
cock and balls felt wet and hot and slick.

I dropped the panties to the floor and just continued to 
kneel there, my senses almost overcome by the sight of 
Laurie totally revealed. One leg had dropped to the 
floor, leaving her vulva area spread apart. The lips and 
valley between were shiny, glistening with her 
secretions. Her pubic hair was arranged in a swirling 
pattern, damp and still pressed to her skin from her 
panties. The curls were blonde, perfectly matching the 
hair streaming over her shoulders. The little nubbin that 
had given her so much pleasure was barely visible at the 
top of the lips. It looked swollen and ripe and was a 
deeper color than the surrounding area.

My eyes traveled upward, to her softly mounded belly, to 
the area just below her ribcage where the rapid beating 
of her heart showed on the surface. My vision crept up 
even more, and there were her breasts. Round, white, with 
nipples standing erect and little bumps speckling the 
brownish-pink circles of her areolas. Her breasts blended 
into her neck with a flow that was like music. Her 
barely-cleft chin added a counter-point to her mouth, 
lips damp and slightly open as she breathed rapidly. Then 
her eyes--round, blue, soft and languid. For a long 
moment I stared with awe and wonder into those eyes and 
she returned my gaze, silently. She broke the silence 
with words. In almost a whisper she said, "Do I look like 
your dream?"

"No," I whispered back. "You look a hundred...no, a 
thousand times better than in my dream. There, you just 
existed in my imagination. Here, you're real, right in 
front of my eyes, right where I can feel and touch you."

I reached down and lightly stroked her belly mound and 
the area under her breasts. "Even in my dreams, I never 
realized a girl's body could be so beautiful. Can I look 
closer, Laurie? Can I explore? I want to find out all 
about a girl's body."

Laurie kind of half-smiled and said, "Okay, but only on 
the condition that I get my turn with you. Is that a 
promise?"

Her words made my heart beat even more rapidly. "My God," 
I thought, "she wants to do me like I'm doing her, and 
she's asking my permission." It was my turn to smile now. 
"Yes, Laurie, that's a promise."

I knelt between her legs and spread them apart so that I 
could see right into the area between them. I could see 
all her pussy and down into the crack between the globes 
of her buttocks. Her little brown rosette nestled there 
between those cheeks. I took my hands and spread the lips 
of her pussy even further apart.

I realized it was more complex than I had imagined, 
composed of several folds and sets of lips. Down near the 
bottom I could just see the opening into her cavity, the 
place where I had had my finger earlier. At the top of 
the lips was that special little nubbin, her ultra-
sensitive clitoris. The whole area was wet and coated in 
a slippery fluid. I ran my finger up and down the crease, 
feeling the wetness and slipperiness.

I put one finger into the cavity and slowly pushed it in 
to past the knuckle. I pushed it the rest of the way so 
that it was totally inserted into her. The cavity was 
slick, just like the outside, and warm. I pushed the 
finger in and out and the walls of the cavity seemed to 
cling to my finger, as though they wanted to take it 
captive.

I added a second finger to the first and pushed them in 
and out, twisting them slightly. As I did, some of her 
slippery secretion flowed out of the cavity, coating my 
fingers and dripping down so that it ran down the crack 
between her buttocks. Laurie moaned softly as I did this. 
"Does that hurt, Laurie?" I asked in alarm.

"Noooo..." Laurie said in a choked voice, "that doesn't 
hurt at all. You don't need to stop." I realized then 
that she wasn't hurting at all, but was getting as turned 
on as I was. It was as new and exciting to her as it was 
to me, and she was getting sexually aroused like me.

I had heard about boys eating pussy and had wondered what 
made them want to do something like that. With my face so 
close to Laurie's pussy, with the sensation of the touch 
and smell of it, I realized what made it so attractive. I 
withdrew my fingers from her and lightly rubbed my thumb 
over her clitoris. She gasped, moving her hips up and 
down just slightly. I took my fingers and spread the lips 
of her pussy wide apart and, bending my head closer, 
pushed my tongue out and lightly stroked her nubbin with 
it. With a sharp intake of breath, she hunched her center 
up to me.

"Danny, what ARE you doing?"

"I'm teaching you what it's like to have a boy eat you."

"Oh, God, Danny, I've heard about eating, but I never 
thought it would happen to me. If that was a sample, I 
don't know whether I'll be able to stand it."

"Well, I've never done it before, Laurie, so I don't know 
whether I'm doing it right or not."

"Nothing could be more right than what you just did."

I put my mouth back between Laurie's legs and stroked my 
tongue up and down. I ran my lips up one side, caressing 
the swollen pussy lip. Then I went down the other side, 
suckling and licking. I extended my tongue as far as it 
would go and bored it into the cavity down below. I made 
love to her with my tongue, pushing in and out, twisting 
my head from side to side. Slowly, I pulled my tongue out 
of the soaking hole and pressing it so it was broad and 
fat ran it up and down, right in the middle of her 
crease. I covered the area all around her vaginal 
opening, alternating pressure and light, fluttering 
strokes.

I lifted Laurie's legs and put them over my shoulders so 
I could have completely uninhibited access to the center 
of her sex. I reached up and caressed her breasts, 
rubbing my thumbs lightly over and around the nipples. 
Laurie was moaning almost constantly, a low crooning 
sound of pure pleasure. With her legs draped down my 
back, she pulled me in even closer. Her thighs squeezed 
and unsqueezed against the sides of my head, in perfect 
harmony with the actions of my mouth and tongue.

I lifted Laurie up higher and moved my mouth down to her 
little brown star. It was coated with her secretions, 
just like my face and all the area of her sexual center. 
I extended my tongue and rubbed it lightly over the 
wrinkled surface. "Oh, God, Danny! Uuuuhhh...Dannieeee!"
Laurie moaned, wrapping her legs completely around my 
neck and squeezing.

I shaped my tongue into a little spear and delved the
wrinkles until I found the center. Twisting my tongue
around and around, I worked a space for it to finally
enter. Laurie kept squeezing and softly crooning as I
paid homage to her little nether spot.

Gently lowering Laurie, I moved back up to her vaginal 
cavity, using my tongue like I imagined I would use my 
cock if it were in her. I made it as long and slender as 
possible and pushed it into her and out, using a slow 
twisting motion. At the same time, I rubbed my thumb over 
the opening I had just abandoned, lightly rubbing her 
anal opening in small circles. Her hips seemed to have a 
mind of their own, undulating up and down as I ministered 
to their center.

To now I had just barely touched her clitoris. I was 
getting much pleasure from what I was doing and I didn't 
want to chance it's premature end. I had already seen how 
sensitive her nubbin was, and I was fearful that 
attention to it would bring on her orgasm and an end to 
my pleasure. Laurie was not to be denied, though. She 
moved her hips so that the nubbin was right under my 
tongue and I had to pay attention to it.

At the same time, I moved my fingers back to her vaginal 
opening. I inserted two fingers into the hole and stroked 
them in and out. I sucked her nubbin up between my lips 
and ran the tip of my tongue over it. I could feel where 
the nubbin's little sheath had pulled back and its ultra-
sensitive head protruded. I concentrated on this area, 
using the lightest strokes I could manage. Laurie started 
trembling all over, her legs pulling around my neck in 
spasms. She moved her hands down to my head, stroking my 
hair, making love to me with her hands. Her moan 
continued, soft and whispery, and then she started 
chanting, very softly, "So good...so good...soooo 
goooddd..."

Suddenly, Laurie clamped her legs around my neck, arched 
her back, and strained against my mouth. I could feel her 
pussy pulsating against my fingers inside, and then it 
clamped down on them, holding them in a vise grip. Laurie 
moaned, "Oh, God, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm 
commmmmminnnnnggggg."

Small convulsions wracked her abdomen, and her stomach, 
buttocks, and thighs shuddered. They seemed to go on and 
on as her orgasm continued in wave after wave. The leg-
clamp she had on my head relaxed little by little, and I 
moved my tongue through her crease and over her clitoris 
very slowly and lightly, matching pace with her orgasm's 
slide down from peak. Gradually, her legs relaxed and she 
unwrapped them from around my neck and let them fall back 
down on my back. I took them from my shoulders and gently 
put them back on the sofa. Laurie lay there totally 
spent, absolutely still, savoring the slowly ebbing 
after-shocks of her orgasm.

From between her legs I gazed at her and was filled with 
a mixture of both pride and pleasure. The realization 
that I was the one responsible for her pleasure, the 
knowledge that it was possible for me to give so much 
pleasure to a girl, thrilled me and filled me with awe. I 
had been so worried about how I would act with a girl if 
given the opportunity, and now I had the assurance that I 
could give pleasure in its fullest measure.

Laurie's tremors had stopped and she now lay completely 
still. Her eyelids fluttered open and she smiled weakly 
at me. "Oh, God, Danny, I can't even begin to tell you 
how that felt. I thought I had to be in heaven. And you 
said you didn't know how it was done."

