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Franny and Me
by Tinman (tinmanjc9@hotmail.com)

***

18-year old high-school beauty, Franny and some of her 
friends kept coming around the shop where my buddies 
and I worked on our Harleys. I lusted after her but 
thought she was too young. A few years later though we 
met again and shared a great dinner and then we shared 
lots more. (M/F-teen, rom, oral)

***

"I like to be... licked... you know... down there," 
Franny said softly. 

Her deep brown eyes were fixed steadily on me as she 
spoke, but they flicked briefly down toward her lap 
when she said, "... down there," before they locked 
onto mine once more. Her look was bold, confident, a 
little challenging. As soon as my mind grasped what 
she'd just said my body went limp, except for my penis 
which reared immediately into erection, my heart 
suddenly racing to pump blood. 

For years I had fantasized about going down on this 
beautiful girl-now-woman-hundreds of times: with I was 
with other women, or masturbating, or sometimes just 
sex day-dreaming. So naturally my prick would react 
immediately at any hint that I might actually get to 
taste her. 

She and I had just finished a superb dinner at Café de 
Oro, a plush, cozy restaurant at the foothills on the 
edge of Denver. Franny - I usually called her called 
her Franny, only occasionally using the more formal and 
beautiful "Frances" - Franny and I had known each other 
for about five years. We had hung out together with 
mutual friends, mostly soft-core bikers like me. For a 
time, Franny had been the steady girl of one of my 
friends, Wild Bob. 

Franny and I first met when she was only 18 (I thought! 
Read on.) and in her senior year of high school. She 
and a variety of girlfriends would sometimes skip 
classes and come by my place in the afternoon for a 
couple of beers and some laughs, and occasionally a 
toke or two of fine Columbian gold, of which I always 
had a supply. Toking was no big deal in those days in 
that neck of the woods; aahhh, the good old days, eh? 

Back then I traveled widely in my work, but I enjoyed 
many weeks free at home. I never minded the girls 
dropping by. In fact, it was always a special treat 
because, after all, they were attractive and fun to 
have around. They behaved well, never acting nuts or 
making scenes, so it was both cool and fun. I was in my 
early thirties and pretty active sexually, so naturally 
I fantasized about all of them. But Franny, I obsessed 
about. 

She was slender, with a nubile angularity, but a fine 
roundness of hip and buttock, and budding young 
breasts. She was Hispanic in heritage, with a classic 
beauty that reminded me of the celebrated statue of the 
head of Egyptian Queen Nerfertiti. 

In later years, the actress Gina Gershon made her 
fortune with a similarly angular body and a unique 
mouth that could have come from the same beautiful mold 
as Franny's. Moreover, Franny was spirited, always 
animated, with a ready laugh, and a quick, bright mind 
and she was interested in just about everything. 

She first came around my place late one spring 
afternoon with Brent, a young guy from her school. 
Brent hung around my place sometimes to watch Bob and I 
work on our bikes, which we did a lot. Brent was hot 
for Harleys and he learned a lot about them helping us 
with this and that, even turning a wrench now and then. 
He knew he could always enjoy a beer or two at my place 
and he never abused the privilege. 

Brent and Franny weren't dating or anything, he was 
just her friend. But he'd told her about our bikes. 
Being as fascinated with big motorcycles as Brent, 
she'd asked him to bring her along to check out our 
rides. When Brent introduced us, I noticed a broad pink 
blush under their eyes and suspected that they'd gotten 
high on the way over. 

Bob and I were doing a little maintenance on our 
choppers that day, and Franny got pretty excited at the 
sight of our bikes, which were pretty cool and sexy, I 
must admit. Mine was deep metallic green with gold and 
red pinstriping and a big "GBYBR" painted on each side 
of the fat tank (for "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road"); 
Bob's was classic black with 24-inch springer 
extensions and lots of chrome. Franny wanted a ride in 
the worst way, asking us again and again. Bob and I 
were both leery at first because Franny looked so 
young, we could just see trouble. 

When we finished cleaning up and were ready for a 
break, we invited Franny and Brent in for a beer, and 
to hear a new Eric Clapton album I'd just bought, "461 
Ocean Boulevard." Naturally they took us up on our 
offer. To this day, that album of Eric's always reminds 
me of Franny. 

