Deadly Chemistry
2 Whatever Is Necessary
WE ALL WENT to Brenda’s house Sunday afternoon. It was hot and she had a pool. The pool had kids in it. Lots of them. After a quick dip to cool off, we all went back to Brenda’s back yard where eight girls spread out towels to lie in the sun. Brenda had a whispered conference with Cassie and she shrugged. Cassie and Whitney were the only girls in one-piece swimsuits. Cassie’s was just a regular swimsuit like the girls all wore for lessons at the school pool. Whitney’s was a lot more daring and the back plunged below her waist. In fact, the legs were cut so high that there was just a little strip of fabric between the cutout and her back. She looked really good. Brenda, Jennifer, Courtney, Samantha, Liz, and Rose all wore bikinis.
“Okay, everybody,” Brenda said. “Nobody can see into our back yard, so anyone who wants to lie out topless can.” With that, she pulled her top off and let those glorious big boobs go free. In about two seconds, only Cassie and Whitney had their tops on and I was one guy facing twelve beautiful breasts. Brenda tossed me a bottle of sunscreen. “Brian, please rub lotion on my body so I don’t burn.” She stretched out on her towel on her stomach which only served to push her boobs out to the side. The only part of her back that was covered was the lower part of her crack and pussy. Fuck!
There was a quick chorus of “Me, too” as all eight girls lay on their stomachs waiting for me to get to them. I let my cock lead the way as I knelt beside Brenda and massaged sunscreen into her back, arms, exposed sides of her boobs, her butt cheeks, and legs.
“You can’t spend too much time on anyone this first round,” Brenda whispered. “We really don’t want to get burned. We’ll turn over one at a time for the other side, though.” Other side. Shit! I turned to start on Liz. I was glad I was getting to her right away. Her fair, freckled skin could burn in an instant.
“Mmm. Later, lover?” Liz whispered. “Please?” I gently stroked her skin and was sure to knead her buttocks a bit, then I moved to Whitney. She’d pulled her straps off her shoulders and had them safely tucked under her arms but the net result was an uninterrupted exposure of her back and legs. Not much more was covered from this angle than with the topless two-piece girls.
“Yeah,” Whitney sighed. “Fireworks.” I moved on to Samantha. She’d been quick to shed her top, actually shaking her boobs at me with a grin before she rolled over on her towel. I’d held this naked beauty in my arms all night last night. I loved her. She reached behind her and gathered her bottoms into a bunch so they sank down in her crack. I took a liberal dollop of sunscreen and started with her butt, but I was sure not to spend too much time as I moved on to her legs and back and arms. Jennifer was squirming next to Samantha, reaching out to help me put sunscreen on her. I straddled Jen and made sure her back, butt, and legs were well covered with the lotion. She turned her head enough that I could lean over and kiss her.
I was surprised to find Cassie with her shoulder straps pulled off and under her arms as well. Of course, her suit was far more conservative than Whitney’s, so it only exposed her shoulders. I wasn’t sure about continuing down to her butt but she whispered, “Any exposed skin, Brian. I love you, too.” It wasn’t like I had a lot of butt to touch but I’d always been careful about Cassie. I touched her carefully and lovingly but tried not to be too sexual about it. When I coated the inside of her thighs, I heard her moan. She loved me, too?
Courtney’s bottoms were pushed down so they were just a single thread of fabric stretched tightly across the crease below her little bubble butt and down between her legs. I could smell her arousal as soon as I bent forward to put her lotion on. She wiggled beneath my hands and spread her legs slightly exposing the sensitive little pucker of her anus. “Be sure to put some on everything you see,” she whispered. I held the bottle up and let a stream dribble down her spine and right down her crack. She whimpered as I smoothed the cream over her skin and ran a finger down to tease her little red eye before I finished with her legs.
