Chapter 9
"If you don't want to play, at least you could give me a nice treat," Terri said, drawing her skirt back until her sheer, green panties showed.
Dee had been to the bathroom, she had cleaned herself, and now she wished the redhead would leave. Carl surely wouldn't try to break in her apartment. Other tenants lived nearby; he couldn't afford a real scandal.
"Please!" Dee begged. "Can't you think of anything else?"
"Not when I'm turned on, honey." Terri giggled.
"You've had too many drinks," Dee said, the view of the other's almost naked pussy stimulating her more than she cared to admit.
"I know it, and booze always makes my nipples stiff and my clit hard."
Dee flushed. Another dirty expression. She hadn't heard a clitoris called that. She started to ask Terri to leave, but somehow she couldn't. She would just have to wait until the redhead gave up. She didn't want to make Terri sore; there could be trouble at work, and around town.
Terri scooted the thin, green panty from her hips, worked it down her thighs and kicked it on the floor. She opened her blouse and unfastened her daring bra, which just happened to come apart in front.
"What're you doing?" Dee gasped.
"Well, just open your robe and let me look at your stuff and if you won't play with my pussy, I will."
"You're horrible!" Dee exclaimed.
"Honey, I know you've played stinky-finger," Terri laughed, dropping her right hand onto her auburn-bushed crotch. "I heard about these two frustrated, married gals. Very funny. They wouldn't touch each other' but they got their kicks by watching each other masturbate. Okay, here goes nothing."
Dee shuddered. She wanted to turn her head, but she couldn't. She was opening her robe, she was turning on. This talk seemed to ignite her passion. Again she felt the forbidden lure of Terri's body, she remembered her passionate experiences. But she had a boy friend now. Why this? Because she couldn't let go with John; she hadn't even touched his pants.
It occurred to her that she could learn something from Terri. If she ever expected to have a breakthrough with John she had to batter down her innate reserves and act like a normal girl her age. If she could keep objective about this thing, she could become a better-informed lover. And what girl didn't want to be an expert in the bedroom? Maybe John would appreciate a little sexy talk, too.
Ohhh, I want to please him in every intimate way.
"Oh, all right!" Dee said, drawing the folds of her robe apart. She wore nothing underneath. She spread her legs, so Terri could see her clit; she leaned forward and weaved her shoulders, causing her tits to sway and jiggle.
"Well, honey, that's more like it." Terri cried, staring avidly. She aimed a finger at her pussy and touched the tiny, pink tip of her clit. Her left hand rose to her tits; she fondled them, tweaking the pink, erecting nipples.
"Is this turning you on, honey?" Dee asked, thrusting with her hips.
"Jazzy." Terri giggled. "John been giving you lessons?"
I wish he would! Dee thought, wiggling her ass. She leaned back indolently and opened her thighs farther. She was practicing. She reached up and cupped her own tits.
The finger on Terri's clit moved around and around. "Ahhhhh," she breathed, curving her pussy higher. "This is going to be a good one, honey."
Dee practiced some more. "Are you about to come, Terri?"
"Yes, yes!" the redhead panted. "Play with your pussy."
"Oh, I just want you to look at it, sweet."
Terri's hands moved faster. She paused, her legs shaking. "I wondered when you'd start to swing, honey. Why don't you come over here and make me come?"
"This is too much fun." Dee laughed, enjoying herself. "I want to watch you come."
She used me, now I'm using her, Dee thought. The next time I go out with John, I'll be bolder and sexier. I'll ask him to play with my legs; he seems to like them. I'll reach inside his pants and touch his prick. Ohhhh, I can hardly wait.
"Ahhhh!" Terri moaned, her hips moving faster. Her finger was inside her pussy, now. She was breathing hard and thrusting with girlish abandon. Dee imitated the other girl's actions. Terri's eyes widened, her face turned very pink, her mouth opened.
"Come!" Dee cried.
"Ohhhh, you sexy thing'." Terri wailed. "Here it goes."
The shudders and shakes of the redhead's body gave Dee a vicarious thrill. She knew just how Terri felt. The sweet beats were tearing at her cunt, her tits were stinging and throbbing.
"Uhhh-ohhhh-shit." Terri bleated, twisting and writhing on the sofa. Her hand gripped her pussy, she slumped backward, panting hunching out the last of her thrills.
The vision wasn't as enthralling to Dee as she had expected. By changing her perspective, she had managed to keep uninvolved; she didn't need an orgasm. After all, John had given her three of them already, in one evening. She was very fortunate, really.
"Ohhhh," Terri sighed, opening her eyes, drawing her hand from her moistened cunt. "I wanted you to go off, too!"
Dee picked up another choice expression, although she had known that men talked that way. Was it wrong for a sexy girl to say it? Maybe, at exactly the right time.
"I had my fun with John, honey," Dee said, feeling triumphant.
"Well, you helped me a lot, honey." Terri giggled.
I've whipped this girl thing, Dee thought. I know it now. I don't need her in a sexual way, any more. But I do appreciate the things I've learned from her.