It didn't take long for Bob and me to discover how much 
fun it was to have Franny around. Oh, yeah, she 
definitely had sex appeal, but that wasn't all. Unusual 
for a young woman, she took an active part in 
conversations, was obviously intelligent and quick-
witted, and she had a devastating smile and a pair of 
the deepest brown eyes any man ever got lost in. The 
four of us had a great time getting acquainted that 
afternoon, enjoying laughs and the music. Bob and I 
were both captivated with this young girl. 

Afternoon soon passed into the coolness of a Colorado 
evening and Franny began pressing us again for a ride 
on our bikes. My friend Bob, about 28, was obviously 
smitten with Franny. He also was a bit more adventurous 
than I and he was the first to give in. When he did, I 
mentally kicked my own ass for hesitating, "You're just 
too freakin' slow, dumbshit," I thought, really pissed 
that I had let Bob beat me to this prize. Nothing I 
could do then, though, except watch as they climbed on 
Bob's scooter. She hugged up tight against his back, 
locked her arms around his chest, and away they roared 
into a months-long relationship. 

At the time, I was dating Patty, an attractive blonde 
with a slight English accent that excited me. She was a 
good companion and lots of fun, but our relationship 
was just kind of a "place holding" thing for both of 
us. 

We were always doing things with our friends and 
wherever we went, in all kinds of situations, Franny 
was there with Bob. So I got to see a lot of her - at 
concerts, camp-outs, bike rallies, you name it. My 
admiration for her steadily increased along with my 
regret for missing that first chance with her. 
Occasionally, something would happen to intensify my 
obsession with her. 

One afternoon, for example, I was on my hands and knees 
doing some gardening, if you can call scratching around 
in gravel gardening. Franny and three of her 
girlfriends had come over to spend another of those 
afternoons hiding out from class. Bob was at work and 
Franny was restless, I thought, acting a little edgy. 
Coming up behind me, she told me how thirsty they all 
were. "You gonna dig all afternoon, dude?" she asked. 
"How about a beer?" 

I turned my head toward her, still on my knees. She was 
so close I could have kissed her leg (which I 
considered but thought better of). As I raised my eyes 
in the direction of her face, I saw an overall picture 
of a teasing young female, sun at her back, one hand on 
a hip, hips cocked to one side, head tilted to the 
opposite way. I lowered my eyes from the bright sun and 
stopped short, astounded at what I saw! I had a clear 
view right up through one of the loose legs of her 
denim cut-offs and saw she was wearing no panties. I 
was staring right at Franny's little slit, hairless but 
for a tiny, well-trimmed patch at the top. 

My eyes froze there and I didn't move for at least an 
hour - I'm SURE it was an hour, although I never 
figured out what she did that whole time, nor why she 
never said anything for so long. I gotta tell you, 
though, that image crystalized in my mind and has given 
me hundreds of great hardons to play with through the 
years. 

Finally, feeling guilty and weak in the knees at having 
seen her perfect little naked pussy, I remembered 
myself and moved my eyes on up only to have the wind 
knocked out of me again. Now I could see clearly under 
her loose cut-off Tee-shirt, where two of the perkiest 
little breasts that ever powered a wet dream were 
floating in the balmy spring air. Little dark nipples 
stuck out just enough for lips to grasp. 

Now, I'm a bottom man, actually, usually preferring the 
soft roundness of a fine ass over the best of breasts. 
But these were... well, they were the fine little 
titties God would create for his own hands, I'm 
certain. (I always thought God, like me, preferred 
slender, or downright skinny, girls.)

I wasted another hour staring at them before I regained 
a sense of time and shook my head to restore 
consciousness, thinking, "Thank You, God! Thaaannnk 
You!" 

"Welllll?" Franny asked again, insistently, jolting me 
back to reality. "I asked you if you're ready for a 
beer, or what?" 

"Wh-wh-wh-what?" I mumbled, irritated at reality. 

I think it was then Franny figured out what it was that 
had stunned me into such an uncharacteristic and stupid 
speechlessness. Laughing a little, she repeated as if 
speaking to a child, "I... S-A-I-D, dude... you ready 
for a beer?" 

