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My Last Summer at Home - 1
by stifleurself (stifleurself@gmail.com)
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A burgeoning lesbian relationship between two 19 year
old small town girls. The main character is leaving for
a University in the fall, and the story details all the
angst and sexual discovery of her lesbian romance. The
girls also manage to involve the prom queen, and
dominate their younger male boss. (FF-teens, reluc, bi,
1st-lesbian-expr)
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Author Note: This story is a tribute to my favorite
ASSTR author Louis Nessus. This story is a retelling of
his original "Hand Job at the Drive-In", but told from
the girls point of view.
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My Last Summer at Home (Part 1)
During high school I lived in a small town in the mid-
west where nothing ever happens. We had a drive-in movie
that had just reopened, a bowling alley, a pizza joint,
a supermarket, and two gas stations. The summer before I
left for Iowa State University, I worked in our town's
supermarket so I had some spending money in the fall.
When I wasn't working, I just read books or surfed the
web. On the cool summer nights, I cruised the quiet
streets our little town with my best friend Jill. She
was always there for me through good times or bad, and
we sure had fun that summer before going off to the big
world.
Jill and I operated the checkouts at the supermarket and
we would always tease our boss Rickey, just to make the
days more interesting. Rickey was a year younger than
us, but he was the owners son, so he was our manager. He
was cute and easy to embarrass, so we cut him a break
and followed his rules most of the time. Rickey was
shorter than us and probably 120 lbs. soaking wet, so he
wasn't hard to intimidate. We liked to think we were so
worldly, particularly in our little short blue uniforms.
Rickey's dad had let us pick them out from a uniform
catalog, and we chose the shortest ones they sold just
to tease Rickey.
On our breaks, we would take a cup of coffee to the
loading bay, smoke a cigarette and flirt with the truck
drivers. We often managed to give Rickey a sly look on
our way out, but most of the time we purposely ignored
him just to drive him crazy. We would giggle when he
stared at us during the work day, and make comments in a
voice too low to hear, just to make him blush.
He was really surprised when Jill and I sauntered up to
him while on break one Saturday afternoon, and asked him
if he would like to join us at the drive-in movie that
night. We figured the kid would get a kick out of going
to the movies with us, and we enjoyed toying with him.
"I don't have a car yet," he stammered, blushing in
embarrassment.
"He's probably too young to drive," laughed Jill, as she
lit up a Marlboro and then snapped her Zippo closed.
"I've got a pick-up" I said, blowing a bubble with my
gum until it popped. "We'll go in that, see you at
eight."
I wore cutoff jeans and a T-shirt with no bra, and flip
flops to show off my brightly painted toenails. Jill
wore her favorite little white dress shirt tied at the
waist, and a plaid skirt with pair of pink Converse. We
picked Rickey up outside the store, and when Jill slid
out of the pick-up to let him in, his eyes almost popped
out of his head. He gawked at her legs extending from
the short skirt, and she started teasing him right away.
"Stop staring, boy," she laughed, "and get in."
He was wedged in between us, and when our perfume began
sweeping over him I thought he was going to pass out.
His cheeks were flushed and he looked like he was in
heaven as we pushed against his body, and he glanced
from side to side as our bra-less boobs bounced all the
way down that dusty county road. To my surprise, Jill
placed her hand on his thigh, and her long middle finger
began to slowly trace a small circle on his jeans. By
the time we parked in the drive-in it was almost dark,
but there was a noticeable bulge in his jeans. His face
was red hot with embarrassment, and he knew we could see
he had boner by the light from the dashboard.
"Let's get comfortable," I said, putting my right arm
behind him. Jill did the same with her left arm and had
a very devilish grin on her face. Our bodies had pinned
his arms to the seat back, and we rested our free hands
on his thighs. We continued to draw little circles on
his thighs, moving a little closer to his crotch as his
hard little cock throbbed in his jeans.
"Look Jill," I said with a smirk. "Rickey's pants sure
look tight."
Jill leaned over to look at his crotch and he blushed
even more. "You're right, girl. That looks kind of
uncomfortable to me. Is that uncomfortable, Rickey?"
Jill asked in a husky voice.
His face burned even brighter red when she moved her
middle finger up to her mouth and gently sucked it. Jill
then reached down slowly and undid the top of his jeans.
"You need to loosen these" she said, smothering a laugh.
I hadn't intended for things to go beyond teasing, but
this was getting really interesting now. Rickey tried to
move his arms but they were jammed tight between us and
the seat. Then Jill slowly lowered his zipper down over
the lump in his pants.
"Lift up, Rickey," Jill ordered.
"What.... what are you doing?" he stuttered.
"Lift up" she snapped. Jill then gripped his balls
through his jeans and he quickly lifted up so she could
slide his jeans down. In front of us, the movie screen
flickered and the cars around us were full of people
watching the movie. Rickey could feel the cold night air
across his crotch and he looked down in embarrassment,
as we looked at his very hard little cock waving in the
breeze. His arms were trapped, and his jeans and shorts
were now down around his ankles, leaving us in control.
"Hmm, what do you think?" Jill asked, looking at his
cock and then glancing at me. "I think it's kind of
average," she said as she lightly traced his cock with
her fingers. Then she surrounded it with her palm,
making him jerk at the sudden soft contact of her warm
hand.
"Now, Rickey," she laughed. "Just relax. We're just
going to play with this little guy for a while."
