Chapter 2

Paul Grant managed not to wince when the waiter brought the bill for dinner. Wearing his best poker face, he counted out the money and mentally computed how little was left in his wallet. Then he looked at the girl across the table from him and told himself it was worth it.

"Now what?" she asked.

Paul let his eyes meet her striking blue ones. Then he surveyed the classically fine beauty of her face-slender, fine-boned. Her mouth was a trace too thin and wide, and her chin a fraction too bold and sharp for absolute perfection. Then he let his gaze slip downward, past the black velvet dog collar and sparkling medallion of rhinestones to the dramatic V of her neckline. It ended far below her breasts, exposing their soft, rounded inner slopes.

He continued the downward sweep of his gaze and studied his watch. The quick inventory of his date had taken only fractions of a second. "Well, we've been talking so much, we missed the movie," he pointed out.

"Oh, that's all right. I didn't really want to see it anyway. But where can we go? We can't stay here."

"My thought exactly." He wrestled with the tactical situation for a moment, not wanting to appear too forward. "How about the Lavender Lounge?"

"I don't feel like dancing," Karen answered. "Besides, it's always so noisy there I get a headache."

Paul was encouraged slightly, but was still cautious. "We could just walk, I suppose."

"Ugh, not in these shoes," Karen snorted.

One by one she was eliminating the options. He decided to take the plunge.

"Well" he said lightly, his heart hammering, "that leaves your place or mine."

Paul's cock was as hard as a rail. He tried to get it to go down by reminding himself that this was only their second date. She was very pretty, with a lot of class. She had never given any hint she would be an easy lay. Perversely, that had been one of the main things that had interested him in her.

He helped her up gallantly and draped her stole over her shoulders.

Ten minutes later he was helping her out of the stole, using the opportunity to gently caress the graceful column of her neck. She walked gracefully across his one room bachelor apartment as he hung her stole carefully in the closet.

"It's very nice," she observed, standing in the middle of the room, gazing around.

"Thanks. Care for a drink?"

"A Manhattan, maybe?"

"No problem." In the small kitchenette, he quickly mixed two drinks. He carried hers over to where she stood by the mantel of the unworking fireplace.

"Kick off your shoes and stay a while," he suggested.

Steadying herself with one hand on his shoulder, she toed off her heels, and was suddenly two inches shorter. "Oooh, thanks," she sighed, wiggling her toes. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Oh, sorry. The other side of the kitchen."

"Back in a minute," she assured him. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable?"

"Uh, okay," he agreed, trying not to read too much into the suggestion. He settled for taking off his jacket and tie and his shoes. Then he turned the FM radio on low. A symphony by Tchaikowsky filled the room.

"Tchaikowsky's Fifth, right?" Karen called from the bathroom, startling him.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," he agreed, not sure. He sat down on the couch, and leaned forward. He rolled his drink between his palms as he agonized. He didn't know how to handle this chick. He was afraid if he moved too fast he'd blow all chance with her. She really had class, and also a fine body and great legs, from what he had seen of them. Most chicks he could read, but this was a tough one. She didn't mind him touching her, but didn't reciprocate or respond, either. Her dress sure as hell wasn't demure, not with that neckline and tight fit and short skirt, but it wasn't any giveaway, either. He wondered what she had on under it, and if he was going to be lucky enough to get her out of it.

"Ahh, that's better," she sighed.

Paul looked up and felt the blood drain out of his face. She was as beautiful out of her clothes as he had imagined. But he had never imagined she was going to suddenly walk into the room stark naked. She was lithe and slender, with clean, trim lines, and small, firm breasts with sharp, pointy nipples. Her ass was tight and round and firm, her legs long, and graceful, and smooth.

Paying no attention to him, she walked to the mantel and picked up her drink, then turned to face him. She was a natural blonde. Her pubic bush was a tight mass of golden ringlets.

"I thought you were going to get comfortable," she commented, as if her lack of clothes was the most natural thing in the world.

