Chapter 4
It was evident to her that Uncle Frank wasn't going to be very generous in letting her play around with other men.
"I hope you know what I'm talking about," he said abruptly when she announced she was having a date.
"Just because I'm going out with someone, Uncle Frank, doesn't mean I'm having sex with them, does it?"
"That depends," he said nervously. "On what?" she said.
"On you," he said tightly, "because, baby, you are such a turn on, any man would go ape to have you."
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she said, "you are such a dear heart. I only wish I was half as popular as you imagine I am."
"I know what you can do for a man," he said, "I know too well."
"Well, please don't worry about me," she said, "I'll be alright."
She met Randy at a coffee shop near the college.
"Well," Randy complained, "I thought you would never make it."
"Well, I'm sorry," she said, "my Uncle Frank detained me."
"He did, did he?" he said, "was he warning you against me?"
As she looked in Randy's eyes, she had no idea of what he meant.
"Why no," she said, "why would he?"
With a sigh of relief, he smiled. It was a complete change of attitude as if he was covering up something.
"Oh, I don't know," he said, "old people just warn young people."
"He isn't that old," she defended him.
"Alright, he isn't that old, but he is your uncle, isn't he?"
"Yes," she said quickly, "and what a dear heart he is."
"I take it you get along with him pretty well, don't you."
"Beautifully," she smiled, "we blend."
"It's nice to blend," he said.
"I think, so," she said.
Then Randy told her what he wanted to do.
"I would like to go to a movie tonight," he smiled, "and I would like to have a little fun."
"You have a nerve to mention it."
"I always do, first," he said, "I don't like to disappoint the girl."
"You mean you have no fear of being disappointed yourself?"
"There aren't many people in this world who are honest," Randy said. "Let's go for a walk."
"Yes, let's do," she said. "I think we should pursue this conversation in private."
Randy paid for their coffee and they walked out of the place. As they walked across the college campus, he talked to her.
"You know this is a college town," he said, "and things swing. There are a lot of chicks here and a lot of guys. And baby, they all play it cool."
"All doesn't include me," she said, "I'm afraid you have picked the wrong girl, Randy."
"I don't think I have," he smiled.
"Why not?" she asked curious to know how his mind reasoned.
"You're not a virgin, baby," he grinned knowingly.
That did it. It made her so furious that she slapped his face.
"I told the truth," he laughed.
That made her even more disgusted.
"What are you talking about?" she said. "I ought to have a lawyer listening and then I'd sue you for saying a thing like that. That's slander."
"It is not," he smiled, "it has to be a lie to be slander. And I was only telling the truth."
She looked at him strangely, wondering if he possessed a mystical power that could reveal to him about her past.
"How did you guess that," she asked, "of course it's the wrong guess. But I would like to know how you arrived at your wrong conclusion."
"Wrong conclusion," he said, "I don't quite think so."
"Of course it was," she said, "and you know it, very well."
"Sweetheart," he said, "you are a dear liar."
"I'm not a liar," she said, "when you get to know me better you will know that."
"I don't know who you've been making it with," he said, "but you have the look of somebody who is sexually satisfied. Oh, I can tell it by your walk, the sparkle in your eyes. There's a certain something I can tell it by."
"That's a lot of hogwash," she said, "but I want to give you credit for one thing. You have a vivid imagination."
"Oh, I do," he laughed, "but sometimes a vivid imagination is really just truth."
"Well, sometimes a vivid imagination can get you in a lot of trouble. like now."
She got in Randy's car and they drove off together.
"I wonder why you like to tell lies?" he said, "are you covering up some secret?"
To herself she thought, it's not my secret, it's Uncle Frank's. He's the one that has the crush on me and why, why did I ever get involved in such a trap. These thoughts and thoughts like these whirled in her mind as she listened to him.
"A girl like you could drive any man ape," he said.
The words registered in her mind as she vividly recalled her Uncle Frank saying these very words only hours before.
"Frank," she said, "I wonder-"
"Now look, I'm not your Uncle Frank," he said, "remember me, I'm Randy!"
"Oh, Randy," she said wondering if she was flipping out, "I want to tell you something. You're a nice kid and all and I don't blame you for wanting to ball, however, don't you ever dig a girl for another reason ? "
"Well, I can't think of a better reason," he said.
"Don't you think that is terribly shallow?"
"What's shallow," he said, "I've got a limited vocabulary."
"Yeah," she said, "probably limited to the four letter words beginning with fuck!"
