Chapter 14
"I'll miss you," Lisa said to Christopher, and her fingers stroked his palm. His hand was cupped and open as though he were offering her the. palm to read. Both were on their sides, lying on the sand in the shelter of the small cove at Santa Monica beach. It was past midnight and the beach was empty. Above, on the Pacific Coast Highway, there was the steady sound of automobiles, but that seemed far away.
I'll miss you. But I'll see you. When I come home at Christmas."
"No." Her voice was crisp, determined. It was less a little girl's voice and more a woman's. "I don't want you to say that. It's not true."
Chris blushed with the truth of what she was saying. This summer Lisa Ferris had come to play a merely minor role in his life. He stumbled, saying, "That's not so."
"No, it is so and I've realized it's my own fault. I didn't want to be, but I was being a prick-teaser, always letting you take me to a borderline and then saying 'no.' It was wrong, and I know I've lost you because of it."
"I wouldn't say that. That you had lost me." He felt sorry for her now and he wanted to comfort her.
"I was silly. I made a big thing out of my virginity and I didn't take responsibility for what I really did want to do."
"That didn't matter that much, not really."
"It wouldn't have before the summer. I could have gone on playing the same games and neither of us would have been the wiser. But you've changed over the summer, you really have. Maybe it was all the time you spent with your sister-" Chris reflected, with some ruefulness, how true this was-"because she was an older woman to know. But you've changed, and I can't blame you for not accepting my little girlishness."
Christopher was moved. She was so quietly sad that there seemed nothing he could do to ease her hurt. He squeezed her shoulders, bringing her closer to him and kissing her on her forehead. "You'll always have been my first real girl friend. The first girl I really loved. That's important."
"I'm going to be brave, Chris. Just this once. I want you to be the first boy I made love to. I'd always be sorry if it weren't you, I know that."
The idea that he would be making love to Lisa now, after all this time, within minutes, almost paralyzed him with a strange and benign fear. The blood rushed to his prick and Lisa's hand came to it, rolling her palm along its underside. The sensation just now almost made him see stars, the kind he'd assumed were the property of comic strips. His ears blocked out the sound of the surf and he heard only her deep but still feminine breathing. Her mouth was on his. She was leading him, uncertainly and awkwardly, and he took the burden from her, tonguing her furiously, pulling her body toward him. Under her long sleeved jersey she wore no bra tonight and the breasts pressed warmly on him, the tits pebble-hard. His hands had gone to her waist in back and his fingers were already moving up to the sides of her spine, his thumbs under her arms and touching the sides of the boobs. She closed her eyes and her lips pursed, making an almost whistling sound as she inhaled and the thumb glided almost to the ripe, frozen nipples themselves, prodding them, pulling at the erect buds inside the brown-red areola. Her fingernails were on the back of his neck and he scratched the nape, drawing near to lick at his earlobe.
His hand was cupped at the joining of her denims at the crotch; the wrist rolling over the covered pud while the fingers curled under the arch, tickling the start of her buttocks. His palm could feel her deep heat even through the jeans; though the pants were tight, the crotch seemed to pull easily against the external beaver. Christopher felt a rash of excitement when Lisa herself unzipped the garment at the side, raising her ass off the sand so that he could pull it down past the cunt. The chill of the night beach air hit her thighs, but the cunt was warm and the insides of the organ already seethed with some hot moisture dripping down the raw-pink tissue.
He burned his knees as they pushed down behind him against the sand. He eased his mouth to her stomach and cut the edges of his front teeth on plumpness there. His tongue circled and circled just over the triangle of hair until Lisa impatiently was thrusting her pelvis forward, rolling the pudendum up, asking him, silent but heavy breathing, to go down on her, to go lower. His tongue tip was still on the swelling clit for a few seconds; the bead seemed to grow bigger and warmer without his doing a thing to it, just keeping his tongue on it. He sniffed her box, liked the smell of it. He wanted to suck her twat in, stuff it ah-the pussy hair and the folds of hp flesh-but he wanted at the same time to stick the tongue into the crevice. His head rocked from side to side as he tried to flick the hole wider and wider, the tip curled inside as he pulled the lips. His hands took her fingers and squeezed them mercilessly as he tongue fucked her. Grains of sand brushed like dust into her ass crack as she moved her body under his, jamming the globes with a thud each time he'd plunge the tongue lower. Her pubic hair was like wet silk and the sweat had begun to pour from the young girl's underarms.