Rose was the last one in line. Dear, sweet Rose. Elaine was in summer stock and was staying in cast housing in Warsaw. She was already in her first show and had to leave our year-end party early. Hannah and Sarah were five hundred miles south of us at their new home. For some reason a tear hit her back before the lotion did. I didn’t rub the lotion in like I’d done with everyone else. I just caressed her skin with my moist hand as tears splashed against her. I smoothed the lotion over the soles of her feet and she rolled over. Rose lay beneath me looking up into my eyes. I could see she was crying, too. She took the bottle from my hands and poured a huge amount into her own hand. This she smeared on my chest and stomach in great globs.
“Rub it into both of us, love,” she whispered. She held out her arms to me and I descended to rub the lotion into her luxurious breasts and stomach with my body. While we embraced, she coated my back with more lotion and held me tightly against her. “I love you so much, Brian,” she breathed against my ear. “Would it hurt as much if it was me who moved away? Can I ever hope to mean that much to you?”
I lost it. I flattened myself out against Rose, squashing her breasts against my chest as I wrapped my arms around her and we lay on her towel together.
“Please don’t, Rose. Please don’t ever leave me. I love you. Do you all hear me?” I asked more loudly. “I love you all so much that losing any of you is too much to bear. You know I love Hannah. I’ve loved her since the lunchtime that she walked up to our table and introduced herself. I feel like a part of me has been torn out of my body. But I know you all love her, too. And I know you love me. And I love you so much. I’m so sorry that I’m not better for you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
For an answer, I got eight girls’ hands spreading lotion on me, holding me, rubbing against me. No one said anything, but they all had tears glistening in their eyes as they squirted more lotion into my hands and guided them to their breasts and stomachs and legs. Once Whitney sat up, her swimsuit simply fell away from her and she pulled my hands to her little tits, working them around until I’d coated her.
I looked up and saw Cassie hovering over me. She, too, put a little lotion in my hands and as I watched, pulled her suit down below her breasts. So pretty. So incredibly pretty.
“Any exposed skin,” she whispered, guiding my hands to her chest.
“Anybody need a ride home?” I asked. “We’ve got two cars going back to my place, I guess, so we’ve got more room.”
“Uh, Brian?” Rose said as she looked up at me. We were all just lounging around in Brenda’s basement with soft drinks. It was nearly midnight. We all had T-shirts on, but still had our swimsuits on under them. “We’re having a sleep-over.”
“Oh.” Clever. No wonder no one else was getting ready to leave. “Okay. Well… um… can I have a hug and a kiss before I go?”
“Why are you going?” Brenda asked. “Don’t you like us anymore?”
“I… uh… have midnight curfew. I have to get home.”
“But you’re staying here tonight,” Liz said.
“I am? I didn’t tell my folks anything.”
“If they were conscious after my mother had her way with them, she told them.” Jennifer giggled and there was an immediate confab.
“Really?” “Are they…?” “I thought so.”
“You mean we’re all sleeping here tonight?” Yeah. I was quick on the uptake. “I didn’t bring pajamas.”
“It’s too hot for pajamas,” Samantha said. “I plan to sleep naked.”
“But…” I glanced at Cassie. She blushed. I could still almost feel her tender breasts in the palms of my hands.
“It’s not required to go naked,” she said, answering my unasked question. “But I’m not going to tell on anyone. Anyone. I could never have spent the night at your house for a sleepover.”
“Oh.”
“Come and relax, Brian,” Brenda said. “You’ll know who you can and can’t touch and how. Cassie actually put it well. Any exposed skin. If a girl… or the boy… doesn’t want something touched, she won’t uncover it. Okay? Now let’s get ready for bed. If anyone didn’t bring a toothbrush, we’ve got a bunch of new ones in the bathroom. Help yourself. Anyone who wants to shower, please wait until those who just want to brush their teeth get done and then keep it short.”
