Chapter 6
After Yale rolled off her, Sugar lay beside him on the couch, one of his arms draped lazily around her shoulders, fingers occasionally brushing her still-sensitive tits. With her head resting on his smooth, powerful chest, she could gaze down at his cock. It looked so pitifully harmless now, lying limp and shriveled against his right thigh. It was difficult to believe that this was the thing that had caused her defloration.
They lay there for long minutes of silence before Sugar could screw up courage enough to satisfy her curiosity and slide a hand down over his belly and touch his cock gingerly. She was amazed how flaccid it actually was.
"How...how long does it take to get hard again?" she ventured curiously.
"Anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour," he replied. "It all depends ..."
"On what?"
"The girl he's with," he said and rolled atop her again, rubbing his limp cock in her fur, kissing her, trying to work himself and her up. "Want it again-so much?"
She pushed up at him. "No!"
"You're lying," he teased, wedging a hand between her thighs and into her cunt, still filled with his semen. He began stroking her clit. It was highly sensitive and would have taken very little to turn her on again. But she managed to fight against it.
"I'd still like to try on the gown," she said. "Then will you come back here on the couch?" he exacted.
She met his gaze warmly. "If you want me to."
He moved aside and let her get up. It was strange. Now that he had screwed her, she felt no shame, standing naked before him. She couldn't help but wonder if she'd feel the same toward any man after it happened, or whether it was just Yale who could make her react this way.
"You'd better wash up before you try on the gown," he said as he got up off the couch. "If my old man ever found any blood stains or cunt juice on it, there'd be hell to pay."
She frowned at his choice of words but made no comment as she followed him to the door of the ladies' room. She was surprised to find that the John was as sumptuously equipped as the dressing rooms. There was even a shower and a bidet, with which she could thoroughly cleanse her vulva without wetting her hose. After she sprayed her body all over with a delicate, exotic perfume that she also found in the John, she rejoined Yale in the dressing room.
Sugar found out that during her absence, Yale had washed the blood from the leather cushion of the couch. But he hadn't bothered to put on any of his clothes and, as yet, the bone had not returned to his penis-which left her with mingled emotions. She was glad that he wouldn't try to make love to her until after she'd had a chance to try on the gown. But at the same time, her womanly pride was such that she didn't want to think she was so unattractive to him that he wasn't going to get hard again.
He handed her the white lace panties, watching the delicate pink lips of her cunt stretch as she lifted first one leg, then the other as she stepped into them. When the panties were fitted snugly to her crotch, Yale helped her into the white bridal gown, zipping it up the back for her.
She took a brief moment at the dressing table, repairing her makeup and running a comb through her long, shimmering brown hair. Then she turned for his appraisal. The fact that her pink nipples and areolas showed clearly through the peek-a-boo lace top didn't faze her at all. She struck a pose for him and asked, "You like, Mr. Ordway?"
His eyes widened as they swept over her, head to foot. "Terrific!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "I mean it. I've seen half a dozen or more women in that gown-some of them professional models-and I'll be damned if any one of them came even close to looking the way you do in it."
She took a step toward him and saw his cock lift its purplish head slightly. "You wouldn't fool a girl, would you?"
"Not you, I wouldn't." He grabbed her, pulled her close and kissed her. A kiss that took away her breath. She could feel his penis solidifying and tried to draw back from him.
"Darling," she reminded him as she glanced down at his prick that was starting to drool again. "You said not to get the gown stained."
He let her go.
Sugar posed another moment, vainly looking at her reflection in the wall of mirrors. The room seemed suddenly filled with a dozen or more images of herself, staring back at her, each one of them as dazzling as she. She could see as many likenesses of Yale, too, each with a spearlike cock that looked as if the tip of it had been dipped in fresh red paint.
She had heard that experiments had proven that some women could engage in intercourse with as many as twenty or more different men at a single session. Naughtily, she wondered if she could take care of all those erections of Yale's that were aimed at her in the mirrors.
She chased the thought at once, shocked that she could even entertain such an idea. Unless, of course, such thoughts had lain dormant inside her all these years and needed only this first taste of real sex to set them free. She reached a hand up behind her to open the zipper at the back of the gown and asked, sort of reluctantly, "Don't you think maybe we had better be getting to the dance?"
He stepped up behind her quickly and took over the task of opening the zipper, sliding it down below her waist. "You really want to go to the dance?"
She looked up at him over her shoulder. "Don't you?"
"Not particularly." He brushed the top of the gown off her right shoulder and sank his teeth gently into the soft, naked flesh of her shoulder where it was joined to her lovely white neck. His lips pulled hard.
Sugar was aware that she'd have a red mark there. The first hickey she'd ever known in her life. But she didn't care. She wouldn't mind if he put them all over her body. She'd wear them with pride, because he had put them there.
She could feel his semihard cock against the crease of her asscheeks as he pulled her back against him. Her cunt was starting to flood again. She could feel the warm stickiness between her thighs. She knew he must be starting to leak again, too, and she was worried about the gown.
"You'll get it all stained, darling," she whispered and rubbed her cheek against the top of his blond head as he continued to kiss her neck and ear and bared shoulder, turning her on all over again.
