Chapter 5
Celeste felt better the next day, and she and Pam took the train back home that evening.
She was quiet all the way, thinking about the unusual events of the week-end that she had just spent. It certainly had been quite a birthday, she had to admit that! No one could ever say that it had been dull, that was certain.
She looked out of the window, and watched the scenery slip by. Her mind wandered, thinking first of Pam and Margo, and then of Kirk. She also thought about her boyfriend, Jason.
She felt so different today. She wondered whether or not he would be able to sense the change in her.
She looked over at Pam, who was reading a magazine.
Pam sensed her sister's scrutiny.
She closed the magazine.
"What are you thinking?" she asked Celeste softly.
"Oh, I don't know. Just things."
"It's been a full week-end for you, hasn't it?"
"Yeah, kind of."
"How do you feel, Celeste?"
"Different."
"In what way?"
"I can't explain it really."
"Try."
The girl closed her eyes a minute, and thought hard.
"Older. More like a woman." she said after some time.
"Well, you are you know."
There was a pause.
"But Celeste, about Kirk ..." Pam began.
Celeste shuddered involuntarily.
"I know what you're thinking," Pam continued, seeing her sister wince at the mere mention of his name.
"I don't even want to remember that!" she said, and the tears crept into her eyes.
"I know baby, I know! But it isn't always like that between a man and a woman."
"That's what Margo kept saying."
"It's true! You have to believe that!"
"Really Pam!"
"Really!"
"How old were you the first time that you ... did it with some boy?" she asked in a shy tone of voice:
"About sixteen I think."
"Was it nice?"
"It was wonderful!"
"Would you tell me about it?" she asked eagerly, leaning forward in her seat a little bit.
"Of course!"
Pam cleared her throat, and began to talk.
"Well, it was that summer we went to camp in Vermont, do you remember?"
"Of course! Why didn't you tell me then?"
"Oh, I don't know. You were only thirteen then, and I thought that it might scare you or something."
"Was it that boy you used to hang around with, Jim or Tim or something like that?"
"No, no, it wasn't Jim. This was someone else. Someone older. I kept it hidden you see."
"Well tell me already! Who was it?"
"It was one of the senior counselors. He taught life-saving, and God, was he built!"
"Yeah, so what happened?" said Celeste, who was starting to get really interested in the story.
"He and I had been seeing each other all summer. But we didn't want people to know about it. There was so much gossip in that place, it could really make you sick. So we agreed to keep it cool in public.
But late at night, after we were supposed to be in bed, I would sneak out to meet him. The person who did the bed check was a friend of mine, and she never told anyone that I was going out after lights out. You remember that was strictly forbidden.
So I would go out, and walk over to the lake, where I would meet Damian."
"His name was really Damian?" said Celeste, incredulous.
"Yeah, isn't that great? Well, so was he! He was eighteen, with jet black hair, and these wonderful greenish-yellow eyes. I always told him that he looked like a cat, or a tiger or something. And he was really tanned, and had this smooth, almost hairless body, with perfect, rippling muscles. God, I cream just to think of him again?"
The two of them giggled at this.
"Anyway, getting back to my story. So, I would sneak out to meet him, and we would take these long walks out by the lake. The moon would shine and glitter on the water, and you could see so many stars! And the air was always fragrant with the scent of the pine trees.
Naturally, he had wanted to fuck right from the very start, but I was afraid, and said no. He was really a doll, and he didn't push me. Of course, we did all kinds of other stuff."
"Like what?" Celeste wanted to know. A blush had crept into her face, thinking of Jason, and how she had let him do "other stuff" too.
"Oh you know! I would let him touch my pussy, and sometimes, when I got really hot, I would let him suck on it! God he was great. He loved eating cunt more than any guy I've ever met since, and he would suck me for hours, making me beg him to finish me off!
And of course I sucked his dick!
It was a nice one, smooth and sort of golden, and his pubic hair was so black that it seemed to glint blue at times.
He liked it with me on my knees, kneeling in front of him, while he would stroke my hair. It was great!"
"But you still didn't want to fuck him?"
"I thought that it would hurt, or that I would get pregnant or something. I don't know how I resisted, but I guess that's because I didn't know how great fucking really was at that time.
Anyway, it was near the end of the summer.
Damian was going to college in the fall. He had been accepted to a school in Colorado, so it didn't look like we were going to spending a whole lot of time together once September rolled around.
I was pretty upset about it, and that night, I even started to cry.
He held me in his arms really tight, and tried to comfort me, but I couldn't stop crying.
The more he held me, the more I realized how I was going to miss his warm hands rubbing my tits, or that wonderful sparkle in his eyes when I took off my shirt to show them to him.
'Don't cry baby!' he said.
'I can't help it!' I replied.
