Foolish Wisdom
32 Samantha
I WAS PROBABLY even more nervous about Saturday night than Sam was. I shaved three times. She’d just turned sixteen. I thought back to last summer and the day of the ‘treasure-hunt.’ Sam was more daring than any of my girlfriends except Liz. Hers was the first and only pussy that I’d ever kissed. That afternoon, I’d eaten her to an orgasm through her panties and felt her pulse and tasted her juices through the fabric. She’d taken the underwear covered head of my cock in her mouth and nursed it through the cotton until I came. She’d invited me to look closely at her bare, hairless pussy, and whispered, “Eight months,” to me. She wanted me to take a closer look.
“Hi, lover,” I said when Sam came to the door. She looked stunning. Her party dress was short and full and showed off her silky legs. Her bracelet adorned her left ankle in strappy little two-inch heels. She tossed a bag into the backseat of the baby blue Mercedes and turned to kiss me again before sliding into the seat. I looked at the bag.
“Just in case we decide to do something else after the dance,” she said. I was more than a little curious. Lily Cortales always met us when I picked up Sam and Lexi was usually trying to get a kiss or to tease me in some way. Sylvester usually just sat back in his chair and rolled his eyes through the lectures.
“Um… where’s your family?”
“I can’t believe this, but Lexi has a junior high cheerleading competition in Indianapolis this weekend. They left yesterday and I’ve been staying with Liz. I only came home to get ready for the dance.”
“Oh.” I guess that made sense. I wasn’t too dense. I half expected Samantha to want to skip the dance and just go make out, but I was wrong. She not only wanted to go to the dance, she wanted to dance nearly every number. I was getting pretty good at this kind of dance and my time at Christmas with Elaine helped. I never really had to let go of Samantha while we were dancing, even to some of the electronica beats that were played. And when the music slowed, she melted into my arms. I was now officially five-seven and hadn’t changed all school year. Sam was five-five and had intentionally worn heels that would put us at exactly the same height. I know from dancing with Rose and Elaine that having a girl’s face against your chest or shoulder while you dance is really nice. But Samantha’s face and lips and breath were against my neck and ear and occasionally when the coast was clear, against my lips.
Most of the girls were wearing red or pink for Valentine’s Day. I’m sure Sam would look great in that, but her dress was teal and just served to accent her pale white skin and black hair. When she’d taken off her coat, I discovered the dress was strapless and her shoulders were bare all the way down to the legal limit. It had some stiff supports to keep it in place but they did nothing to disguise the softness of her breasts when she danced close to me. All I had to do was drop my lips a little to kiss those beautiful bare shoulders. We danced right up until the last song at one o’clock. I had to laugh at the fact that we’d both gone to the trouble to get an extended curfew for this dance and then our parents all left town. We got in the car and she leaned across the console for a deep and beautiful kiss—a kiss with a lot of intent.
“Brian, I have to ask you something. Every time I’ve thought about it all evening my heart started racing so fast I could hardly breathe. Here, feel it.” She pulled my hand over her left breast and somewhere through the sensations of just touching her there I could also feel her heartbeat. I kissed her again and my hand pushed the stiff corset of her dress aside so I was cupping her bare breast in my hand. “May I spend the night with you?”
“Um… yes.” What else was I going to say? Everyone had gone to so much trouble to make this night possible for us.
“Then I want to ask you something else. Brian, will you eat me tonight? And let me suck you? I want to be the first girl whose pussy you lick to orgasm. I want to taste you without the cotton filter we used eight months ago. I want to feel your tongue on my clit and flood your mouth with my girl-juice. May I please, Brian?”
“Of course, I want that, Sam. I’ve been looking forward to it for eight months. But we don’t have to do it right now just because you are sixteen. We have time, love.”
“Brian! This isn’t a sudden thing. Don’t you remember looking at my little Jill and breathing on me last summer? I’ve been thinking of this moment ever since. And remember that time at the lake?” There could only be one time at the lake she was talking about. She’d told me to feel how silky her leg was and brought my hand right up to her bare pussy. I’d ducked beneath the water to kiss it. It was just days before we signed the agreement that had kept us virtuous for over a year.
“I remember. It was the worst part about writing the agreement—thinking that I’d have to wait two years before I could do that again.”