The haze clearing, I replied, "Oh, yeah... sure 
Franny... let's go," my cramped legs raising me 
upright, where I was faced with the surprising fact 
that my cutoffs were protruding in front like a pup-
tent. I bent forward, trying to hide myself from her. 
Hell, I should have stuck myself right out there, 
proudly.

Franny didn't miss a thing, though. Checking me out 
with a quick glance of those dark browns, she just 
arched an eyebrow, breathed a "Ummmm-Hmmmm," and walked 
self-pleased (I thought) to the to the house, me 
following like a puppy on a leash. I saw a little one-
sided smile curling her lips. 

Returning to the present, I shook my head to clear 
those memories from years ago and found myself back at 
the Café de Oro, seated across the table from Franny, 
enjoying our coffee in the after-glow of the tender, 
aged beef we had washed down with smooth, red Silver 
Oak cabernet. 

Had it only been three days ago that we'd run into each 
other again at the mall? We'd found a quiet seat at a 
coffee shop and talked for an hour or so, loosing all 
track of time, excited to see each other again. Eager 
to renew our friendship - and maybe more - I'd asked 
her to dinner. She and Bob had broken up several months 
ago and, being free, she readily accepted. A taste for 
classy restaurants was something we had long shared, 
something our burger-'n-fries biker crowd never 
understood. 

Now, my appetite was satiated and I was feeling other 
hungers, other urges. I wondered if Franny was, too. 
We'd held hands across the table for a few minutes, and 
our conversation had touched on "experiences," then 
"affairs," and finally topics of a more intimate 
nature. I confessed my long fascination with her, and 
in a momentary lull she sipped her coffee, then set her 
cup down and tossed out that shocker: "I like to be... 
licked... you know... down there." 

I nearly fell out of my chair, caught by complete 
surprise. Franny's directness often hit me that way. I 
caught my breath, cleared my throat, and licked my 
lips, stalling to get my shit together before I 
responded. She waited patiently, smiling at my obvious 
discomfort. 

But I was encouraged by her frankness. Finally, gazing 
squarely into her liquid eyes I said, "Franny... I 
can't tell you how many times I've dreamed of... 
tasting... you since that afternoon in my yard, years 
ago. You probably don't remember that day, but..." 

"Oh, I remember," she interrupted. "I remember it very 
well, and I've thought about it many times since. I'll 
tell you something else, Jim," she added - I noticed 
she'd dropped the "dude" and was now talking to the 
real me, to Jim. "That day back then?" she went on, 
"Well, I never got a chance to tell you about it, but I 
was really... horny... that day, and I slipped off my 
panties at school before coming to your place. I hoped 
I'd find a chance to flash myself to you. And I guess I 
got my chance, even though nothing came of it, huh?" 

"You're kidding! You planned that?" I croaked hoarsely, 
reaching under the table for her hand. "I wasn't even 
sure you knew what I saw." 

"I kid you not... and yes, I did plan it," she assured 
me, squeezing my hand and pulling it against her upper 
thigh. "When you looked up at me, there was no way I 
could miss you staring right at my... ummm... my 
crotch. Oh yeah, I knew immediately that you could see 
my... uhhh... you know, my 'box.' I was only sorry we 
didn't get a chance for it to lead to something." 

She said that word, "box" softly and clearly, the sound 
of it not tough but feminine, sexy, reminding me of 
herself as the beautiful teen who one afternoon at my 
house had joked, "Hi, I'm selling Girl Scout cookies; 
want to buy a box?" as she threw open a make-believe 
coat, hips akimbo. 

This time, as her lips formed the word, I noticed that 
she kind of snuggled her bottom down into the soft 
leather of her chair, a move that reminded me of a 
woman pressing herself down onto a man, trying to 
impale herself that last micro-inch. My prick jerked in 
my shorts at that, and I knew I was going to have a big 
wet spot on my slacks. 

"One thing, though," I told her. "Seeing you that day 
was by no means for 'nothing,' as you put it. That 
image was burned into my brain. You wouldn't believe 
how many times I've recalled it through the years, how 
many women I've been with, seeing not them but y-o-u, 
Franny. No, it wasn't for nothing." 

She smiled at that, her eyes twinkling moistly. "I have 
to tell you, though, Jim" she said, "These days, I'm 
pretty much... how do I say this?... well... I like 
girls, you know?" she said looking away briefly as my 
heart nearly stopped. 

