Chapter 19

My entire opinion of Stan changed during the course of his revelations that day.

"I admit I was a skunk in the past, a spoiled rich brat," he candidly admitted, "but the last few days I found myself, and it took hurting you real bad before it happened."

At first I was highly skeptical about his alleged change of heart, but as he continued to spill out his heart to me, I became only too convinced that he was leveling.

"I'll tell you one thing," he sighed in conclusion. "I love you, Susan, more than you'll ever know. I'm not interested in any other girl, just you."

By that time I could restrain myself no longer. I threw my arms around Stan, clinging to his aroused body tightly, then delivered a long kiss to his lips.

He promised after removing his lips from mine to enact the role of a gentleman if I would give him one more chance. I accepted and we went out two night later, after I had had a chance to explain everything to both Mike and my father.

It wasn't until several weeks after resuming dating with Stan that I decided to permit him some sexual favors, and only then on my terms.

He had taken me to his parents' beach house and, after lolling in the sun for better than an hour, found himself becoming overpoweringly enchanted by me.

Stan threw his arms around me and delivered a series of sharp, stabbing lip kisses that left us both, a lot limper than we had been before.

"I've got to take down your bikini bottom," he panted. "Your skin is so coppery and beautiful. Baby, we've got to fuck."

"You can eat my box, but no more than that."

Swiftly he reached down and, with quivering fingers, undid the bottom bikini strap which held together my bathing suit.

He pulled at it relentlessly, removing it, then swooping down quickly on my pussy. Even though my cunt was like pepper, and I could have easily given Stan the go-ahead to do anything that he wished, I had learned my lesson and was determined to impose restrictions on our lovemaking. After all, I was still a young girl, even if I did not like to admit it.

Stan did not even bother fingering my vagina before plowing ahead. He quickly attacked it with his tongue, allowing its warm wetness to deliver immediate inspiration to my twisting, sensation-ridden pussy.

I reached out and ran my fingers through Stan's hair, seeking to provide him with all the additional encouragement I could while his sleek red tongue continued to steadily connect with my pink pussy walls.

My warm and willing buttocks began to twist with every inspiring. movement that his tongue made as he went to work with unflinching. rapidity, splashing his red tongue incessantly against my snatch.

The longer he kept up his sucking the more intense the pace became, until the ferocious twisting of his thorough tongue movements darting throughout my vagina caused wetness to surface.

The moisture added to the level of exhilaration that we both already felt turned the two of us into squirming sex fanatics, caring about nothing other than completing the act in which we were engaging.

I felt the droplets of sweat beginning to fall from my forehead and under my armpits as well. The mounting floodtide of passion magnified with every dazzling tongue stab that he planted inside my moist twat.

"Keep sucking, darling," I encouraged. "I want you to eat me, oh, am I ever looking for-ward to it."

With rising satisfaction my body rocked for-ward, making it all the easier for Stan to make brilliant contact with my mound.

While his tongue continued to constantly devastate me with its lashes against my mound, he felt the need to reach out and touch me.

Stan reached out and impulsively cupped his fingers around my buttocks, clutching them with hungry desire as he sucked even faster than before.

"You almost have me there," I cried. "A few more tongue strokes and I'll be juicing."

He stepped up his sucking pace even more briskly than before. He would let his teeth come into contact with my clitoris several times, then return his tongue to the action at hand, spearing me dynamically.

Stan continued to clutch at my rotating buttocks as my itchy cunt pressed that much closer to climax.

"Oh, oh, I'm there, darling, I'm there," I finally exclaimed as the pussy juices poured from me.

Stan was never more eager to taste my nectars than he was at that moment, gobbling every droplet from my nest with great desire.

Once he finished, he continued to caress my buttocks slowly for several moments.

"I hope this is the start of a new relationship for us," Stan told me.

"What kind of new relationship?" I asked.

"I mean that I'm thinking of a lot more than sex. Maybe it's too early to be talking about something like this, but I'd really like to marry you some day, Susan."

"I'm glad to know that your intentions are honorable anyway, Stan. It's too early for us to know if we are suited for anything like that, but I do like you."

"I don't want to go with anyone but you," Stan assured me.

I could tell from the way that he was looking at me that Stan meant what he said. The total sincerity that I observed in his expression was a refreshing change from the cocky upstart he once was.

I could see that Stan was rapidly starting to grow up, and so, I felt, was I.

It's hard to know just where our relationship will eventually end, but right now every-thing is working out well.