Her hand started to move up and down his cock and he
trembled as I stared on in disbelief. I had only seen
one other penis, and Rickey's was nice looking. Not big,
but really hard with a perfect little helmet. After a
few strokes Jill turned to me with an evil look and
said, "And NO cumming until we say so, RICKEY. If you
cum, we are LEAVING and you are not going with us."
"Is that nice?" Jill asked him, switching her voice to a
soft tone. I watched her move slowly up and down his hot
little cock, and when he didn't answer Jill stopped. His
cock twitched in her hand and I thought he was going to
cum right then, but he held back as his little butt
squirmed on the vinyl seat.
I looked at him with a sly grin and whispered, "Answer
her Rickey. Jill asked you a question."
"Yes," he gasped. "It's nice."
"Guess you don't want to watch the movie then" Jill
laughed and her hand began to slide slowly up and down
his cock until he was balancing on the edge. He was
seconds from spurting all over her hand when she
suddenly stopped. "I wouldn't mind watching the movie a
little, what about you Rickey?" Jill whispered as we
both smirked again at his contorted face. His breathing
was ragged and his now bright red cock twitched as she
firmly squeezed the base.
"Poor boy," laughed Jill. "Were you close?" We ignored
him for a moment while we commented on the movie. When I
had the urge to join the fun, I turned a little more
towards Rickey so my left hand could also reach his
cock.
"Now," I said, "You'll have to tell us who's the best at
this." I lightly blew in his ear as my hand started to
move up and down. He was gasping on the edge, and his
hips started to rise after just a few strokes. I stopped
and squeezed the base firmly like Jill did, to keep that
little guy under control.
"Please don't," he whimpered.
"Don't what?" Jill asked innocently as she pushed her
lower lip out mocking his whimpering plea.
"Don't stop, pleeeaaase!" he begged, his arms still
pinned behind him as his entire body trembled. This was
really getting fun now, making this poor boy tremble and
beg for relief.
"I guess when you jerk off, you do it really fast, huh?"
Jill smiled. "Well, do you?" she pressed when he didn't
answer.
"Yes, he said, his face burning in shame.
"Who do you think about when you jerk off?" I asked.
"Do you think about us when you jerk off?" Jill asked
slyly.
"Yes," he said, almost crying and breathing heavily. We
both laughed at how pathetic he sounded.
"How sweet," Jill whispered as she kissed the air by his
other ear.
"Do you think about our legs?" Jill asked as she was
lifting her skirt up, "or our pretty little panties?."
His eyes were glued to her long tanned legs and then her
black lacy panties. He nodded slightly, his eyes
pleading for more as he sucked air in through his nose.
"A leg man," I said as my fingers were sliding over his
cock. He shuddered again, now trying to hold his breath.
I gripped the shaft firmly and started to slowly pull,
spreading his leaking fluids around the tip with my
thumb. He was really close now, and he whimpered and
squirmed again. I moved down and squeezed firmly at the
base again.
"Don't you fucking come until we tell you, Rickey," Jill
warned in her stern voice again.
"Have you had a hand job before, Rickey?" Jill
whispered, now using a sweet tone. He slowly nodded and
whimpered "just once."
"Who did it?" I whispered in his ear.
"Jo Beth, the night time stock girl" he muttered,
gritting his teeth as I released my firm grip at the
base of his engorged little cock. "That slut, that's why
she gets all the overtime" I smirked, pulling my hand
away as he continued to quiver on the edge again.
"You know," Jill announced, "I feel like a coke."
"Me too," I said as I reached over and firmly flicked
the head of Rickey's hot little cock.
"Go get us one, Rickey," Jill said and we leaned forward
so he could free his arms. His face was crimson and
sweating, and he barely managed to tuck his throbbing
cock back into his pants. It had to hurt by now, and I'm
sure his little balls were ready to burst. His body was
still visibly trembling as he walked to the snack bar
and somehow managed to buy two large cokes. As he
started to walk back, Jill and I appeared and pulled him
into the shadows next to the ladies toilets. We both
pressed up against him and stroked his still hard cock
through his jeans.
"Time to thank you for the cokes," Jill whispered as our
hands brought him closer to relief, and she leaned in to
kiss me. He watched as our heads tilted and our lips
lightly touched. Then our eyes began to flutter, and we
whimpered as our tongues entered each other's mouth for
the very first time.
"No," he groaned, "Not in my pants!"
Our hands moved faster and faster over his little denim
encased hard-on, as Jill's tongue circled around mine.
He shuddered when I sucked Jill's tongue into my mouth
like a little penis, and groaned as he spurted into his
pants. His hips jerked several times, his eyes rolled
back and he almost fell to the ground. Jill and I
smiled, took the cokes and stepped away to admire our
handiwork. He was gasping for breath as we looked down
to see a wet stain spreading across his jeans. We had
coaxed a big load out of that poor boy.
"Thanks for the cokes Rickey," giggled Jill. "Too bad we
have to leave now, because you didn't wait for
permission to cum." Then I sarcastically added, "Poor
Rickey, now your pants are all wet" as I pushed my lower
lip out. We looked at each other and we both busted out
laughing as we walked arm in arm to my pick-up.
Just before we were out of sight, Jill turned and called
over her shoulder in a sing song voice, "See you at
work, Rickey." He was still stunned, and glanced around
to see if anyone had been watching. Then he ducked into
the men's toilets to clean himself up. It was the
beginning of a great summer, and the start of my
realization of how much I was into girls.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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