Chapter 5
The two girls looked at one another and it was Sally who said: "I have a feeling that ring is our answer. Don't ask me why I feel that way, but J do. Quick, answer it."
Misty leaped up and plucked the phone off its kitchen wall holder. "Hello?"
"Hi, this is Carl, from next door?"
Misty pressed her lips together as she rolled her eyes at Sally. "Hello, Carl. What is it? What do you need?"
"Uh, my mother needs three eggs and she's all out. She wants to know if she can borrow some."
"Sure, we've got a refrigerator full of hen fruit. Does she want to come over and get them right now?" Misty again made a face. "I'm about to go to the beach with Sally."
"I'll come right away. I wouldn't want to hold you up, Misty."
Misty hung up. Carl Henderson was the boy next door, about Misty's age, in her high school class, also about to start at the local college. He was a very tall, gawky boy, still an adolescent, really, a string bean who looked as though he might break in half if he were punched in the stomach.
Misty shrugged as she came to the table. "Carl's coming over for some eggs. We'll get rid of him and be on our way."
Sally, still seated at the table, waved Misty back into her seat. "Wait a minute. Carl Henderson. All right, there's a challenge for you. You can't just be on the receiving end all the time, you know. You've got to give. You've got to learn how to do some seducing yourself. What better people to learn on than people like Carl Henderson?"
Misty stared. "Carl. My God, he's nothing but skin and bones. Six feet two inches of ninety-seven-pound weakling, if you know what I mean."
Sally pointed her finger at Misty's chin. "I know this much: You've got to learn to take on all kinds of boys. Sure, one of the beach studs would scoop you into the sack in a hurry, but what would you learn? He'd biff bam thank-you-ma'am you and it would be all over. You've got to learn how to make a man want to make out with you. You've got to learn to be a subtle seductress, to make him think he's taking the initiative. It's called old-fashioned flirting."
Misty licked her lips. "But he's not even handsome. I don't know if I want him around."
"Handsome has nothing to do with it," Sally snapped back. "He's a man and that means he's got a cock, a cock you've never seen. You've got to get a look at him. He could open up a whole new bag of toys for you, sexual toys. What do you say, do we do a number on good old Carl Henderson?"
Misty shook her head. "Suppose he gets scared and runs? Besides, he might even tell his mother."
Sally made a face. "There are all kinds of answers to that argument. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Better to have loved and lost...." Sally giggled. "Besides, if you seduce him, even Carl Henderson isn't going to be stupid enough to spill his guts. He'll be in as big trouble as you and me. In fact, it would be our words against his."
They didn't have any more time to figure it out because Carl was tapping at the back door. Sally let him in and he stopped short when he saw her. "Oh, hi, Sally," Carl said.
The women stared at him, their eyes beady and shining. He was very tall, thin, wearing a shirt and pants that hung on his scarecrow-like form. He carried a small glass bowl for the eggs.
"Hi, Carl," Sally said, licking her lips like a tiger about to make a kill. "How's your life since high school graduation?"
He shrugged. "Can't complain."
Misty cleared her throat. "Um, sit down and have a Tab. We've got plenty and it's gonna be a hot day."
He sat uncomfortably at the kitchen table, a painfully shy boy who, so far as Misty and Sally knew, never had dated in high school. Misty got a can of soft drink from the refrigerator and she asked him if he wanted a glass. He shook his head as he opened the can.
The women sat down with him, their eyes running over his body. "So, how's it been going?" Misty asked and they chatted for several minutes while she wondered how to make her approach. They talked about a lot of things before Sally cleared her throat.
"Is your mother waiting for you?" she asked.
"Well, she does want her eggs."
"Run over with them and come on back." She gave Misty a sidelong glance. "We'll think of something fun to do."
He got up and left them, showing neither reluctance nor enthusiasm about coming back. He left without saying what he would do.
The women looked at each other. Misty shrugged, "Well, did we blow it?"