'We'll see each other every chance we get! I'll be home at Thanksgiving you know. And Christmas too. And maybe you can even take a vacation out there, and then you can visit me!'
But I was beyond comfort.
Then, he pulled something out from his jeans that had been stuffed in his pocket.
It was a joint.
I had never gotten high before, and I wasn't really in the mood to try it then.
But he encouraged me to do it, saying that it would make me feel a lot better.
I didn't see how it could make me feel any worse, so when he lit it, I took a puff.
We sat there by the edge of the shining, placid water, and the tip of the joint glowed a deep orange in the night. It was slightly cloud that night, so you couldn't see the stars, but the clouds drifted across the moon, and made wonderful shadows.
We sat silently for a while, sharing the grass.
It did seem to be having an effect on me, for I remember that I got this curious, weightless feeling, as if my head had come detached from the rest of my body.
We finished it, and then he pulled me into his arms for a kiss.
His tongue was a slow serpent, winding in and out of my mouth, and making my whole body shudder with desire for him.
My hands went up to his face, and touched his strong, smooth jaw, and the velvety black of his hair.
He started to undo the buttons of my blouse, teasing my neck, and my tits.
He took one in his hand, cupping it gently as you would a bird. The nipple grew stiff as he rubbed it.
'Suck my tits!' I said to him.
He bent down to do it.
His warm tongue painted blissful pictures on my breasts, and he lovingly sucked each nipple until it was hard, and glowed with a strange inner heat. My pussy was so hot, I thought that I was on fire.
We slipped out of our shirts, and began to rub our chests together.
'Let's go for a swim.' he suggested.
'OK' I answered.
He helped me out of my clothes, and then peeled off his own tight jeans. I could see his dick was already hard and ready, and it stood proudly up in the cool night air.
I bent to give the head a quick kiss.
Then, hand in hand, we went into the water.
It was cold, but fresh, clear and beautiful. We splashed around like a couple of seals. After a while, we got out again.
Now, it was very cold because we were all wet, but we didn't want to leave.
Not yet. All too soon, we would have no time together at all, and so there was only this precious little bit of time left. We didn't want to lose it.
We snuggled together on the bank to keep warm.
He was stroking my ass, and soon, his hand slid into the place between my legs and he started to caress my cunt.
His hand was so warm and knowing.
He guided my hand to his still hard cock. I rubbed it as he fingered my pussy. My cunt grew hot and juicy, and I could feel the moisture oozing out onto his hand.
He sensed my passion.
'Let's do it tonight Pam!' he said in a low tone.
I was silent.
'Please, please!' he begged.
I wanted it, he wanted it, what was I so scared about? I couldn't stop from trembling. Maybe it was fear. Or maybe it was desire.
Or maybe it was both.
"What are you frightened of?" he said.
But I couldn't answer. I held him tighter, and clutched his dick.
'AAAH!' he moaned sweetly in my ear.
His fingers started to attack my clitoris, rubbing it around gently as if it were a strange and precious bead he had found somewhere.
I shuddered, loving how good it felt.
He rolled me over onto my back, and knelt between my thighs to kiss my dripping cunt lips.
He knew that I was so hot that I would do anything when he did that to me.
He blew a steady stream of warm air on my cunt, and then drove his tongue deep into my cunt.
It was great.
I just lay there as he sucked me, made weak and powerless from desire, and so when he got on top of me, and put the tip of his throbbing penis near the entrance to my sticky twat, I didn't even try to stop him.
He teased the lips with the tip of his dick, drawing it all around my swollen pink cunt lips.
I loved it.
Then, he put the head inside of me.
I winced, for it hurt me a little at first. But he was very gentle, and didn't try to push too hard.
He got in to my hymen, and then he stopped, and pulled out.
I was puzzled. What was wrong?
'I have an idea,' he said.
He got on his back, and drew me onto his body, so that my cunt was just above his dick.
I must have looked confused, for he laughed.
'You do it!' he said with a grin.
'Me?'
'Yeah, you! Sit on my cock, and then you can regulate it, and go as slow or as fast as you want. Then you won't be so scared of my hurting you, because you'll be in control.'
I couldn't believe it!
But I did it the way he suggested.
I lowered myself slowly onto his body, easing him in a little at a time, and swiveling my hips around.
My cunt started feeling really good, and I wanted to have him deep inside of me, so I sat down hard.
It hurt a little, but I was so hot for him that I scarcely felt it.
I started moving around, loving the feeling of his dick pulling against the blood engorged lips of my cunt, and loving too the way that he filled me up so completely.
I moved harder and faster.
His hands reached up to squeeze my tits as we fucked, and from time to time, I would lean over and kiss his sexy mouth.
I ground my clitoris into his pubic region, and felt an orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave.
I came so many times that I can't even count them.
My whole body was shuddering and contracting from the violence of my passion.