“If it weren’t for the agreement, Liz would be fucking you within an inch of your life once a month instead of teasing you and kissing you. See? It’s not sudden. You’ve already kissed my Jill once. I’m just inviting you back again. I so want to do this with you, Brian.”
“Did you really think I’d argue with you? Samantha, I love you. Will you come home with me tonight and make love to me to the limit that the agreement allows?”
“Yes!”
We each took time in the bathroom to brush our teeth and… um… wash things. I shaved—again—but when we got to my room we were both still fully dressed except our shoes and my tie. I held her and kissed her and touched her breasts and her butt. She ground herself against my erection.
“I’m yours, Samantha my love. But you’re the only girl I have any experience like this with so you know it isn’t much. You’ll have to tell me and show me what you like.”
“I don’t think you’ll have much trouble,” she said. “But you might start by undressing me and letting me undress you.”
She started unbuttoning my shirt and I searched the back of her dress for a zipper that I couldn’t find. I didn’t think a dress this tight just pulled down.
“It’s under my left arm,” she whispered. Of all the tricky little construction techniques. She pulled my shirt off and started on my belt and pants as I fumbled with the little eyelet and zipper along her side. When the dress fell to the floor, all Sam was wearing was a flimsy pair of matching teal panties. I stepped out of my pants and skinned my socks off then held her to me again. Our kiss was filled with the passion of lovers about to consummate our love. Well, maybe not quite, but my face was going where no man had gone before.
We made it to my bed and pulled the covers down. We had an automatic thermostat in the house that turned the furnace down at night and in the winter my room was the coldest one in the house.
“Are you nervous, love?” I whispered. Sam was shaking.
“No. I’m so excited, love. Please forgive me if I come as soon as you touch me and have to take a break for a few minutes. I just want you so much.”
“I thought that was going to be my line,” I laughed. “Let’s just take it easy and enjoy ourselves. Samantha, you are the first girl I’m ever going to kiss there. The first girl I’m going to taste directly from her lips. I want to remember everything and take our time. If either of us comes—when either of us comes—it won’t be the end. We’ll just keep going for as long as we want to. Okay?” The answer was her hand on my cock and my tongue in her mouth. I leaned down to suck a nipple into my mouth and she pulled away after just a few seconds.
“I want to go first this time,” she whispered. “It will help you concentrate when it’s your turn.” She started kissing her way down my body and as she progressed, she dragged my undershorts down with her. Her breasts slid along my cock and she paused to catch her breath a moment before continuing down. “I see why Rose wants to be first for this,” she said. “And she is soooo built for it.” In a moment, Sam had continued down until she laid her cheek on my cock. “Are you going to come yet, or can I get it in my mouth first?” she asked. I groaned and clenched my butt and every other pelvic muscle to keep the spasms at bay.
“You might not like it, Sam. You don’t have to do this.”
“I’ve tasted it before. Now I want the unfiltered version. Think about what it’s going to be like to put your tongue in my Jill while you come in my mouth, love.” With that, she sank her lips around my cock and took an impossible amount of me into her mouth. I’m not an abnormally huge guy, but the oral cavity simply isn’t that long. She pulled up for a couple breaths while washing my cock with her tongue and then sucked it into her mouth again. I could feel it building and as she tickled the underside of my cock with her tongue, I knew I was past the point of no return. She pulled me into her mouth again as the first jet splattered into her throat. She shortened her strokes, bobbing up and down on the top third of my cock until she’d milked me dry. I could feel her swallowing as I came. And when I was finished, she continued to hold me in her mouth, not moving against the sensitive flesh, but keeping me warm and wet. I felt her shudder a little as my cock began to wilt, but instead of withdrawing, she sucked more of me into her mouth as I became smaller. About the time she could fit me all in her mouth, I stopped shrinking and with a couple bobs of her head I was growing again. She kept her lips tight against my pelvis as I grew inside her mouth until I was pushing against the back of her throat. Finally, she pulled up and slowly off.
“Samantha, my love, please come here and let me hold you.” She crawled back up my body and reached for the water glass on my bedside table. She swallowed a gulp and lay on top of me, offering me her mouth. I kissed her deeply. Yes, I could taste a little of myself on her tongue, but who cared? I was going to taste her soon. We kissed and caressed and I explored her body with my hands. In addition to the depilatory cream, Sam used any number of lotions on her skin to keep it soft. Even moist from her exertions and my sweat, her skin was like silk. I was still kissing her when my hand slid beneath the waistband of her panties and I found her wet and slippery slit.
