The Agreement
28 Fantasy
SUNDAY AFTERNOON, I was in my room just tinkering with my microscope. I was staying clear of the downstairs. Hurricane Betts was home for the holiday and wedding planning was in full swing. I heard the phone ring but ignored it. I was under strict orders—from my sister—to stay off the phone for the week while she used it for wedding planning. I wondered if Allen really had any idea what he was getting into.
“Brian, telephone!” Mom called.
“Make it fast,” Betts added. “Doreen is supposed to call.”
“Betts, you are only one of four people living in this house and you don’t pay the phone bill,” Mom admonished. I grabbed the phone from the kitchen where they had the table strewn with wedding invitations and dragged it to the family room.
“Hi Brian, whatcha doing, baby?”
“Trying to avoid the storm,” I said glancing up to see Betts give me the evil eye. “Who’s this?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t even recognize your girlfriend when she calls.”
“Brenda?”
“No, it’s Candace.”
“Really?”
“No, not really. Of course it’s Brenda. Who else would be calling to talk to you about the prom?”
“Well, my date might.”
“Pffftt. I am so jealous. I want to go to the prom.”
“Surely someone has asked you to the prom, Brenda. You’re only like the hottest girl in our class.”
“Oh yeah. Sure. There are three classes above me. Bill asked me but I said no.”
“Why? Bill’s a good guy. Might as well keep it in the family.” There was a sudden cold silence. I thought at first she’d hung up. “Brenda?”
“That was completely uncalled for, Brian. I don’t know what you think I’m keeping, but it certainly isn’t available to any family.”
“Oh, man. I really fucked that up, didn’t I? I’m sorry, Brenda. I thought I was being funny. I guess not. I really wasn’t implying that you do anything with anyone. I just know you like Carl, even if we aren’t supposed to be like couples or anything. Please forgive me.”
“If I don’t, I won’t have anyone to talk to about the prom,” she huffed. “Can you come over?”
“Now? I think so. I’ll have to ask and then bike. Nobody here has time to give me a lift.”
“It’s only three miles. You should be able to bike that in like ten minutes. Bring your swimming suit.”
“Okay. I’ll call you right back if there’s a problem.”
It was no problem and I dug my suit out of my bottom drawer. I hadn’t worn it since last Labor Day. Speaking of which, it was only the middle of April. It was a decent day out, but surely Brenda’s pool wouldn’t be open yet. It was only in the mid-fifties. I wore a jacket on the way over with my suit and towel in my saddlebag. I was not joining any polar bear club!
Brenda met me at the door and told me to move my bike around to the back of the house. When I got back there, she opened the kitchen door and met me in a bikini. Holy shit she’s stacked! I stood there and just stared.
“I take it you like it,” she said. I jerked my head up to look at her face and she was actually blushing.
“Sorry. You took me by surprise. Yes, I like it—what there is of it.”
“Come on and get your suit on,” she grabbed me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. It was like a princess room, including having a lacy canopy over her bed. It was so Brenda. “You can change in my bedroom.” I started to pull my jacket off and lift my T-shirt when I realized Brenda hadn’t left
“Uh… I have to undress in order to get my suit on, Brenda. A little privacy?” She sighed.
“I thought maybe you wouldn’t notice. Okay. I’ll leave, spoil sport.”
Man! What I was sporting wasn’t spoiled. I had a devil of a time stuffing it into my suit. I guessed that if Brenda wanted to go swimming in this weather, at least that would put an end to my erection. I opened the door with my clothes in my hands.
“Just leave those here and bring your towel. I suppose you’ll have to dress again eventually.”
She took my hand and led me back out the kitchen door onto her deck and opened a wooden fenced area. I wondered when they put that in. Inside the fence, though, was the real surprise. Her family had put in a big redwood tub. I held Brenda’s hand as she stepped cautiously into the water and then steadied me as I got down to the bench beside her.
“This is so cool!”
“Hot! It’s hot!” she laughed. “Daddy gave it to me for my fifteenth birthday.”
“No way.”