"We'll soon fix that," he said and worked the top of the gown off her other shoulder, then off her tits, then down over her hips so that it slid down her silk-encased legs to form a soft pool of white around her ankles. It took only an instant for him to bend forward, sweep up the dress and toss it carefully onto the chair so it wouldn't wrinkle. Then he turned her to face him, holding her close to him so that her spiked nipples were touching his smooth bare chest, his not yet fully hard cock flattened against her tummy.
"You're going to ruin these nice, new, lace panties," she pointed out to him. "Nobody else will ever be able to wear them."
"Nobody is going to have to wear them but you," Yale informed her.
She looked up at him incredulously. "You mean-they're mine?"
He nodded. "The whole works. The panties, garter belt, hose, slippers. Everything except the gown."
She kissed him appreciatively. Then curious, she asked, "Why did you want me to wear the bridal gown?"
He took his right hand from around her and ran it through his blond locks, sort of awkwardly. "Just a quirk. You'd think it was kind of goofy."
She reached up and took his face in her two hands so he'd have to meet her eyes. "Tell me, please. I want to know."
He shrugged uneasily. "Promise you won't think it's silly?"
"Promise."
The hand through his hair again. "Well, the other day when I came to school to pick up my sister and I saw you on campus, before I even knew who you were, you really bowled me over."
Sugar's knees began to weaken, and she got the funniest feeling in the pit of her stomach to think that he possibly could have felt the same way toward her that she felt toward him.
"I couldn't help but think what you must be like in bed," he confessed. "But I didn't want it to just be like it's been with everybody else. I wanted it to be different. I wanted it to be like it would if we were just married."
She moved close to him, both hands around his slim waist, head against his chest, so she could kiss one of his brown nipples.
"Then Julie told me who you were," Yale went on. "And I remembered all that talk about your mother when she and your old man were getting their divorce."
Sugar tightened a little.
"I knew my mother and father would never consent to me even going with you, let alone ever think about getting married," he admitted with brutal frankness. "I knew it would be at least a year or more before I'd be able to do a damn thing without their consent-especially if they cut me off without any money. I couldn't wait that long. I wanted you. So I figured out if I could get you to come here, have you put on the bridal gown-maybe I could get the feeling that you were my bride, that maybe you could feel that way, too." With one arm around her, hand down inside her panties holding her butt, he cupped her face in the other and held it up so he could kiss her. "I had good intentions. Damn good intentions. But when I saw you in only that garter belt and stockings-Jeez! A guy'd have to be queer, or impotent, or past the age to be able to hold out! But that doesn't mean I've changed my feelings about you. If anything, I want you to belong to me even more."
Sugar didn't even want to think that he might be just making up a story, feeding her the same line that he might have fed to every other girl he wanted to make.
"This is only the beginning, darling," he went on as he ran his tongue lightly over her lips. "I want to be with you every day of my vacation, for as long as I'm home. For a start, I want to take you to the graduation dance tomorrow night. Okay?"
"More than okay," she told him and kissed him as she felt him pull down her desire-drenched panties, grasp her bare buttcheeks in both hands and rub his cock in the rich fur that covered her mons, trying to arouse it to full size.
"I want you to be the most beautiful girl at the dance tomorrow night," he told her. "I want you to pick out any gown in the shop you want to wear."
"Any gown?" she echoed excitedly.
He wagged his head.
"The one I was just wearing," she said.
He frowned and drew back from her slightly. "But that's a wedding gown."
She smiled. "That's just it, darling. A graduation gown is like a wedding gown. You only get to wear it once."
His frown deepened. "Gosh, Sugar, I don't know. That's a designer's model. An exclusive. It came from Paris and hasn't been in the boutique even a week. Holy cow, my old man would know it was missing the minute he started taking inventory."
"He won't take inventory until after tomorrow night, will he?"
"No, but-"
"By that time we can have the gown back here, darling, and your father will never know the difference."
He kept looking down at her, puzzled. "But there's a whole shop full of gowns-why this one?"
She met his gaze unblinkingly. "Because it has special significance, darling. You picked it out for me, even helped me put it on. No gown in the whole world could possibly mean so much to me." Then she added beseechingly, "Please?"
He rubbed his strong jaw with his hand. "Let me think about it," he said, then with his arm around her waist he led her to the divan. "Lie down first, darling."
She hesitated beside the couch to look down at his cock. It was almost full size again.
"I don't know whether I can, Yale," she said reluctantly.
He frowned darkly. "You don't want to?"
Her arms went around him and she hugged against him tightly. "Oh, but I do, darling. I do. But it was the first time-and I'm still very tender down there."
He looked at her for a moment, calculatingly, then his eyes went to the wedding gown draped carefully over the back of the chair. "That gown really means so much to you?"
"Yes, it does."
"And you really want to wear it tomorrow night?"
"Very much."
He kissed her mouth, then moved his mouth down to kiss her nipples. "How much?" he exacted. "Enough to ... to do it another way?"
She felt her scalp tighten a little. "What other way?"
He straightened away from her, outlined her lips with his index finger and said "With this - your mouth"