"No, he'll come back," Sally said briskly. "But you've got to get the lead out. Look, he's your baby, your target for the day. Play up to him, flatter him, break him down and then make your move. You're gonna have to hit this guy on the head with an anvil to make him realize you're interested. You dig?"
Misty nodded and, a few minutes later, the door opened and Carl had rejoined them. They took their soft drinks into the large family room where there were many things: a pool table, a dart board, television, game table, lots of deep leather-like furniture.
Misty urged Carl to sit and they sat down on either side of him, turning on the color television with a hand operator. Misty tuned it until they were watching an old movie with the sound turned low. She turned and looked into Carl's left ear.
"I haven't seen much of you since June," she purred. He looked at her and so she batted her lashes.
He stared at her and then he looked at Sally, his eyes growing narrow. "What's going on here?"
Misty stared. "What?"
"You heard me. You two broads are cooking up something that's funny." He turned to look at Sally, who also batted her eyes in all innocence. "What's really happening?"
"Why should anything be going on?" Misty countered. "We're just school friends, that's all.
Can't we sit down and visit without something going on?"
"You never asked me in like this before," Carl said. "At least not this way, sort of deliberate, if you get my drift."
The two women stared and it was Sally who leaned forward to speak around Carl. "Misty, my love, I think you'd better pull on your line before your fish gets off the hook. He's a smarter old bass than we gave him credit for."
Misty nodded, swallowing. She ran her eyes up and down Carl's body and then, not knowing what else to do, she suddenly threw her arms around him and kissed him hard on the mouth. She felt and heard his gasp of surprise against her lips, but she held on all the more tightly. As they kissed she wormed her breast against his upper arm, knowing that he could feel the softness of her mound and the hard little knot of her nipple.
"When she released him his face had turned white. So had Sally, who'd gotten up and moved across to a facing leather chair so she could see the action better. She looked like an excited fan watching a football game, her eyes darting from one face to the other, her tongue tucked in the corner of her mouth.
Misty flushed furiously, feeling like a fool, but praying that she hadn't blown it. Carl gasped like a hooked fish, his lips moving in silence for a moment. Then he was able to blurt, "What was that all about?"
Misty smiled. "That's the reason you're here, Carl. Frankly, I'm hot and I'm hot for you. Are you a man or aren't you? I'm gambling that you are. If you're not, you can run home to mama right now. It's up to you."
He stared again, his eyes wide and unblinking. "You're out of your gourd."
"No, I told you, I'm hot. That's not unnatural. You're a man." She looked down at herself, striking a pose for him in her short shorts. "Tell me, don't I have nice legs?" She sprang to her feet and stood before him as he stared up from the couch, his eyed wide. She thrust one knee before the other, like a fashion model.
He shook his head. "I still don't get it."
Misty, throwing caution to the wind, knew she had to make him or have him run away and ruin her, if he told others what she'd tried to do. She had to succeed or be destroyed. She beckoned to him. "Come on, stand up here and I'll see that you do get it."
Carl looked across at Sally, who was sitting in a leather chair, her hands in her lap. Misty looked down at her. She seemed to be doing something to herself. Misty didn't care. She had her work cut out for herself.
"Do you know what's going on here?" Carl asked Sally.
"Just do as she asks," Sally snapped. "What's wrong? She's your friend and neighbor. Give her a break this one time. On your fucking feet."
Carl lumbered to his feet, looking down into Misty's face. He waited as she sized him up, nibbling her lips. She glanced back one more time at Sally and then she threw her arms around his neck. She again kissed him on the mouth and, as she did so, she pressed her body against his. She wormed her hips against his crotch and her breasts were flattened against his thin chest.
Misty was hot and eager now. It was no longer simply an experiment. She wanted a good screwing and she wasn't going to let Carl out of the house before he gave it to her. She bit him hard on the mouth until he pulled his head back.
"Hey, that hurts."