“Well, he didn’t say it was my birthday present, but the timing was close enough that I accepted it. He said it was a family Christmas present. It was so much fun to sit out here in the winter with snow on the ground and the steam coming off the tub. I've been keeping it all to myself, though. You’re my first guest in the tub.”
“Where are your parents? I didn’t see them.”
“Oh, there’s this big real estate sales conference this weekend in Chicago. They’re on a dinner cruise on Lake Michigan this afternoon and won’t be back until late tonight.”
“Is it okay that I’m here?”
“Of course. They told me I could invite a friend over.”
“You don’t think they meant… uh… Rose or Rhiannon or Samantha?”
“I never thought of that!” she said coyly, pressing a finger to her cheek. “They just said, ‘not Carl.’ Can’t you just imagine having Rose and Rhiannon and Samantha in the hot tub with us? I would kill for Samantha’s skin.”
“The idea of you four in the hot tub with me is doing nothing for my condition.”
“I couldn’t have done that anyway. With five of us, I’m pretty sure it would no longer qualify as having a friend over and would be more like a party. They expressly prohibited a party.”
“I get the feeling that you push the rules to the limits sometimes, don’t you, Brenda?”
“Maybe a little. I never really break them though.”
“Like on the fan bus?
“It felt so good to just lie there and let you and Denise feel my boobs. You could have knocked me over with a feather when she asked if she could touch me, too. I mean, I’m not into girls, exactly, but just having two hands on my breasts and knowing they didn’t belong to the same person was a real charge. And Denise is so sexy.”
“Just be careful with Denise. She’s not like the rest of us.”
“Brian! Are you prejudiced?”
“No. It’s not that. It’s just that the neighborhood where Denise lives is rough. It’s kind of expected that you trade for what you want, often with sex.”
“What would Denise want that would be worth having sex for?”
“Oh, being able to walk home safely from the school bus.”
“No shit! Oh my god. I can’t believe it.”
“It’s true. Her dad’s been able to keep things under control most of the time because he’s some kind of union boss and most everybody there works in a union shop. But he can’t be around all the time and Denise is beautiful. I worry about her every day.”
“Brian will you hold me? That kind of scares me for her.” I held out my arms and Brenda floated into my lap and put her arms around me. I held her and it was almost like she was naked. That bikini didn’t cover much. “Will you kiss me?” Hell yes. It’s funny how you pick up your kissing habits from your partners. Rose and Liz and Whitney and even Samantha kissed the way I did. Renee taught me a ton of kissing tricks in one evening that really expanded what I knew. Brenda and Rhiannon each had their own distinct kissing style and I figured it must be because of all the practice they got with Carl and Doug. It was a little hard to concentrate on the kiss at times because of the way Brenda rubbed her butt against my lap and her big boobs against my chest.
“Brenda, that’s getting a little intense,” I said. I was feeling a tightness in my balls and I was pretty sure you weren’t supposed to come in a hot tub. We sat up on the edge next to each other and I kept my arm around her.
“Even when we’re all alone, you set limits to protect us,” Brenda said. “Carl would have let me keep rubbing him with my butt until he came. I feel so safe with you.”
“That sucks.”
“What? I don’t mind. I’d stop doing it if I did.” I chuckled a little.
“It’s not that. What sucks is that I’m so safe that nobody worries about me. It’s like you said a couple years ago. ‘We all love you, Brian, just not that way.’”
“God! We didn’t mean to emasculate you. We thought…”
“Brenda, it’s okay. In what other universe would a runt geek like me ever get to kiss the head cheerleader like I just kissed you? Or do any of the things we did at the lake or on the bus. I don’t have any idea why I have these brakes that get slammed on. I sometimes think I should be like other guys and just do it.”
“Like you did with Jessica?”
“Brenda…”
“Do you have any idea how many girls creamed their panties that week just because you were faithful to us? It changed everything. Brian, don’t hold onto that ‘not that way’ thing. We all love you that way. You think we don’t get a little jealous of each other?” She kissed me again before I could respond.