But then she softened the blow a little, "But ever 
since I first met you, I've had... thoughts... about 
you..." her words trailed off, her tongue flicking 
quickly to wet her lips; now she was the nervous one. 
"...about you... going down on me," she added. Another 
jerk in my pants, a bigger spot to betray me. 

Then another surprise: "The thing is," she said, 
hesitantly, "I don't want to fuck, and I won't give you 
head. I just want you to pleasure me with your mouth 
and hands. But it's okay if you want to play with 
yourself, and I'll play with you. And you can kiss and 
lick me all over in any way you want, for as long as 
you want." 

Franny said all this very softly, with a lustful look 
in her dark eyes that somehow made it more palatable to 
me, in spite of my horny male ego being somewhat 
defused. In fact, the surprise of all these words 
coming from her young lips astounded and fascinated me, 
turning me on even more.

Well, I thought about her proposition for, Ohhh, about 
three seconds I guess before I swallowed my pride and 
accepted her strict, tough terms, "Okay, Franny. If 
that's the way you want it. Whatever you want. For as 
long as you want." At that, she pressed her lips 
together in a half-smile, acknowledging my surrender, 
then nodded. "Then we're on, Jim," she whispered. 

As we prepared to leave, I stood, dropping cash on the 
tray for the check and tip. "But first," I said quietly 
into her ear, "we've got to get out of here and I've 
got a raging hardon I need to hide. Let me carry your 
coat?" 

She giggled at that as she handed me her coat, glancing 
down to check things out where my slacks were tenting 
out. The large, round, wet spot was obvious. "I think 
we're both going to enjoy this night," she said as she 
walked in front of me to further hide my display of 
grand tumescence. 

In the car, driving the few miles to my place on the 
slope of a foothill overlooking Denver, she snuggled 
close to me, hand on my leg. On the radio, I remember, 
Janice Ian's long, soft "Stars" tone poem was playing, 
rich, throaty, full, adding a perfect backsplash for 
the ride. 

In a few minutes, Franny broke the silence, asking me 
softly, "You remember how I told you I'd removed my 
panties that day back then, hoping to flash myself to 
you?" she asked. 

"Yesssss," I replied, interested, my hand laying warmly 
on her thigh. 

She turned and whispered into my ear, "Well, Jimmy, my 
sexy Irish dude, I did that again tonight. Feel this." 
With that, she guided my hand under her skirt, pressing 
my palm on her cool, bare thigh, then slid it up until 
I was touching her naked, wet, very warm, smooth and 
hairless mound. I nearly lost it right there, holding 
back an immediate ejaculation only by a Herculean 
effort of muscular and mental control. 

"Damn, Franny," I sputtered, "I can't believe you, you 
wonderful, sexy woman." My middle finger already was 
sliding up and down her smooth, slippery slit. I had 
just penetrated between those sweet, moist lips to 
delve into her, when she gently pulled my hand away 
from her and out from under her skirt. 

"Now taste me," she murmured, her tongue flicking into 
my ear as she raised my hand to brush my finger against 
my lips. I inhaled her rich and heady feminine aroma, 
then opened my mouth and sucked her musky liquor 
eagerly from my finger. It wasn't exactly sweet, but I 
it was like nectar to me. I could only utter a low moan 
of pleasure, dying for the moment when my face would be 
between her thighs. 

"You're making me crazy, you know that, don't you?" I 
said to her, leaning over and brushing her lips with a 
quick kiss. "I'm dizzy with wanting you so bad!" 

"Pay attention to the road, mister," she admonished, 
reaching over to play with my throbbing prick. Feeling 
how hot it was, she gave it a long, hard squeeze that 
relieved for a minute the intense expansive pressure of 
all that blood my heart was pumping in there. It felt 
so good I growled. She grinned and snuggled. 

My memory of the following 15 minutes or so are 
sketchy. I recall we kissed passionately in the 
hallway, pressing our bodies together everywhere. 
There's a flash of remembrance of the delicate scent of 
perfume her hands left on the inside of her gloves that 
made my head swim when I inhaled it. Another flash: 
standing behind her on my balcony, arms around her, my 
face buried in her hair as we looked out over the 
lights of Denver spread below us like a fantasy, her 
fine young buttocks pressed tightly into me in the 
chilly mountain air. 