I hadn’t brought anything with me but dry clothes that I figured I’d put on after we swam, but we never really changed clothes. When we went inside after we’d all soaked topless in the hot tub, we all pulled T-shirts on because it was chilly in the air-conditioned basement. I was handed a toothbrush and brushed my teeth beside Rose. I didn’t bother to shower since we’d been in the pool and then the hot tub, but some of the girls were concerned about chlorine on their skin and hair. I wandered into the family room where Brenda and Rose were spreading out the last of a thick layer of blankets. I helped smooth them out. Brenda looked at Rose and raised an eyebrow. Rose nodded. They looked at me. Their stare was so intent that I almost missed the fact that they were gathering the hems of their T-shirts up until they pulled them above their breasts and over their heads. Holy shit! The two most spectacular racks at St. Joe Valley. They didn’t stop there, though. As soon as they were certain they had my attention, they peeled their panties down their legs so they were completely naked in front of me. Then they reached down as if it were choreographed and each grabbed her foot and stretched it above her head in a standing splits. Except they were both really splitting. You’ve gotta love cheerleaders. They dropped their feet and both came to hug me. I was still in my T-shirt and trunks.
“Any exposed skin, Brian,” Rose whispered.
“Any exposed skin,” Brenda repeated.
I glanced behind me. Samantha and Liz were naked and approaching me for a hug. Whitney had a basketball jersey on. And apparently nothing else. My fantasy! Cassie still had a big T-shirt on and I was surprised to see both Jennifer and Courtney also wearing T-shirts. They winked at me and turned to talk to Cassie. Sam and Liz were hugging and kissing me from the front and Whitney from the back.
It was an interesting night. We did a lot of moving around and hugging and kissing on the blankets. After the very sexy display Rose and Brenda made, I made my way over to Cassie, Jennifer, and Courtney.
“Are you okay, Cass? This seems a little outside your comfort zone to me.”
“You are so sweet, Brian. That’s why I love you.” She paused and looked at me intently. “Wow. Really, Brian. With the whole news about Hannah and seeing how much you miss her and everyone misses her—me, too—it just makes me feel so much worse for the way I treated you when we were younger. I’m not going to do that again, Brian. I know I might never be your favorite and that we might never even be… uh… intimate with each other, but I’ll never hurt you like that again. I promise.”
“Cassie, honey, we were both too young back then to be doing what we… or I… tried to do. I’m sorry for the way I treated you.”
“Okay, that’s settled. Now you can kiss me. And just remember, you can touch any exposed skin.” I looked down at her. She was wearing a baggy T-shirt that came almost to her knees.
“I can’t reach your toes while we’re kissing anyway,” I laughed. I kissed her and she pressed against me, opening to a deeper and more intense kiss. She looked into my eyes again.
“Of course, if I were to pull my T-shirt up a little higher, you could probably reach my legs, right?” she asked. I could feel her pulling her shirt up in back with her right hand. She pulled my hand around her with her left and I could, indeed, reach her bare leg while we kissed again. She kept dragging my hand up as we kissed and the hem of her T-shirt kept getting higher until she was holding my hand in place on her bare butt and moaning into my mouth. She suddenly pulled my hand away and her shirt dropped once again. “All covered. Can’t touch me there, I guess.” She wrapped both arms around me tightly and squeezed until I thought all the breath was gone from my lungs. “It’s not because I don’t want to,” she whispered. I held her and rocked her and then she pushed me away into the arms of Jennifer and Courtney.
“You two are acting all reserved tonight,” I whispered to them as we kissed.
“We have you for the rest of the summer,” Jen whispered back. “You have other girlfriends who need attention tonight. And this way Cassie isn’t the only one covered.”
“I’m covered,” I laughed.
“Yeah. For a minute or so,” Court laughed. She pushed me toward Whitney.
“Hi again,” Whitney said. “How do you like my new nightie?”
“You are my fantasy, Whit,” I said. “I’ve already caught a glimpse of your little bits through the armholes.” The lights went out as people were settling in for the night.
“I don’t have the restriction of any exposed skin, Brian,” she whispered. It was an open invitation to let my hand slide inside her jersey through the armhole as we kissed. “Tomorrow’s my day. Better go to your next girlfriend before you light this firecracker.”
Whitney lay down beside Jennifer and cuddled up for the night as Samantha wrapped her arms around me.