"I guess that sort of thing just comes natural. Besides, 
I had you to inspire me. I can't imagine that anyone 
could look more beautiful and sexy than you."

"There you go again, Danny, and I love every word of it. 
You still have to kiss me for saying it, though."

She held out her arms to me and I knelt over her, moving 
my lips down to hers. One arm went on my shoulder and 
caressed the back of my neck. The other went around my 
back and lightly stroked. Our mouths blended together, 
wet and open. Her tongue was the aggressor, moving under 
my lips, under my tongue, and all around it. Her vaginal 
juices were all over my face and in my mouth and I knew 
she could taste them the same as I had. As we broke the 
kiss, she reached out and licked all around my mouth, 
trying to get even more of them.

Then Laurie stirred. She put her hands to my chest and 
with the soft smile she had used before, pushed me away 
gently, saying, "Now it's time for you to keep your 
promise."

"I always keep my promises," I said, smiling back at her. 
"What do you want me to do?"

"Trade places with me, so that I can do you just like you 
did me. I want to get you naked and look at you and 
explore everything there is about you." She pushed at me 
even harder and then slipping around to my side stood up. 
She reached down for my hands and stood me up right 
against the sofa. Then she pushed me so that I had to sit 
down. She stood there, completely nude and 
unselfconscious, and reached down for my tee shirt. She 
pulled it up, and I put my hands over my head so that she 
could pull it free. Putting her hands back on my chest, 
she gently pushed me down so that I lay supine on the 
sofa.

She moved to my feet and removed one loafer and then the 
other. Then the socks, one at a time. She stroked her 
hand up my leg until it reached my crotch and then gently 
rubbed her hand across the bulge of my hard-on. I gasped 
loudly and moaned, "Oh, God, Laurie, do that much more 
and I'm gonna go off in my pants."

She withdrew her hand and put it on the top button of my 
jeans. She couldn't get it loose with one hand and had to 
put both hands down to undo it. Her nipples rubbed 
against mine and little electric sparks of pleasure shot 
through them. I realized that being horny made a man's 
nipples erogenous just like a woman's. Seeing the 
goosebumps come up around my nipples, she lowered her 
head and licked across each one, slowly and sensually. I 
couldn't help but moan "Ummmmmm" as she did.

At last she got the button undone and reached for the tab 
to the zipper. She found it and slowly lowered the zipper 
to the bottom. She rubbed across my crotch in the process 
and my cock quivered and oozed out more pre-cum into my 
already soaked underwear. She rubbed her hand back up the 
bulge as she reached for the top of my jeans, enjoying 
the exquisite pleasure she knew she was giving me.

She tugged and struggled to get my jeans down. I lifted 
my bottom from off the sofa to give her room to pull them 
from my hips. At last they were down to my thighs and she 
was able to easily take them off the rest of the way. I 
now lay there naked but for my Jockey shorts. They bulged 
out even further with the restriction of the jeans 
removed, and my hard-on made a tent of their front. I 
looked down, and even though the shorts were white, I 
could see the whole front and crotch of them was soaked 
with my pre-seminal flow.

Laurie traced her hand slowly up my bare leg to the edge 
of my shorts. Her touch was light and fluttering and I 
gasped as the fingers barely touched the sensitive area 
high on the inside of my thigh. She dipped the tips of a 
couple of fingers under the edge of the shorts and rubbed 
them very lightly against underside of my balls. My hips 
jerked up in a pleasure reaction and I moaned again.

Then her hands moved to the top of my Jockey shorts and I 
knew she would soon be seeing a sight. They came down 
easier than my jeans, and I only had to lift my ass 
slightly to get them past my buttocks. My hard-on was 
major obstruction, though, and Laurie had to lift the 
shorts high to get them over my balls and rigid, 
tumescent cock. She strained and jerked them down in one 
motion. My cock, restrained for so long now, leapt up and 
stood there, quivering up and down with little movements 
in time with my heartbeat.

Laurie froze, her hands still, as she whispered, "Oh, my 
God! Sex-Ed didn't show this. It's beautiful."

Hardly taking her eyes off my cock, she drew my shorts 
down and over my feet. She felt how damp they were and 
said, "Your underwear is wet just like my panties were. 
Do boys get wet like girls do?"

"Yeah. It's almost the same. When a boy get horny and 
gets a hard-on, pre-cum comes out. It's like a lubricant. 
It makes it easier to put it inside a girl. I've had a 
hard-on for almost an hour now, and I've almost soaked my 
shorts." While I was saying this, some more pre-cum oozed 
out the head of my cock and ran in a rivulet down the 
head. Laurie moved up between my legs, dropped to her 
knees, reached out a finger and touched the glistening 
bead of liquid. She smeared it around on the head with a 
little circular motion. My hips jerked involuntarily and 
I gasped at the touch.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Danny," Laurie said. "Did that hurt?"

"No, no, it didn't hurt. It felt good, real good. It's 
just that I've gotten so horny seeing you naked and 
touching you and seeing you go off that I'm right on the 
verge of going off myself. It would take hardly anything 
to make me come right now."

Laurie's eyes widened and she asked, "What does a boy do 
when he comes? Does stuff come out your penis like they 
said in Sex-Ed?"

"Yes. Jism shoots out the end. It comes out in spurts. 
It's what contains sperm, the stuff that makes girls 
pregnant."

"Yeah, we learned about that in Sex-Ed. Teacher told us 
that if a girl doesn't want to get pregnant she should 
never have intercourse unless the boy wears a condom. Or 
be on the pill."

"Yeah, that's so. Only we boys call them rubbers, not 
condoms."

It looked like Laurie couldn't keep her hands off me, and 
she ran her hands up and down my thighs from my knees up 
to where they just barely touched my balls. She stared at 
my cock as she did so, seemingly mesmerized by it. 
Finally, she spoke, and asked softly, "What makes a boy 
come, makes him shoot the stuff out the end?"

"Well, the best way for a boy is to put inside a girl. 
Boys dream about fucking girls so they can get off. From 
what I've heard boys say, though, getting off orally is 
as good if not better than fucking. That's where the girl 
puts it in her mouth and sucks on it until he gets off. 
That's called eating it."

"Yeah, I've heard girls in gym class brag about eating 
their boy friends."

"Then there's always a hand-job. Touching a cock and 
rubbing a hand up and down on it makes it go off, too," I 
said. "When you touched it while ago, I was afraid I was 
gonna lose it right then."

Laurie reached out a hand and touched my cock with the 
tip of her fingers and ran them up and down from the wet, 
glistening head to its base. "Danny, I want to see you go 
off. Can I give you a...what did you call it...a hand-
job?"

"Oh, yesss... It won't take much, I'm so close to coming 
right now."

"Tell me how to do it. I want to do it right. I want you 
to feel as good as you made me feel."

"Just wrap your hand around it and move the skin up and 
down. Get some of that juice on the end and smear it all 
over it. That makes it feel even better. This area right 
here, right under the head, is the most sensitive," I 
said, pointing to the area on the underside of the glans.

She ran her fingertips through the drops of pre-cum on 
the head and smeared them all over my cock. Wrapping her 
hand very gently around the shaft, she made little 
movements up and down. God, it felt good. I couldn't keep 
from thrusting my hips up and down to move my cock inside 
her hand. Sensing that I wanted more movement, she began 
sliding her hand up and down, all the way from the top to 
the bottom. Each time she moved over the top, more pre-
cum oozed out and provided greater lubrication. I guess 
it was natural instinct that made her do it, but she put 
her other hand on my balls and stroked them lightly, 
causing pleasure to radiate through me. I closed my eyes 
and gave myself over to the pleasure she was giving me.

I wanted it to last forever, but nature couldn't be 
delayed any longer. Moaning, I thrust my hips up and down 
and arched my back. My hips strained up against her hand 
and the explosion came. The first spurt must have gone 
three feet into the air, flying upward and landing on my 
chest. More spurts came and ran down over her hand, 
falling to my stomach and thighs. Gradually, the flow 
slowed and only a few drops flowed out. She kept working 
her hand, carrying me through the orgasm and beyond. 
Slowly I dropped my hips to the sofa, relaxing until even 
the small tremors subsided.

Laurie released my cock and rubbed her hands through the 
come that lay spattered across my body. God, even that 
felt good when she did it. She raised her hand, still 
dripping with come, and put it to her nose to take in the 
odor of my jism. She stuck out her tongue and ran it 
through some come and took it into her mouth. Satisfied 
that she knew how come smelled and tasted, she put the 
hand back down on my stomach and rubbed the come around 
in circles. "God, Danny," she said, "you really made a 
mess. Let me go get a cloth so I can clean us up."

I watched her walk to the bathroom, her hips swaying, her 
ass even more sexy than the way she looked in her shorts. 
My cock had shrunk a little after I shot off, but seeing 
Laurie's ass made it come back to its full rigidity. Five 
minutes after coming, and I was horny all over again!