Shaken to the core, Paul didn't know what the hell to think of her now. The very brazenness of her action seemed to indicate the obvious. But her casual naturalness about her nudity made it not brazen at all, somehow.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he stammered. "Uh, why not?" He tried to keep his voice from squaking. He wondered if his erection was going to let him empty his bladder, which felt as if it was going to burst. "I'll be right back."

"Okay if I tune around for some different music?" she asked.

Paul opened the bathroom door a crack. "Sure." He wrestled his clothes off. Her dress hung like' a black ghost from a hanger on the hook on the door.

He fought the urge to put on his bathrobe before going back out. Why the hell should he be embarrassed to be naked with her?

His cock swayed in front of him as he walked out into the room.

Her eyes passed over him slowly, casually, from head to foot, before she looked away. He was a little miffed at her casual dismissal of his cock. It was thrusting out like a bludgeon from his groin. "How's that?" he asked.

She shrugged as if it made no difference to her. The motion did delightful things to her breasts. "I couldn't get anything on your radio."

"Let me try," he offered. "It's kind of finicky sometimes." He tuned slowly past a jumble of stations, then found some pleasant, innocuous background music.

"That's nice."

"Okay." He went over to his drink, trying to be as casual as she was. He turned, unable to keep his eyes off her. "Care to dance?"

"I'd like that."

Paul gulped. He hadn't expected her to agree. Moving over to her, he curled his arm around her waist, and took her hand in his. His cock touched her belly when she moved in close to him, then slid up along her satin skin. She melted in against his body. Not holding back at all, she molded herself against him. He felt his lust soaring. Her body was satin smooth. Her breasts were soft cushions, her nipples hard pebbles. Her sleek thighs pressed against his. Then she spread them slightly, and he could feel the stiff wiriness of her bush scraping his thigh.

She tipped her head back and closed her eyes. When he kissed her, her lips parted, inviting his tongue into her mouth. She was fragrant from the sweet drink and he inhaled deeply, savoring her scent. She unclasped her hand from his and put her arm around his neck. He slid his hand down to her waist and pressed her soft belly against his hard body. His cock felt like a rolling pin between them.

Not breaking the kiss, they sank slowly to the floor in a sensuous tangle of arms and legs. They ended up sitting side by side, facing each other.

Slowly, gracefully, she stretched out on her back. The fingers of one hand slid easily down his body and stopped at his cock. Then they curled around his hard shaft and squeezed it. It ached deliciously.

He gazed down at her, still staggered by the turn things had taken. She was offering herself to him with a casualness that stunned him. He began to wonder if the forty-dollar dinner had been necessary.

He slid his hand up her slender torso and cupped her breast, letting her pink nipple peek out of the circle formed by his thumb and forefinger. Then, studying her face, he swept his thumb over the sharp point. Her eyes closed and her mouth softened and opened. Her grip on his cock tightened, and then relaxed shghdy.

He looked down at her pussy. Her legs were spread and her knees were bent. Her sex was exposed. But there was nothing lewd about the inviting pose, and it was incredibly erotic. Her labia, sprinkled with tight blonde kinks, were full and rounded. Her mons was prominent. The dark slit between her labia showed a flash of pink. Her inner petals were thrusting out impatiently.

Moving his hand away from her breast, he slid it down her body. Her blue eyes were hot and encouraging as he swept his fingers down over her shghdy rounded belly. Brushing over her tight pubic curls, he eased one finger into her slit. She spread her thighs a little more as he probed her hot hole. Her vagina, slippery and slick and exciting, embraced his finger warmly as it probed into her. He reached as deeply into her as he could. Compliantly, she rocked her pelvis to give him better access to her inner secrets. There was something inside her that felt vaguely different.

"Diaphragm," she told him calmly.

So, she had come prepared. He licked his lips and wiggled his finger in her hot, slippery hole. Then he drew out and moved his moist finger up her slit. He found her protruding button of flesh and rolled it back and forth with the tip of his finger.

Her eyes closed again, and excitement flushed her delicate features. Her blonde hair was spread like a fan behind her head. The only thing she had on was the black velvet dog collar around her neck. It made her look more desirable than if she had not been wearing anything at all.