“Can you lose this?” Sam asked as she tugged at my shirt. For Samantha? Anything. I pulled my T-shirt off and Samantha crushed her boobs against my chest. “Thank you for holding me and loving me last night,” she whispered to me. “I know it was difficult and that you are hurting as much as I am. Thank you for showing me you love me, too.”
“Oh, Sam. You know I do love you. And I know how close you are to Hannah. I felt like we shared that loss last night. Thank you for loving me like you do.”
“Now I’m going to cuddle up with Whitney because you’ve got a girlfriend or two that is so excited she’s dripping all over the blankets.” Sam kissed me again and then pushed me toward Liz, Rose, and Brenda before she lay down beside Whitney.
“I love you and all that jazz,” Liz said as she dragged me down on the blanket between her and Rose. Rose stroked my chest and cuddled up behind me. “Please touch me, Brian. Please show me how much you care for me and give me something to hold me for the rest of the summer. I need you.” We kissed and it heated up very fast from there. Liz dragged my hand straight to her hot, wet center and guided my fingers to her clit. She was wet and ready, ramping up faster than even I could.
Rose was reaching around me, her boobs pressed into my back and her hand rubbing first my nipples and then Liz’s. Liz whined into my mouth, trying to be quiet in the room full of our girlfriends, but pretty much screaming when her orgasm hit. She held my hand against her pussy as she panted, still shuddering as she came down from her high. “Thank you, lover. Thank you. When we are both seventeen, I want you to make love to me, Brian. I want you to push your cock into to me and make me feel like I’ve had all my fantasies fulfilled. And after we’ve made love, I want you to fuck me. Drive into me and conquer me with your cock, spraying into me while I come again and again.” She clamped her mouth over mine as I twitched my fingers against her clit and she came again. “Yesss,” she hissed. In a few minutes, we both came down and started breathing more easily. I felt Rose’s hand moving at my waistband where my hard cock was peeking out.
“Lose these?” Rose whispered in my ear. I lifted my hips as Rose and Liz dragged my trunks down exposing my erection. Rose tugged at me and Liz pushed, and in a few seconds, my cock was buried between Rose’s beautiful breasts. I loved the feeling, but with Rose having my cock held between her breasts and Liz pushing me away, there was nothing for my hands or mouth to fasten onto. The feelings I got through my cock and reaching for Rose’s tits was over the top incredible. I just yearned for something to fasten my mouth to.
Into the breech stepped Brenda. Her huge round areolae and fat nipple touched my lips. My tongue flicked out to touch it and I heard her gasp.
“Please, Brian? I know I’m not one of your… uh… special girlfriends, but will you suck me and touch me and pretend that I’m yours for a little while?” I looked up into her blue eyes and pulled her face down to me. The kiss I gave to her—and that she returned—doubled the sensations coming from my cock wrapped in Rose’s breasts.
“You’ve always been a special girlfriend, Brenda,” I whispered. I kissed her again and held her breasts in my hands, kissing my way back down to those luscious nipples. Brenda moaned softly and I knew she was trying to keep it down so we didn’t offend anyone. I looked down her side toward the flare of her hips and saw Rose staring back up at me grinning as she worked my cock between her breasts. I touched her softly and glanced toward Brenda’s moving hips. Rose nodded and I pulled Brenda up further until I could cradle both her cheeks in my hands and lift her center toward my mouth.
“Brian! Really?” she whispered. I looked up at her and nodded. She helped me guide her clean-shaven pussy to my waiting mouth and tongue. So many things happened all at once that I was overwhelmed with the sensations. When my tongue touched Brenda’s slit, she began to moan. There was a quick shuffling and I looked up into another pussy so smooth that it could only belong to Samantha. Above, four breasts were pressed against each other and Brenda’s whine was muffled by Sam’s mouth. At the same time, Rose shifted and the head of my cock disappeared into her mouth. My moan was muffled by Brenda’s pussy and I kept my mouth glued to her as I sucked on her clit and flicked it with my tongue.