Laurie came back in a few minutes with a warm, wet cloth. 
She had cleaned the jism off her hands and was going to 
give me a clean up now. She took the cloth and washed the 
come that smeared my legs, stomach, and chest. Then she 
started on my cock and balls. The warmth and friction of 
the cloth made my cock start throbbing again. Laurie was 
enjoying ministering to my needs and sensed the effect it 
was having on me. Stroking my cock, she said, "I thought 
a boy's penis...er, cock...is supposed to go down after 
he has an orgasm."

"Well, usually it does," I answered. "I was horny for 
long ahead of time, though, and seeing your sexy behind 
as you walked out while ago has made me horny all over 
again. I guess once just wasn't enough."

She continued to stroke my cock and said, "Well, if I'm 
the one responsible for this monster, then I guess I'll 
just have to be the one to tame it." Mimicking the words 
I spoken to her earlier, she said, "Now it's time for you 
to find out how it feels to be eaten by a girl." 

She lowered her head, opened her mouth, and took about 
half my cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around on 
the head and then moved down to that most sensitive part 
under the head. She moved her head up and down, imitating 
the motion she had recently made with her hand. She moved 
up so that only the head was in her mouth and sucked on 
it like it was a lollipop. Taking the cock out of her 
mouth, she swirled her tongue over the head, and then up 
and down the sides.

The pleasure she was giving me was beyond even my wildest 
imagination. My hips pushed upward and the muscles in my 
buttocks and thighs strained against her. I put my hands 
down to her hair and stroked her head. Through clenched 
teeth, I moaned out, "Ohhh...Laurie...Ohhh, that's sooo 
good." She must have remembered how I reacted to having 
her touch my balls because she moved her mouth down to 
them and ran the tip of her tongue over the balls in 
light circles. While doing this, her hand was moving up 
and down my cock, giving me pleasure on both my cock and 
my balls.

While her tongue was playing with my balls and her hand 
with my cock, her other hand was busy too. It moved to my 
buttocks and to the crease between them. The fingers 
stroked along the crease and then down to its bottom, to 
the anal area. One finger stroked across my anus and it 
was like sparks shooting through me. Laurie felt the 
reaction, and rubbed in tiny circles over the crinkled 
spot.

She took some saliva and pre-cum that had run down my 
crease and wet her finger and my anus with it. Then she 
moved the finger to the center of my anus and pressed in. 
Slowly the finger penetrated. I couldn't believe the 
pleasure it gave. She withdrew the finger and rubbed the 
surface some more.

My hips were jerking upward and I was grunting and 
moaning in pleasure at the same time. The pleasure kept 
mounting, and I could feel myself reach a point where it 
was almost too much to endure. Laurie abandoned my balls 
and engulfed my cock back into her mouth. She took as 
much of it in as she could, well over half of it. Her 
cheeks caved in from the suction, and she sucked and used 
her tongue in an unbelievable way. "Oh, Laurie," I 
moaned, "I'm gonna come! I gonna come right now!"

I thought she would take it out of her mouth and finish 
me off with her hands, but she didn't. Instead, she tried 
to swallow more of it, and started sucking even harder. 
It was too much. I crashed over the edge. My hips jerked, 
my back arched, and I pressed my whole groin area up the 
center of pleasure in Laurie's mouth. Then the wave hit 
me and my cock started spasming, jetting streams of come 
out into Laurie's mouth. She gulped, trying to swallow 
all of it. She got a lot of it down, but I could feel 
some bubble out of her mouth and run down on my stomach 
and balls. I thought that I would have been out of come 
from the last orgasm, but there apparently much more 
stored up.

The spasms lessened and slowly my cock began to shrink, 
after all this time finally to go down. Laurie kept it in 
her mouth until it was small and flaccid and then slowly 
eased it out with her tongue. Some jism dripped on it as 
she did. She raised her head, and looked up at me, a soft 
smile on her face. Her lips were coated with come, little 
drops of it were at the corners of her mouth, and a drop 
of it dribbled from her chin. "Oh, God, Laurie, that was 
unbelievable. I know my orgasm must have been better than 
yours because I DID go to heaven."

"Nothing could have been better than mine," Laurie said. 
"Maybe as good, but not better." She moved up my body, 
kissing me on the chest, and then full on the lips. I 
tasted myself the same way she had tasted herself. A 
feeling of sheer concupiscence flowed through me from the 
pure sensuality of such a kiss.

We lay there on the sofa together: naked, satiated, spent 
lovers. We relaxed and kissed slowly, enjoying the 
afterglow of pleasures. We probably would have dozed, 
awoke, and made love again if the phone hadn't have rung. 
We jumped, startled by the unexpected sound. Laurie 
answered it and made a face at me as she talked.

She hung up the phone and said, "Darn! Darn, darn! That 
was Aunt Betty. It seems that Mom asked her to check on 
us and she's on the way over here to be sure we get fed 
today. We'd better get dressed, and you'd better go over 
to your house until she gets here. We sure don't want 
anyone thinking we've been...er, been doing the things we 
just did."

"No. Not with our straight-laced folks," I answered.

"Oh, Danny, I'm sorry. I thought we would have more time 
today. There's still a lot more I want to know, more 
questions I want to ask you. Maybe even some more... uh, 
some more... show-and-tell," she said finally, with just 
a hint of a smile. "Do you think maybe later on... maybe 
later on we could have some more... maybe some more... 
uh, dancing lessons?"

I was thrilled by her question. I had wanted to suggest 
that we continue our exploration, but didn't want to risk 
the good thing already going. She had taken it out my 
hands, though, and paved the way by suggesting it 
herself. "Yeah, Laurie, I would really like that. I would 
like some more... dancing lessons."

"I'll see if I can find out when our folks are going to 
be out of town again. I'll want to make sure we're here 
alone. Now I'm going to take a quick shower, and you need 
to run home and do the same. I'll call you when Aunt 
Betty gets here and has a meal ready."

With Laurie standing there, I quickly got back into my 
jeans and tee shirt. "I'll see you later," I said, 
turning back to her. No word was spoken, but we leaned 
forward and kissed lightly before heading in our 
different directions.

 

 

 Chapter III

 

After leaving Laurie's house, I went home and showered 
and changed clothes. The telephone rang about an hour 
later, and pretending I didn't know about Aunt Betty's 
being there, Laurie invited me over for dinner. The three 
of us had dinner together, and then Laurie and I 
volunteered to clean up the kitchen and put the dishes in 
the dishwasher. During dinner and even now Laurie seemed 
to sparkle with a new animation. There was a glow about 
her that hadn't shown before, and it was very becoming.

Laurie had put on pants and a blouse that complemented 
the blue of her eyes, and her appearance together with 
this aspect of her personality made her even more 
desirable. I ached to reach out and hold her in my arms 
just as she had been only a short time before down in the 
den. I whispered to her so that Aunt Betty couldn't 
possible hear, "Laurie, maybe it's that outfit you have 
on, but I've never seen you look prettier. God, Laurie, 
you're more than pretty, right now you're absolutely 
beautiful."

Laurie leaned toward me, lightly brushed her lips across 
mine, and with a little soft, almost secret, smile 
whispered back, "Maybe you're just now really seeing me 
as a girl. Anyway, you've got to quit saying things like 
that when other people are around." Then with an impish 
smile, she said, "That keeps me from collecting my 
penance."

"Okay, I promise to be good," I whispered, smiling back.

"And you always keep your promises," she whispered, 
laughing softly into my ear. Turning serious, she 
continued, "I really mean it, Danny. We have to be 
careful and act just like we always do. We can't give 
anyone ideas about us."

"Yeah. You're right, I know. I really do promise I'll 
watch myself."

The three of us watched television in the den for a 
couple of hours, and then I decided I had better go home 
and get ready for bed. I had been home for about thirty 
minutes when all our folks drove up. I listened to 
stories about Bridgeport for a while and then turned in. 
I slept soundly, with no disturbing dreams of Laurie.

The next evening, I went over to Laurie's to study for an 
English exam. We had several classes together and often 
studied together. We went to her bedroom to use her study 
desk. Although it was not unusual for us to shut the 
bedroom door in order to study, this time we left it 
open. As soon as we were seated, Laurie quietly 
cautioned, "Now you be sure and behave yourself."

Half-irritated, I replied, "I SAID I'd be good, didn't 
I?"

Laurie stroked her hand across my cheek and said, "I'm 
sorry, Danny. It's just that we can't be too careful."

"Well, you're not helping matters any," I replied, 
looking her up and down. She was dressed in cutoffs that 
barely covered her crotch and the bottoms of her buttocks 
and her tight tank top exposed every line in her bra.

"Oh, gosh, Danny, I'm sorry. I'm not used to guys being 
interested in me, and I didn't think how I might affect 
you. I guess it's my turn to say I'll behave." I could 
tell from her expression that she genuinely was sorry, 
and I yearned to reach out and hold her and ask her 
forgiveness for scolding.

