Chapter 3

I felt so filled with happiness and excitement I thought I might just start to float away if Tom didn't hurry and get on top of me to hold me down. What was taking him so damned long? I opened my eyes to find out. Tom was standing over me, his pants and shorts dropped around his knees, his eager young cock thrust out proudly rigid before him looked beautifully ready. But he was frowning, a strange look in his eyes.

"What the hell's wrong?" I snapped. "What're you waiting for? I feel so hot I can't stand it!"

"But what about--" Tom broke off uncertainly.

"What about what?" I demanded impa- tiently.

"If your father finds out? What'll he do to me?"

I'd wondered whether or not the McKennas had been in town long enough yet to have heard about my father's reputation. It was obvious' now that they had.

"Isn't he liable to cut my thing off and skin me alive?" Tom persisted. "Maybe even kill me?"

I groaned in disappointement. I wanted to cuss Tommy out for being a gutless, snot-nosed kid. But fair's fair and not one of the boys I'd dated since school began had ever gone as far with me as Tom had this afternoon.

But I was still too filled with disappointment to be kind about it. I snapped, "All right! If you're afraid to fuck it, then kiss it, damn you! There's no way my father can ever find out if all you do is kiss it and lick it good for me!"

I scrambled up off the floor, rushed to the sofa, and threw myself on it with my ass out on the very edge of the cushion and my legs spread wide, naked and inviting, my clothes pulled up above my hips. I was ready. But Tom just stood staring like he'd turned to stone. I snapped, "Well?"

"Kiss it?" Tom murmured, his voice small and tight.

"Yes, kiss it, damn it!" I demanded.

"But you pee through that, don't you?"

"Maybe you think I don't wash myself off and wipe good every time after I pee?" I answered. "Maybe you think I'm too filthy dirty for you to even touch?"

"I don't think anything like that!" Tom cried, his anguished-sounding words rushing from him. "You're beautiful and sweet and--"

"Then kiss me, damn it!" I yelled at him. "Kiss me and lick me and love me and send me to heaven with your tongue, if you're afraid to use your cock!"

Tom fell to the floor between my legs upon his knees, his eyes looking glazed, like someone who had been hypnotized. Without further hesitation, he thrust his face straight into the curly bush of my pubic hair and blindly started kissing the hair. He knew even less about what was hidden under that curly muff than I did, but he was my obedient slave, trying his best to do what I'd ordered.

I opened my legs even wider, craning my neck to look down at that bush Tom was kissing. I saw the curly foliage separate and a steaming valley open in the forest. Tom paused in his blind kissing, staring in amazement at this revelation I'd opened before his very eyes. Suddenly he glanced up at me, his eyes wide with wonder. He murmured, "You smell beautiful! Delicious! Is that what I ought to kiss and lick?"

"Try it," I urged. "I don't know. No one ever did anything like this to me before."

Tom smiled suddenly, looking eager and delighted. "I'm so glad!" he exclaimed. "You tell me where it feels good. I'll kiss you and lick you and love you anywhere you want. You just tell me."

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" I promised. I felt like I might vanish in a cloud of smoke if he didn't get his mouth on that mysterious slit of mine to cool it off.

But when Tom's lips and tongue touched the burning lips of my bare cunt, they just got hotter! I'd never felt anything like it. .Suddenly I felt real fear I might be blasting right out of my mind, there was such an overwhelming tidal wave of sensation roaring through me. Almost before I knew what was happening, all the muscles throughout my entire lower belly were pulsating frantically as I began coming so hard it seemed to me it surely would tear my body apart. But if it killed me, I knew I was going to die supremely happy. I didn't make a single move to stop the wonderful things Tom's lips and tongue were doing to me down there. If death was the price, I was willing, eager, and ready to pay in full, just so long as he didn't stop doing what he was doing as long as I still had any remaining sense of feeling.

It was wild and wonderful and unbelievable! It went on and on and on, seeming to get even more intense the longer it lasted. My senses were reeling. I seemed to begin slipping in and out of consciousness. Then abruptly Tom stopped, jerking his head up, taking his wonderful mouth and tongue away from my trembling cunt. I tried to scream, but my throat was so constricted with my passion that only a whisper came as I protested, "Don't stop!"

Then I heard the squeaking crunch of footsteps on the snow-covered front porch steps. Tom went scrambling toward the kitchen, pulling up his shorts and pants as he went. I started after him, remembered my discarded panties, and scrambled back to grab them frantically. Feet were stamping upon the porch. I saw the front doorknob turning. I was caught! But the door was locked, fortunately. As a key rattled in the lock, I made it through the swinging door into the kitchen.

I found Tom jerking his pants zipped closed. He glanced up at me, eyes frightened, and whispered, "What'll we do?"

"Go wash your face in cold water," I snapped urgently. "Pretend like you've just been using the bathroom. Act just like you would any other time."

I grabbed my schoolbooks from the kitchen table and scooted up the backstairs on tiptoe to the room I used. As I reached the head of the stairs, the front door slammed downstairs, then Tom's mother called cheerfully, "Are you home, Tommy?"

As if her call was a cue, a sound came of the downstairs toilet being flushed, followed by Tom's surprised call, "Is that you, Mother?"

I crept on to the door of my room, opened it carefully, slipped inside and closed it behind me. Then I had to hurry to the bed and drop my books on it before I dropped them on the floor. I sat down, feeling spent physically but charged emotionally. Charged with frustration and fury. Everything had seemed so perfect. What had gone wrong?

Then in the distance I heard the wail of a train whistle and knew what had happened. When she couldn't get through to one of the church ladies on the phone, Tom's mother had taken the train home. Silently I cursed her.