Chapter 12
A few days passed following my wonderful interlude with Mike.
What caused us both great problems was that my folks were around the house so much of the time. Mike was still a little afraid to make a move, but I was happy to see that apparently his guilt feelings had passed out of existence. The main thing he was concerned about was being detected in lovemaking with his own sister, something he knew he had to avoid.
One evening my folks went away to play cards with some friends. I figured that the time was appropriate for me to wait for my brother to come home from school, where he had been doing some studying in the library.
I figured that the wise thing for me to do would be to prepare for him in the same manner that I had on the last occasion when we had made love.
First of all I would have myself a couple of drinks, just to get organized and throw off some inhibitions, after which I would undress and lie in the middle of his bed.
I got excited just thinking about the expression on his face when he had seen me lying there, my legs spread and my pussy lips beckoning invitingly, on that last occasion when we had made it. He had immediately, unglued, and it really did something for my ego to know that I had that kind of sexual power.
I had a couple of shots of Scotch and water, then went into Mike's bedroom. I quickly re-moved my clothes, then my panties and bra, after which I pulled the covers of the bed back and stretched out inside the bed.
I waited for Mike for the better part of one hour. I began getting restless and itchy just waiting for him. I kept envisioning his strong body threshing back and forth in the sheets, plunging his pecker in my direction.
Finally I decided that I needed some kind of temporary relief, so I put the fingers of my right hand to work on my pussy.
While my fingers circulated over my spirited mound, I closed my eyes and imagined Mike's cock coming at me. I kept thinking about him gliding it inside my vagina, and it was with that thought in mind that I worked my fingers valiantly around my mound.
My whole body began to react with instinctive rhythm to the finger applications in my pussy. My fingers continued darting with great eagerness and determination as I applied them to my snatch.
All the while I was moving closer to climax. My fingers began stroking more quickly than before, and I could tell that the juices were not far from materializing.
As I lay there, stroking my pussy as rapidly as I could, I suddenly heard the sound of foot-steps in the hall.
My heart palpitated, and I couldn't conceive of Mike arriving without me hearing the car come to a halt in the driveway. But, then again, when you get that turned on with sex, even of the masturbating variety, you can forget every-thing else. As a matter-of-fact, your hearing and everything else can be shut off in the process. I assumed that that was what had happened to me.
My fingers kept busily working. I wanted him to see me in the act of masturbation. If he saw me rubbing my pussy frantically, it would make him that much more eager to jump into bed with me right away.
Suddenly the door flew open and I got a big surprise.
Standing before me was lovely dark-haired Sarah, Mike's girl friend, the same girl I had watched going down on him from the hallway. Sarah was the person who had supplied the major impetus as far as my getting together sexually with Mike was concerned.
While I looked at her with bewilderment, unable to speak a word, she in turn smiled sweetly.
"I must say that you're making yourself at home in your brother's room," she laughed. "But that's okay, honey. I'm sure he'd under-stand. If a girl wants to finger her pussy, I don't see any reason why she shouldn't do it."
"How did you get in here?"
"I was given a key by Mike at the library. He said he'd meet me here in about an hour. He thought you'd be out."
"I thought I was gonna be, but I changed my plans," I said defensively.
"Look, you don't have to get upset just be-cause I saw you fingering your snatch," Sarah said calmly, walking toward me. "I do it all the time, baby. That is, when your big brother isn't around to feed me his dick."
"It's still embarrassing."
"Don't think of it as that," Sarah said softly.
She stood right next to the bed, and as she did so she reached out with her right hand and began to run it through my hair.
All the while she looked at me with great intensity. It reminded me of the same kind of expression that Mike or Stan would have on their faces whenever they were exceptionally turned on with me.
"You're such a beautiful girl," Sarah said.
Sarah looked plenty beautiful in her own right. She wore a white pants suit which brought out her exquisite figure to great ad-vantage. She had smooth hips and firm breasts, and I could easily see why she was considered one of the most beautiful girls at State University.
But what I couldn't understand was the way that she was looking at me and stroking my hair. And before I knew it, she was releasing her fingers from my hair and letting them go to work down between my legs against my mound.
The sensations she supplied tickled me to such an extent that I could hardly stand it. Once more I found myself pushing toward orgasm. But what I couldn't understand was just why she was doing it. I knew she was hot for my brother in a big way, and that she was very much in demand at school. She could have practically any guy she wanted, but there she was, working her fingers swiftly over my snatch.
"Just what are you doing?" I asked. "This is weird, Sarah. You're no lesbian, are you?"
"I'm a swinger," she laughed, continuing her finger movements on my mound. "That means I take my pleasure as I find it, honey. If I hap-pen to find a handsome guy that I dig, like your big brother, then we jump into the sack together. If I happen to find a beautiful girl like you, then I'm sure not gonna turn down a chance to show a little love to her."
She released her fingers finally from my mound, then dropped her head down between my legs as she crouched down inside the bed.
My heart was palpitating with savage rapidity, and even though I wanted to cry out and do my best to stop her from continuing' the flow of the sex activity, something within me was stopping me from doing so. I just couldn't seem to bring myself to stop her. It meant just too much for me to get some more in the way of sensations from her.
She let her fingers toy first with my buttocks, then slide down my legs. I liked the way that she gripped my thighs ever so smoothly, and the sensations within me were multiplying so fast that I didn't know what to do.
The next thing I knew she was applying her tongue to my, love button. She started out very slowly, barely letting the tongue scrape over my snatch.
Back and forth she moved her tongue, letting more sensations materialize within my body as she stroked.
Up and down her head bobbed, and through it all she was supplying me with wonderful movements. The slow pace did not last for long, as you might have guessed. Pretty soon she began to put a lot more speed into her efforts, sliding her tongue over every crevice of my pussy. She then began to do something that turned me on in a big way. She would release her tongue from my mound, then let her teeth glide over my pussy lining.
She would alternate her efforts between the sucking and the nibbling, and the longer she followed that course of action, the more carried away I became.
My whole body trembled as she kept up her burning pace. With throbbing anxiety she kept up the sucking and the nibbling, moving me to the brink of climax.
"Keep it up, darling, go after my pussy juices," I exclaimed.
She moved her fingers against my buttocks. She slid them against my firm ass cheeks, then pinched the skin as she kept on with the sucking. She had me on the verge of climax, and my whole body was giving way under the heavy tongue onslaught.
I trembled as the juices began to shoot out from my pussy and into her waiting mouth.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction to know that she was that eager to gobble every drop of my pussy juices.