We finished studying around 9:00 o'clock and went down to 
the kitchen to have cookies and milk. After swallowing 
the last drop of milk, I picked up my book, told Laurie 
I'd see her at school the next day, and headed out the 
back door to go home. Laurie followed me out to the dark 
of the back porch and whispered, "Wait, Danny."

"Hmm? What is it?"

"I just found out all our folks are going back to 
Bridgeport Wednesday evening," Laurie whispered 
excitedly. "They won't be back to around midnight. Aunt 
Betty is even going this time."

"Does that mean...?" I softly said.

Laurie nodded her head, and with a look of elation, 
whispered, "Yes, yes, yes. It means we can continue...it 
means we can continue our...er, our dancing lessons," she 
finally said. "That is," she said with a return of that 
impish smile, "you already have something planned for 
Wednesday evening."

I reached out, pulled Laurie up close to me, and 
whispered directly into her ear, "Well, I had planned to 
stay home and read War and Peace."

Laughing softly, Laurie hit me on the shoulder and said, 
"You'll pay for that."

Holding her even closer, I murmured into her ear, 
"Laurie, you're the only thing in my plans." She wrapped 
both arms around my neck and snuggled up real close. I 
touched her chin, turned up her mouth to mine, and kissed 
her deeply. She opened her mouth to me, and our tongues 
fought a fencing duel. Her hips pushed toward mine, and 
our whole bodies embraced.

My cock sprang to its full rigidity, and through the 
scant cover her cutoffs provided, she could feel the knot 
it formed. She pushed hard against it, broke the kiss, 
and whispered, "Umm, you're just going to have to put 
that on hold for a while." Then she reached out the tip 
of her tongue, brushed it across my ear lobe, and with a 
laugh so soft I could only feel it through our embrace, 
she murmured, "Maybe you can take a cold shower."

Laurie pulled away from me, and turning serious, said, 
"Danny, I'm sorry. That was mean. I'll make it up to you. 
I'll have some... uh... some surprises for you 
Wednesday."

"Surprises? What kind of surprises?"

"Silly, they won't be surprises if I tell you. Now you 
run home and develop some patience."

As I turned away, Laurie softly said, "Oh, Danny."

"Hmm?"

"Have a nice shower."

I picked up a newspaper that was on the back porch and 
threw it at her.



 Chapter IV
 

 

I thought Wednesday would never arrive. First, I was 
fearful for the whole time that something would arise to 
make our parents change their minds or keep them from 
going. Second, I had stayed in almost a constant state of 
erection for those two days, and had to change shorts 
twice a day because I kept soaking them with pre-cum. I 
had been tempted several times to beat off to relieve the 
pressure, but each time decided to wait, to save it all 
for our "lesson time."

All my fears came to naught, though, and 6:00 o'clock 
Wednesday evening, our parents and Aunt Betty drove off. 
I waited for fifteen minutes to make certain none of them 
had forgotten something they would have to return for and 
then slipped out the back door and over to Laurie's 
house.

I didn't know what to expect when I got there--whether 
she would be waiting for me in the nude or what. As it 
was, she wasn't. In fact, she was dressed more fully that 
usual, with a loose blouse and long, full skirt. Just as 
before, though, she had barely touched up with make-up, 
and just as before, she was stunningly beautiful.

The way she was dressed confused me, though. Last Monday, 
when we couldn't do anything, she had dressed like a 
little sexpot. This evening, when we were alone, she was 
dressed like a girl from the Catholic high school. What 
kind of signals was she sending--had she reverted to 
shyness with me, had she changed her mind about our 
"dancing lessons?"

Laurie stepped up to me, put her hands behind my neck, 
and said, "Oh, Danny, I've been so nervous. I've been so 
afraid something would happen and we'd have to call this 
evening off."

"I've had exactly the same sort of feelings," I said. 
Because of being thrown off by her signals, I was 
uncertain how to proceed. I desperately needed for her to 
give some sort of clear signal, to somehow point in a 
direction that would lead the way. The last thing I 
wanted was to do something that would turn her away from 
me, and I hoped she would indicate what she wanted to do.

Luckily, she came to the rescue by saying, "Let's go down 
to the den and put on some music."

When we got down to the den, I saw the lights had been 
turned down dim. My hopes soared and my heart beat a 
little faster. Even so, I still wasn't certain that could 
be considered a sure signal--the lights could have been 
turned that way accidentally. As soon as we got into the 
room, Laurie went over to the stereo and turned it on. 
The music to "Three Times a Lady," a song Laurie knew to 
be one of my favorites, came out. Laurie held out her 
arms to me and said, "Come dance with me, Danny."

Now I really was confused. Laurie had referred to this 
evening as our "dance lesson," and I thought she was just 
using a cute euphemism--now I wondered if "dance lesson" 
had been what she really meant. She moved against me, and 
nestling close, put her head on my shoulder. Holding her 
like that felt exactly right, and even if nothing else 
happened, I felt myself fortunate.

The music was some of my favorites, I had the joy of 
holding Laurie's body up against mine, and if that was 
all I would get, then that's what I'd happily accept. 
Laurie put her hand to the back of my neck and lightly 
caressed it. I could hear her breathing into my ear and 
responded by caressing her back.

Suddenly, Laurie's tongue reached out and ran lightly in 
a little circle around my ear lobe. There must be a 
direct nerve between the ear and the cock because my cock 
immediately sprang to attention. I had been half-hard 
till this, but now my cock bloomed to its full dimension, 
pressing against the front of my jeans. Laurie felt the 
surge and pressed herself hard against it. With her mouth 
right at my ear, I could hear her breathing become harder 
and faster. Nothing could be a clearer signal than that.

I put my hands down to Laurie's buttocks and pulled her 
in even harder against my bulge. The pressure made my 
cock throb and put out such a stream of pre-cum that I 
could feel a large circle of hot wetness all around it. 
Very slowly, I started to ease her skirt up. I wanted to 
put my hands on her panties, to move my hands under them 
and caress her bare skin, make direct contact with the 
sweet little handfuls of her buttocks.

I pulled the skirt almost to her waist and then put my 
hands down, feeling for the silken smoothness of her 
panties. Instead of silk, I felt the soft, hot globules 
of her ass and the crevice that separated them. Laurie 
was completely bare under her skirt. Under the chaste, 
full skirt, Laurie was completely uncovered. I had been 
looking for subtle signals, and she was hitting me 
between the eyes, instead. I gently kneaded the twin 
little ripe melons of her ass and murmured, "Oh, Laurie, 
Laurie."

"That's my first surprise," Laurie whispered.

"First surprise? There's others?"

"In time, Mr. Impatience. First, you have to make up 
penance for all the times you had to miss. A kiss for 
each nice thing you've said," Laurie said, turning her 
face up to mine and opening her mouth for a kiss.

"Oh, what a punishment," I said, my mouth hungrily 
seeking hers. "I'm going to have to watch the things I 
say."

Our mouths fought with each other, lip against lip, 
tongue against tongue. She opened her's wider, completely 
surrounding mine, and nibbled and ate on my mouth. Her 
tongue licked over my lips and all around my mouth. She 
bit down gently on my lower lip, pulling it into her 
mouth, and sucked and fed on it.

My hands continued to make love to her buttocks, to 
caress the flesh so close to her center. I moved my 
fingers into their dividing cleft and slowly traced 
downward, seeking out the feminine treasures hidden 
below. Further down, the crevice was wet, coated with her 
hot, slippery, sexual creams. I moved my fingers up and 
down, sliding in the hot slickness of her lower crevice. 
I worked two fingers down even further, to where I could 
feel the beginning of the hot, swamp of her woman sex. 
The whole area between her legs was wet, wetter even than 
she had been before. Cream coated the inside of her 
thighs, running in little rivers down her legs.

I stroked my fingers across the inside of her thighs and 
Laurie spread them apart, giving me greater access. Her 
breath panted into my mouth and her tongue made crazy 
gyrations in and around my mouth. I dipped a finger into 
the liquid pudding of her pussy and rubbed around the 
edge of her vaginal opening. She moaned and pressed the 
Vee of her sex even harder against my cock bulge.

Still holding the kiss, Laurie pulled her hips away from 
mine and lowered her hand to the front of my jeans. She 
moved her fingers over and around the bulge, and cupped 
and gently squeezed it. It was my turn now to gasp, and I 
panted and moaned into her mouth. Laurie finally broke 
the kiss just a little. Holding her lips so that they 
just brushed against mine, she said, "Let's get naked."

I reached for the buttons on her blouse to undo them, and 
she said, "No... I want to do it. I want to undress for 
you. Just sit down there and let me put on the Laurie 
Show." Dumb-founded at my good fortune, I sat down on the 
sofa, my heart beating fast and my cock throbbing in 
anticipation of Laurie's show.