“We stopped dishing the details of what we do with our boyfriends, partly because you made it an unwritten rule, but mostly because we didn’t want to build up a competition among us,” she continued. “We sort of stopped doing that after we squeezed Liz for all the details we could get from her. We realized that we’d all end up trying to do everything we could in order to have bragging rights or we’d end up lying about what we did to make each other jealous. We still say things like, ‘Josh gave me a huge orgasm while we kissed,’ but we don’t tell anybody if it was just from kissing or if he had his hand between our legs or if he was playing with our nipples. Whitney was so over the moon after Semi-State because of the kiss you gave her on the way home, it was all she could talk about for a week. But all she’d say was that you kissed her. Then Hannah and Rhiannon and Sarah would nod and say something like ‘it was so sweet,’ and Whitney would blush. Let’s go in. It’s cold out here now that we’re out of the water.”
I helped her cover the tub and we went into the house. We sat in the kitchen for a while and had a soda. I was careful not to drink too fast so I wouldn’t burp. Our suits were dry and Brenda grabbed my hand and took me back to her bedroom. I figured time was up and I’d get dressed and bike home. It was after three.
“Brian? Can we make out for a while? And pet? I’d like it a lot.” Brenda kind of brushed her hands across the front of her boobs when she said ‘pet’ and her nipples stood out like towers on her chest. I thought that maybe if I was really as strong as she said, I’d say no and go home now. But I’m really not that strong. My fingers still tingled from holding Brenda’s tit on the bus a month ago.
“I’d really like that, Brenda. You turn me on like crazy. But you have to say what the limits are. Just looking at you all afternoon in your bikini has short-circuited my brain.”
“Brian, I give you explicit permission to touch me. Any place and any way that is legal in the agreement. Outside or inside my clothes. You can do anything but skin-to-skin genital contact. Is that explicit enough?” I was holding my breath and thought I might pass out. I had a flash of what I did with Liz go through my mind.
“My explicit permission, Brenda. Yes. May I have a glass of water, first?” Getting a glass of water slowed us down long enough to approach each other without me jumping on her. We just sat on the edge of her bed and kissed. Eventually, I started touching her glorious breasts. When I sort of hefted them, I could imagine that they had to put a hell of a strain on her back. I slid my arms around her and started massaging her shoulders down to her butt.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she moaned.
“Do you want to lie down so I can work on your back?”
“No.” Instead, she swung around and straddled me so she could keep kissing while I rubbed her back. “It gets so sore sometimes between cheerleading and lugging these bags around in front. There’s a downside to having big boobs aside from the fact that they attract every knuckle-dragging scumbag in the world. If I didn’t keep them strapped up in a heavy-duty bra, they’d start sagging until they were around my knees. Next time you think about big boobs on a woman, think of that image. The other thing is they really do weigh a lot. Imagine what it would be like to walk around with an extra three pounds strapped to your chest.”
“I can only imagine. How do you know your breasts weigh three pounds?”
“Hmmph. And you’re supposed to be the scientist. Archimedes, silly.”
“Huh?”
“Water displacement. We were taught all about it in Phys Ed. Didn’t you learn to measure bodyfat?”
“I think all we learned was how to play basketball,” I said. I was rubbing right over her bikini top.
“Just because I can’t wander around downtown without a bra, doesn’t mean you can’t take it off while we’re making out.” I pulled the strings and the top came free. She pulled it out from between us and pressed her soft bosom into my chest. We were just lazily caressing and kissing each other and of course I bent to suck a nipple into my mouth. Brenda stiffened and ground her crotch against my boner. She whimpered and I had a feeling she had a small orgasm.
“Why do you want to do this, Brenda?”
“Are you kidding?”
“That didn’t come out right. I know we all want to do this. I meant, why with me? Isn’t this something you’d want to do with… um… Carl? I know you are still a couple even when you aren’t a couple.”