Perhaps Sarah and Candy weren't as bad and dirty as she had believed. Maybe they said those things to make the man more active and excited. I never considered that.
Sexy conversation could be a part of the sex play, as important as fondling and caressing. How dumb she was.
Oh, I wish John was here right now. I'd do my best to please him in every way. On our next date I'll try very hard. I do hope he wasn't too angry when he left.
John got ready for bed again.
I kissed her and played with her tits. She banged again. What a hot, delicious mouth, what responses! I'm doing better. Just as she went off I creamed my jeans. Then that redhead had to show up. Quite a sexy looking number, but Dee's the girl I want, man.
He was puzzled and angry about the interruptions, The spooky phone call, then the pounding on the door, the runaway car. No wonder she hadn't been able to relax. The whole evening had been a mixed-up series of highs and lows.
Well, I had a climax with her, even if it was kid stuff. I'll call her the first thing tomorrow. I want to get her out alone somewhere so there won't be any foul-ups. I've been so busy thinking about the sexual things, I hardly really know her.
Man alive, I wonder if she'll go steady with me?
Dee sat rigidly in the front seat of John's sedan, watching the scenery as he drove north from Sumpter toward a lake resort area. He had called her at ten o'clock Sunday morning, and she had said she would go for a drive with him. It was now early afternoon; they had the whole rest of the day together!
Dee wore a new shorty skirt that Terri had talked her into buying; she wore nylons and heels and a revealing blouse that buttoned down the front. Underneath she had on the bare essentials, including a new daring open-in-front bra of bright pink. She had spent an hour on her hair and makeup. However, she was still self-conscious, about her long legs, her inexperience, so many things!
Why can't I slide over beside him and snuggle up, like most gals do on a date?
John looked terribly handsome and young, maybe too young. He wore a sport shirt and slacks, loafers. Their jackets were in the back seat. The weather was warm, but there had been off-season rains in recent weeks. When John had placed their jackets in the rear seat, she had noticed a folded blanket there.
I wonder if he's ever stretched a girl out on it?
They had been talking inanely, about the weather, their work. Nothing really important.
I've had three climaxes with him, but I'm still frightened, she thought. I'm uptight. He's been looking at my legs and my blouse, I told myself last night I'd try to be relaxed and giggly, like Terri, but I can't. Ohhhh, hell. But we are getting acquainted.
"I'm glad you're thinking about college," she said. He had mentioned it earlier. "Are you starting this fall?"
"I think I can make it," he answered. He wasn't relaxed, either.
"You'll be leaving Sumpter, I suppose."
"Yes, I'll live at Moscow, near the University."
I wish I could tag along, she thought. This is awful. Maybe if we had a drink or two . . .
"Say, there's a tavern up ahead. Would you like a beer, Dee?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed. It was a modern, clean looking place. She hoped there wouldn't be any roughnecks around. She needed to go to a rest room, too. Ever since he had called she had started having wetness between her thighs! She was puffy down there already, her tits were pushing at her bra; she was fluttery and nervous inside.
She had heard about younger girls who went with guys several times before getting kissed, but she was twenty-five! They had danced, he had played with her tits, they had kissed passionately and she had climaxed deliciously with him; but now they were almost like strangers again. She had lived alone too long; she had been exposed to the realities of creaking bedsprings and lusty sex and cries of delight from Sarah's bedroom; she wanted to feel John, to touch him, but her old modesty and shyness were hard habits to break.
I don't feel quite so guilty now about the things I did with Terri, but they're haunting me. Damn.
John parked his car at the rear of the quaint-looking tavern. No other autos were in sight; this would be a great time to sneak a kiss or two.
Dee looked terrific today; in fact, she looked so sexy he was scared. She had asked enough questions to know that he had finished high school only two years before; he had been smart enough to get through ahead of schedule, and he had mentioned that, too. Dumb.
She's about seven years older than I am, he thought, darkly. She's just humoring me, even though I look about her own age. I've been in bed with two women already, and I'm almost afraid to touch her. She's a nice girl; I'll just have to wait. She isn't saying do things to me today! Why the hell can't I tell a joke or something? I'm as nervous as a goddamn twelve-year-old!
His prick was pushing up along his belly, he was positive she could see the rise in his pants; he would have to put his jacket on when they went in the tavern. Those long, sleek thighs of hers, slightly opened, the alluring tits inside her low-cut blouse, were bringing juice out on the knob of his cock.
If I don't get at her pretty soon I'll have to go in the tavern can and jack off! he thought. My balls have been aching ever since she climbed-in the front seat.
He cut the motor and looked across at her; she looked back, her cheeks flushed, the pupils of her dark eyes very large; her sensual lips were parted, her hands were clutching too tightly at her bag.
"What the hell's the matter with us?" he muttered, his eyes sweeping from her luscious thighs, where the short hem struck them, up to her well-filled blouse and along her pinking throat, to her tempting lips.