Above the sound of his own breathing he heard her voice. "Make love to me, Chris. Put it in me. Put yours in mine." He felt as though all of his sperm were clotted deep in his belly; it was almost paralyzing to hear her talk this way-he had imagined it too many times. His lips closed over his teeth and he skated through the bush and kissed the wet pussy closed mouth.
He turned on his side, no longer touching her, but facing her. His mouth was still moist from her privates. Lisa's eyes radiated her need; her jaw was slack and her tongue touched the corner of her mouth. She let her hand roam over his body until-like a blind woman-she seized on his cock as though it were her cane and squeezed it hard until a small bit of come came out the slit. His erection had already strained the zipper so that it was half undone, but now in one movement Lisa pulled it down all the way and took the cock, her smooth palm pulling the foreskin down the glans. Her forefinger wiped the head clean of dog-water and she spread the moisture over the sensitive line of purple. She pulled on the prick and Christopher bit into his lip to keep himself from smashing her with the took spurting the come all over her thighs and pussy hair before he could penetrate her, rip the hymen and make her a woman.
Lisa's hands were open and the perspiration-covered hands soothed the insides of her thighs, rubbing them as though she were masturbating. She brought the hands up to the groin and her fingernails moved down the borders of the pubic triangle, scraping the line where groin became thigh. She rolled her butt into the sand, turning, snapping her back to one side and then the other. "I want you, Chris," she said, and in another moment one hand had turned over so that her palm touched his thigh, and her fingers were coursing through his hair. The nails touched the scrotum, but she was gentle with his balls. His whole lower body throbbed with a quick, blunt rhythm, but he hardly could keep himself calm long enough to insert the rod into her snatch.
It was Lisa who did the work, raising her pelvis to offer the hole to him, taking the end of the prick between her thumb and the tip of her forefinger. She drew the bulb to the open crevice and let him feel the heat inside her. The puffy pink dome soaked in the warm moisture that covered her there. Wanting more of it to soothe him, he pushed forward, into her, but it was Lisa who had to hold the lips apart, her fingertips inside her web of hair, the fingers pulling on the lips as they dug into them. Her left thumb touched its side to the clit as she spread herself under the boy's sex organ, waiting for him to violate her.
The way inside her was not terribly hard. The first couple of inches, in fact, were easy. They had made sure of that by the countless hours of sex play in which they'd indulged. And she was ready, as wet as she'd ever been, in a way that would minimize the hurting friction.
But beyond the first thrust Lisa felt the punishment. Even Christopher could tell the sudden change in stress as the vacuum pulled on him, yet forbade him to go deeper. He rested a second while Lisa breathed heavily, trying to gather strength. When he started to push again, she held her breath and tried to spread her legs even further apart under him, to make her more vulnerable. But he hurt her, nonetheless, and it was her deep, throaty yelp of pain that kept him back after he'd advanced merely another half inch or so.
He could see that her face was covered with sweat. Her eyes were closed, but when she felt him stop inside her, she drew them wide again. "No, don't stop.... Really...." Her voice was far away and her eyes seemed misted over. She was talking at a distance, he thought. "Please, don't stop."
He had to force himself to do it; he could feel her pain in every cell of his body. It amazed him how close this sensation was to sadism and it was hard for him to handle. It seemed a long way from an act of love. Each tremor of her pain was an act of bravery for him.
His spine curved and he shot up another inch. Lisa clenched her teeth, trying to bear it. At the base of his back, just before his buttocks, her nails ripped into his skin and tiny lines of blood showed on the surface of the muscle.
"All at once," he said. 'We've got to do it sometime. O.K.? " She looked up at him and nodded. He closed his eyes and grabbed her ass-cheeks, raising them off the sand and drawing her crotch closer to his own; he was leading her, dragging her up his dick.
"Oooh...." Lisa's voice broke just as he felt all of his sex drown inside her cunt and the walls of the tight muscle open around him, soothing him with her lubricants and her blood. His dong was numb, almost asleep, but he still felt the pleasure of moving it up and down the chute, even though the sensations were slightly dulled. His balls were heavy, aching. Lisa was prostrate under him, unmoving, but begging him with the animal sounds in her throat to go faster, to tear her up inside, to screw her until both of them came off, this time at last locked into each other s genitals.