Laurie stood there in front of me and slowly ran her 
tongue over her lips, making them even wetter and more 
pouty. The music was still playing, and with half-closed 
eyes she started swaying to the music's slow beat. Her 
hands went to the front of her blouse and with 
agonizingly slow movements, she unbuttoned it. 

Moving the loosened front of her blouse, she flashed me a 
glimpse of one bra-covered breast and then the other. The 
turned her back to me, and working the blouse loose from 
her arms, she shrugged and it fell to the floor. She 
slowly turned back, her hands in front, each covering a 
breast. In a graceful motion, she sat down on the floor, 
carefully spreading the skirt so it covered almost all of 
her, and removed her shoes and socks. She then stood, 
deliberately giving me a momentary view of her thighs.

Although Laurie was still mostly dressed with skirt and 
bra still on, the pure sensuality of her actions coupled 
with the anticipation of what was still to be seen had me 
gasping and drooling: gasping for breath and drooling a 
flood of excited pre-seminal secretions. I caught myself 
holding my breath and had to force myself to breathe 
normally.

Laurie next put her hands behind her back, feeling for 
the catch of her bra. I could see the cups fall loose 
from her breasts as the catch came undone. She turned her 
back to me once more and shrugged the straps from off her 
shoulders. When she turned back, she was holding the cups 
in place.

Slowly she let the right one fall away, revealing the 
full breast, its nipple, and crinkled areola. The other 
cup fell away and her arm and bra fell to her side. Her 
breasts were now completely bare, nipples upright at 
rigid attention. She let the bra fall to the floor and 
then threw back her shoulders, raising her mounds to 
stand proudly in all their magnificence. She put her 
finger tips to her mouth, licked them, and then ran the 
saliva over her nipples and areolas, teasing them to even 
greater rigidity. She looked directly into my eyes, and 
the look told me she was enjoying showing her body to me.

Catching the beat of the music again, Laurie started once 
again to sway--her eyes hooded over and half-closed. She 
put her hands under her breasts and caressed them. Then, 
slowly, the hands stroked down her exposed middle to the 
top of her skirt. She undid the button and the skirt 
loosened from her waist. I held my breath in anticipation 
of its fall to the floor, of the awaited view of the very 
essence of Laurie's sex.

She thwarted my desires by catching the skirt and turning 
away from me. She dropped the skirt so that one buttock 
was revealed and then down even further so the mounds of 
both her perfect ass globes could be seen. Then she 
released the skirt and it fell to the floor, forming a 
circle about her feet. Her whole back was now totally 
revealed to me--the smooth arch and the cleft that split 
her ass and curved under to her hot core.

She stepped out of the circle of her skirt, spreading her 
thighs, and I had a brief glimpse of the swollen lips and 
glistening valley of her vulva. With a graceful pivot, 
she turned back to me. An arm now covered her breasts and 
a hand fanned in front of her sex, like a flesh-and-blood 
fig leaf. Then she lowered her arms to her side, closed 
her eyes, bowed her head, and stood immobile, an young 
Venus, a perfect nymph, a fully revealed child-woman. 
Nowhere in the world could there have been someone more 
beautiful, a girl more desirable, a woman more sensual 
than Laurie was at that moment.

I realized I had been holding my breath through the final 
minutes of her revelation, and I gasped for air, dizzy-
headed. I wanted to applaud, stamp my feet, stand up and 
cheer, but all I could do was sit there, struck mute. 
Before my very eyes, little shy Laurie had been 
transformed. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, 
Laurie's new-found sexuality, her new sparkle, was 
turning her into a newer, even more beautiful and 
desirable woman.

Laurie walked to me, leaned over, and kissed me every so 
gently on the lips. When she did, her thighs spread and 
the lips of her sex split wide, revealing the whole 
secretion-coated area. Her juicy cream had continued to 
flow and covered the insides of her thighs almost down to 
the knees. I put my hand down and stroked through the 
slick coating, sliding up to make contact with her 
inflamed vulva. "Oh, I'm so wet," she said. "Wetter than 
even last time. Without panties, I'm running just all 
over the place. I need to get a cloth and dry myself."

"Don't you dare," I said. "I love the way you cream like 
that, and I want you keep all of it." I put my whole palm 
against the inside of her thigh and stroked my hand 
through the slick juice, caressing from her knee to flax-
covered edge of her labia.

Laurie pulled back from me and said, "No, not yet, Danny. 
You get naked first. Put me on a show now. Put me on a 
Danny show." Then, dropping her hand so that her fingers 
stroked through her love juice, she said, "Make me even 
wetter, Danny."

Though I knew anything I might do would appear clumsy, 
even ludicrous, compared to Laurie's stunning and 
beautiful revelation of her body, I wanted more than 
anything in the world to please her, to try to give her 
pleasure in return for that she had just given me. So, in 
imitation her actions, I stood up, moved in front of her, 
and removed my shirt, slowly and what I hoped would be 
teasingly. Instead of sitting to remove my shoes, I 
lifted each foot and removed my shoes and socks that way. 
I undid the top button of my jeans, and slowly, inch by 
slow inch, lowered the zipper. The front of my jeans fell 
open, revealing my upper groin, still concealed by my 
Jockey shorts.

Laurie had been silent, watching my every movement. One 
of her hands had fallen to between her thighs, where she 
was tracing a small circle with her finger tips in the 
coating of wet cream that had flowed over her there. She 
seemed to be caught up in watching me and oblivious to 
her hand action. It may have been stimulating to her, but 
the sensuality of the action was even more stimulating to 
me.

I continued to watch her hand as I slowly lowered my 
jeans downward to my thighs, allowing my pent-up erection 
to fill out the front of my shorts. Laurie's fingertips 
moved upward and stroked the crease that formed the line 
between her hip and mount of Venus, tracing the line back 
and forth. I pushed my jeans all the way to the floor and 
stepped out of them.

Then I thrust out my hips, forcing my still-hidden but 
bulging hard-on out for her view. Laurie moved her 
fingers even higher, right along the edge of her labia, 
gently and idly stroking and caressing the beginnings of 
her pleasure center.

I turned my back to her then and started lowering the 
shorts down over the cheeks of my ass. I pulled them down 
below my hips and leaned over from the waist to remove 
them from my feet. I knew that pose would reveal my balls 
hanging down, the bush of hair surrounding them, and the 
base of my cock. I held the pose for more than necessary 
to give her a longer view. Then I turned back to her, my 
cock fully extended, inflamed, and dripping with my pre-
cum flow.

I stood still, the only movement being my cock's little 
nods up and down as it throbbed in concert with each 
heartbeat. Her fingers were actually in her pussy now, 
and lightly stroked over and around her clitoris. 
Whatever I may have thought of my show, it was obvious 
that Laurie liked it. She parted her legs even more, and 
throwing her head back and moving her hand over her whole 
soaking vulva, she said hoarsely, "Oh, God, Danny, I'm 
practically gushing."

Then, without waiting for anything else from me, she 
stood, put one hand behind my head, and with lips spread 
open and tongue already extended, she put her mouth to 
mine and kissed me deeply. Her other hand dropped to my 
turgid cock and lightly stroked up and down its shaft. 
Drops of lubricant that had been building up in my cock 
flowed over her fingers, and she spread my male juices 
over the swollen head and vein-covered shaft. I groaned 
in the pure pleasure of her touch and thrust my swollen 
member against the hand causing me such sweet agony.

At the same time, my hands hungrily sought her body. I 
dipped one hand between her legs, feeling the oily 
secretions that flowed and covered her there. One finger 
moved lightly and lovingly between the gaping, engorged 
labial lips, then upward to flick across her inflamed 
love bud, her throbbing clitoris. She ground her whole 
pussy against my hand, and with an almost animal sound, 
growled into my mouth. She took my lower lip into her 
mouth, put it between her teeth, and with gentle little 
bites nibbled and sucked on it. "Danny, Danny," she 
sighed, "I've been wanting this so bad. I've been wanting 
YOU so bad."

"Oh, God, me, too. I've been hard ever since I left here 
Monday, knowing about tonight. All I could think about 
was seeing you like this, holding you like this, kissing 
you like this." Our mouths came back together, and we 
ground our whole bodies against each other. Her breasts 
were crushed against my chest, and her hips thrust up 
against mine. Our thighs pressed together, and I could 
feel their wetness as they pressed against mine. My cock 
had pressed downward and was lodged in the hot, liquid 
tightness between her thighs. The lubricity and the heat 
of her sex made me throb and thrust against her. "Oh, 
Laurie, that's so good...so, so good," I murmured.

Laurie twisted her thighs together and the head of my 
cock slid down even further, down to where I could feel 
the beginning of the slope into her cavity. Oh, how I 
longed to thrust deeply into that pleasure place, to bury 
my hardness in its steamy heat. Reluctantly, I pulled 
back. Much more, and I might not have enough control to 
avoid driving my cock into her cavern and ripping apart 
the maidenhood that protected it. Laurie was my best 
friend, my cousin, my almost-sister, and now, my lover.

