Full Frame
26
Decision Time
SUNDAY AFTERNOON, I went to the studio as usual and met Patricia there. She wandered around the floor, just touching things, and exclaiming about how professional it all looked.
“Why don't you have Tony come with you and I'll take a nice portrait of the two of you together?” I suggested.
“No. Tony doesn't want to come to the studio. He said it would spoil all his fantasies about what it was like and what we do up here,” Patricia laughed.
“He knows we don't do anything, like… you know… doesn't he?”
“Oh, yeah. But he likes me to make up stories about the photo when he sees it and about what we did in the studio.”
“I always try to think up a storyline for photos. It helps to make them come alive. Tell me what kind of stories you tell. Better yet, tell me the story for today.”
“Let's take some pictures and I'll tell you the story as it comes to me.”
“Okay. First, we should do that cute picture of you that your parents can display,” I suggested.
She had worn a cute light blue pinafore dress with a blue and white striped T-shirt. The T-shirt had a scoop neck and three-quarter length sleeves. She wore black patent leather Mary Janes with a slight heel and had her blonde hair pulled back in pigtails. I pulled down the cloudy sky theatre backdrop that we'd left up when we arranged things on Friday night. In the box of fabric I'd gotten from Levi, I found a piece of green that I tossed on the floor in overlapping waves and pulled it up just under the backdrop so it sort of looked like grass beneath her feet and the sky above. I needed to extend the tripod so I was pointed down slightly and made the horizon disappear at the sky.
“Okay, stay forward so we don't get any shadows on the backdrop,” I said. “I'm going to start with a full length shot, just because you are so fucking cute.”
“Oh, yes,” she said as she took the position and I adjusted the lighting. “I went to get my school picture taken by Mr. Hart, the photographer. He was really nice and always gave me candy when I did whatever he said to. He spent a lot of time putting lights where he said they'd do the most good. He likes my shape and wanted to highlight it. He said I looked fuckably cute.”
Apparently, Patricia had already developed the scenario for this story and had dressed for it. She was such a natural model that I just let her go for it as I started snapping pictures and she shifted positions to take different poses. One of my favorites was of her holding one pigtail in front of her and biting her lip coyly. She did have the look of a schoolgirl seductress. There was nothing innocent in the way she looked at the camera.
I stopped to change film while she continued her story.
“‘Now, Patty,' he said. He's the only one who ever calls me Patty. No one else is allowed. ‘That shirt is just distracting from your cute pinafore. I think you should take it off.' I had big wide eyes, and just nodded. I always do whatever Mr. Hart tells me to.”
I had the camera reloaded and she turned slightly away from me as she unbuckled the front of her pinafore and very slowly pulled her top off. I took pictures as she revealed her incredible breasts.
“I tried to hide when I took off the shirt, but I think he peeked at my little boobies. I hurried and fastened my pinafore up because I didn't have a bra on. I'm too little for that!”
As if! Of all the girls I'd seen naked, Patricia was one who probably appreciated the support when she wore one of her lacy bras, but I was always happy to see her without. The result reminded me of the shoot with Janice in the overalls. Patricia's nipples were just barely hidden behind the bib of the pinafore. I loved the bulge of her boobs on either side and when she turned in profile, I caught glimpses of the hidden nipples.
I changed film again. It doesn't take long to take up twelve shots.
“‘Patty, those straps are distracting from the way your hair lies on your shoulder. Please unfasten them and get them out of the way,' he commanded. ‘Yes, sir,' I said softly. I always call Mr. Hart ‘sir.' I had to hold the front of my dress up to cover my boobies. Mr. Hart said that was lovely and told me to move around a little. I guess when I did, one of my boobs kind of fell out of the top.”
I was taking pictures through her entire narration, and she dropped the corner of the bib so that her left boob was completely exposed and she had a look of comic surprise on her face.
“‘Don't worry about that,' Mr. Hart said. ‘Let the other one join it. They are really too pretty to cover up.' I was a little embarrassed, but it was Mr. Hart, so I just said, ‘Yes, sir,' and let the bib drop so he could see both my little boobies. I think he likes it when he sees my little boobies. He always rubs at the front of his pants when he sees them.”
I was laughing at that part, because I had, indeed, rubbed at the front of my pants to get my stiffening cock into a more comfortable position. I changed film again and she continued her story. I was getting hard more from the narration than from actually looking at her. Well, maybe not.