"Tough shit," she snapped. As she wiggled her hips back and forth she felt his prick spring into the alert position. He was up and ready, fully engaged, as it were. She felt the bone press against one thigh, then across her pussy, then against her other thigh. It felt very good and she felt herself more excited as he began to push back against her.
Carl was getting red in the face now as Misty began to peck at his neck. Then she was down opening the buttons of his shirt with her teeth. She was kissing him on the chest, where he didn't have a single strand of hair. She pulled the shirt out of his pants and opened it all the way. Again her head came down and she was kissing his nipples. She was overjoyed when she heard his gasps of pleasure.
"Hot damn," he breathed.
She giggled as she looked up at him. "So, the ice man is able to cometh, after all."
"I don't know about that."
"I do," Misty exclaimed and she began to work at his belt. She got it open and then she slid the zipper. His jeans were sagging as she went for his hips and hauled mightily. His pants came down to his knees and his shorts came with them. Both women immediately looked at his prick, which was standing out from his body like a horizontal flagpole. It was long, thin and very straight. It didn't look as though it ever had been used.
Mist grinned back at Sally. "Hey, do you see what I see?"
"How could I miss it?" Sally replied. "It's the size of the Queen Mary."
Again Misty giggled and then she was jerking his pants all the way down and off. She then ripped the shirt "from his body. She also jerked off his tennis shoes so that, at last, Carl Henderson, friend and shy neighbor, was totally naked before her. Now she knew that he could not betray her because he was beyond the point of no return. She stood back, hands on her hips, looking at him.
"You're hot, stud," she rasped. "Why don't you do something about it? Don't my shorts make you excited?"
He cleared his throat. "Well, I...." He paused and then he reached for her. Misty almost went through the ceiling when he pulled her against himself and dropped a hand right down between her legs. He closed his fingers over the crotch of her shorts, catching her purse fully and giving it a painfully enjoyable squeeze.
"Ouch!" Misty cried, but she wasn't really hurt, she wasn't complaining, and she sure as hell wasn't going to pull away from this string bean of a man.
She clasped her hands behind her back and stood before him, her feet together, her chin high. She smirked up into his face. "I'm a statue. Make me come to life-if you know how."
"You bet I know how," he rasped as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She thought he was going to kiss her on the mouth, but instead he shoved his face down into the V neck of her shirt, just as she had done to him. God, she thought, make him do the other things I did.
God was on Misty's side. He began to unbutton her shirt as she remained like a sizzling statue. He spread the shirt and her breasts popped into view, bobbing and then still, great golden globes with cherry tips. They looked ripe to the very day when they should have been picked. She looked down at them and then up into his face, inviting him, daring him, challenging him to do his damnedest.
Carl carefully placed his hand under a breast, lifting it as though weighing a grapefruit. He pursed his lips, as though confirming that Misty's fruit indeed was ripe and that it should be delicious eating. He ran his thumb up over her nipple, sending a small spasm of pleasure ripping all the way down into her crotch, which palpitated.
"Oh... my...." Misty breathed, turning back to look at Sally. She was amazed to see that the brunette was removing her clothing. Her shirt was coming over her head, her shoes were dropping into the carpet and she was doing a shimmy in the chair as her pants slipped down over her thighs. Already her black crotch was swimming into view.
Misty, as it happened, was the last person in the room who wore any clothing. She looked down as his thumb touched her other nipple and again she shuddered, feeling as though she was being kicked in the belly-although those kicks felt very good.
Then Carl was removing her shirt, pulling off her sandals, and then was opening her fly. He slid the zipper at her hip and then he opened the button. The green shorts peeled away from her hip, revealing nothing underneath but white skin where her body rarely was seen by the sun. He pursed his lips.
"I don't know why we didn't play more games together when we were kids," he breathed.
"Because you were so God-damned shy," Misty snapped right back. "Hell, I played lots of doctor and nurse, but you never wanted to come around my hospital."
He grinned. "I'm feeling fine now, but I'd like to visit your hospital."
"You're giving me a pretty good anatomy lesson right now," Misty countered. "Please don't give it up before you've done a thorough job."