Her lips shaped words, but there was no sound. There didn't need to be. Paul knew what she was silently shouting.

"Fuck me," was what she was saying. Her fingers were smearing his excited lubricant over his prick in a slick, hot film.

Awkwardly, Paul shifted until he was lying beside her, then eased slowly and cautiously over her slender, fragile body. Her thighs opened to admit him. She wrapped her arms around his huge torso and hugged him hard against herself. His cock settled in her nook and he eased into her willing body, feeling the hot folds of her vagina spread to admit his bulk.

He stopped when the full length of his phallus had been swallowed up by her clinging, velvety hole. She was tight and small. His balls ached to unload into her.

He drew back and thrust in again, loving the way her flesh binned against his. Wriggling his hands under her shoulders, he pressed the long length of his heavy body against hers, feeling her satin flesh against his, her nipples grinding into his chest, her sleek legs curled around his hairy ones. Moving only his hips, he pistoned his prick in and out of her. He felt his pubic arch grinding against hers, and knew her clit was caught between them. Hot come gathered in his crotch and he felt his orgasm drawing near. He stopped moving, wanting to hold off his coming as long as possible, wanting to take her with him.

"Don't stop," she whispered, sliding her hands down and gripping his muscular ass cheeks.

He nodded, and began to move again. He drove into her harder and faster. She dug her nails into his ass. She was squirming under him like a half-squashed bug, but he knew she didn't want him to get off of her. She was wriggling because she enjoyed him crushing her, and because she wanted him to be fully aware of her body under his.

He began to come. His cock pulsed as it spurted slow, thick, heavy wads of semen deep into her body. He clung to her, shoving his cock at her in time with the spurtings of his prick, adding the full thrust of his body to the eruptions of his penis. She was rigid under him, her body convulsed by what he hoped was her climax. He thought he could feel her vagina spasming around his jetting cock, but wasn't sure.

His orgasm fading and his prick shriveling, he became a dead weight on her. She squirmed and he rolled off of her. His cock slithered free of her hole. He sprawled on his back and tried to catch his breath. He was astounded at how similar this time had been to his first.

There were four of them in the house. It was empty except for them. Jake was the oldest, a senior. Paul and Jimmy were both juniors. The one girl, Rachel, was a sophomore. It was a lazy, aimless Saturday afternoon in late May. Outdoors, a gentle rain was making the spring green look even brighter and fresher.

"What should we do now?" Jake asked lazily. He was tall, skinny, and had bushy blonde hair.

"I don't know," Paul answered. He glanced around the card table, from Jake, to Jimmy, to Rachel. She was a pretty black-haired girl. She dressed to emphasize rather than conceal her hard, young, thrusting breasts, her full hips and small waist.

She collected the cards they had been playing with into a heap, then began to square them up. "How about more cards?"

"Shit," Jake snorted. "We been playing cards all day already. I'm tired of cards. Poker ain't much fun when you don't have any money."

"'Isn't' not 'ain't'," Rachel corrected him. She was Jake's girl, sort of, and was continually trying to "improve" him. "How about strip poker?" she asked.

Paul felt his guts knot at the suggestion. He kept silent, unwilling to trust his voice. The room was abruptly very tense. If he, or Jimmy, or even Jake had suggested the game, the suggestion would have been treated as a joke. But Rachel had come up with the idea, and she didn't sound as if she was joking.

"I don't know," Jimmy replied with studied casualness. "What do you think, Jake?"

Jake shrugged, then glanced out at the rain. "I was gonna work on my car," he answered coolly. "But I can't in this rain."

"I think," Paul ventured cautiously, fighting to control his hot shivers, "I think it would be fun." He had never played strip poker, with anyone. His knowledge of girls was limited to furtive peeks at raunchy magazines, and a couple of heart-hammering kisses.

"We have to start off even," Rachel announced, maintaining the initiative.

