All he could do was nod. He reached down and pulled on the bottom of her shirt out of the shorts. As he did so, he was treated to a loin-stirring view of her white panties in the V of the unzipped zipper. His cock, which had been hard enough to jackhammer pavement ever since she suggested they go for a walk, suddenly throbbed a little deeper.
"Here," Mandy said, pulling her shirt up a little, revealing her belly. Though somewhat chubby she was not fat. The skin here was smooth and sexy looking. She took his hand and put it under her shirt. "Touch me," she told him. "I like your hands on me."
He went back to kissing her as his hand slid even further beneath her shirt. When he encountered her bra he shoved it underneath without waiting for permission. Now her bare breast was in his hand and he felt he was in heaven. Only once before had he actually touched a girl's naked tit and that had been Gloria Canderson's back in the ninth grade. Gloria's had been barely large enough to require a brassiere. Mandy's was far too big for his entire hand to grasp at once. It was bigger than a softball, the nipple nearly the diameter of a dime. His fingers found that nipple and began to play with it. The effect on Mandy was impressive to behold.
"Yes, yes, I love that," she sighed against his mouth. "Kiss my neck while you do it."
He moved his mouth down and began kissing her neck, licking at the salty skin, occasionally offering a slight bite. He had no idea what he was doing but it seemed instinctive and he was certainly enjoying it.
And to think, he thought as his cock throbbed and his head spun with sensory overload, this all started because I played the guitar, because I sang. Music does have a power! A very potent power.
It wasn't long before her shirt was pushed all the way up along with her bra and his mouth found that engorged nipple. After less than a minute of his suckling, her hand grasped his again and positioned it where it was wanted, where it was needed. This time the direction was down. He felt the soft skin of her lower stomach as his knuckles forced their way under her shorts. He felt silky panties. He delved beneath them, feeling crinkly pubic hair and then wet, hot, slippery lips. He curled his finger inward, sliding between those lips, feeling the clutch of her body, and both of them moaned.
This was an entirely new experience for him and he reveled in it. His fingers, made limber and strong by years of guitar playing, pushed in and out, stroked up and down while his mouth continued to suckle on her engorged nipple. He had read about the clitoris in porno magazines he'd acquired over the years and in a mysterious publication he'd found in his parent's dresser drawer entitled The Joy of Sex. It took only a few minutes of probing around before he discovered a wet, slippery lump just atop Mandy's slit. He rubbed it a few times just to see what would happen. The effect was quite dramatic.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhh," Mandy moaned, a shudder working through her body.
"Are you okay?" he whispered.
"Uh... yeah," she said. "Do that again. Whatever you did, do it some more."
He did it some more, rubbing up and down, back and forth. Mandy continued to moan and soon her hips were bucking up and down.
He didn't make her orgasm, but only because she stopped him before he could get her there. She had other things in mind. She sat up suddenly and looked him in the eye.
"Take it out," she said softly.
"Take what out?" he asked, genuinely confused.
She giggled. "You know what I want out. C'mon. Sit on the edge of the dock again and I'll... you know... jack you off."
She wanted him to take his cock out! Right here. Right now! Holy shit! He took a moment to be self-conscious about his size. It wasn't small by any means but it wasn't huge either. This trepidation lasted only a moment though. She wanted to put her hands on him! To make him come with her hands! He wasn't about to turn this down.
He scrambled forward until his feet were in the water once again and then reached down for the button on his jeans. He undid it, pushed his zipper down, and then raised his hips up long enough to push his jeans and underwear down. His cock, hard, throbbing, dripping with pre-come, popped out in all its glory.
"Mmmm," Mandy said, edging up close to him again. Her soft hand dropped down and closed around it, feeling it, testing its heft. "Very nice."
"Uhhh," was all he could manage to grunt out. It was the first hand other than his own to touch him there and it felt astoundingly good.
She began to stroke him up and down, softly at first and then with greater speed. As she did so she kissed the side of his face, his neck, his ear. It went on for no more than a minute or two before she whispered in his ear again. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Yes," he whispered back.
"I'll put my mouth on it if you promise not to tell anyone."
"What?" he asked, startled, convinced he hadn't heard her right.
"Do you promise?" she said. "Cross your heart and hope to die? Because I don't want a reputation as a... you know."
He had heard her right. And she was serious! "I promise," he said. "Cross my heart and hope to die."
She kissed him on the ear one more time. "Keep an eye out on top of the hill," she told him. "If someone starts to come down, tell me."
"Right," he said.
A moment later her head went down into his lap. Her mouth closed over his manhood and he felt the exquisite sensation of her lips and tongue slurping at him, moving up and down on him. It was even better than he'd imagined it would be.
"Oh, God," he groaned, fighting to keep his eyes where they belonged.
It didn't last long. After all the teasing and flirting and making out and breast feeling and vagina fingering, he was on quite the hair trigger. Within a minute of her starting he felt the spasms start, felt the waves of pleasure building within him. He remained cognizant enough to warn her that he was going to come in case she didn't want him to go off in her mouth, but she kept right on sucking away, increased her pace in fact. A few seconds later he exploded. She kept sucking through it all, swallowing every drop.
They went back to the party a few minutes later, walking hand in hand up the hill. No one commented on their closeness. No one asked what had or had not happened while they'd been gone. He was talked into giving another brief performance. He played three more songs, Fly by Night, by Rush, Satisfaction, by The Rolling Stones, and, for Mandy, whom he stared at through most of it, Tequila Sunrise, by The Eagles-again, not exactly a romantic song when one analyzed the lyrics, but he'd already determined she was unable to make that distinction.
Shortly after that, Mandy, who had come to the party with John Standman, asked him if he would be kind enough to give her a ride home. He was kind enough, but they didn't go directly there. Instead, they stopped at Homestead Park just south of downtown. This was the largest of Heritage's city parks. It contained the city zoo, a nine-hole golf course, the city softball complex, a huge duck pond, and more than a thousand acres of general parkland. Access roads twisted and turned throughout the entire thing. Though all of the access gates were locked at 10:00 PM when the park closed, Mandy, whose father was a fireman for the Heritage County Fire Department, possessed a key that allowed them to open one of the gates and then close it behind them. They drove into the bowels of the facility and parked as near the exact center as they could get. Once there, they spread a blanket out on the seventh green of the golf course-a par four of 328 yards with a severe left dogleg. It wasn't long before they were both naked.