“That almost makes sense. We almost did it last summer.” That surprised me. Neither of them ever mentioned it, but I guess Carl learned his lesson back in sixth grade about talking. “We were both right here in this room and my parents were gone and we were completely naked and about to crawl in bed and I busted out crying. It was all so… impossible. Why did God give a fourteen-year-old girl eighteen-year-old tits? I wasn’t any more ready for them than I was for anything else, and certainly not for fucking. I know Carl and I have had some pretty loud break-ups, but this one topped them all. He reached out for me—I’m sure just to comfort me—and I screamed at him. I ran around the bed to get away from him and yelled for him to get dressed and go away and that I never wanted to see him again. It was pretty brutal.”
“And that’s why you wanted the dating group.”
“And it’s why I can’t do this with Carl. I let him touch me while we’re making out and we rub ourselves together until we come, but I never take my clothes off with him and he doesn’t touch my pussy.” I’d forgotten about rubbing her back now and my hands were plying her soft ass. “You can touch it,” she whispered. I pushed my hand between us, which gave my cock some relief and slowed my rise. I’d touched her through her bathing suit on Labor Day and never thought I’d have another opportunity. If anything, this suit was thinner than the one she wore then. I could actually feel the bump of her clit through the fabric and when I found it, Brenda started to vibrate on my hand. I used the other hand to squeeze a nipple while I dipped my lips to the other one. Brenda started to whine and it rose rapidly to a scream as she convulsed against me. She collapsed against me trapping my hand between her legs. I held her close with the other hand. “If it weren’t for our agreement and the fact that I know you’ll keep it, I’d fuck you right now, even though I’m still not ready.”
“You don’t know what it takes to resist you, Brenda. There is a whole long list of things I’d like to do with you.”
“Do any of them include plunging your cock in and out of my pussy? Or me sucking you until you come in my mouth? Or have me serving you all your meals naked? Or burying your face between my legs and licking me to orgasm? Oh, Brian, I bet I’ve got a longer list than you do. Except one thing. I’ll still give my cherry to Carl. We’ve been through so much together that if we are still with each other at senior prom, he’ll have his cock pulsing in my pussy before dawn. Not that there’s any cherry to actually pop.” Brenda hopped up off my lap and my fingers twitched a couple more times. “You don’t keep that little piece of membrane intact when you do this several times a week.” She grabbed her right foot with her right hand and stretched it over her head in vertical splits.
I stared at her. In front of me was the hottest girl in our class with nothing but her tiny bikini bottoms on and those were stretched so tight across her pussy and were so wet that I could make out every detail under them. While I looked and salivated, Brenda reached for the strings on her bottoms and pulled the knots. The tiny slip of fabric fell to the floor and I realized there was a lot more detail to be seen than I thought. Brenda was shaved bare—or maybe she used the stuff Samantha did—her lips were open so wide I could see right up her vagina.
“Brenda?”
“Only one layer of clothes is required between us, Brian. Why should it be mine?” I couldn’t answer. My cock was throbbing. “Am I pretty?”
“Brenda.” I was panting.
“As long as you don’t touch it with your skin, it’s okay, isn’t it?” I nodded. “Come here, lover. Look close and then hold me.” I stood and as I came closer I could smell her arousal more distinctly. “Help me hold my leg up? In fact, it’s not my genitals. You can stroke it all the way from my foot to my crotch as long as you don’t touch me there. Right?”
“Brenda.” I was in awe. Not especially a brilliant conversationalist. I held her to my bare chest with only my trunks between us. It was a good thing, too, because as I stroked her toned leg and pulled her to me, my cock nudged right at her pussy lips. She hunched forward. In this position, I’d swear that my cock went almost into her, swimming trunks and all. We ground together, the tip of my cock right at her opening and her clit rubbing against it. She had her head thrown back, balanced on one foot, depending on me to keep her from falling. But I wasn’t sure who was going to keep me from falling. Brenda cried out another orgasm and it was too much for me. “Brenda, I’m going to come.” She reached between us and grasped my cock through the trunks, dislodging me from being tight against her pussy.