The next thing I remember clearly is Franny lying nude 
on my bed, a full-blown woman, all golden tan, her lush 
black hair surrounding her face, her lips, full and 
scarlet, smiling down at me. Her half-lidded smokey 
eyes fixed on my face, already between her thighs as I 
busily nibbled and kissed up and down the soft insides. 
My arms snaked under her, one hand cupping the 
roundness of her bottom to lift her to my mouth, the 
other rubbing little circles high on her mound. 

My penis was extended to the max, crystal-clear fluid 
flowing into a growing pool of moisture on the sheets, 
me pressing into the mattress as I feasted on her. 
Franny's hands were tangled in my blonde hair, 
following the movements of my head. She moved her 
pelvis in slow circles, timed to the motion of my lips 
as I kissed first one thigh then the other. Her 
continuous moans and sighs told me she was in her own 
sugary heaven. 

When my lips moved from her slick thighs to plant first 
light kisses on the outside of her slit, she tilted her 
pelvis, presenting herself fully to me. I filled my 
brain with visions of the details of her pussy, fixing 
them forever in my memory. Her outer labia were thin - 
almost transparent - the edges lightly rippled and 
scalloped, a slightly darker band lining the edges. She 
was tan between her thighs, a slightly paler pattern 
defining the shape of the skimpy thong-bikini in which 
she obviously sunbathed. Her flesh was smooth, cleanly 
shaved, delicious, except for that small patch.

When Franny had first seen me step out of my briefs, 
her eyes had widened in surprise when she noticed that 
I, too, was cleanly shaved. It was a habit I'd gotten 
into because it made my penis and scrotum so much more 
sensitive. "I've never seen a guy shaved before," she 
exclaimed, pleased. "I love it!" She ran her hands over 
me endlessly, feeling the unusual combination of male 
hardness and hairless flesh. I finally had to stop her 
to avoid an early ejaculation and to let me start my 
own explorations. 

Now I sucked those flowery labia lightly into my mouth 
one at a time, first left then right, licking up and 
down her slightly-parted slit several times after each 
mouthing. Then my tongue played lightly between those 
folds at the top, uncovering a small, well formed 
clitoris that presented itself proudly to my lustful 
eyes. It looked for all the world like a miniature 
circumcised prick, all tiny and glistening.

I gathered saliva in my mouth, then sucked the little 
shaft into that hot wetness, feeling a shudder consume 
her body in response. A tortured, "Uhhhhuuhh, God Jim!" 
escaped her as she caught her breath sharply. 

For a time, her eyes had watched my every move, eyes 
wide, missing nothing. Now, though, her eyes squeezed 
shut as she let go and lost herself in pleasure. Her 
legs stretched out, toes pointed, her thighs 
compressing my head in convulsions which I had started 
with my adoring ministrations on her clitoris. 

Soon I sensed she was building to her first climax. I 
encouraged her, repeated the licking up and down, 
breathing hotly onto her little shaft, then sucking it 
into fresh, hot saliva, each time flicking it a few 
times with my rough tongue. The entire length of her 
body stiffened more, her thighs pressed harder against 
the sides of my head. Her back arched higher, hips 
lifted from the bed. 

Then with my tongue, I probed as deeply inside her 
canal as I could reach, withdrew, scraped its rough 
texture lightly over her clitoris again while drooling 
hot saliva and breath through pursed lips onto the 
perky little staff, then probing back inside her again 
in a repeat of the entire treatment. Again and again I 
gave her this loving, swirling, oral treatment, 
grinding my hardness in circles against the mattress. 
Finally, I felt her stiffen and arch high, then stiffen 
more and arch higher, pressing thighs so forcefully and 
painfully against my head I thought she'd crush my 
skull... until... 

Franny came with a great release of pent-up breath and 
a long "Aaaahhhhhhhh, FUCK! Uuhhhh... uhhh!" 

Franny's lustful noises turned my own heat up 
unbearably. She was terribly overcome with lust and 
pleasure, which was exactly what I wanted. Pretty much 
beside myself now, I rose to my knees, grasped my long-
tortured cock, pointed its deep-purple head toward her 
belly, and began to stroke him, thinking to cum on her 
belly and finally relieve the enormous pressure I'd 
been enduring. 