Paul's mouth was dry as dust by the time she had laid down basic rules to equalize things. He noticed that her slender fingers were trembling as she shuffled and dealt the first hand. They were playing hi-lo. The two hands in the middle were the losers.

It wasn't long before they were all down to their underwear. Paul was glad he could hide his towering hard-on under the card table. When Jake and Rachel had lost the last hand, Jake's stiff cock had looked like a telephone pole in his underpants, and was threatening to burst through the fly. Rachel had stripped down her shorts, revealing a pair of white cotton panties. There was an exciting dark shadow down between her shapely thighs. A few wisps of black hair had escaped from the leg openings.

Now she was studying her cards carefully, shifting them nervously. Fine beads of sweat gleamed on her upper hp. Her bra hugged her prominent, firm breasts, and showed a deep, exciting cleavage between them. The straps dug into her shoulders. Apparantly the weight of her big boobs was too much for them.

This time Paul and Jake were the losers. Without getting up, they each stripped off their undershirts and tossed them aside.

Paul prayed he wouldn't lose the next hand, too. He prayed Rachel would be a loser, so he could see those enormous tits of hers. He filled an inside straight, and breathed a sigh of relief when he had the high hand. Jake, with absolutely nothing, had the low one.

Jimmy ripped his undershirt up and off and threw it aside. All three of them were looking at Rachel. Her dark eyes flashed with excitement as she leaned forward in her chair, and reached behind her back. The pose thrust her breasts so far forward it looked like they were going to pop out of her bra. She fumbled for a moment, and then her bra was loose, sagging away from her full mounds, but not yet revealing anything but their curving undersides.

She slid her arm out of one strap, let the bra slip away from her breasts, and dropped it to the floor. The only clues to her excitement were the film of sweat on her face and the trembling of her hands as she reached for the cards.

"My deal?" she asked, her voice tight.

No one answered. Paul couldn't believe it. He was sitting here, playing cards with a topless girl. Her breasts were great thrusting mounds, tipped with dark, sharp nipples. They quivered each time she jogged the cards after shuffling. They shifted enticingly as she dealt.

"You gonna stare or play?" she asked Paul suddenly.

He jumped, and quickly scooped up his cards. He noticed that Jimmy's eyes spent more time on Rachel's tits than anywhere else. Jake, being older, was putting On an act of experienced indifference. However, as he adjusted his hand, he bent the corners of two cards.

Paul ended up with a pair of fours, and knew he had lost. He was both relieved and disappointed when Jimmy was the other loser. It meant Rachel would still keep some secrets from them, but that he would not have to make his final revelation alone.

"Well, come on, guys," Jake urged. "Let's not keep the little lady waiting."

His pulse hammering, Paul shoved his chair back. It tipped over with a crash. No one seemed to notice. Rachel was staring straight at his crotch, at the thrusting tower of his cock. With quivering hands, he eased his underpants out over the head of his hard-on, and shoved them down and off. He was slightly ashamed of his minimal growth of pubic hair. Jimmy had tons of it. But Paul was pleased to see that the clean, hard length of his phallus was greater than Jimmy's, although Jimmy's looked like it was bigger around. He hoped length was more important than breadth.

"Now what?" Jimmy asked. "Paul and I can't lose anymore."

Relieved to get the weight off his shaking legs, Paul righted his chair and sat down. He turned sideways so his cock wasn't jabbing the edge of the table.

"Well?" Jake asked Rachel.

"I guess it's only fair," Rachel answered enigmatically. She pushed her chair back and stood up. Hooking her thumbs in her underpants, she shoved them off quickly and efficiently. Everything but her faded out as Paul stared at her. She was all naked skin and black hair.

The only sound in the room was very loud breathing. Then Jake was out of his underpants, and his long, skinny cock was wagging heavily in front of him.

"N-now what?" Jimmy managed to croak at last

"Let's fuck," Rachel said eagerly.

Paid wondered if it felt the same to be struck by lightning. This was it. It was all out in the open now. Christ! He-he didn't know how to do it.

"Uh, yeah, sure," Jimmy agreed.