"Well, there's another one I like too," he said, "it involves the tongue."
She looked at him and glared as he opened his mouth and flicked his tongue around in the air.
"Quit making half-circles with your tongue in the air," she said, "you are not going to seduce me."
"Oh, yes, I am," he insisted, "and you're going to enjoy it too."
"Look, Randy," she said, "stop the car and let me out."
Randy stopped the car much to her surprise. Then Susan got out and began walking. She didn't ask one question as she walked away in the darkness.
Then she began worrying. She ran back to find him and he had already started up the engine.
"Stop Randy," she said, "stop. Some sex maniac might get me."
"He might be better at it than me," he chuckled.
She got in the car with him and sat beside him.
"I'm sorry, I sounded off," she said, "I suppose you have one idea on your mind and you feel you have every right to."
"Well, I figured I had a right to get a fuck, now and then," he said. "What normal guy doesn't?"
"Well, that's true," she said, "but really Randy do you think you should be screwing girls like me?"
"That's the best kind," he said, "not the tough bitches, a sweet girl like you."
"Randy," she said, "you are a very attractive young man."
"Let's just park," he said, "we don't need to go to a drive-in."
"If you want to, okay."
He parked the car. A few moments later on a bluff overlooking the lake, they sat with the moonlight filtering through the trees above them. He got out of the car.
"Let's just lie here," he said, "and use this blanket here."
He pulled a blanket out of the back seat and she smiled.
"You come prepared, don't you?" she said. "I do baby," he said, "I do."
He reached in and brought out a thermos jug. "What have you got in that."
"Coffee," he smiled.
He poured some for her in a small container and handed it to her. She sipped it.
"That's not coffee," she said, "that's not coffee at all."
"No, it's a lot better than coffee," he said, "go ahead, baby, it won't hurt."
As she drank the contents of the container, she felt a lift.
"Oh, I feel great," she sighed, "yes, baby, yes."
"You're a real turn-on, honey," he smiled, "a real turn-on."
The two of them were really getting stimulated now looking at each other.
"Baby," he said, "those breasts, are they real?"
"Of course, they are," she smiled.
"But I wouldn't know for sure unless I saw them."
"And I know what the next step is," Susan laughed. "You wouldn't know if they were for real unless you touched them. Then!"
"Then, heaven," he smiled.
He reached over and began helping her out of her blouse. With her blouse off, she refused to take off her bra.
"You can see them," she said softly, "but that's enough."
As he sat there looking at her in her bra, he realized that she did indeed have gorgeous breasts. He would have much preferred to see more of her, but that was impossible.
"Now, sweetheart," he smiled at her, "Let me tell you something. If you use your wits we can really have fun. But, I'm going to insist on one thing. That you never tell anybody."
"Well, what do you want me to do, Randy?" she said, "you make it sound like murder."
"Well, it's just my own hang-up."
"What is your hang-up?" she asked.
"It's a weirdo," he said, "I like to look at pictures, you know."
"Of naked women, no doubt," she said.
"How did you guess?"
"Oh, that was easy, baby, most men do."
"But I have my variation," he said.
"What's that," she asked curiously.
"Well, when I'm looking," he smiled, "I like to reach down with one hand and grip the balls and reach with the other and...."
He stopped talking. He was a little bit shy and embarrassed to tell her what he did.
"Go on, Randy," she said, "no one will ever know but me."
"I'll confess," he said. "I use my hand."
"Well, what has that got to do with me?" she asked her forehead creasing as she wondered if he expected her to reach out and grip his penis for him.
"Well," he hesitated, "if you really don't want to ball, you could just take off everything and then I could-"
"You could what?" she asked seriously.
"You could let me ball with my hands."
"Oh, no, Randy, that would be ridiculous. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to touch me and maybe just press it against me, but I don't think you should stick it in me."
"Oh, could I?" he asked eagerly, "could I really?"
"Yes, Randy," she said, "I think it would be good for you to have something to do with a woman. Now you go right ahead."
It was becoming perfectly obvious to her that she might indeed be performing a service for young Randy. She looked at him sadly and said, "You know Randy, I had you figured so differently."
"Yeah," he said, "I put on a wild impression, don't I."
"You certainly do, sweetheart," she said. "I usually tell the girls I am going to be a wild fuck," he chuckled.
"Now why do you say that?"
"Because, baby," he said, "I want to give the impression that I'm a real stud. Because I am sure I am."
"Oh, Randy," she said, "you almost make me laugh, but it's sad."