As they kissed and our passion mounted, droplets of Sam’s lubrication dripped from her open pussy above me onto my forehead. Most exquisite Chinese water torture. I pulled Sam’s hips until her pussy was smashed against Brenda’s and licked a streak across both and then back again. I could probe Brenda with my tongue and press my nose against Samantha’s clit. I licked back and forth between the two of them as they flooded my mouth and my face. The inexorable build-up to my own climax threatened to overwhelm me and I couldn’t warn Rose that I was about to spurt. I was pretty certain that in my moment of orgasm I would either suffocate or drown in the pussies on my face.
I pulsed hard in Rose’s mouth and reflexively squeezed Brenda’s clit between my lips. She gushed, sending shudders all through my hands and into Samantha as well. I lifted my chin slightly and caught Samantha’s clit in the same way. Another flood began running down my cheeks and into my ears. The two girls fell to the side and I gasped for breath even as my cock was still pulsing in Rose’s mouth. She slid up my now unencumbered body and kissed me with her spermy tongue as her pussy ground against my unrepentant cock. In only a minute, Rose screamed her orgasm into my mouth.
Mom and Dad finished packing the station wagon on Monday the Fourth of July and after the most demonstrative loving between them and Anna that they’d ever let us kids see, they pulled out of the drive to head for Seattle. They were going to visit Betts and planned to be gone the entire month. Anna stood at the door silently crying. I reached out to hold her and she leaned against me.
“I really love them both, Brian. Thank you for sharing your parents with me.”
“You’ve been really good for them, Anna. I know they love you, too. They seem so much younger and happier than ever. I’m sure it isn’t all because Betts moved away.” That got a snort of laughter and Anna pushed away from me, drying her tears.
“Well, I suppose we can pack up and head to Kokomo now,” she said. I panicked.
“Um… Anna, I can’t go until tomorrow. Isn’t that when we said we’d go?”
“Oh. Yes, but I thought since there was nothing else that we needed to do here… I mean Samantha, Lexi, and Judy will be here this afternoon. I suppose we can wait until you give them the last instructions.”
“But I have a date tonight,” I said. “Really. I promised a long time ago. I can’t leave until tomorrow.”
“Even after your little sleep-over last night? You still have one more? Who wasn’t there?”
“I have a standing date with Whitney for the Fourth of July fireworks. Then I can come to Kokomo and Whitney goes back to basketball camp.”
“It’s just… Well, I might come upstairs and join your harem tonight. It’s just going to be too lonely to sleep in Hayden and Marilyn’s bed without them.”
“Anna, you are more than welcome. We are certainly not going to be messing around with the two younger girls up there. And everyone will be in proper sleep attire.”
“Unlike last night?” Anna grinned, mischievously.
“What about last night?”
“Oh, I have my sources. Okay, but you have to let an old lady go to sleep.”
“If I find one, I’ll be sure to let her rest.”
It was my turn to pick Whitney up for the fireworks this evening and Samantha came to toss me the keys to the truck.
“It’s ready,” she said. “Have fun.” I gave her a quick kiss, followed by one for Jennifer and one for Courtney, and then little pecks on the cheek for Lexi and Judy, who both sighed. I shook my head and said I’d be back later and there’d better be room in my bed for two.
Whitney was wearing a jersey and I could see through the armholes that this time she had a sports bra on under it and spandex workout shorts. She tossed her bag in the truck and had the center seatbelt fastened before I managed to get in on the driver’s side.
“So, where’s this great new place you found to watch the fireworks from?” she asked as I pulled away from her curb.
“You’ll see. I think you’ll like it. First, let’s get burgers and shakes at the Big Boy drive-in and go have a picnic.” That’s what we did and thirty minutes later I pulled into a factory parking lot on the bluffs overlooking the south side of the river. We were pretty much opposite where we were last year. There were already a dozen other cars and trucks parked in the lot, but there were still a few slots close to the edge. I backed into one of them and was thankful it didn’t take any longer to get our burgers than it did. It was a pretty steady stream of cars that followed us and the parking lot started to fill up.
“Um… I was thinking we might find someplace with a little more privacy,” she said. “Is there someplace we can go?”