“‘We need a little special highlight on those cute little nipples,' he said, adjusting the light. ‘I know. Come here and let me get them a little wet for you.' I'd had pictures of wet nipples before and I knew what came next. I went over to him and he lifted each of my boobies and put the nipple in his mouth. He got it real wet with his tongue and then sucked the extra water off of it.'”
I wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but Patricia lifted each of her boobs in turn and licked around the nipples until they were glistening wet. I took pictures and reminded myself that she was telling the story for Tony and not inviting me to participate. I took a few more pictures as she moved and posed, and changed film again.
“‘Patty, dear, this simply won't do,' he said. ‘Your dress looks silly like that. Just take it off and toss it over here. It really isn't helping the picture at all.' I thought this was going to be the strangest school picture ever, but Mr. Hart said to take it off, so I said, ‘Yes, sir,' and then I was standing out there in just my panties and my shoes. He took a lot of pictures and wanted me to turn around so he could take pictures of my front and back.”
It was a nuisance to have to keep changing film, but Patricia was really into her story and I was enjoying the whole experience. As long as Tony didn't think I was really licking his girlfriend's nipples, I guessed it was okay.
“Mr. Hart looked at me critically and exclaimed, ‘Patty! Why are you wearing those ghastly polka-dot panties with such a lovely outfit? Take them off at once. No, never mind. I'll take them off of you.' He slid his hands into the waist of my panties and pushed them down over my round little bottom. Mr. Hart really likes my bottom—almost as much as he likes my boobies. He petted it and patted it, and I thought it was going to take forever to get my panties off. But I liked the feelings he was making me have. I didn't mind that he didn't like my favorite pair of panties.”
Patricia took her time getting her panties off, including bending over to push them down over her sandals. I had to move the camera slightly, after I'd taken a good look, so I didn't get a picture of her pussy between her legs. She didn't shave, but her pussy hair, like that of her head, was light. She pulled the ties out of her pigtails and posed naked, in several positions, including getting down on her knees and leaning back with her hands on the floor.
“Mr. Hart had a big sucker in his pants. It was long and thick. I knew just what to do with it when he put the tip against my lips. I licked and sucked until he put a whole bunch of candy right in my mouth and down my throat. He said, ‘That will do, Patty. I think we've taken enough school photos for today. Come back next week and I'll take some more.' So, I had to put my panties and my shirt and my pinafore on, and put my hair back in pigtails so no one would know I'd been to Mr. Hart's studio to take school pictures. They're going to be the best school pictures ever!”
I finished the last roll of film I planned to take this afternoon, but Patricia didn't rush about getting dressed. She just stood in front of me, naked, and let me look at her as much as I wanted.
“That's the story I'll tell Tony when I get the pictures,” she whispered. “And then we'll go out to Mr. Packard's barn and fuck ourselves silly. That's why he doesn't want to come to the studio. It would spoil the story if he saw how we really did it.”
I laughed, not knowing what else to say. Patricia took several modeling poses right in front of me, even though I didn't have the camera in my hands.
“Do you like the way I look, Nate? Do I turn you on?”
“Yes, Patricia. You really do.”
“Good. A Playboy bunny should be able to inspire a man to great fantasies, without ever actually coming in contact. I'm just practicing,” she said. She reached for her panties and started pulling them on while I watched. “But, you know, sometimes at night, while I'm practicing the story I'll tell Tony, I think what it would really be like if you did lick my nipples, or hold my butt as you took my panties off, or put your cock on my lips and waited for me to open so you could slide it in. Sometimes, those comes are the best ever.”
Just before she pulled her T-shirt on, she lifted her boobs toward me again and licked the nipples. Then she pulled on her shirt and fastened the bib of the pinafore.
“See you in school tomorrow, Nate,” she said as she headed toward the door. “Hope you have a great night!”
Oh, yeah.
Vicki joined us at the table on Monday and Ronda slipped around to the other side of Chris so there was a place for Vicki.
“Um… I just wanted to say that I had a good time Saturday and thank you for loaning me your boyfriend. I know there probably won't be another opportunity to go out until at least after prom, and I just wanted to say that I hope you all have a really really good time.”
“You went out with Vicki after making such a big production of buying your triple prom tickets?” Karen demanded.
“Oh, we just went to Huntertown to see A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum,” Vicki jumped in. “Nate's kind of like a big brother and I really needed an adult with me to see that movie. But it's soooo funny!”
“Oh. A big brother,” Andy nodded. “I understand that.” He had three younger sisters, one of which was in Vicki's class. “It's nice that Chris and Ronda let him take you.”