“I want to feel it. Let me feel your come shooting out of your cock, Brian.” She jacked me through my trunks and in three seconds I was jetting. I could feel it as it hit my stomach and looked down in a panic. She was grasping my cock through the fabric, but my trunks had been pulled down just far enough by her stroking that my cockhead was above the waistband. My semen splattered on both of our chests and Brenda gasped. “Wow!” She jumped back and the last jet arced out of my cock onto her hand. She didn’t let go until I’d quit pulsing. She watched my cock like she was hypnotized and dragged the waistband down further so she could see more. She leaned forward. “I want to lick it and suck it,” she whispered.
This time I jumped back and tore myself out of her hand. I pulled my trunks up over the offending limb.
“No, Brenda. That’s not part of the agreement. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to escape from my pants. I’m really sorry.”
“I’ve felt a cock pulsing before, but I’d never seen one. It’s so…” she looked down at her hand and the splatters of come on her breasts. She scooped some onto her finger and held it to her nose. “It smells… well, no worse than I smell. It’s…” she tentatively licked a little off her finger. “. . . not as gross as I thought it would be.” She looked up at my face and must have seen how flushed I was. I was still looking at a beautiful naked girl who had held my cock while I came and just tasted my semen. There was a glistening streak of moisture running down the inside of her leg.
“We’d better get cleaned up and dressed,” I said. Instead she rushed me and clasped me in a hug, smashing my come against both of our bodies.
“It would be so easy,” she said. “So easy to lose control. I did lose control. Maybe you did, too, but you got it back. Oh God, Brian!” She lifted her face to mine and kissed me furiously while rubbing up and down against me. “So easy.” She pushed away and ran for the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and looked for some tissue. She had one of those little decorator boxes. I grabbed several and wiped myself up then grabbed my underwear and jeans. I was pulling my T-shirt on when Brenda came back to the bedroom. She was wearing a terrycloth robe and it was cinched tight. That did nothing to conceal the evidence of her bounteous breasts. Her face and hair were still wet.
“Brenda,” I was afraid that she’d have the same screaming fit at me that she’d described with Carl. “I’m so sorry.”
“No, Brian. I’m the one who’s sorry. I’m sorry we won’t be able to do that again. Like every week. Every day. If we ever did it again, I wouldn’t stop. I’d want to just keep going and make love. I don’t know what I’ll do if we lift the touching ban. I know I’d have had my mouth on your cock and have tried to get it all in. It’s so… Do you have to rush home right away?” I glanced at the clock. It was only four-thirty.
“No. I guess I could stay a while. I think we’d better stay dressed, though.”
“Mostly. Grab your stuff and let’s go to the family room instead of my bedroom.”
I figured out pretty quickly that Brenda just didn’t want to have such intense orgasms and then have me leave right away. She wanted to cuddle on the sofa with me and talk about inane things. She talked about getting through the end of the year at school and what she was going to do in the summer. She wanted to know what kind of flower I was getting Sarah for prom and was disappointed that Sarah hadn't bought her dress yet. My plans were still up in the air. Probably 4-H foods again, but I was getting to be too old to ride in the kids races at the fair. I supposed that I could show Rika, but that was a lot of work. I really needed to get a job. Brenda was going to a summer camp for cheerleaders. She was really worried that she wouldn’t make the varsity next year. There were three sophomores on the JV cheerleader team plus her and Rose. Three seniors were leaving the varsity squad. Neither she nor Rose might make varsity for at least another year.
During the time we cuddled, she pulled my hand back inside her robe where I held her bare breast for another half hour. I didn’t try to stimulate it, but just held it like I could help support her boobs. That seemed to be all she wanted—to know our intimacy wasn’t limited to being in bed. When I finally left, we had a long sweet kiss at her kitchen door and I pedaled home. We’d spent about four and a half hours together and aside from the hour or so that we were making out and practically screwing each other, it was just two really good friends holding each other and talking. A guy could really fall for Brenda.
“Remember,” she said as I was gathering my bike up. “Carl will get my cherry if we’re still together. But I hope you’re not too far away to be my second.”
“Like Carl would be happy with that!” I laughed.
“I’m going to write it into our agreement,” Brenda said.
Damn. She probably would!
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