Then, he gripped my ass tightly in his hands, and squeezed the cheeks.
'I'm coming, Pam!' he groaned softly.
I speeded up my movements, and I could feel his cock, like an iron shaft, thrusting in and out of my slick pussy.
'I'm coming, coming, COMING!' he screamed, and shot his burning hot jet up into my womb."
"Wow!" breathed Celeste when Pam had finished.
"Quite a story, isn't it?"
"It sure is!"
They were both silent a moment, each lost in her own thoughts.
"Did you see him after that summer?" Celeste asked her sister after a while.
"No, no, I never saw him again, isn't that odd! He wrote to me for a while, but his parents moved out to California, so he didn't come back East for his vacations like we had talked about. It was too bad. I missed him bitterly for a while."
"And now?"
"Now?"
"Do you miss him now?"
Pam reflected for a moment.
"A little." she said finally.
"I guess I can understand why."
"So you see, Celeste, sex really can be fun. And pleasurable. I know that it will be for you. I just know it."
She gave her sister's hand a squeeze.
"I know that you're right, Pam. And I really loved being with you and Margo this week-end. And in the beginning, I was even turned on by Kirk. It was just when he started to get a little too hot that things got crazy."
"Yeah, well, Margo said that he has some pretty kinky ideas sometimes. And I can see that she's right! Like pissing on him! now that was pretty kinky if you ask me! But I guess it wasn't so bad!" she said with a little laugh.
"No, it really wasn't!" Celeste agreed.
"Listen, tell me more about you and Jason. You were pretty vague about it the other night you know."
"There's not much to tell really."
"Well ..."
"Come on!"
"It's not like your stories you know!"
"So what? I care about it, no matter what it is!" she said, giving Celeste an affection poke.
"Well, there was this one time that was kind of interesting ..." Celeste began.
"Oh? Go on!" her sister urged her, eager to hear the rest of the story that Celeste had to tell.
"Sometimes, Jason and I study in the library together at night, and then he walks me home. We usually stop on the way home, and I let him kiss me and stuff ..."
"What is stuff, huh?"
"He kisses my neck, and I let him feel my tits. He says that they are the nicest ones he's ever seen. And I rub his cock and stuff. Anyway, one night we were in the library, and it was getting late. I started thinking about how it was going to be on the way home, and I began to get really hot and creamy, you know what I mean? When all that nice stuff starts oozing out of you, and making you feel all warm inside, like melted butter?"
"Uh huh!"
"Well, I couldn't really concentrate very well, and I kept looking up at him. I guess he couldn't concentrate too well either, because he kept looking up at me too. I could see him staring at my tits, and I swear Pam, my nipples were getting hard just from his looking, at them!"
They laughed at this.
"There weren't very many people left, so he looked around, and then, when he was sure that there wasn't anybody who might be watching us, he leaned over and he gave me this long, hot kiss. It was great!"
"So then what happened?"
"We kissed for a minute or two. He looked into my eyes and said, 'Baby, you make me so hot!'
'And you make me hotter!' I answered.
'What do you say we get out of here?" he asked me, still keeping his hand on my chin as he spoke.
'OK' I said.
Suddenly, we heard this great clap of thunder. We ran to the window.
Sure enough, it was pouring!
What a drag! Here we were, horny and hot, and we had no place to go. His parents were at home, and so were Mom and Dad. I was so frustrated that I could have cried.
We gathered our books together slowly, hoping that the rain might stop, or at least let up.
No such luck. It continued with lots of lightning and thunder, and it seemed that there was a strong wind blowing too."
"Too bad!"
"I know. Finally, we were just about ready to leave, when a smile came onto to Jason's face. He's so beautiful when he smiles.
'What is it?' I said.
'Come with me!' he said.
'Where?'
'Sh! Just follow me and don't talk.'
It seemed a little spooky to me, but I did as he told me. He took my hand, and led my down a flight of steps, to the back of the library.
The stacks were deserted at that hour, and there weren't any lights on down there either.
Jason put our things down on the floor, and then he turned to me, and pulled me into his arms.
'Here?' I whispered to him.
He nodded, and placed his finger on my lips, telling me to be quiet. I looked at him for a minute.
Then, I took his finger into my mouth and started to suck on it.
He smiled at me, and gave me his tongue instead of his finger.
Then, he unzipped his fly, and gave me something even better!"
"Celeste! Do you mean to tell me that you've been sucking cock in the library?"
"Yes, I have!"
"Wicked little thing!" Pam giggled.
"I got down to my knees, and licked his shaft all over. He was stiff as a board already, and the touch of my tongue on his cock made his entire body shudder with pleasure.
I drew the tip into my mouth.
It was sticky with precome, and I drank all of it down. Then, I really got to work on his prick, and used my hands to rub his balls.