“Yes,” she moaned as I explored. “Yes. Touch me. I’ve longed for your touch since you held my pussy in your hand before our freshman year. I go to sleep every night thinking of how it felt to have you rub me until I came right there in the lake. Touch me. Make me come again.” It didn’t take long. Once I found her clit, Samantha was off like a rocket and was soon too sensitive to touch anymore. I raised up on one elbow. “I don’t want you to quit!”
“I’m not, sweetheart. How about if I go get fresh water for both of us and you just rest up a minute? Is there anything else you’d like?”
“You know what I’d like, but I think a couple minutes rest would be good. Thank you, love.”
Out of force of habit, I grabbed my underwear out of the bed and put it on before I went downstairs. Really. Who was I expecting would see me if I went naked? Anna? Still… I brought two glasses of ice water up and handed one to her. She took a long drink and pointed to my briefs.
“Take those off,” she commanded. I complied and my half-hard cock pointed down at her. She pulled me to her and sucked my cock into her mouth.
“Cold!” I said, jumping back. She giggled.
“You’re the one who put ice in the water.” We laughed.
“Maybe you should work on warming my tongue up before I… uh… reach anyplace too sensitive.”
“You could wrap it in these,” she said reaching her hand toward me. She dropped her panties into my hand. “Come to bed, lover.”
I did, but I scooted far down in the bed and raised her left foot to my mouth. I kissed her toes and massaged her foot and played with the little bracelet I’d given her. I was thankful to see that I really had gotten something of quality and there were no green marks around her ankle. Then I was kissing her beautiful calf and the inside of her knee. I explored all the way up the outside of her thigh and then returned to her knee and worked my way up the inside. I spent a long time kissing and tonguing the little hollow between her thigh and her labia, pushing against her pussy—her Jill, as she said—with my cheek as she moaned and spread her juices on my face. Then I went to her right foot, pausing to kiss the inside of her thigh, her knee, and her calf on the way down.
“Oh no! You were so close. I want you back.”
“I want you so close,” I said. “Even here, kissing your toes, I can smell your juices on my face where I touched you. Your scent has me hard as a rock. I don’t know where my next load might spray to.”
“I know,” she said, pointing at her mouth. That made my cock twitch and I licked all the way from her ankle up the inside of her thigh and across her labia. She squealed. I took the opportunity to look between her legs. Her labia were wet and swollen. They parted as she opened her legs a little more. I could see her vaginal opening and the membrane that covered most of it. Above that, her clit was a hard red bud protruding from a fold of skin. That skin ran like a ribbon down the inside of her labia to her vagina. The picture in my Facts of Life book had not been so detailed. I blew softly against the moist skin and saw it flutter open and closed and open even further. Then I bent to taste her. I could see clearly where her moisture was flowing out of her and pooling at the bottom edge of her vagina. That was where I placed my tongue and scooped her juices into my mouth. I was under water when I kissed her bare pussy the first time and really couldn’t taste anything. I got the essence of her flavor when we made love in the woods last summer, but mostly it tasted like a wet wash cloth. This time the flavor and the scent were pure and undiluted. Intoxicating. I think the flavor was mostly an aftereffect of the scent. It was strong and womanly. Musky. Not like an armpit, but definitely a body secretion. It smelled almost like my own come.
I licked her labia, between the inner lips, across her vagina, and even down to the skin that stretched between her vagina and her anus. I wondered if her little rosebud flexing at me would be as sensitive as Courtney’s. That would be a question for another time. I licked up her wet slit, savoring every drop that came in touch with my tongue and then I found her clit.
“Oh! Oh, I love you. I love you,” Sam cried. I worked her clit with the tip of my tongue and then back down to her opening. I flattened my tongue against her clit and then licked to either side of it. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing but Sam’s continued moaning and directions of “Yes. More. There,” served to spur me on. I closed my lips on the little bud and sucked and she arched her back with a scream, pounding her pussy into my mouth and then she collapsed. I thought she’d passed out at first, but when I raised my head to look, her hand pushed me right back to my job. Between my saliva and her increased juices, she was much wetter than when I started and I made it my mission to lick up all that I could. As I licked, Samantha pulled her legs back toward her sides to open herself even more to me.
“So wonderful, Brian. So good. Please don’t stop,” she rasped to me.
I didn’t even consider stopping.
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