He tried to go faster and the walls of her pussy puckered around the meat. She was close around him and now her legs moved up alongside his own as her soles touched the sand. Her fingers were easier now on him and she wasn't wildly clawing him, although the pain was still deep, filling her at the same time Chris plugged up the opening he'd just created.
He was shaking the stick so fast inside her, in quick little movements up and down rather than in-out, that he managed to keep most of the erection within her for most of the fuck. She was holding on and she curled her legs around his calves, afraid to move her groin for fear she'd hurt the wound even more. She just lay there, sucking in the pressure and friction Chris was giving her, loving every second of it, even though the hurt was intense.
Chris raised one leg and then moved over her body so that with Lisa drawn toward him and her ass off the sand he was on her and yet partly at her sidethis way she was even tighter, pulling at the blood in his cock. He could stroke the hairy flesh around the hole and pull on it to make it wider. He liked getting deeper and deeper, breaking her wide open. She didn't have to move-she was in too much pain to move-but he could feel her response in the small tremors that coursed through her body. He felt the tension in her spine, at its base; even her ass flesh shook with the rhythm that was inside her, but could not escape to the frame to make her writhe beneath his weight.
Four fingers from the boy's right hand were placed between her buttocks, but this was to keep her in his grip so that she would not slip off the dork in one of his backward movements. He put his mouth to her tit and sucked at it as he left the cock all the way within her, fully penetrated. The side of Lisa's hand was on his neck as he nibbled the areola and her fingers moved through his hair. Unconsciously, in imitation of his sucking, Lisa was licking her lips, closing them around her curling, twisting tongue. The feel of his mouth on her tit was pure pleasure, even as her cunt was steamy, wanting him and at the same time wanting him to stop, because it hurt so much.
Still, she had started to get into his rhythm. He had been inside her for so long that a slow tickling filled the pussy, a tingle that cried obt for more and faster stroking with the boy's hard phallus. She put her damp palms on the sand beside her hips, pushing down as she put the base of her skull back into the beach and drew her pud up, pulling with her Christopher's penis which couldn't stop rocking inside of her as he followed. His mouth opened wider on her boob and he made snorting sounds as he sucked her, as the whole breast filled his mouth.
She touched his balls, lightly, and pushed between them with her fingertip, jamming the finger against the lower part of the cock. Christopher plugged her until their hairs were welded together and he stayed that close while he shifted from side to side within the cunt, stretching the walls, pulling on the lubricant-soggy lips.
Her other hand played with his chest, her wrist rubbing the nipple in time to the beat of his cock coming up the snatch. His tongue moved on her forearm now as she manipulated him, the tongue's tip slipping easily from her tit to her hand, while at the same time his other hand played with the labia around the distended pussy, pulling on the organ and rolling the erected clitoris at one half the speed at which he slid up and down her vagina. The two different rhythms were driving Lisa crazy. Her instincts told her to race to keep up with his quick, simple fucking, but she wanted to slow down, wrap her legs around his ass, and enjoy the slow subtle jacking off he was giving to her love-pimple.
She knew by the way Christopher clutched her ass that he was ready. It was an instinctive warning he would give her-or his sister, or Wendy-that they would have to hurry if they were to climax with him. From this point on he was an animal, swinging wildly inside her cunt, not aware or caring of any pain he might give her by moving so frenetically through the sore and newly opened box.
But it was the way he shoved the clit down, forcing it into her hair with the insistent pressure of his thumb, that started her off. Her legs jumped around the sides of his body as he started to come, sending hot liquid sparks up toward her opened womb. She pulled his rump apart, holding on to him, afraid he'd slip out on the wild see-saw arc his body made as the slit continued to pour sweet, hot come. His thumb slipped off the clitoris, but now she just had to arch her spine and rub the pussy up against his whang to send her off, pulling in on the last few spurts of the juice, watching his eyes blink and flicker until at last they closed, and he rested all of himself down on her.
He stayed inside of her for a long while; though he turned over on his back, he kept her in his arms and eased her over him. She kissed him gently, and his mouth opened around her tongue as it licked his lips.
"I guess I have to wait until Christmas, don't I?" he asked, half serious.
"No. There's tonight." She laughed, running her nails, more gently this time, up his backside.
"I didn't mean that," Chris answered, smiling and shaking his head. "I meant vacation from school."
"You forgot Thanksgiving," answered Lisa.