His hips started moving, and he was pumping hard in and out of my mouth.
I sucked him really hard, and pretty soon, he was shooting his hot come down my throat.
I couldn't believe it was happening. It was wonderful!"
"It sounds it! Did he do it to you after that?"
"Yeah, he did!"
"Right there on the floor?"
"No. Actually, he's pretty clever. There are all these bookshelves down there, you know?"
"Uh huh."
"Well, he moved some of the books off the shelves on onto the floor, and then, he picked me up, and put me on one of the shelves!"
"Wow!"
"He spread my legs really wide, and started to play with my pussy. It was just about eye level, and so he could watch what he was doing the whole time. I could feel my cunt start to get wet, and then he slipped his fingers into my panties. He probed around for awhile, tickling my clit and all.
Then, he pushed me back against the wall, and he tore my panties off! Just ripped then in two!
He pressed his face to my crotch, and he started to lick my cunt!
His tongue was swirling around in there, sliding up an into me. I was moaning softly, and my fingers were going through his hair.
I was almost about to come, when we heard a noise."
"A noise?"
"It was the night watchman, coming around to make sure everyone knew that the library was about to close! We could hear him, and even see the beam of light that came from his flashlight!"
"Oh no! So what did you do?" she cried.
"Well, I knew that we should get out of there, and get out of there fast. But I was so hot, I knew that he had to finish me off. I grabbed his head, and thrust it fiercely into my pussy."
"And the watchman?"
"He was coming around slowly, taking his time. He wasn't in any hurry it seemed. I could hear his footsteps growing louder and louder as I neared my orgasm. He was almost upon us, and then I came, shuddering, and tightening my legs around his head. I bit my hand really hard so I wouldn't cry out.
Jason pulled me quickly to the floor, and we raced down another aisle and up the steps. I know that I left my panties there. I wonder if the watchman found them lying there in that little crumpled, torn heap on the floor! Well, if he did, he can keep them! Maybe he'll enjoy them!"
Pam and Celeste broke out in uncontrolled mirth.
"A great story, Celeste!" said Pam, when she could talk again.
"I'm glad that you liked it!"
"Can I tell it to Margo? I'm sure that she would get a real kick out of hearing it."
"Sure, sure! Go ahead!"
They passed the rest of the ride in similar conversation, and were home in no time at all.
Their father met them at the station, waiting there with the car.
They got in, and each gave him a kiss.
He was an older man of about sixty or so, and he had a marked affection for his daughters.
"Well, how is the birthday girl?" he said jovially as they climbed into the back seat.
"Fine Daddy, just fine."
"Did you have a nice time in New York with Margo?"
"Oh yes, a wonderful time!"
"Good, good, I'm glad to hear it. How is that big sister of yours, anyway? We haven't heard from her lately."
"Oh, she's just fine."
"And did you meet that new boyfriend of hers? Curt? Or is it Kirk? She's mentioned him a few times, but none of us have ever met him. When your brother was in New York last, he was out of town."
Both Pam and Celeste were silent then.
They knew their father expected some answer.
"Yes, we met him on Sunday, Dad." Pam finally said. She didn't think that her sister would be able to answer that question.
"Well, it doesn't sound as if you like him very much!"
"Oh no! What makes you think that? He was very nice to us, and took us out to lunch, and back to his apartment. It was lovely!" she said, trying to sound sincere.
Her father apparently was convinced.
"That's good! I'm glad he's a nice fellow! I have to say it, even though I never will understand her preferences, not if I live to be a hundred!"
Pam and Celeste exchanged glances, but said nothing.
"So I'm very pleased to hear that this one had some manners at least!"
Then Pam changed the subject, and they talked about something else for the duration of the ride.
When they got home, their mother had made them a nice dinner, and they all sat down to eat.
During the meal, Celeste's father was looking at his youngest daughter with pleasure and with pride. She had certainly grown up in these past few months, that was certain.
He thought she had become very pretty, but then, all of his daughters were pretty like their mother, so that was no real surprise.
It was just always a shock to see a little girl growing up. You didn't notice it happening until all at once, on a night like tonight, you look at her and you realize with a start that she's not a baby any more.
Leaning over, he gave Celeste a kiss on the brow. She was surprised, but not displeased.
"What's that for?" she said with a smile.
"Just because I love you." he said.
"I love you too, Daddy."
"You're really quite the young woman now," he added, looking fondly at her. He had only meant to compliment the girl, so he was quite unprepared for the tears that suddenly welled up and filled her eyes.
She tried to control them but couldn't, and she ran up the steps quickly, leaving her dinner unfinished.
"What did I say?" he asked, genuinely bewildered.
"I don't know dear!" said his wife.
"Pammy, do you know?" he asked her.
But Pam just looked down at her plate and didn't say a word.