"Draw to see who's first," Rachel suggested. 'I'll be in the bedroom waiting." She walked out and left the three of them standing there gawking.

"Uh, Jake, she's your girl," Paul stammered, unsure of how the older boy would view the situation.

"Shit, Rachel and me have been screwing around for months," Jake snorted.

"You don't mind?" Jimmy asked.

"Naahh," Jake assured them. "She's always gone down for other guys. I don't mind. Come on, let's draw for first." He spread the deck out, and extracted one of the two cards whose corners he had bent Carefully, Paul took the other one, figuring Jake wasn't likely to purposely pick a loser. Jimmy drew. He had a five to Paul's King, and Jake's Ace.

"See you later, guys," Jake told them, flipping his card onto the table and sauntering out.

Paul slumped in his chair. His cock slowly lost its hardness as he thought about what he was going to have to do. He wondered if he'd do it right. Christ! What if he messed up? He wanted to back out but didn't either. Nor did he dare.

He tried to picture what was going on in the bedroom, but couldn't. He settled for remembering what Rachel had looked like as she stood there, boldly naked in front of the three of them. She was on the short side, and ah curves. Her breasts were huge thrusting mounds, heavily curved on the undersides. Her nipples were dark, conical, with jaunty hard points. Her torso tapered to a small waist, then flared out. Her belly was rounded, and dipped down between her thighs to her thick, black bush-a charcoal triangle between pale, rounded thighs.

"What do you think?" Jimmy asked, breaking the long silence.

Paul shook his head. Fearful of losing his erection again, he was desperately holding onto his memory of what the girl looked like. Think? He couldn't think. What had started as a normal, dull rainy day was turning out to be something unbelievable, a milestone.

Jake swaggered back in. His prick was limp, drained, and glistening. His pubic bush was tangled and matted, stringy and soaked. "Next," he called as if it were a barber shop.

Paul gulped and staggered to his feet. He thought he was going to faint as he ricocheted off the doorjamb.

The bedroom door was open. Rachel lay on her back in the center of the bed. She had one knee raised, her arms at her sides. Her breasts were spread out from her position, but her nipples were still hard darts, and stood up from the pale flesh. Her skin looked very white. She was watching him.

He walked over to the bed as carefully as if he were on a new pair of stilts. He raked his eyes up and down the full length of her lush, nude body. Her pubic patch was wet and stringy. She let her raised knee sag out away from him, revealing the heart of her pussy. There was a flash of pink in the center of the black fur.

"Well, come on," she urged softly, holding her arms up to him.

Paid felt as if the strength was draining out of him. He sank down on top of her. She eased her legs open, bent the other knee, formed a cradle with her thighs.

His cock was pinched painfully between them and her pubic hair was rasping its tender flesh.

He squirmed, and managed to get his cock down between her thighs. Then he blindly poked at her hot nest, burying the head of his prick in her humid, scratchy pussy. He poked at her with futile, stupid desperation.

Her hips shifted, and suddenly his cock was being swallowed by hot, wet flesh. It was so hot it felt as if she was burning up inside. His hips heaved instinctively, and his prick burrowed into her searing, clinging tunnel.

"Jesus!" he blurted out inadvertently.

"Don't stop," Rachel moaned, her hips heaving and jerking under him. She began clawing at his back.

Paul pistoned his prick in her creaming cunt. The come felt like a lava pool in his groin. His nerve endings were blazing with the fire that he knew led to spurting, jetting, convulsing pleasure. Panting and grunting, he humped his hot phallus into her oozing hole, and felt his muscles tensing for their final convulsive effort.

Rachel was grunting and moaning under him, but he was only vaguely aware of it. The only thing he cared about was the blazing peak he felt coming closer and closer and closer. Gone forever were his fears about being able to do it. He savored the pure carnal pleasure of pounding his cock into a cunt.

His orgasm ripped through him in a series of shock waves. His balls unloaded thick, heavy wads of come that blasted down his cock and slammed against the end of Rachel's fifteen-year-old vagina. As he poured his load into her the pleasure was greater than he had ever believed possible. Even his best masturbatory orgasms faded in the face of this incredible ecstasy.