“Yes! Isn't it?” Vicki exclaimed. “Thank you again, Chris and Ronda. See you guys all later.”
She picked up her tray and went to the table she usually sat at with the B-Team cheerleaders.
The week was pretty hectic because I had to rewrite my term paper with all the notes Ronda and Chris had made. I also needed to develop half a dozen rolls of film of Patricia. I would never call that girl ‘Patty.' We got some really great pictures and I printed a set I thought she and Tony would enjoy. I also printed an archival copy of the picture of her holding the front of her dress up with one hand. That went on the display wall.
Speaking of which, one of the things the third floor had was a lot of wall space. I designated one wall as my new gallery and rehung all the public photos there. The new gallery included a picture of my mom, of Reverend Armstrong, and of Billy at the Humane Society. I thought I should invite Mr. Grossman over to see my new studio.
Then it was Friday and Anna reminded me of our ‘photo date' to hear the choral concert and photograph the awards ceremony. She said she'd meet me at the school at six-thirty for the seven o'clock concert and we'd get some preparation action shots.
I checked my appearance in the mirror to be sure I looked okay. I didn't have a lot of choices, but I wanted to make sure I dressed nicely to be with Anna. I kept reminding myself that it wasn't actually a date-date, but just a time to take pictures.
Anna was in the swing of things as soon as I arrived and started directing me for photos of the directors, accompanists, and singers warming up. It was billed as a choral concert, but there would also be performances of the ‘dance band' and a brass quartet. It wasn't just the senior high, either. There was a junior high chorus, the combined women's chorus, the men's Choralaires, and a sixth grade song flute concert. Kat was playing in that.
Anna deftly navigated me to the pre-concert locations and directed me to a place where I could stand without blocking anyone to take pictures as the various groups took the stage. I switched to the telephoto lens on the thirty-five and the 400 ASA film I was using was fast enough to get good pictures.
At the end of the concert, which was a little after eight-thirty, Mr. Dobbs, the music director, called up the groups who received high school chorus letters and band letters. I think they had to have three years in chorus or band to get a letter. Then there were the high school chorus and band pins that kids got after two years. Finally, there was a special charm that was presented to each of the accompanists.
We were finally able to leave. Anna just grabbed my hand as we got out and I walked her home, holding her hand, wondering what was going on. She didn't say anything until we got to her door.
“Nate, I just want to say I'm sorry for the way I broke up with you before Christmas. I guess breaking up was the right thing to do for both of us, but what I did and said, wasn't appropriate,” she said.
“I think I understand. Sometimes when something just isn't right, we think up all kinds of reasons without just acknowledging what's really wrong. I don't hold any hard feelings toward you, Anna, and I'm really glad we've continued to work together on the yearbook photos. It's really been fun.”
“It has, hasn't it? And we're not done yet. Graduation isn't until the day after school lets out. So, we've got a ways to go before we have to part again. You're really a great guy, Nate, and I still kind of wish I'd been the right girl. I just freaked out. And I'm glad you have such cool girls as your girlfriends now. I never could have done that.”
“Still, you're going to date Kent and David for the prom. That's pretty cool,” I said.
“Don't tell anyone. I made them promise they'd dance with me so I'd cover for them being together. I'm kind of the third wheel in that one.”
“Then I have even more respect for you than I already had, Anna. You're a great girl.”
“So, I'll see you Monday in school,” she said. She looked me in the eye and placed her hand on the side of my face. Then she reached up and kissed me softly on the lips. She didn't rush it or anything. We didn't try to make the kiss any more than it was. Just a simple—and maybe loving—kiss between two friends.
She pulled back, smiled at me, and slipped inside her front door while I stupidly stood and stared at her. Four months too late, we finally had that first kiss. It was sweet.
Saturday after laundry and ironing, I went over to the studio to meet Patricia so she could pick out her favorite pictures from the last set. I'd already prepared some prints that I was sure she'd want, but everything else was in the proof sheets.
I was really surprised when she showed up with Chris and Ronda in tow.
“Do you mind if Chris and Ronda help me pick out what pictures I want?” Patricia asked. I glanced down at the proof sheets and couldn't help but visualize her story as I looked at them.
“If you want to. You know I wouldn't show these to anyone that you didn't want to see them.”
“I know. You're so sweet. But I had so much fun last week. I want to share it with your girlfriends.”
I'd managed to collect another couple of chairs and pulled them up to the sawhorse table for the girls, then made myself scarce, tinkering with props and lights to see what I'd like to have next. I could hear whispers and occasional giggles as Patricia described the pictures with the story she planned to tell to Tony. I hope my girlfriends understood it was just a fantasy and not something we actually did.