But just then Franny opened her eyes, saw what I was 
intending. Without a word, she reached down, brushed my 
hand aside and took him in her hand. Her other hand 
around my neck, she pulled me off balance and I fell 
onto her body. To my astonishment she separated the 
lips of her molten-hot pussy with my glans, then guided 
me straight inside her. 

"But... she said she didn't want to fuck," flashed 
through my overheated brain, but just as quickly I 
forgot all about that as I felt myself clasped in the 
paradise of Franny's cunt. I just accepted her gift and 
pushed into her strongly. 

God! I would have entered her with my whole body if I 
could have. She heaved up to me, opening completely as 
I buried my cock fully inside her wet quim in one long 
stroke. All the way to my balls, until they pressed 
snugly against the flesh of her naked crinkled bum. 

My brain was on fire, my bloated nuts were desperate 
for release. I knew I couldn't last. Only a few-dozen 
deep strokes in and out of her, some circling, some 
deep and holding while she moved. Finally, I could wait 
no more. I pushed all the way in, arched and held 
myself there while a great burst of pleasure started 
deep below my balls and rose powerfully up the core of 
my shaft to spew repeated jets of liquid fire deep into 
Franny, great, hoarse groans of relief and pleasure 
roaring from my throat. 

Feeling the raw lust of my orgasm deep in her, she 
suddenly stiffened and arched against me again. 
Surprised, I felt myself flooded with a wetness like 
I'd never felt before. It was overwhelmingly hot, 
extremely intimate, a flowing that washed over me, 
magnifying the last spasms of my own climax so 
forcefully I nearly dropped into unconsciousness. My 
head pounding furiously, I fell to one side of her. 
Both of us breathed rapidly, deeply, fighting to 
replenish our oxygen-starved bodies. 

When we regained some semblance of normalcy, I mumbled, 
"I thought you didn't want to fuck, Franny." 

She sighed and turned to face me, lacing a leg over my 
hip to bring her body closer to me. She kissed my lips 
softly, damply, the musky odor of our lovemaking rising 
like steam from the two of us, her hand on my cheek. 
"Well, baby, I didn't think I did. It's been a long 
time since I wanted to fuck a man, and it will probably 
be a long time before there's another." Then she added, 
"But tonight, it was just right, and when we got there 
it was so natural there was no reason not to. I guess 
I've been wanting you deep down since I was 17." 

"Hmmm," I said, my limpness oozing slick moisture onto 
her thigh. "I thought you were 18 when we first met, 
not 17." 

"Ummmhmmm," she chuckled, "I lied because I figured you 
guys wouldn't mess around with a 17-year old. Was I 
right?" 

"I dunno, Franny," I replied. "You WERE adorable, and I 
doubt that either Bob or I would have turned you down 
back then. But," I added with a sly grin, "it's pretty 
sexy thinking about you being only 17 then." Pleased 
with my reply, a smile spread across her face. 

Then, remembering that intense wetness as I came in 
her, I said, "I'm curious, Franny. When I was inside 
you there at the last... and you came... it seemed like 
my cock was flooded with moisture ... ?" 

She laughed deep in her throat, placed a finger across 
my lips. "And you want to know what that was, right?" 

"Yeah," I answered, "but don't get me wrong. I l-o-v-e-
d it." 

"I'm glad you did. It can be embarrassing if a partner 
doesn't dig it," she said. She stroked my prick with 
her thigh, spreading the after-cum there and tickling a 
restart of the blood flow, stiffening him a bit. "I'm 
one of those women who sometimes ejaculate, or 'squirt' 
during orgasm. Only some of us do it, and then only 
some of the time... usually when Im really turned on. 
It's not pee, it's clear, odorless, and it's clean." 

"Like I would be offended by any of your sexual juices, 
anyway!" I said with a chuckle. 

"When it happens," she continued, "it makes my orgasm 
extremely intense. But I have to really trust my 
partner." That made me feel great. It also made me hope 
for a replay sometime.

I licked her hand softly to taste it, and I saw her 
eyes close at the heat and roughness of my tongue on 
her palm. A new beginning, I thought... 

END

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