“Didn’t you notice I have the hay rails on the truck?” I asked. We had three-foot wooden sides we could fit into the docking holes on the truck. That way we could stack hay bales three or four high in the truck and not have to haul the tractor and wagon around. We didn’t grow our own hay, so we had to transport it from the farms where we bought it to the hayloft in the barn. We could get two dozen bales in the truck this way and an extra trip or two to get the winter hayloft filled was still easier and faster than hooking up the wagon and tractor.
When we got around to the tailgate, Whitney saw that there was a thick layer of straw in the bed and a stack of blankets. We spread all the heavier blankets on the straw and saved a light one in case we wanted to cover ourselves later. Whitney grabbed the sack of burgers and fries while I carried the two shakes to the back and we sat to have our picnic. We talked a lot while we ate dinner and Whitney wanted to know how I was doing.
“I take it that you aren’t referring to the bruises where you hit me while we were sparring this morning,” I chuckled. The other girls had watched in horrified fascination as Whitney and I beat on each other early this morning in Brenda’s back yard. Then they’d all been happy to help smear the arnica cream on us after our showers. Even Cassie had tentatively rubbed a darkening bruise on my hip.
“You know I want you to talk to me about Hannah. It’s more than just the shock of her leaving. Something happened. The week after we all found out was different. You were different with each other. Brian, did you two make love?” There was genuine concern in her eyes. They sparkled as she looked at me.
“You know I won’t talk about what we did,” I said. She scowled at me. “Okay. Let me put it this way then, we were intimate, but we didn’t do anything against the rules of the agreement for sixteen-year-olds.”
“But she doesn’t turn sixteen until tomorrow,” Whitney nodded. “That explains it. And I understand. That doesn’t upset me. We were all so afraid that you’d done something that made you feel guilty around us. You don’t have to feel guilty about jumping the gun by a couple weeks. But is she okay with it? She never wanted to be that… intimate before.”
“I think she’s okay with it. We backed off right away afterward, so it was just the one time. And we both enjoyed it. It wasn’t one-sided.”
“Then I feel okay about doing this,” Whitney grinned. She pulled her arms inside the jersey and then through the sports bra. In a second or less, her hands were back outside the jersey and she tossed the bra to me. “That was only so Mom wouldn’t throw a fit when I left the house,” she said. Then she shimmied out of the spandex shorts. “These were just so I could take them off later.” She tossed the shorts to me as well. “Brian, I’ve said this before and I want you to hear it again. I’m yours. I know you love me and I know you respect me. That’s why I’m willing to give you free access to my body. My body belongs to you. I’m only keeping the shirt on for fun and in case someone comes around the end of the truck. You may touch me any way you want to. And I am sixteen now.”
I kind of figured that Whitney and I would be making out in the back of the truck while we watched the fireworks but having her repeat what she told me when I first put arnica on her was a level above what I was expecting. I lay down beside Whitney on the blankets. We could hear people partying in various vehicles all around us, but our truck bed walls provided us a measure of privacy. It was close to ninety-five degrees out, so we weren’t going to cover up with the blanket unless we had to. I felt incredibly tender toward Whitney. Aside from my summer with Jennifer and Courtney, I spent more time with Whitney than with anyone else but Hannah. We worked out together every morning before school. On Saturdays we sparred. We beat each other up and then soothed and comforted each other. The majority of my lunches had been spent with her by my side since fifth grade. And she had claimed, stolen, or traded for nearly all my fairy loops. She’d even clipped the one off my prison break shirt last fall. She was a rock. I guess in many ways she was my rock.
We didn’t rush. We talked quietly and I ended up telling her how painful it was to have Hannah gone. I told her I was afraid I’d lose her completely with us so far away and how that reminded me of losing Heaven.
“But even this past week you got an envelope from Heaven,” Whitney said. “You haven’t really lost her.”
“I can’t even reply to her. She’s never sent me an address that I can write to her. She signs photos, but she never puts my name on a letter, nor does she sign them. It’s so one-directional.”