“I've decided,” Patricia said. “Chris and Ronda told me about the paragraph on the back of glossy photos song. This is special because it's for Tony's birthday next week. I want 8x10s of these so I can write the story on the back of each of them with an extra 5x7 of this one for his parents. And don't try to give them all to me like you did last time. I'm paying for my selection.”
“Okay. You know, I only do that for you. You were my very first model and I feel like I owe you something special.”
“Oh, don't worry. I got all the special I needed during the shoot.”
All three girls started giggling and I just knew Patricia had told them the story without telling them it was just a fantasy. I collected the proofs and organized them so I could print them. When Patricia left, Ronda and Chris went upstairs with me.
“Um… You know that was all just a fantasy that she made up, don't you? I mean, I never touch Patricia and she doesn't call me ‘sir.' I just take pictures.”
“Don't be silly. Of course we know. But it was really funny and sexy. I can't believe that Tony gets off on that and doesn't try to rearrange your face,” Chris said.
“Tony's a nice guy. I think people just made stuff up about him and he never bothered to dissuade them. I really like him and Patricia. They're good friends.”
“I'm glad you like them,” Ronda said. “I'm on the prom committee and arranged to have them sit at our table.”
“That's cool,” I said.
“Patricia requested it.”
“Oh.”
“You don't really have time to start printing Patricia's photos before your big date tonight,” Chris said. “You might as well just come back downstairs to the couch and kiss us a little.”
They took hold of my hands and led me back downstairs to the fainting couch where we sat and started to make out. I loved kissing them and I loved to see them kiss each other.
“Maybe you'd better touch us a little,” Ronda whispered. “This is probably the last time we'll ever make out while you're still a virgin.”
That was the plan. Kelly had told me to make sure I brought condoms on our date tonight. We planned to go all the way. For her, it was kind of getting back at her boyfriend. For me, it was supposed to be training for when I made love to Ronda and Chris.
I heaved a big sigh and pushed back from my girlfriends.
“I don't want to do this,” I said.
“You don't want to kiss us?” Chris asked, a tear almost immediately springing to her eye.
“No. I mean yes. I want to kiss you. I don't want to go have sex with Kelly.”
“Why not?” Ronda asked. “You like her. She's willing to have sex with you. You'll be experienced when you have sex with us.”
“That's just it,” I said. “Yes, I like Kelly. She can be fun and she's very sexual. But I don't love her. It seems like such a… cheat to go have sex with her when the only girls I want to make love to are here in my arms. I want it to be a special time for all three of us. Even if I have to… you know… make love to one of you before the other, we'll still be together. We'll all three be making love.”
“Do you really feel that way, Nate?” Chris asked. Tears were sparkling in her eyes and I was afraid I'd really hurt her.
“If you really want me to go have sex with Kelly, I'll do it, I suppose,” I said. “But yes, I really feel that way. I just want my first time to be with girls who want it just as much with me.”
“I love you, Nate!” Chris said, wrapping her arms around me. Ronda was right there with her and I was getting squeezed in a sandwich.
“I love you, too,” Ronda said. “I guess we kind of invented the scenario of having someone experienced with us the first time, but I wasn't really looking forward to knowing you were having sex with someone else tonight instead of me. Or Chris.”
“We'll just have to fumble through and learn it together,” Chris said. “I know you wouldn't hurt me or rush things. I want you, Nate. I want it to be you. And I want to be your first.”
“I want to be a very close second,” Ronda said.
“That settles it, then,” I said. “I'm not going out with Kelly tonight.”
The girls looked at each other as if they were communicating telepathically or something and then shook their heads.
“You can't just stand Kelly up,” Chris said. “You need to go out with her and have a good time and let her know how much fun you have with her, but that you don't want to go all the way. She might still be hurt a little. She might get mad and slap you. But if you just didn't show up, she'd hate you. You don't want that.”
“Well, no, but…”
“Chris is right,” Ronda said. “In fact, you should make out with her if she wants. All you have to do is explain it like you did to us. You said she doesn't love you either. She'll probably appreciate your loyalty.”
“And she'll envy us.”
“And if you are making out and end up going all the way, it will be because you really want to and not because we said you have to. That's the way it should be.”
Chris nodded her agreement and I sighed.
“Okay,” I said. “I'll… um… take her out to dinner. Or just into Huntertown for this week's movie. I think they're showing Alfie. That way we'll have a little drive back to talk and I'll explain things to her and tell her how much fun I've had dating her,” I said. “Do you think that will be too much like just a bad breakup? She went through that with Allen.”