I could not bear the thought of causing her any pain, 
most certainly the pain that would accompany penetration. 
And even if that could be avoided, the thought of her 
getting pregnant was nightmarish. Maybe it was because I 
had sensed our common plight, but from the time of my 
very first memories of Laurie and me, I had always felt 
protective of her, wanting to shield her from any pain or 
unhappiness. Even wanting her as badly as I did, I could 
not bear to think of the consequences of such action. 
Reluctantly, I pulled my cock out of the exquisite liquid 
embrace of her thighs.

Feeling the separation, Laurie said, "I think now's the 
time for my next surprise." She stood up, walked over to 
the bookcase cabinet and took out a large, coffee-table 
size book. She sat down, cross-legged in the floor, and 
patted a place beside her. "Sit here," she said, "I've 
got something to show you. Something I think you're going 
to like."

I sat down on the floor next to her, cross-legged just 
like she. My cock jutted out, still rock-hard, into the 
space between my knees. I looked over at Laurie, and the 
lips of her pussy were spread apart, lips gaping, the 
shadow of her secret opening showing just at the bottom, 
the swollen bud of her clitoris peeping out at the top. 
She saw the direction of my stare and asked, "Do I look 
sexy?"

"Laurie, you make all the sex goddesses pale in 
comparison."

She laughed a pleased laugh and said, "That one goes on 
the list. But if you think I look sexy, wait until you 
see this book. I found it by accident in the bottom of 
the bookcase. Mom and Dad must have got a long time ago 
and forgot about it. I just glanced inside it and decided 
I wanted to save it for us to look at together."

"What is it?" I asked excitedly, my curiosity rising to a 
peak.

"It's a Swedish sex manual," Laurie said softly.

"If it's Swedish, how can we read it?"

"You don't have to read it, silly," Laurie said laughing. 
"The pictures in it speak for themselves." Laurie opened 
the book to the first page and there was a collage of 
small photographs of people doing just about every sex 
act imaginable.

"Wow!" I said, letting it out slowly.

"Just wait," Laurie said, and turned a couple of pages in 
the book. There was a full-page, full-color photograph of 
a young couple about our age engaged in mutual oral love. 
Her head was between his thighs and she was sucking 
avidly on his cock. His head was between hers, and his 
tongue could be seen stroking up her wide-open slit. From 
the expressions on their faces, they were both fully 
enjoying the ministrations of the other.

The action continued in the next several pages--she was 
licking his cock from top to bottom and he was licking 
the entire wide open space from the beginning of her ass 
crack to the very top of her streaming pussy. In the next 
picture, the boy's cock was standing up straight and the 
girl was running her tongue in circles on that ultra-
sensitive area just under his glans.

Come was jetting in big spurts from his cock, hitting her 
around the mouth and on the cheeks. She was smiling, 
either from the pleasure of seeing his enjoyment or from 
the mutual pleasure he was giving her. In the next 
picture, the girl had the cock back in her mouth, gulping 
down the last of the boy's spurting love juice.

She turned on in the book, and there were pictures of 
couples in their teens, twenties, forties, and even one 
gray-haired couple. Cocks were in mouths, pussies, and in 
some cases, buried deep in the girls' rectums. Couples 
were making love in every position--missionary, woman on 
top, doggie, and many variations of each. I could hardly 
believe what I was seeing. My breath was coming in gasps 
and my cock was throbbing so hard I thought it would 
explode. "God, Laurie," I said, "would you look at all 
that."

Laurie turned back to the couple of teenager's sixty-
nining. She seemed fascinated with the pictures. "God, 
Danny, isn't that a turn-on?"

"Yeah, I really like that. I liked it when I did it you 
and when you did it to me, but I felt bad when you were 
doing it to me because you couldn't be feeling the same 
pleasure I was. Doing that way, we could both give and 
receive pleasure at the same time."

"Danny, I want to try it all. I want to do it all with 
you. And I want to start right now. I feel like there's a 
balloon down here between my legs that's about to burst," 
she said, stroking her pussy. "It's like an itch deep 
inside that needs to be scratched. I've got to come, and 
come soon, or I'll die."

"Yeah, me too," I said. "If I don't get some relief, my 
cock and balls are going to explode."

Laurie reached out and touched my cock, running her 
fingers over its head. Juice ran all over them. She put 
her fingers to her mouth and licked the juice, looking me 
right in the eyes. "Let's do it at the same time like 
those kids in the book did it."

"Oh, yesssss," I murmured.

Laurie stretched out on the carpet, lying on her side. I 
lay down beside her, my head right in front of her sex. 
She reached out and lifted my top leg, then pillowed her 
head on my thigh, just as the couple in the book had 
done. I lifted her thigh up high, and dove my face into 
the steamy swamp of her sex. I was so high from my pent-
up desires that I wanted to devour her sex, to wallow in 
her sexuality, to soak myself in her juices, to plunge my 
tongue, my mouth, my whole being into Laurie's swampy 
pleasure center. I opened my mouth as wide as it would go 
and tried to suck all of Laurie's center into it. She 
moaned and bucked her hips toward me, moving them in 
little circles, trying to get more of herself into my 
mouth.

Laurie took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her oral 
heat and liquid made it jerk almost like ejaculation, and 
drops of pre-cum spurted out onto her swirling tongue. I 
moaned out my agonized ecstasy, trying to get even more 
of my cock into her mouth. She grabbed the base of my 
cock, controlling my movements, preventing me from 
pushing completely down her throat. Then, with a deep 
breath, Laurie gulped, and I could feel the entire length 
of my cock enter her mouth and down her throat. I had 
heard of deep-throating, but to experience it was almost 
beyond belief. She pulled my cock out, before she started 
to gag, and I muttered, "Oh, God, Laurie. That was so 
good."

I moved my mouth to her thighs, licking their creamy 
coating, trying to get every drop into my mouth. She did 
the same thing to me, scooping up the pre-cum that had 
dribbled there when I lay on my side. Gradually, lick by 
lick, our mouths moved up to the centers of our sexes. 
Laurie licked my balls, I drove my tongue directly into 
her cavern and pushed it in and out in slow, twisting 
movements. Laurie worked her mouth down lower, and 
finding my little brown spot, made love to it with her 
tongue. Little strokes circled around and around the 
opening, and then moved across it, backward and forward.

My hips began to move involuntarily, pushing back and 
forth, in feverish imitation of the thrusts my cock 
longed to make, the forbidden thrusts deep into that 
secret cave between Laurie's thighs. I moved my mouth 
down and also made love to her rosebud, the crinkled 
nether hole of her anus. She moaned and squeezed my head 
between her thighs, moving her buttocks in little circles 
under my tongue.

Leaving her little pit quivering, I moved my mouth up to 
her deeper pit and circled my tongue around the edges of 
her juicy grotto. Her feminine secretions were pouring 
from it, and I lapped them onto my tongue, savoring the 
tangy taste. My nostrils were filled with her woman 
scent, her musky female sex scent. My senses were 
drenched in her sexuality--the touch of my mouth and 
tongue on the slick, swollen parts of her sex core, the 
taste of her gushing secretions, and the heady odor of 
aroused sexuality coming out all her pores.

He had my cock back fully in her mouth now, and the 
heated movements of my loins pushed it in and out. Her 
tongue caressed it and stroked under its head. My ecstasy 
was climbing ever higher as I moved rapidly up the peak 
to orgasm. I moved my tongue to her clitoris to give 
Laurie the same sensations she was lavishing upon me, and 
she started moaning around my cock and hunching her sex 
harder and harder against my mouth

 We each were so close to the mountain top, so close to 
rockets shooting off and thunder rolling. We each 
increased the pace of our mutual orality, pressing each 
other to match climbs to fulfillment. I could hear 
Laurie's ever higher moans as she wrapped her legs around 
my head and squeezed. I could feel her belly convulse and 
her pelvis jerk in spasms. I had my hands on her buttocks 
and they clenched into little hard knots as she pressed 
herself against me, orgasm spilling in undulations of 
ecstasy throughout the whole center of her sexual core.

In one final movement, she completely engulfed my cock, 
swallowing it to the base. Her lips moved all the way to 
its base, and rested in the wet locks of drenched pubic 
hair. She applied suction to the full length of my cock 
and it responded by giving up its essence, jetting spurt 
after spurt down her throat. The sensation was almost 
beyond belief. This is what it would feel like, I knew, 
if I could bury my cock in the deep recess of her pussy, 
if I could bore it into the slippery, clutching pit of 
her vagina.

We each held like that for what seemed an eternity--she 
spasming between waist and knees and me jerking, 
spurting, and gushing forth my masculinity into Laurie's 
suctioning, gulping mouth. I was flooded by her 
outpouring, drenched from hair to neck, loving and 
savoring the sensations. I tried to drink her nectar, but 
it was too much for me. Some ran down onto her thigh and 
some dripped off my mouth and chin.