He didn't He pulled her shorts down to her knees and she was delighted at his gasp of pleasure. "Christ, a golden box," he breathed. He looked across at Sally. "Don't get me wrong, I like black boxes, too, but this color is a bit more rare. You have the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen."
Misty felt like a child as she flushed. "Thank you very much," she murmured, her eyes averted.
He got her shorts all the way off, tossed them aside and, at last, all three of them were naked. Misty and Carl looked at Sally, who still sat by herself in all her nude loveliness, in the leather chair. "Don't you want to play?" Misty said to her best friend.
Sally shook her head. "Not yet. You two go ahead. Enjoy."
They enjoyed a great deal. Carl ran his hands down her body to her box and there he was seized with a trembling. He looked at her, his eyes bugging. "God, I'm new at this. I don't know what to do."
She was very aware of his trembling fingers. "You're doing all right. Keep it up."
Carl's fingers curled around Misty's hips and he cupped her ass in both hands. He pressed hard into the firm cheeks of her bottom, lifting her up on her toes. She closed her eyes with the glory of the wonderful feeling. It was so good, so right to have a man digging his fingers into her ass.
As he lifted her she reached for him, finding his prick and wrapping her hands around it. She pulled and he came forward with a groan. She saw the eyes roll up into the top of his head as a look of ecstasy crossed his face. She smiled as his hands dropped to his sides.
Misty also dropped-to her knees. She wrapped her arms around his hips and then, working very carefully, she kissed him on the tip of his cock. "Jesus!" he cried, his call filling the room.
She kissed his prick again and, as she did so, she slipped a hand between his legs, raising it until she was cupping his balls. She squeezed his hot sack gently, feeling for the marbles inside.
She rolled them about as he continued to groan. Then she was grasping his hips again and opening her mouth over his prick.
She jerked on his hips and an inch of cock slid between her lips. She jerked at him again, accepting another inch. He placed his hands on her golden head to steady himself as she opened wider and took inch after inch. She loved the feel of the slippery cock coming into her mouth. It had a slightly salty, somewhat musky taste and she was able to allow it to fill her mouth as she breathed through her nose.
Soon he had a full six inches of his long straight cock stuck in her and she looked up at his face, which was turning pink as his passion rose. She sucked hard on his cock, pulling him close until she had it all and his balls were flapping at her chin. She felt his final surge. He was ready to go off. There was no doubt about that.
She sucked in her cheeks as she worked her head back and forth in a series of rapid movements. He responded at once, hissing, swelling, and finally exploding straight into her throat. She caught the first blast of hot come deeply in the back of her mouth and, opening her throat with a skill a veteran blower would admire, she allowed all of it to slip down into her belly without difficulty.
He lurched against her again and again, spending himself, giving her his best shots. He kept coming until he at last began to slow and finally there was nothing more than a dribble. He began to sag everywhere, falling back as she opened her mouth and let go of his hips.
He sprawled across the couch, his body damp, his thin chest heaving. He stared at her and then at Sally, who was still working at her own crotch. Misty wondered if she were getting her rocks off.
Carl shook his head, still not believing. "It's amazing. The beautiful girl next door, and she winds up sucking my cock. I never would have dreamed."
Misty flushed. Was he complimenting her or calling her a slut? She didn't know as she got up and excused herself. She ran into the downstairs bathroom and rinsed her mouth at the sink. After she gargled with something strong, she wiped her body with a damp cloth. Then she returned to the family room, where the others remained as she had left them. They looked almost funny, so startlingly nude and vulnerable, now self-conscious as they tried to hide themselves from one another.
Misty returned to the couch, sitting down close by Carl's side. She placed her fingers on his knee, looking up into his face. She smiled. "You're enjoying yourself?"
He nodded. "I'm surprised, but happy. I never even dreamed...."
"Stop saying that," Misty snapped. "You've made your point. Now we have to decide what we're going to do next. I think it's time Sally joined the party. There's plenty of fun for all."