Then his coming faded away, leaving an indelible memory. His penis drained and exhausted, he climbed off of Rachel. For a moment he stood there, looking down at her, seeing his pearly semen in her pubic hair. Then, an idiotic grin splitting his face, he went back to where Jimmy was waiting impatiently. Paul jerked a thumb in Rachel's direction, and began to dress.

Paul roused from his reverie when soft lips began nibbling gently on the tip of his cock. Strange he should have thought of that crazy interlude, it had been what, nine years ago? Maybe it was because that time, like today, it was the girl who had taken the initiative.

Karen was crooning softly. Her blonde hair was tickling his stomach and her head was a heavy weight on his lower belly as her mouth caressed his cock back to rigidity.

Tenderly, he stroked the sleek, smooth skin of her back as she sucked his phallus to erectness. It also felt good to have her fingering his testicles gently. He could feel new life flowing into his sexual organs as she skillfully stimulated them.

He wondered how she felt about him. She sure was a beautiful, desirable, sexy woman.

His phallus was stiff as ever now. She lifted her head, crawled up him, and straddled his hairy thighs with her sleek golden ones. He looked at her lithe, slender body. She was incredibly beautiful. She had a dancer's grace and delicacy. Her small breasts were like teacups on her chest. Her nipples were pert, pretty points. Her torso tapered gently to a tiny waist. Her hips were slender without being boyish. The way she was straddling him opened her crotch to him. The tight blonde kinks of her bush hugged her thrusting mons and full pouting labia. The glistening pink petals of her inner lips protruded like a hungry, reaching mouth that was blindly seeking his phallus.

Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back slightly. She aimed his prick up into her groin. She spitted herself on his tower, slowly squirmed herself down on it. He watched her slender body absorb his tower, and savored the feeling of her hot vaginal walls hugging his penis. Reaching up, he clamped his hands on her breasts, mashing their diminutive softness, feeling her nipples rasp along his palms.

She kept her hands at her crotch as she pumped up and down on his phallus. He mashed and twisted her breasts as she pistoned on his cock with an erotic wet squishing sound. She started to lean forward. His hands still on her boobs, he held her away from him. He felt her breasts crush flat against her ribs.

She shifted her hands to his shoulders, and braced herself. Her hips rose and fed, harder and quicker every moment. Her hair, gently curling golden strands, framed her face and swayed and jerked every time her hips crashed against his. Her pelvis began a forward and backward twisting, grinding motion. Her mouth gaped open with excitement. Her arms began to bend, began lowering her closer and closer to him, trapping his hands between them for a moment until he pried them free. Then he wrapped his arms around her heaving torso, marveling that he could reach completely around her. His cock was ablaze from her violent thrashings, his pubic area was burning with friction.

Karen was emitting short, panting cries as her orgasm drew closer. Sweat greased her slender body. Her nipples dug into his chest. Her breasts, two minimal cushions, were crushed between them. Her flat belly slapped wetly against his as she convulsed frantically.

He was trying to meet her drives with thrusts of his own, trying to keep his moves in opposition to her humping and heaving. Sometimes he succeeded and their groins cracked together deliciously, while others he would lose the rhythm and fumble along for a few desperate strokes.

"Ee-ee-ee!" Her panting grew sharper and quicker and then blended into a long, soft wailing cry.

He heaved his cock up into her tight, spasming pussy and held her tightly while she came. He waited until she was limp and satisfied, then, without letting his cock escape from her, rolled her to her back. As she lay there, totally limp, he humped his cock into her unresisting body. His come boiled, surged higher and higher, then burst from his cock into her soaked hole. Boring his prick into her guts, he unloaded a second blast of semen into her until his muscles had squeezed his chambers dry. Aching and panting, he slumped onto her. His knees hurt from being scraped over the harsh carpeting.

When they finally parted the next morning, it was with a casual wave and a handshake, and he knew, somehow, he Would never see her again.