“I think she'll appreciate your honesty. It might even turn her on a little,” Chris said. “Just because you aren't going all the way doesn't mean you can't enjoy each other's company a little, if you know what I mean.”
“I think you two are the most special and wonderful girls a guy could ever have. Especially, this guy.”
“Come here, lover,” Ronda said, lying back on the couch. Chris hurriedly scooted off and pulled Ronda's feet up on the couch. Ronda reached out for a hug. “Come and lie on top of me. I want you to look into my eyes as if we're making love and your hard cock just entered my tight wet pussy.”
I laid down, sort of beside her, but she tugged at me until I was actually on top of her. Then she spread her legs and Chris tugged at mine until I was lying between Ronda's open legs. I was getting harder by the second and Ronda humped up at me. We were fully dressed, but I responded to Ronda's move with a hunch of my own and felt my cock rub against her crotch. Through our jeans, it wasn't possible to really tell where her sensitive spots were, but as we moved against each other, she moaned and kissed me. I felt Chris's hand feeling my butt and working its way between us to stroke Ronda's slit. I just looked at Ronda and thought what a wonderful woman she was and how much I loved her.
“Yes, Nate. I love you, too. That's the look I want to see in your eye when you are making me come with your cock plunging in and out of my pussy,” she said. We continued for a minute and then she pushed at me and I got up. “You probably can't put all your weight on me for too long, though. We'll have to figure that out. Now show Chris what it will be like when she makes love to you.”
I kissed Ronda again and got up so she could switch places with Chris. Only Chris didn't lie down. She pushed at me until I was lying on my back and then she straddled me and began rubbing against my cock as she leaned forward to kiss me.
“I read about this,” Chris said. “It seemed really steamy.”
“Where did you read about it?”
“Well, Miss Ludwig, it seems, has a private collection of books ‘for curious young women,' as she calls us. When a girl is recommended to her or when one is brave enough to ask her, she takes her to her office where she keeps the books. Some are very old and some are newer editions of old books. She's marked them in an order that a young woman should read them, and changes it as she acquires new material.”
“I didn't know about that,” Ronda said. “You're holding out on me, girlfriend.”
“I didn't know what to do because I knew absolutely nothing about what I was doing or even if it was possible to love two people like I love you two. And you know Miss Ludwig. She bases her acquisitions on what she finds people are interested in. With all the talk about hippies and free love, I guess a lot of girls were looking for real information.”
“So, what book did you read?” I asked.
“She told me I should get in the mood before I looked at any technical guides. So, I started with the Diary of Anaïs Nin. It was published a couple of years ago, and tells about this wonderful author's life in Paris and her love affairs in the 1920s and 30s. It was where I first saw allusions to her falling in love with both another author and his wife. Some of her descriptions are so raw that I found myself rubbing my pussy while I read them.”
“And she taught you about getting on top of the man like this?” Ronda asked as Chris continued to rub up and down.
“No. Miss Ludwig also gave me a copy of Facts of Life and Love, but warned me that it was rather medicinal.”
“And kind of incomplete, too. I think that's the book I read that said, ‘some women derive pleasure from stimulating their clitoris.' If there is one thing I've learned from every girl I've dated, it's that girls get a lot of pleasure from stimulating their clitoris,” I said.
“That's for sure, but that isn't where I read about this. There's a really old book that she has a new translation of. It's an Indian book called The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana. It talks about different relationships and ways of embracing, kissing, positions for making love, and all kinds of advice on family, dating, and even proper decorum for prostitutes and mistresses. I read this one section and it sang out to me. It said, ‘When a man and a woman are very much in love with each other, and embrace as if they were entering into each other's bodies, either while the woman is sitting on the lap of the man or in front of him, or on a bed, then it is called an embrace like a mixture of milk and water.' I figured this was what they were doing.”
“I like it. It feels like I can support you and I can touch you and kiss you, too. I know that when we're kissing and just starting, we're often in a position where I'm lying back and one or both of you are partially on top of me. I love feeling you there,” I said.
“I have got to go read these books,” Ronda said. “Are there more?”
“Yes. There's a more modern book called The Anatomy of a Love Affair. It's mostly how to convince a guy to seduce you when you've already decided to say yes. Miss Ludwig put a warning on it, though, that it uses far too much deception and in our new day and age women do not need to disguise their intelligence or talents.”
“How does Miss Ludwig know?” I asked. “I mean, she's single, isn't she?”