"It is, isn't it," he said.
"Randy," she said, "I'm going to let you look at my breasts and if you want to you can touch them. I'll even let you lick them."
He was too flabbergasted to say another word. He was overcome with passion and desire.
"Alright, here they are."
Quietly, she slipped the bra off. As the giant sized breasts popped into view, his mouth watered.
"Oh, Susan," he smiled, "what a pair of knockers you've got. That's too much."
"Aren't they tremendous?" she said, "I'm not humble."
"Well, who could be humble with a pair of tits like that?"
"Don't refer to them as tits," she said, "I hate all that cheap talk. Why don't you just call them bosoms or breasts?"
"Alright," he smiled, "I'll call them bosoms."
Now that she was satisfied that he had referred to her adornments in the proper manner, she didn't mind at all that his fingers were touching them.
"Actually," she said, "I'm doing you a favor, I'm giving you a sex education. It's a very pragmatic course."
"What's pragmatic?" he asked, looking up.
"That's practical, baby," she said, "isn't this a practical way to learn all about sex?"
"Yes," he smiled, "beautiful."
Bending over he made a tongue trail to the nipple of her left breast and while he was licking on its nipple, he manipulated his fingertips around the other breast.
"Randy," she sighed, "oh, yes, darling, that's beautiful. I love it!"
The super sensations that were flooding his being now, were really getting to him.
"Keep that up, darling," she sighed, "that's what I want."
The passionate pleasure that he was feeling at this moment was increasing in intensity.
"Lick them," she sighed softly, "Lick my beautiful bosoms,. "
Now Randy was licking. His tongue was making a trail from one nipple to the other. Always, his hand was busy. When he wasn't licking one breast he was massaging and playing with it. When he pulled away, she asked him quietly, "How was it?"
"Delicious," he smiled, "just delicious, lover."
Now she was ready to give him more.
"Well, your sex education course wouldn't be complete without seeing down there."
"I want to see it down there," he smiled.
"Okay, honey," she said, rising.
Dramatically she got to her feet and then slid out of her skirt. She had tight fitting panties that revealed a moist crotch.
"Oh, wow!" Randy said, hardly able to keep his hands from pulling her panties down.
She observed his shyness and she said quietly, "You can pull them down if you want to."
"I want to," he said, "I really want to."
Reaching up he slowly slid the sheer, lacy panties off her. As he did so, her vagina came into view. As he looked at it, he licked his lips excitedly.
"You like that, huh?" she giggled.
"Oh, I love it, baby," he panted, "Let me get in there with my tongue."
"You're too young to use your tongue," she said. "I bet you don't even know how to do it."
"To tell you the truth, I don't," he said, "but I heard so much about it from the guys at college that I thought it was the thing to say to a chick to turn her on."
"That depends," she said, "if you had your tongue running into too many pussys, no girl is going to want you. It isn't sanitary, honey."
"Forget that part of it," he said, "It's luscious. Let me lick it."
His eyes were riveted on her moist fur-trimmed triangle.
"Oh, Randy, baby," she said, "slow down, honey. Take it cool."
"Yes baby," he smiled, "but you're driving me up the wall."
"Am I really," she laughed.
"You know it, honey," he nodded.
Moment by moment he was getting more turned on and so was she.
"Oh, baby," he sighed, "are you ever gorgeous. Oh, honey, let me lick."
She was really excited now. Every second she was becoming more and more stimulated at the prospect of making love to him.
"Sweetheart," she sighed, "just gently slide your tongue around. None of that rough stuff. I hate it when a groovy guy grabs the ass and plunges in there. I like it slow and easy."
"Sounds like you've had quite a few," he said softly.
"Well, I've had my share," she said, "not too many, not too few, just right."
He didn't wait for anymore small talk. His hands reached up to grip her ass-cheeks. Then as he went to town with his tongue, he sniffed the aroma of her moisture. It thrilled and elated him. This was the moment of truth that he had waited for for so long. He always wondered how and when and where it would happen. Little did he realize when he first met dreamy little Susan that she would be the one to guide his sliding tongue into her womanhood.
"Oh, Randy," she sighed, "you don't know what you're doing to me. Go in there, lick it, love it. Oh, yes, baby, yes, that's what I want."
The hot passion was pulsating through her body at this point and burning them both up with lust.
"Slow down that tongue, honey," she told him, "you are moving in a bit too fast."
He slowed down his tongue movements. He didn't want to go too quickly.