Gradually, we came down from the peaks of our orgasms. 
The convulsions and spasms began to ebb into just little 
shivers and quivers. She let my cock slip out of her 
throat and gasped for breath. I pulled back slightly from 
the smothering confines of being locked into her sexual 
pit and gulped air into my lungs. We lay there panting, 
quivering, shaking, coming down slowly as the pleasure 
flow faded. Finally, Laurie stirred and said in a whisper 
that was almost a whimper, "It just keeps getting better 
and better."

"Yeah," I said breathlessly, "I feel like I died and went 
to heaven. I feel like a bowl of Jello, like a limp 
noodle."

"Oh, yes, me too," Laurie said, as she stretched, moving 
her head from between my thighs. She got up on her hands 
and knees and turned toward me. Her whole mouth was 
coated with my juice, with the spurtings of my cock. It 
hadn't all been swallowed, some had run to the outside. 
She pushed me over onto my back, and then crawled on top, 
face to face, belly to belly, wet sex to wet sex. She 
lowered her mouth to mine and rubbed her mouth all over 
mine.

The slippery outpouring of my cock now coated my mouth as 
well as hers. She opened her mouth to kiss me and I could 
see pools of my jism still coating its inside. He put her 
jism-coated tongue between my lips, and it insinuated 
itself between them and plunged into my mouth. Our saliva 
and juices mingled, the very essence of our whole beings 
commingling as she pressed fully against me and moved her 
lips and mouth so tenderly against mine.

I could hardly comprehend what we had just done. I was 
totally in awe of her burgeoning sexuality, of the way 
she had moved from being a shy little school girl to a 
nymph from out of the most lascivious pages of ancient 
mythology.

Laurie's creamy outpouring now began to flow onto me, to 
coat my cock, balls, stomach and thighs in her 
slipperiness. She squirmed her pelvis on mine, spreading 
the warm juices. Laurie spread her thighs and moved her 
vulva so that it was in total contact with my half-
shrunken cock. The sheer sensuousness of her slick, wet 
skin against mine, the heat of her warm, flowing vulva 
against my cock brought a reaction. Blood immediately 
pumped back into my cock, inflating it, lengthening it 
out so it was once more rigid.

She clamped her labial lips on it and moved her pelvis up 
and down. Each time she moved down, the bulbous cock's 
head brushed against the opening into Laurie's vagina. 
Knowing heaven was so near, yet so far, made the 
sensation that much more voluptuous. The entire length of 
my cock rubbed along her clitoris with each stroke, and I 
moved my hands down to clutch her buttocks and control 
the movement.

I was attempting to avoid the danger of such closeness 
leading to accidental penetration, but she wanted no part 
of it. Moving against my hands, she lengthened her 
strokes so that each one brought my cock came closer and 
closer to slipping into her secret, warm woman's cave.

Laurie stopped kissing me and whispered into my ear, 
"Danny, I want you in me. I want to feel your cock 
inside. I want for us to be totally part of each other. 
Danny, make me a woman, totally and completely."

"Oh, God, Laurie," I groaned. "I can feel my cock right 
at the entrance to your vagina, and I want to push into 
it so bad I can taste it. It would hurt you, though, 
Laurie. I can't bear the thought of hurting you, not even 
a little bit. Laurie, I've never hurt you, and I won't 
hurt you now."

Laurie said softly, "It won't hurt."

"It won't hurt? How do you know? Laurie, do you mean 
you've already..."

"Oh, my silly Danny," Laurie answered back. "It's not 
what you think. I've never been with another boy before--
you're my very first one. No, the reason I know it won't 
hurt is that I used the nozzle of my mother's douche bag 
to test it out. The nozzle is about the same size and 
shape as a penis, so I tried to see if it would fit. It 
went right it, without any pain at all. I've read about 
girls who break their maidenhood by riding a bicycle or a 
horse, and since I've done both, I guess I'm lucky enough 
to not have to put up with the virgin's curse."

My cock throbbed at the thought of thrusting into the 
hot, grasping hole that waited right at its head. I had 
drenched Laurie's whole vulva and labia with my 
outpouring of pre-cum, so all it should take would be one 
good push of my cock. But then I remembered the need for 
protection. I had no rubbers and Laurie had no 
protection, so the thoughts of actually penetrating 
Laurie were banished.

No matter that we both desperately wanted and were on the 
very verge of going the final step in our love-making, 
the risk of pregnancy made it impossible. Once more I 
groaned and then explained to Laurie that I had no 
rubbers and we simply couldn't take the risk.

Laurie pushed up from me, leaving a void, leaving me with 
a vacant feeling. She got to her knees, straddling me, 
and smiled with her secret smile. "Time for my last 
surprise," she murmured, standing to her feet. She went 
over to the cabinet where she had gotten the book and 
took out a small box. She brought it back, got down on 
her knees next to me, and put it in my hands. "My last 
surprise," she said. "A special gift just for us."

I looked down at the box and almost shouted in joy. 
Condoms! It was a whole box--a three-pack--of condoms!

"God, Laurie...rubbers! This means..."

"Yeah," Laurie said, "it means you can put your cock in 
me now. It means you can make me a woman. It means we can 
actually fuck." Her words made a new surge of blood flow 
into my cock, and it swelled and throbbed like never 
before.

"I've never used a rubber before," I said. "I think all 
you have to do it just roll it on."

"If it's that easy, let me put it on you," Laurie said, 
taking one of the condoms out of the box and tearing off 
its foil wrapping. She took the rubber and put its cup 
over the glistening, wet head of my cock, and then 
started to roll it down onto its shaft. I couldn't hold 
my pelvis still in the process, and jerked my hips in 
little movements and circles. "How do you expect me to do 
this with you moving all over the place," Laurie said, 
half-frustrated and half-laughing.

I noticed, though, that the problem wasn't all me. 
Laurie's hands trembled as she prepared me for the final 
expression of our sexuality, for the final consummation 
of our desire to possess each other. She was excited as I 
was about the prospect of actual penetration, of having 
my cock buried deeply within her essence, the very core 
of her being.

Despite our excitement, the rubber was finally rolled 
down all the way to the base of my cock and fitted like a 
second piece of skin. Laurie grabbed my cock shaft and 
worked her hand up and down. The lubricated rubber 
slipped up and down the shaft, sending jolts of love 
agony through me. I groaned at her action and murmured, 
"Oh, Laurie, that's so good. Even with a rubber on, the 
feeling is still unbelievable."

She looked down at my face, and her expectations, her 
anticipation of what was to come, showed in her eyes. She 
lowered her mouth to mine and we kissed very softly and 
gently, our tongues just lightly stroking each other. We 
could feel our hunger building, flaming, growing hotter, 
and we wanted to savor every nuance of this moment.

Our hunger for each other was not mere lust, it was the 
incandescent first flares of youthful sexuality reaching 
out to each other. It was more, too, than raging sexual 
fire, it was a need to absorb each other, to devour, to 
possess each other totally. We each needed to be 
completely a part of the other.

Laurie broke the kiss and rolled over onto her back, the 
soft carpet cushioning her whole body. Her knees lifted 
up and her thighs spread wide apart. She moved her hands 
down to her swollen, dripping sex and spread the lips 
apart even wider than they were already gaping. She was 
completely open, fully exposed, turned up to me, waiting.

"Danny, I want you here, now. I want your cock in me, 
filling me. Make me fully a woman. Make real love to me 
now, Danny."

I got on my knees between her wide-spread thighs, 
scooting up so the very tip of my cock brushed against 
the slick-coated valley splitting them, and nestled it 
there lengthwise between the pouting labial lips. The 
sensation of her heat and lubricity and the soft, wet 
labial pressure filled my senses almost to overflowing.

The urge to thrust the ramrod stiff member into her 
steaming love tunnel was almost irresistible, and I had 
to fight it, deferring that moment of truth, deferring 
what I knew would be the greatest pleasure a male and 
female can share: the pleasure, the sweet agony, the joy, 
the pain, the ultimate step of first penetration.

I gazed down at her breasts, swelling upward, their 
nipples engorged, rigid. I wet my fingers in my mouth and 
lightly stroked them across the nipples, the areolas, and 
then all around the breasts. Goosebumps of pleasure 
appeared and Laurie sighed. Her hips moved in little 
involuntary undulations, reflecting her tingling, 
mounting ocean wave of desire.

A surge of tenderness swept over me as I touched and 
caressed Laurie. Sweet, precious Laurie. My Laurie, 
waiting for me to fulfill our heart's desire. I refused 
to question whatever fates had swept us together for this 
moment, determined only to make the most of them, to 
fulfill Laurie, to fulfill myself, to make us one.

