Subject:      Cousins 1-3 by Day Dreamer (mf teen con)
From: (Ole Joe)
Date:         1997/02/16


                 A family love fantasy by Day Dreamer

                             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

         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 about how miserable we
         were with our shyness and how much we would like to be
         different.  We tried to bolster our confidences by telling
         each other 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 a knock-out.
         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 get the job done.  The boys would just make excuses
         for not taking her out.

         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 the girls.  After several minutes of stutter-
         ing and stammering, though, I excused myself and gave up.  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 being a nerd."

         "Danny, you're no nerd, 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 for me

         "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

         "Sounds great to me.  Why don't we do it here in 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 back to my house and thought about the situtation
         I became even more excited about the prospect.  I had 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 curvey in
         the all the right places.  I realized then that 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 some more about Laurie
         and how it would feel to hold her in my arms.  My cock
         lengthened out and crept out of the bottom of my shorts.  I
         put my hand on it and slowly worked it out of my shorts so
         that it was standing up straight.  It was rock hard and pre-
         cum was oozing out of the slit and covering the head.  I
         worked my hand up and down, slowly, squeezing it as I went.
         I rubbed the pre-cum all over the head and very lightly on
         the underside where it was so sensitive.  Each time I did,
         it would jump and even more lubricant would pour out.  Soon
         my whole cock was coated as I rubbed my hand up and down, up
         and down.  I could feel the tension build 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
         come I did.  Big spurts kept shooting out and went all over
         my chest and pooled up on my hands, balls, and groin area.  I
         got up quietly, got a towel from the bathroom, and cleaned
         myself up.  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.

         Saturday morning, just as soon as our parents had driven off,
         I went over to Laurie's house.  She was dressed in a tee-
         shirt and a pair of brief running shorts.  Her hair was
         combed back and held in place on her neck with a ribbon.  The
         shorts emphasized her tiny waist, and even though her tee-
         shirt was large and loose, it failed to conceal that she was
         bra-less.  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, poutty
         lips were featured at their best.  In short, I finally recog-
         nized that my cousin Laurie 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 buttocks moved inside
         her shorts, tick-tocking back and forth.  They 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 away," 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 tee-shirt fell down, 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 dream about Laurie.  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 her.

         We quickly finished moving the furniture and Laurie went over
         and turned on the stereo, putting on a soft-rock CD.  Leaning
         down, Laurie took hold of my hand, pulling me to my feet, and
         said, "Okay, Twinkletoes, it's time to learn how to fast

         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.  I
         was horny before, but 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 American Bandstand to 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 drink a Coke.  I'll go up to the fridge and get us

         I was relieved to see her go.  I had a raging hard-on, and
         the pressure inside my Jockey shorts 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 a half-

         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"

         "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 would 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
         on 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
         Jockey shorts 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.  I feel all weak and fluttery.
         How did 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 last year.  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 had started out standing about six
         inches apart, but gradually we had moved closer together.
         The song that was playing then was a slow ballad and about
         all we had to do was to sway to the music.  She 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 press against me from cheek to toe.  Her
         breasts were pressed against my chest and could feel the
         nipples through our tee-shirts.  They were like little
         nubbins trying to bore a hole through the fabric.  I found it
         hard to breathe just as when I kissed her.  My heart was
         beating a thunderous tattoo.  Hers was doing the same,
         because I could feel it against my chest.

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

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

         It was too much to resist.  I put my lips down to 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 my lips and touched her
         lips with it.  She spread her lips even further and pressed
         them harder against mine.  The tip of her tongue came out and
         touched the tip of mine.  It was like an electric current,
         tingling and flowing between the two of us.  I pushed my
         tongue into her mouth and hers played games with it, twirling
         around and around it, curling and almost duelling it.  Her
         hips pressed even harder against mine, and I put my hands
         down on her buttocks, caressing them and pulling her in even
         closer.  She moaned softly into my mouth and her ass trembled
         and shuddered.  There was no doubt but that she could clearly
         feel my hard-on.

         Laurie pulled away from me slightly, looked me full in the
         face, and in a little-girl voice said, "Danny, is that what's
         called an erection?"

         Embarrassed, I whispered, "Yes.  But guys call it a hard-on."

         Laurie put her head back on my shoulder and said, "Oh,
         Danny, who am I fooling.  I want to learn about boys so maybe
         I can get dates and know how to behave on them, but all I'm
         finding out is how little I know.  I hardly know anything
         about boys and sex.  All I know is what I learned in Sex-Ed,
         and that's darned little.  Just a few fuzzy pictures in
         books.  How ever in the world can I expect to succeed with
         boys when I know so little."

         "Well, I'm in the same boat," 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 be
         dating won't look like that.  The only girl I know who is
         that pretty is you."

         Laurie laid her head back on my should 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 of the girls in those pictures.  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 would
         come in my pants right there.  My hard-on throbbed, and all
         it would have taken is 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 the kiss, and putting her mouth close to my ear,
         very softly 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?"

         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 it and then lowered
         them 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 buttocks.  They were smooth and just as tight
         and firm as I had imagined when I had been so enraptured by
         them earlier.  I could feel the juncture between them, and I
         felt all the way down the crack until I came to the bottom.
         I was amazed to find her wet and slick, 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.

         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 lifted her by her ass, and sustaining the kiss all the way,
         carried her to the sofa and laid her down.  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 played with hers.  I had 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 tee-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.  Finger tips first and then my whole
         hand slipped up into one leg of the shorts.  My finger tips
         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 finger tip 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 cusions.  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

         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

         "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

         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, revelling 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 travelled 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, 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 softy 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 with-
         drew 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, flutter-
         ing 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, undul-
         ating 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...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

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

         "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

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

         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 finger tips 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, supposed to go down after he has an

         "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 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

         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
         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," 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

         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

         "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

         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 cut-offs that barely
         covered her crotch and the bottoms of her buttocks and her
         tight tanktop 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

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

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

         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 sprung to its full rigidity, and through
         the scant cover her cut-offs 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."


         "Have a nice shower."

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

                          *    *    *    *    *    *    *

         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

         "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
         accidently.  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

         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."
         Dumbfounded 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 poutty.  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.  No where in the world
         could there have been someone more beautiful, a girl more
         desirable, a woman more sensual than Laurie was at that

         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 finger tips 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-
         out 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 heart beat.  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, 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 maidenhead 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 night-
         marish.  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

         "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

         "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 teen-agers 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

         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

         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 comingling 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

         "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
         maidenhead 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 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 consumation 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

         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 undula-
         tions, reflecting her tingling, mounting ocean wave of

         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 maidenhead 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 half-way 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

         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...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 revelling in and
         enjoying the other's presence.  Me, the presence of a hot,
         lubricous 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."

         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 grad-
         ually 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.

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