“Um… I think she prefers life as a single woman, but it doesn't mean she hasn't any experience. I think she might even have a lover. Maybe two!” Chris said. “Anyway, the Kama Sutra even has names for different combinations and says that when a man makes love to two women who love him equally, it is called a United Congress.”
“Sounds governmental,” I laughed.
“It's better than when he has several women all at once. That's called Congress of a Herd of Cows!”
“Regardless, I love you. And if you want to be on top like this when we make love the first time, or anytime, then this is where I want you, with both of us—all three of us—naked and loving each other.”
We kissed some more and enjoyed the rubbing sensations. I felt Ronda's hand exploring and touching between our legs. Chris pulled away and got off the couch.
“We should go and let you get ready for your date with Kelly,” she said. I sighed.
“Don't look at it as such a task, Nate. I know you like her,” Ronda said. “Just remember to treat her nicely and explain just what we talked about. And kiss her to make the booboos go away.”
“Okay. I love you both and I'll see you Monday.”
I tried to be happy and upbeat when I picked Kelly up.
“I thought we could go into Huntertown and see the movie Alfie,” I said. “If you want, we could stop for a milkshake.”
“Thank you. That really sounds nice. But Nate, I wonder if we could just drive out to the woods and… you know.”
“Okay, if you want to,” I said hesitantly. “But I really want to talk to you for a bit.”
“That's fine. I just don't want to be around a bunch of other people.”
I almost missed the turnoff into the woods and she pointed it out to me.
“I heard it was really muddy the past few weeks, but now that the rain has stopped, it's dry and solid,” she said. “We shouldn't get stuck.”
“You heard?”
“Girls talk,” she said.
“I see.”
It was a little damp, but solid enough I wasn't worried about getting stuck. As soon as I parked, Kelly scooted over and got out to get in the back seat. I quickly joined her. I scarcely had the door closed when she slammed against me and started kissing me, kind of frantically.
“Hey,” I whispered, when I could get my mouth free. “We were going to talk.”
“We can talk. Let's just do it while I have my courage and then we can talk.”
She attacked my lips again and it took me a minute to disengage. When I did, she pulled back and whipped her sweater off before I could say anything. She was working on her skirt when I caught her and turned her face toward me. There was a sparkle of tears in her eyes.
“Kelly, listen to me, honey. You don't really want to do this any more than I do, do you?”
Her lips quivered.
“Nate. I promised. We planned this. We have sex and then we can go make love to our real boyfriend and girlfriends.”
“You have a real boyfriend, don't you?”
“Allen asked me to the prom yesterday. I told him I'd answer him Monday if he was still interested.”
“Then why do you want to have sex with me? Allen's what you wanted.”
“I… I thought I should screw another boy and then Allen and I would be even and I wouldn't need to worry about whether he was in a rush or took his time with me, because I knew I could get you to slow down and do what I wanted.”
“But here, you're in a rush, stripping out of your clothes and wanting to do it right away. I'll bet you aren't turned on at all. Do you think I'd do it if you weren't ready for it?” I asked.
“I said… Nate, I promised I'd go all the way with you. I'm not just a tease. I'll get wet when we get started.” She kissed me again, a little softer this time. “I promise. I just… I keep thinking, it could be Allen who took my cherry. It would be something special between us and I withheld it from him when we were going together until he broke up with me.”
“He broke up with you? You told me he was pressuring you too much and you broke up with him.”
“It doesn't make a difference. I told him he should just go find an easy girl if that's what he wanted and he said, all right he would. And then he went off and screwed Angie Marlowe.”
“Is he still seeing her?”
“She has a strict three times limit. She says that guys get too clingy if you let them screw you more than that.”
She looked at me, realizing how ridiculous that sounded, and both broke out laughing. She reached toward me and kissed me again.
“I'm sitting practically in your lap with my shirt off. You don't have to be afraid to touch me. I like you. I'm not madly in love with you, but I like the things we've done together,” she said.
“Believe me, I like it, too. You've been my first at so many things and that makes you special to me.”
She leaned in and kissed me again, softening up her lips and inviting my tongue instead of trying to cram hers down my throat. I noticed her makeup was lighter and in the dusk light filtering into the car, I could see her freckles. They scattered all the way down her chest and I found myself cupping that beautiful boob with its pointy little cone on top in my hand as we kissed.
“Even if we don't… you know… go all the way, there's still some things we could do. I haven't taught you everything.”