"Yes, yes, lover, that's it. Lap it up, lick it up. Oh, that's what I want!"
The hot delight of what was happening now was really reaching her now.
"Eat me," she begged, "eat me, baby."
The delicious substance was building now and she could hardly stand it.
"That's it, baby, lick the love button. You see it?"
Randy saw it alright and it was all that he had hoped for and more. Licking it swiftly, he found his delighted tongue moving faster. It was almost as if he had inherited a distinctive tongue tempo.
"Pick up the pace, sweetheart," she said, "that's too slow for a fast girl."
Indeed it was too slow for Susan because she was a very fast girl. She was grinding her hips now as his tongue now was sliding in. She loved the feel of his hot hands on her buttocks.
"Massage the ass, sweetheart," she smiled at her young lover as he knelt before her.
"Now, you're doing it, baby, just like a pro!"
That statement made him so remarkably happy that he pulled his tongue up and glanced at her.
"Am I really that good ? " he grinned.
"You're great," she said, "and you're going to be greater when you get your tongue back in there and talk about it later."
"Alright," he agreed, as he slid his tongue back into her furry hole.
Now, he was pumping away with feverish pitch.
"Yes, baby, come on, do it. Oh, ahh, yes, yes. Love it, lap it. Ohh, Randy," she panted, as she ground her hips and tossed her head to this side and that. Her lust-glazed eyes glanced down at him. He was exciting her. She was an exciting sight for him to see. Her long hair flying as he did his thing.
"Stick it in," she panted, "pump it to me. Oh, sweetheart, now you're loving it. Lick it Lash it!"
Urged on, spurred by her compliments, Randy was performing to optimum.
"Eat it," she cried in sexual ecstasy, "eat it. Eat it, baby. Eat the pussy. Now you're doing it. Yes, baby, gorgeous. That's the way to do it. Love it!"
The hot tongue lashed away at the clit. The pleasure did not diminish. It increased with every throbbing plunge of the slippery tongue.
"Oh, ah, Randy, lover, Randy!"
Reaching down she guided the head of the young, shy man. She considered herself quite a lover and Uncle Frank had been her teacher. Now, she felt it her solemn duty and obligation to pass on all the delightful lovemaking tricks that she had learned to her young, temperamental and somewhat shy lover. Randy felt happy. This was his opportunity to make it.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes!"
The pumping tongue was bringing her increasing pleasure with every movement.
"Oh, I just love it," she sighed, "I love it, baby!"
The super sensations that were surging through her body now were really getting to her.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "what a beautiful, beautiful baby!"
All at once she gushed. Now, he licked quickly.
"That's it, baby," she said, "get all of it. Good to the last drop!"
She reached down, guiding his head as his hot tongue pumped away, licking up her juices.
"Oh, sweetheart," she panted, "you don't know what you're doing to me with that tongue of yours."
Little did she know that he did. For, he had imagined doing it over and over. And in imagination he had licked like this time and again. So once the beautiful opportunity had presented itself, he made the most of it and let his sliding tongue pump away.
"Oh, Randy," she sighed, "you're too much. You're too much!"
He pulled his tongue out and grinned.
"You're sweet to eat," he smiled, "really sweet, baby."
She laughed gaily as she looked at him.
"Now I haven't seen you, honey, at all," she smiled smoothly. "When does that pleasure come?"
"Hey, I'll give you that pleasure, treasure, any time."
"Hey, that rhymes, honey," she said, "you're poetic."
"I guess I'm passionate, baby," he said, "pure passion."
"I'll help you undress," she smiled, as she walked toward him naked. Now she undid his belt and then she reached in under his shorts and felt his rod.
"Oh, honey," she cried, "just in time. I feel by the head of it, that you're starting to juice."
"Just beginning, baby," he said, "the flash flood hasn't happened yet."
"That's when I want my mouth capped over it," she said, "I bet you give a good load."
"You're betting right, baby," he smiled, "and the balls are sure loaded after that beautiful kissing and loving session with your pussy."
"Alright honey," she said, "slide out of everything. I want you bare-assed naked, just like you made me get."
He slid off his shirt while she helped him with his pants. Soon he was down to his shorts. She glanced at them and smiled.
"Those are what you call brief briefs, aren't they honey?" she said.
"Do you like them?" he asked.
"Sure do, honey," she said, "why?"
"Well, the guy who sold them to me told me that women dig these."
"Well, good, and I can see why. It lets the old cock show itself off to best advantage,"
"You know it," he said, smiling.