Laurie had closed her eyes during my caresses and was 
beginning to tremble ever so slightly. Her hips were 
becoming more insistent, moving up and down, brushing 
against my cock lying there between our bodies. Creamy 
juices were overflowing around my cock, and it became 
coated and even more lubricated.

Inside the rubber, I could feel my own flow seeping out 
and working its way around my cock, warm, slick, and 
liquid. My cock brushed against her clitoris and Laurie's 
body responded in even greater trembling and pressing of 
her hips against my intruding member. "Oh, Danny, Danny," 
she whispered, "do it now. I can't bear any more of this. 
I can't wait any longer."

Pulling back ever so slightly, I moved the head of my 
cock down to the opening of Laurie's little cave. 
Pressing in just a little, its head lodged in the 
opening, spreading it. Just a beginning, and it was 
already tight and hot, so hot. I wondered about her 
"test" to see if my cock would fit and began to worry 
about whether she would experience pain.

Even if she wanted the pain, I'm not sure I could 
knowingly impose it. I eased my cock in another half-
inch. It was still very tight. And hot, steamy hot, and 
so voluptuous. So far, no obstruction, no maidenhood 
guarding the entrance to Laurie's pleasure depths. I 
pushed some more and got about two more inches of 
purchase. It was tight, yes, but with my cock so rigid, 
penetrable.

Laurie was giving no signs of pain. To the contrary, she 
was moaning--moans of pleasure, not pain. Her hands were 
stroking my back and holding my buttocks, almost seeming 
to urge me on, to encourage greater and greater 
penetration. I was now halfway in. I stopped at this 
point and just held in place, enjoying the sensation. I 
leaned down and kissed Laurie, and asked, "Are you sure 
this doesn't hurt?"

Laurie looked up at me and answered. "No, no pain. Tight, 
yes, but it doesn't hurt at all."

Encouraged, I pushed a little more. Laurie hunched her 
hips up to me assisting and helping to speed the process. 
Another half-inch, and then another. Suddenly, Laurie put 
her hands behind my buttocks and pushed, hunching her 
hips up to mine at the same time. In one thrust, my 
buried itself, buried itself to its very base in Laurie. 
Laurie went "Unnnhhhh!" as I hit bottom.

I put my cheek down to Laurie's and murmured, "Oh, 
Laurie, I'm sorry. I didn't want it to hurt. I didn't 
want to hurt you."

Laurie wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me all 
over my face, little kisses on my lips, my nose, my 
cheeks, my forehead. "Oh, dear, sweet Danny. You haven't 
hurt me. It doesn't hurt at all." She flung her head 
back, smiling, and said, "No, it feels...it 
feels...glorious! Absolutely glorious. Just like I 
dreamed it would feel."

Laurie spread her thighs even wider and to my surprise my 
cock slipped in another half inch. Our wet locks of pubic 
hair were intermingled, our pubic bones pressed hard 
against each other. Laurie's ankles moved up and locked 
around my calves, her hips spread to their widest, her 
sex completely and wetly gaping around the base of my 
deeply buried cock.

I moved my face to hers, my mouth eagerly searching. Our 
lips blended, our tongues gliding softly and gently over 
each other. Laurie's breasts were between us, little love 
cushions rubbing over my chest. I moved my chest against 
her breasts, enjoying the sensation of bare skin to bare 
skin. Her nipples were hard little nubbins, and I could 
feel them press into my flesh.

Then I wrapped my arms completely around Laurie, lifting 
her, holding her tight against me. Unmoving, we lay 
locked together, flesh against flesh, interlinked through 
the throbbing connection of the eternal yin and yang 
merged together into just one.

We lay like that several minutes, each of us reveling in 
and enjoying the other's presence. Me, the presence of a 
hot, lubricious envelope clasping my cock in a longed 
for, so desired embrace. She, the filling presence of my 
swollen and solid member lodged deep within her belly. It 
beat and throbbed in tempo with my heart beat, and she 
was able to feel each throb, each pulse within her heated 
grasp.

I felt ten-feet long. My rigid shaft felt like it was 
impaled in a hot, slick glove. Rapid-fire, joyous 
thoughts kept spinning through my head: "I'm in Laurie... 
I'm actually buried to the hilt... I really have my cock 
deep inside Laurie... My God, I'm actually making love to 
Laurie... At long last, Laurie and I are actually 
fucking."


Chapter V

 
Laurie started moving first--little, tentative movements 
of her hips against mine. I followed suit, pushing back 
at her, timing so we drew back and drove forward in 
perfect rhythm. Our strokes were about a half-inch, just 
enough for her to feel my cock move within her hot 
tunnel. Little by little, the strokes lengthened, until I 
was pulling out until just the head was still in place 
and then slowly pushing back in, inch by inch, until I 
was once more filling her cavity. I speeded up my strokes 
and then reverted to slow-motion, alternating back and 
forth.

Laurie moaned each time I reached bottom and the base of 
my cock brushed against her clitoris. Seeing her 
reaction, I drove all the way to the hilt and then rubbed 
the base of my cock in little short movements, brushing 
it up and down, and rubbing her clitoris. Laurie threw 
her head back and shouted, "Danny, I coming again! I'm 
coming again so soon!" Her back arched, her buttocks 
clenched tight, and she pushed up hard against me, 
shuddering and gasping.

I held in place as she was overtaken by orgasm. The walls 
of her pussy had clamped down so hard on my cock that I 
couldn't have moved if I had wanted to. The hot walls of 
her pussy were like a molten hands, grasping and pulsing 
against my cock, sending it into its own little pulses 
and jerks. Her orgasm almost brought on mine, and if I 
had been able to move, I'm sure I would have gone over 
the crest with her.

Her mouth sought out mine and the passion of her orgasm 
fired her kiss. She appeared to be oblivious to all 
except our kiss, our bodies, and the blazing streams of 
pleasure centered where our sexes were joined. Gradually, 
Laurie's spasms eased up and her muscles relaxed. She 
broke the kiss and murmured, "Better, and better, and 
better. Each time it only gets better."

I renewed my movements, thankful for her few moments of 
lassitude so that I could continue. Gradual movements at 
first, then more rapid ones. Short strokes, then long 
ones. Lots of strokes, then pause. Laurie had returned to 
our pleasure and was again fully getting into the act. 
She moved her legs up from my calves and wrapped them 
around my hips, then up so that they were around my 
waist. She clutched at me, holding me around my neck with 
her arms and around my waist with her legs. She was 
completely off the floor now, moving in complete concert 
with my movements, matching strokes and withdrawals one 
for one. I was getting close, close, close.

My cock felt like it had swollen and was an engorged log 
ramming in and out of Laurie. She was panting, crying, 
and moaning all at the same time. I was no better, with 
my grunts, cries of pleasure, moans, and gasping, panting 
breath filling the room. I fell down on top of Laurie, 
crushing her to the floor. Then I got on my knees, spread 
her thighs to their fullest, and pumped in and out, using 
the longest thrusts possible. Laurie and I were both 
crying and screaming, "Oh, it's good! Oh, I'm coming! 
Here it is, here it comes!"

Then our explosions came, like star-bursts, like all the 
Roman candles in the world going off at once. I wrapped 
my arms completely around Laurie, crushed her to me, 
crushed her mouth to mine. We could hardly kiss for our 
pants and moans, but it was imperative that we blend as 
much of ourselves together as possible, that the pleasure 
flow between us at every point. I fell on top of her 
again and her legs wrapped around me. She humped her 
pussy against me, over and over, until the movements 
lessened and she lay still.

Slowly, the muscles in our buttocks unclenched, and we 
lay spent, satiated. Our only movement was a continuation 
of the small, fluttery, clutching spasms of Laurie's 
pussy around my cock and my continuing little ejaculatory 
spurts, spewing out the last of my come. My hot emissions 
filled the rubber, and my cock was bathed in the flow. 
Laurie's flow covered the outside of the rubber, and my 
cock felt it was immersed in a scalding bath. Our mouths 
continued its kiss, gradually becoming more gentle as the 
intensity of our orgasms gradually ebbed.

We lay locked in each other arms, neither wishing to 
move, to disturb the beauty of that moment in time. My 
cock was finally beginning to shrink, and I could feel it 
begin to fill less and less of Laurie. After about five 
minutes, it once more lay in Laurie's wet pussy channel. 
Laurie finally stirred, opening her eyes, and stared into 
mine. "Danny, I don't even know how to talk about it. 
That was better than all the good things that have ever 
happened to me wrapped up into one."

"Laurie, I think you know you've always been my special 
person, and this made it even more that way."

"Danny, I've always planned for my first time to be with 
you." Laurie kissed me on the lips and continued, "I 
never thought it possible, but it was better even than I 
dreamed it would be. Thank you, Danny, my dear, sweet 
Danny."

Suddenly, there was a noise out in the dark stairwell, 
and the sound of a person's throat-clearing. Then a 
voice: "Ahem. I guess it's okay for me to come in now."

There, to our horror, coming into the den, was Aunt 
Betty.

END

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