And a third time. It was dark by the time we left the hillside.
On the drive home, Ann seemed very animated and very curious. "I have to know," she said, a broad smile on her face, "where you learned to do that. I mean, that was incredible!"
"Linda Short," I said, remembering Linda's small tits and hot mouth.
"Who? I don't think I know her."
"No, you wouldn't. She was visiting our neighbors last summer – a relative from out of town. She was… experienced. She'd done pretty much everything."
"And she taught you how to do that to a girl with your mouth?" Ann seemed genuinely interested, though there was a slight hint of jelousy in her voice.
"It's called eating pussy. Yeah, she taught me. She'd done it herself, actually."
"To another girl!?" Ann's voice was a high squeak of suprise, but there was something else there too. Exicetement, perhaps? Or had Ann had an encounter she was not telling me about?
"That's what she said. I believed it too. Linda was really wild. I met her when she climbed the fence that seperates our back yards – no joke. I was sunbathing in my jockeys and she just climbed over and started talking to me. In a bikini, at the time."
Ann's jelousy was a bit easier to see now, but she continued to ask questions. "Did you do it with her that night?"
"Heh. That day. About an hour after we met. I was home alone, and once I told her that it was wham-bam. I guess you'd say Linda's pretty much a slut."
"At least."
"Well, at the time she was like a gift from heavan. It was the beginning of the summer, she was going to be there another two months, and, well, I felt that everything was set up perfecftly. It was, too, though she dated other guys all along."
"Other guys she'd met here?"
"Yeah. The girl could not get enough. Incredible."
Ann was quiet for a while. I think she was a bit upset, jealous and shocked and maybe a little dubious about her own arousal. Finally she said "Well, I can't blame anyone but myself, can I?"
"For what?" I asked.
"Well, I would not have given you a second look before… Before this semester. I was so into myself. Yes. I'm glad you had your summer with Linda." She looked satisfied and resolved.
Chapter 9 – Adventuring Outside
And that was that. Ann had taken possession, had turned the situation around in her mind. She still treated me like her master, of course, since that was part of the thrill for her, but in the days that followed I could see that she had laid her claim, and that I was hers. All pretense at school stopped, and we went virtually everywhere together.
She also found that she liked sex in public. As most people will tell you who have tried it, the excitement that comes with the fear of getting caught can be pretty addictive, and though I still preferred our garage apartment, Ann talked me into several daring encounters:
We fucked in a vacant counselors office, right there in the administration bulding, the door locked but people walking by outside all the time. I sat in the big desk chair, my pants lowered to my butt, while ann lifted her skirt, dropped her panites around one ankle (I guess she'd picked that up from our adventure in the woods) and perched on her knees on the arms of the chair. She fucked me like that, no part of our bodies touching except my cock in her pussy, Ann rocking wildly while holding onto the back of the chair, and people's voices echoing in the hall outside.
She gave me a rather heated, lusty blowjob behind the baseball diamond's backstop out in the atheletic field. Though no one could see her kneeling behind the green wooden wall, my head and shoulders were easily vibible through the chain link fence, had anyone cared to glance our way. When we left, I noticed a dirbble of my come on her neck just in time, before someone saw it. She thought that was hilariously funny.
I ate her pussy while she sat in the ticket booth to the student theatre, trying to keep her composure as I flicked her clit with my tongue. Ironicly, Randy had come up to the booth to beg her to at least talk to him again, and had left wondering why she was acting so strange.
She'd told him to fuck himself, and had sort of hiccoughed on the word "fuck", since I had given her a particularly hard suck at that point.
She came on my face and I had to clean up with some rather thin kleenex she had, to get the pussy smell off my face before I went to wood shop.
She somehow got the keys to the chem lab, and we sucked and fucked the lunch hour away, right there at the desk where we had once been lab partners. As she bent to take my dick in her mouth she said "this is to make up for how badly I treated you when we were partners." She took my dick all the way down her throat, in a particularly strong and enthusiastic stroke. All I could do was gasp "Aaaaaaapology accepted…" as she sucked away.
But it was back in our old haunts above her parent's garage that she began to think some really wild thoughts. We had just finished our afternoon excersizes, and were lieing on the floor of the living room eating some cheese and crackers while she rubbed her naked legs on mine.
"You mentioned about Linda Short knowing a lot." She said this in a tone that said just-asking-no-big-deal.
"Ann, that was last summer. I won't ever even see her again."
"Who knows? She might visit again. But that's not why I brought it up.
I was wondering if the fact that she had made it with another girl, well, if it made you disgusted or anything." Again, she was forcing her voice into a tone that sounded casual, but was not.
"No. Why should it? Why are you asking this?"
"You know Mattie Hanes?"
"Um. Another one of the royalty."
"Well, sort of. Anyway, you think she's pretty?" Ann's face was impossible to read – I knew she had a tendency to get jealous at times, but this did not have that feeling to it. Besides, she had brought it up.
"Sure, of course. The guys call her Miss Best Chest of the West. I'm sure most of them have fantasized about her from time to time."
"Including you?" Again, an enigmatic look. I was getting a little pissed off – you want it, Ann? You got it.
"Sure. I'll tell you the details of the wet dream if you're interested.
It all centered around tit fucking." My voice sounded angry, and she recoiled a bit.
"Don't get mad," she said, her voice a pout. "I'm not asking because I'm jealous or anything. See, she's always had sort of a thing for me."
I had to admit that I was pretty shocked. I thought nothing would suprise me after I first heard Ann Macafee beg me to fuck her. Mattie Hanes a dyke? She looked a lot like mamie Van Doren, but with red hair.
Huge tits, by high school standards. Killer figure. Wore tight T shirts and knee-high plaid skirts. And she liked girls?
"Sheesh," I said. "I know a lot of guys who would kill themselves if they knew she was queer."
"Oh, no. I mean, she likes boys. She's still a virgin, I'm pretty sure, but when we watched those movies together she talked about the cocks and everything just like Susie and I did. She just has always acted a little funny toward me, and I know that she had a little fling with another girl in sixth grade. So I guess she likes both girls and boys."
Ann had been looking down at the floor, perhaps at her own pussy, in fact, but at this point she raised her eyes to me and smiled, blinking those lovely lashes at me.
I smiled. "OK, Ann, what is it that you have in your devious little mind?"
"Welllllllll," she said, reaching out to stroke my cock, "I was just thinking how you might like to watch me and Mattie, assuming I am right about her. Maybe you'd even like to join in?"
My dick was responding both to her attentions and her ideas. "You mean you wouldn't get jealous if I, um, fucked Mattie Hanes?"
"Not if I was part of it. I mean, not if it was you and me together, like a team, and she was the outsider. Not if we were both doing her.