Now she was ready. As he slowly slid out of his shorts she got a good look at his huge tool.
"Oh, you've got a big one, baby," she smiled, "a real big one."
"Yes, I have, honey," he smiled, "do you like it?"
"I can tell better when I skin it back and look at the head," she informed him. Then reaching down she gripped his tool and proudly pulled it back. As he saw her doing it, he trembled with passion and excitement.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's beautiful!"
He was indeed excited and delighted now.
"Will you do me?" he smiled.
"Sure, honey," she said. "Let's lie down on that blanket again. I'll show you some lovemaking."
He lay on the blanket.
"Honey," she said, "Let's build up some suspense."
"If you want to do it that way," he smiled, "do it that way." Now, she had him lying on his stomach. She began massaging his back, working down to the swells of his buttocks. Then she brushed her generous sized breasts over his ass.
"Oh, do I ever like it," he told her, "that's what I love. Brush those beautiful bosoms down on my buttocks."
She crushed them down and then added a little tongue licking sensation too. His spine tickled as she licked away at his buttocks. She would massage one cheek as she licked the other. He liked this excitement. Then gently she would lick at the crack. That was as far as she would go.
"Flip over, sweetheart," she said, "so that I can go down."
"Oh, baby," he panted, "it's too much."
Her mouth was sliding down his shaft. Her tight lips encased his thrusting tool and he quivered with passion and desire.
"Oh, honey," he told her, "you have no idea how much you turn me on. Yes, baby, yes, that's what I want. All the way."
The passion was building in him every minute. He could hardly stand it.
"Oh, love me," she begged, "Love me darling."
The super delight of the hot licking tongue was making them more excited together.
"Oh, sweetheart, let me feel your throat."
He rammed it hard and the head of the shaft touched the back of her throat. "Oh, I love this," he panted, "I love that, baby."' All at once she felt a little juice erupt. She slid off quickly.
"I'm warning you baby," she said, "if you don't watch it, you'll have premature orgasm." His face clouded.
"What is that?" he asked cautiously. "It's bad, baby," she said, "real bad. You want this thing to last as long as it can. Right."
"Right," he agreed.
"Well, okay," she told him, "then you got to do it just right." He smiled at her now.
"Sweetheart," she said, "just plunge in slower. When you're ready to gun it, just rev your engine up."
"Okay, honey," he said, "but it will be very difficult to slow it down when you excite me so much."
Now the pumping tool went into her. Every second became more and more exciting.
"Do it, baby," he gasped, "do it!"
The super sensations were flooding his being now and were almost more than he could bear.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's the way!"
The furious pitch of thrusting increased in intensity. Now they were going out of their gourds with delight.
"Eat it," he told her excitedly, "eat it, baby, eat it."
It wasn't taking Randy long to overcome his shyness. As his well lubricated shaft slid in and out, her lips tightened on it. Gently she bore down with her teeth. She looked at it and admired the size of it. It was thick and hard and long. She liked his curly, brown pubic hair. And she enjoyed the sight of his balls. One was hanging lower than the other, and they were swinging in unison now as they thrust forward with him.
Grasping her head, he held her in place.
"Eat it," he told her, "eat cock. Oh give me a good head job. That's it. That is beautiful. Yes, yes, yes!"
He was going at it much too intensely and this annoyed her. She didn't want him to spurt in spasms of sperm but she wanted him to rhythmically slide in there. With a well lubricated cock going down her throat, she realized that it would be fun, if he would use a little bit of reserve. But she couldn't tell him exactly how to use his own penis, so she relented and let him do it as he wanted.
In rapid fire thrusts he continued riding into her. Grasping her head he guided her carefully. He liked to watch his own saliva-slickened tool as he glanced down.
"Eat me," he cried, "eat me, baby, eat it all!"
Suddenly, she felt him revving up. She knew that he was getting ready for the final plunge into her face.
"Oh, ahh, yes, yes, yes."
Now he was going out of his mind with delight as she finished.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "wow!"
It was a magical moment for her as the hot juice jetted into her mouth.
"Lick it, baby, lick it."
Now he was delighted and stimulated.
"Oh, ahh, yes, baby, yes. That's what I want!"
The super sensations that were flooding him now really turned him on all the way.
"Oh, ah, yes, sweetheart, yes. That's what I dig."
Now, he was going out of his mind with delight as she continued doing her thing.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that is wild. You really know how to do it, honey. Yes, baby, yes, all the way."