“Are you sure you want to do stuff with a guy who isn't the love of your life?” I asked. I was asking myself the same question, but I kept rubbing her nipple with my thumb.
“Do you really not want to fuck me tonight?” she asked. “You know that even if I'd rather it was Allen for my first time, I'd still do you.”
“I know you would, Kelly. And all I can say is thank you. I really like you, but I decided I want my first time to be with the girls I love. I think there's something special about that, and it's different than making out or petting. It's something that's really special and deserves to be shared between two—or three—people who really love each other.”
“You know, after you've done it with them, I'll want to go out with you again, just to find out how it worked. Three people? I know exactly how many pussies I have and how many dicks you have. There's a match between the numbers. Two pussies and one dick? That's an uneven match-up,” she said.
“Okay, it's a deal. We'll get together and tell each other exactly how it all went. For both of us, not just me. You'll tell me, won't you? Things like how he got you ready and how wet you were. How you came before he even got his dick out, because girls always come first. How it felt when he put the head of his cock up against your little pussy hole and pushed, stretching you as he went in deeper than any finger you'd ever had inside you.”
“Oh, God, Nate! I'm pretty sure I'm closer to ready now. We won't fuck, but I want you to make me come and I'm going to give you an orgasm you'll never forget. Touch me. See if I'm getting wet now.”
I started to slip my hand under her skirt, but she reached behind her and unzipped it, pushing it off her legs onto the floor. She wasn't wearing anything under it.
“I figured the fewer clothes I wore, the less complicated it would be. Now you can see all of me,” she whispered. “Am I pretty, Nate? As pretty as your girlfriends?”
“Kelly, I love the way you look. I almost wish I had you in my photo studio instead of in my back seat. But don't ask me to compare you to the girls I love. You know that isn't a fair comparison,” I said.
“Sorry. You're right. I wouldn't want to compare you to Allen, either.”
“But you are pretty, Kelly. I really love your freckles. You never have to hide them from me.”
I kissed her chin and then down her neck onto her chest. I paid a little loving attention to her nipples as my hand crept through her red thatch of pubic hair. I didn't think Kelly was the kind of girl who would ever shave down there. It was like the burning bush that Moses saw. In the last light of dusk, it looked like a fire that didn't consume the fuel.
It was soon apparent why it didn't burn up. It was too wet. I was sure when we started that she would have been dry as a bone, but as I gently stroked up and down her slit, she opened and the moist lubrication was there for me to spread up and around her clit.
“Take off your shirt so I can feel you as you touch me,” she gasped.
I was wearing a pull-over golf shirt and it came off quickly. While I played in Kelly's lower curls, she started kissing all over my chest. She finally zeroed in on one of my nipples and I gasped as she tongued it. I suddenly understood about the electrical connection between a girl's nipple and her clit that Chris had once mentioned. My cock sprang to full boner in a second. Kelly rubbed it through my slacks as I pressed into her humid center.
“Go ahead to my clit, Nate. Suck on my tit and make me come. It's just going to be my first.”
I pressed a finger into her hole and dragged up a copious amount of her lubrication and circled her clit with my fingers. I figured that if a girl liked to have my finger rub the side of her clit, maybe she'd like it if I used a finger on each side and squeezed a little.
Kelly liked it. A lot. She jerked a little and I scraped her nipple with my teeth. She skyrocketed!
“Oh, God! That was good!” she said as she settled back into my arms and I continued to lightly hold her pussy in my hand without rubbing or penetrating. We kissed some more. “I need to see you naked,” she said. “I'm going to give you a come that will match that one.”
“Just don't get carried away and try to fuck me, okay? We've agreed that is going to be for your real boyfriend and my real girlfriends,” I said.
“Yeah. I'm so relieved about that. I just want to find out how many other ways we can make each other come.”
She pulled my slacks and underwear off. I'd never been naked with a girl and I was straining my cock to reach her.
“You really have a nice cock, Nate. If I was going to have a different cock than Allen's, I'd want it to be yours.”
“I feel the same way about your pussy,” I said.
She held my cock in her hands and bent to lick it, all the way from my scrotum to the tip. Precome was flowing from me and she cleaned it all up with her tongue.
“Kelly, let me do you, too,” I whispered.
“Do me?”
“Let me lick your pussy while you lick my cock.”
“You'd do that?” she asked in surprise.
“Why not? I think you've got a beautiful pussy and I'd love to get my tongue in it.”
“Feel your tongue in my pussy—on my clit? Oh, hell, yeah! How do we do this?”
“I'll slide down and you can just turn around. You be on top so I don't accidentally ram my cock down your throat.”