"I-I wish I knew!" she wailed. "I-guess I'm afraid."
Suddenly the rear door of the tavern opened and a mini-skirted blonde and a tall college-looking youth came out, laughing. She swerved boldly against him, mouth upturned. He mashed his lips into hers and pulled her in tight. She weaved her fancily-clothed ass. The way their heads were turned, Dee could see the man's tongue working in and out of the blonde's opened mouth. His right hand went between them; he cupped a sweatered tit.
Dee shuddered with unrequited longing. The two were so involved with their mutual enjoyment, evidently half-high on beer, that they appeared not to notice John's car or its occupants. Now, her right hand slipped to the man's cock; she was shaping his stiffened prick. The lump in his pants was very obvious. The sex play and the kissing continued.
Dee felt need racing through her. Being so near John for over half an hour, her erotic fantasies about what she would like to do with him, and seeing the ridge in his pants where his cock was swelling out, her frantic cravings, all began to surge her passion higher. I'm having a climax! she thought, wildly. John was aware of Dee's stiffening body; she turned her head, her legs jerked slightly, her neck turned very pink, and a quaking of her hips told him the story. She was going off.
The view in front of him, as the couple kissed and fondled, put a sharp, deep ache in his cock. But Dee's shivers excited him even more. The poor girl was so hot, she had been so turned on by his nearness, and the sexy display in front of his car, she was shuddering out her climax. He heard a muted cry of pleasure as she pushed her bag against her lap, very hard. He was almost ready to come himself."
The blonde and the youth broke apart; she laughed and patted his cock. Both suddenly became aware of the presence of Dee and John; they walked away, around the corner of the building, still laughing.
"I've got to go inside," Dee blurted, opening the car door on her side and swinging out.
"Sure," he muttered. When he climbed from the seat, the push of his prick farther along his belly suddenly triggered his lust. He gripped the side of the car, gasping and shaking. Dee glanced at him, turned her head quickly, and fled into the back door of the tavern. His hips lurched as the sweet spurts broke from his cock. Of all the crazy damned ways to climax! He panted through it and stood unsteadily on his feet, his ears ringing.
It was ridiculous! He hadn't even touched her or kissed her. The free, uninhibited show put on by the sexy, willing blonde had broken his passion.
Dee locked herself in a closed stall in the women's restroom and sank shivering onto the toilet seat. The sweet twitches of her orgasm still eddied lingeringly through her cunt. The crotch of her new panty was a mess! Her face still was flaming.
I'm horribly ashamed, she thought. John knows I had a climax. The way he looked, all doubled over, when he climbed out of the car, I think he had one, too!
When that young blonde caressed the man's cock, when his tongue went in and out of her opened lips, I almost fainted! I'm a bitch. I can't control myself.
When she came out of the rest room, her nerves quieter, her messy crotch cleaned, she saw John over in a corner booth in the shadowy lounge. He was ordering from a scantily-clad young waitress. Dee walked to the booth, thankful for the neoned dimness.
She slid in at his left, having trouble with her long legs, as usual.
"This is nice in here," she said, trying to be bright and casual.
"Yes!" he answered, smiling. Why couldn't she say what was in her mind? John, take me to a motel and work me over. Play with me and do it to me for hours.
Why couldn't she take a tip from Terri and whisper to John: Wasn't that something when the blonde started feeling his prick? I really had a dandy climax.
John had been to the can, also. He had wiped away the mess of come as best he could. Naturally, it took a girl longer to get squared away.
I'd like to take her out in the back seat and pour a hot load into her pussy right now! he thought, achingly. But I'm damn near tongue-tied again. We can't keep on this way. She's hot and I'm hot and why the hell can't we do something about it?
The beer came, two frosty glasses, and he firmed the resolve in his mind. * "Look, Dee. I know what happened a while ago, and it happened to me ... " His voice trailed off and he gulped cool beer. "Maybe I'm crazy. I know I'm crazy about you. Would you go to a motel with me?"
Dee almost dropped her glass. A shiver raced along her body. She couldn't look at him, her face was burning, her thighs were burning.
"In-daylight?" she quavered. He wants me, she thought, dizzily. A motel. How sexy. I want to, but can I, really?
"I guess we could pull the drapes," he muttered, looking down into his half-empty glass.
"But-what if somebody-?"
"If you don't want to, just say so," he blurted. "Sure, this is just our second date, but hell. We both know what's been going on!"
Her hands were trembling so wildly she took them from the glass. Her thoughts were spinning in erratic circles. Her heart pounded, her nipples turned pointy.
I want all of it, every thing any girl craves in a bed with a man.
Why can't I laugh and giggle about it, like Terri does, like that blonde did? They're probably going at it right now!
"Y-yes," she whispered. "But I'm-green!"
A wide smile broke on his lean, rugged face. "Right! Let's get out of here!"
"You-didn't hear me!" she said, her voice creaky.
"Sure, I did, Dee. Damn it, I don't know much, either."
He's been in a whore house, she thought, suddenly. He should know something.