When she had finished draining him, she slowly slid her mouth off his tool, and then she kissed the head of it affectionately and reached down to cup his big balls in her hand and toyed with them. He loved the feel of her fingers massaging his testicles.
"You really know how to make love." he said. Susan smiled at him.
"That's because I'm a loving person," she said, "and a loving person isn't afraid to make love to every part of the body. But it's more than that, honey," she explained. "You are a nice person."
He looked down at her shyly and asked, "Am I really?"
"Sure you are," she said, "I will admit that you came on pretty strong tonight and all that talk about you being a wild fuck was a lot of crap. Nevertheless, honey, all you wanted was to get your rocks off, right?"
"Right," he said, "you hit it right on the nail."
She smiled and laughed.
"You're a wonderful guy," she assured him, "and believe me you deserve a lot of congratulations."
"For what?" he asked her.
"For being as decent as you are," she said, "that's why I enjoyed your thing."
"My cock enjoyed it too," he smiled.
He sat down beside her now and gently wrapped his arms around her. She loved it when he crushed his chest against her breast.
"Would you mind rubbing them back and forth for me?" he smiled shyly.
"If that's what you would enjoy, Randy," she smiled, "that's what I will do for you."
She massaged her breasts into his chest. He loved the sensation this produced.
"Beautiful, baby, beautiful."
No doubt about it she was really turning on with him.
"Honey," she smiled, "if you keep this up, you'll be getting me hot again."
"Well, that's the general idea," he grinned, "wouldn't you like to ball with me once more?"
"Once more with feeling," she laughed.
"Right on," he said, "that's the only way to fuck."
"Yes, Randy," she said, "it is, but not many people realize that."
"I guess that's true. They are selfish. All they want is their own satisfaction and they never think that they actually are communicating with part of their flesh with another person, do they ? "
"Right," she said, "say anything you want about fucking, but after all is said and done it's the communication of more than two bodies, but two personalities."
"Merging into one," he completed the idea for her.
"Randy, baby," she smiled, "we are going to make it again. Lots of times."
"You bet your sweet ass we will."
"Should you be saying ass?" she asked, puzzled.
"Well, it makes me horny to say it," he smiled.
"Well, if it makes you horny to say ass, you say ass and it's first class."
Before they would go on with some more action, he wanted to get some more liquor to drink. He reached over for the container and poured another drink.
"You drink quite a bit of that stuff, don't you, Randy?" she asked, puzzled.
"Yes, baby," he said, "it's laced with something."
"I'm afraid to ask," she laughed, as she drank herself.
Now the two of them were happy and stimulated.
"You're beautiful, baby," he told her, "you really are and you don't know how much I am enjoying this."
The sensations that were flooding through her body at this point were really getting to her.
"Baby," he smiled, "you are a wow!"
"Am I?" she grinned.
"Yes, baby," he assured her, "you really are." The two of them were relaxing now. Then he kissed her passionately.
"I love you baby," he said, "and nothing can ever change that."
"Well, I love you too, darling," she sighed, "and I want you an awful lot."
The pleasure was building and once more they were passionately fond of each other.
"Brush those breasts across me again," he insisted.
She not only brushed her breasts but she brushed her cheeks and her lips. As he felt her lips pressing on his face at all sides, he whispered, "You're beautiful."
"So are you," she answered.
"No," Randy laughed, "I'm handsome. I can't be beautiful."
"Yes, you are," she insisted, "and all over too."
To emphasize what she meant by all over, she reached for his shaft and began toying with it.
"You like to play with that, don't you?" he grinned.
"Yes, honey," she said, "I do. It fascinates me."
"It's a funny thing, lover," he said, "but you fascinate me down there too."
"Maybe that's why opposites attract," she laughed.
"It very well may be," he grinned.
Then the two of them were locked in a tight embrace again. Sensuously their lips pressed against each other.
"Love me?" he smiled again.
"With all my heart," she said.
"Who could ask for anything more?" he laughed.
Then they finished their necking and got dressed. As they drove back to the city she was worried. She knew that her Uncle Frank would be furious. However, she tried to calm herself.
"Will I see you again tomorrow?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, Randy, of course you will."
"Your Uncle Frank won't mind?"
"Oh, not in the least," she said, "he is very broadminded in his thinking."
"Well, that's good," he said.
"Yes," she laughed, "it is good isn't it?"
"You bet, baby," he smiled.
Then they kissed and parted a few moments later.