“I can go pretty deep, but I don't think I could take the whole thing.”
We struggled a little to get in position and finally got her legs set so I could gently pull her freckled ass toward my face. I kissed her butt and did little nibbles on it that made her giggle. Then I managed to part her bush and the inner lips to reach her clit with my tongue. Kelly almost let go of my cock as she straightened with the contact.
“This might make it difficult to concentrate on giving you a blowjob. Just… um… kiss a little and hold me while I go down on you. After I get a mouthful of your come, you can go back to licking.”
That was okay with me. I just held her pussy open with my thumbs kissing around her lips and poking her hole with my tongue. Shortly, however, it was difficult for me to concentrate on her pussy because of the unbelievable feelings coming from my cock.
Vicki had been great, but my opinion was probably warped by simply having my first blowjob. Kelly went at it with a whole different skillset. Where Vicki pretty much clamped on the first inch or two and worked the tip over with her tongue, Kelly licked and kissed all over my cock, sliding on and off of it with her mouth. In a few seconds I was struggling to hold back my come just so I could enjoy this feeling a little longer.
“You can go ahead and come,” she said. “We don't have to stop at one.”
With that, she slid down on my cock farther and I could feel her tongue and throat muscles working on me. That was all I could take. “I'm going to…” I managed before my words became garbled. My balls contracted in the palm of her hand and I started spraying her tonsils. I wondered if Kelly had been Catholic, since she didn't let a drop escape from her mouth. Of course, I knew she was EUB. And that Vicki had probably misinterpreted what the priest was saying. After all, isn't a handjob spilling the seed? Or jacking off? When I finished spraying, she kept me in her mouth just moving enough so I didn't go soft, but not so much as to irritate me from the sensitivity of having just come.
I went back to focusing on her pussy. I figured I could do as good a job of exploring her with my tongue as she'd done taking me in her mouth. I pushed my tongue into her as far as I could, which put the tip of my nose against her butt hole. She seemed to like that, so when I went back to licking her clit, I used my fingers to dip into her pussy and to rub around her anus.
All the time, Kelly was trying to keep me in her mouth while she was making little whimper noises around my cock. Apparently, I hit all her buttons at once, with one hand on a tit, my tongue on her clit with my nose buried in her twat and a finger pressing against her back door. She popped off my cock with a moan that had her entire body trembling. I noticed that even though I wasn't trying to press my finger into her asshole, it was fluttering open and closed and the tip of my finger actually did sink in a little.
Suddenly, Kelly was back on my cock and bobbing up and down on it, taking me farther into her mouth than she had before. I wasn't sure how she could make me feel like that without gagging, but this time, I didn't wait to renew my efforts on her pussy. I slid a finger into her pussy a little ways, and dragged her plentiful lubrication up around her asshole as I licked around her clit. I pressed with my finger and it went into her ass a little.
“Oh, God, yes!” Kelly said. “I'm going to come again. Come in my mouth again, Nate. Give me all you've got.”
She got her mouth on my cock again and I started thrusting up to meet her as her hips pushed back and forth on my face. I could feel her tensing for her come and started wiggling my finger in her butt instead of just having it sitting there. Kelly started to hum as her orgasm mounted and that vibration around my cock took me up and over. I got fresh Kelly juice all over my face as Kelly drank my second load of come.
We lay there for a few minutes with my cock still held in her mouth, but shrinking this time. I still had her pussy resting on my mouth and began to withdraw my finger from her ass. It had gone in a little deeper while she was coming and I was in her to the first knuckle. She moaned again as I retreated. When we'd rested a few more seconds, she worked her way around so she was stretched out, lying on top of me.
“I am definitely going to teach Allen that,” she said. “Do you know how rare it is to find a boy who'll lick a girl out? They all want blowjobs, but nobody wants to return the favor, according to my girlfriends. Your girlfriends are lucky to have you.”
“If you give Allen a blowjob like that, he might forget all about wanting to fuck you.”
“I don't care. We'll get there eventually.” I felt her shift her hips a couple of time and her pussy hair drag across my softened dick. Having just come twice, though, my cock wasn't responding to the proximity of her pussy. “That was really fun and intense, Nate. And look. It's only seven. We could still make the 8:00 show of Alfie. Want to?”
“Yeah! Why not? I'd love to just have my arm around you for a while as we watch the movie.”
“Remember, I'm not wearing underwear. You don't have to limit yourself to having an arm around me.”
My cock did do a little jerk against her pussy then.
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