“She’s probably afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Perhaps that her letters might fall into the wrong hands and it would provide fodder for some tabloid. There’s already been a rumor published that she’s intimate with her manager. She’s protecting herself—and you. Maybe she’s afraid that you’ll say something to her that will make her choose between her career and you. Or that you’ll just show up on her doorstep. But one thing is obvious, Brian. She still cares for you at least enough to want to be in your life through her letters.”
“To be in my life, but not to have me in hers.”
“And you think Hannah would be like that?”
“I worry about her in a very different way. She’s so vulnerable. She’s just awakening to her womanhood and I won’t be there to share it with her.”
“I’m not a replacement for Hannah or for Heaven, Brian. I’m a big gawky girl who gets bruised a lot. But my womanhood is awakening, too. Please share it with me.”
We kissed and caressed. I loved slipping my hand through the armhole of her jersey and playing with her nipples which even now were still just bumps on a slightly softer part of her chest. As our lovemaking became more passionate, I ran my hand up her right leg and under the hem of the jersey. It was just long enough to cover her pussy. I found she was mostly bare. That was a surprise. When I’d seen Whitney undressed before, she had a very full dark bush.
“What happened to your hair?” I asked.
“Didn’t you notice the swimsuit I was wearing yesterday?” she asked. “I had to shave off all the hair that could stick out. That was just about everything.”
“Can I look?” She clutched me to her and I could feel her breathing speed up. She kissed me almost frantically.
“My body belongs to you. Please look at me,” she whispered. I kissed her again and slowly lifted the hem of her shirt just in case she changed her mind and wanted me to push it down again. She didn’t stop me. She was shaved bare except for a strip of short hair about an inch wide and two inches long just above her slit.
“You’ve got a racing stripe,” I whispered.
“It’s called a landing strip,” she giggled. “According to my mom. I think it’s because that’s where I want you to land.” I played with the short hairs and then progressed further to find the smooth skin surrounding her pussy and the wet slit it revealed. It was getting dark and I finally found her tiny nub. Whitney arched her back and her legs spread apart even further. I quickly clamped my mouth over hers as she screamed and the first cascade of fireworks lit the sky.
I woke at four-thirty with Whitney cradled in my arms in my bed. We’d slipped in just before midnight and I pulled on my pajama bottoms. She’d decided that her jersey was all the sleepwear she needed. There was someone just touching my back as well. That was odd because no one else had been in my bed when we got home. Jennifer, Courtney, Samantha, Lexi, and Judy were all sacked out on the floor. I turned slightly so I could get out of bed and saw Anna lying next to me. She stirred and smiled at me.
“I was lonely downstairs,” she whispered. Then she closed her eyes again as I slipped out of bed and grabbed my running clothes. It got down into the sixties overnight and if I got out right away, I could run without passing out. I dressed downstairs and was ready to head out, already carrying on a conversation with Hannah in my head. I stopped short when I saw the phone. It took me two seconds to decide that I didn’t care if I woke up her whole household. I dialed the phone.
“Brian?” she answered on before the first ring had finished.
“Happy birthday to you,” I sang softly.
“I knew you’d call. I love you.”
“I wish I could call every day, my darling. Are we still on for Thursday mornings?”
“Any morning. I’ll be waiting by the phone.”
“Are you okay, love?”
“No. I miss you. I miss you all.”
“I miss you, too. We all do. It’s so strange not to have you with me in the morning. I still talk to you every morning when I get up to run.”
“You run now?”
“I kind of started the day you drove away. Now I can’t start my day without running as hard as I can for a few miles. It’s the only way I can fill the loneliness I feel.”
“Do you think about it, Brian? About what we did in the hayloft?”
“Every second, every minute, every hour of every day,” I sang.
“I’m sorry we didn’t do it again. I wanted to, but there was so much to do and… and I was scared. I never felt anything like that before, Brian. For a few minutes, I knew what love meant. And now I’m so lonely.”
“Honey, we’ll make it through. We’ll do whatever is necessary. I’ll talk to Anna about calling you every day. I’ll do whatever is necessary.”
“You always do, Brian. Thank you for calling to wish me happy birthday. You’d better go run now.”
“I love you, Hannah. I will always love you.”
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