"Perry?" she began hesitantly.
"Yeah?" he asked warily.
She wondered if she should call the whole thing off. Then she thought about what they had already done, and decided that stopping now was ridiculous. "What's the blood oath of secrecy for kids today?"
"Huh?"
She tried again. "What's the most sacred oath you can take? Cross your heart and hope to die? Something like that?"
"Oh, never mind," she snorted, angry with herself. "What difference would it make anyway? You… won't tell anyone about what we've done, will you?"
"Tell? Gosh, no!"
Kim combed slender fingers through her short curls, then nodded curtly. "Good. It would cause both of us a lot of trouble if anyone found out."
"Yeah, I guess so."
Kim's belly squirmed as she eyed him. Her skin was crawling with anticipation. He seemed to be lingering over his food.
"Had enough?" she asked when at last he began slowing down.
"Gee, yeah, thanks," he sighed contentedly. "They were really good."
"Glad you liked them," she noted, getting up nervously.
"Guess I'll be heading back to the pool now," he said.
She whirled toward him, stunned.
"Don't worry about driving me," he added. "It isn't far. I can walk."
"What?"
His hand was on the door knob. "Thanks for the…"
"You aren't really going to leave, are you?" she asked, fear congealing her guts.
"Well, uh, you did say for lunch," he noted, confused.
Understanding dawned, and with it a wave of laughter that bordered on hysteria. She fought it down when she saw his fear and embarrassment. "You thought I meant just lunch?" she asked softly.
Perry gulped. "Didn't you?"
Seemingly by accident, she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and rubbed the soft skin gracefully. He stood at the back door like a statue. His hand was still on the knob. She walked over to him. Her fingers touched his tee-shirted chest, stroked his developing pectoral muscles. His nipples hardened. "I thought, we should… uh… continue your education," she whispered. "Now, why don't you undress me?"
"Undress you?" he squeaked.
She smiled. "How to undress a girl is one of the most important things a boy can learn."
"How to undress a girl?"
"You start," she said, "by feeling her breasts through clothes, like this." She stroked his chest with her fingers. Her lust rose at the feel of his warm body under the thin shirt.
His hands brushed her breasts, pressed them through her blouse, wrinkled her bra cups. When his shy fingers stroked over the peaks, her nipples began to ache inside her bra.
She slid her hands down and eased his tee shirt up, bared his flat, trim stomach. Below his navel a thin line of golden hair disappeared into the waist of his jeans. She rumpled his shirt up, then, barely breaking his touch on her still-concealed breasts, eased it off him.
"Then you unbutton her blouse," she went on, exploring his satin skin with her fingertips. "And ease it back off her shoulders."
She let it drop to the floor. Goosebumps of excitement covered her arms and shoulders as he licked his lips and stared at her bra.
This time he didn't need any prompting to touch her bra-cupped boobs. She held her shoulders back, thrust her tits out for his exploration. Her horniness raged higher. Unable to restrain herself, she unbuckled his belt, ran his fly down. His dick surged out against his underpants as his jeans flopped open and slid down his slender legs. Her hands dove inside his underpants and in seconds she had hold of his cock.
Then she let go of his prick and turned her back on him. She reached behind herself and jammed his underpants down his thighs, exposed his cock and balls. "Unhook my bra," she ordered softly. "And then slide your hands around and hold my breasts."
She clutched his pecker and leaned back against him as he fondled her soft mounds. She tactilely measured its length, girth, and hardness. She let it slip over her ass as he fingered her tits. Finally she let go of his dong and shed her bra completely. Crossing her arms demurely over her boobs, she turned to face him.
"Now my shorts," she ordered. She shivered at the touch of his hand on her fly-front pants. She looked down at him, at his sweat-beaded face, as he struggled with the zipper, then the hook. The shorts spread open, revealed the panties – lacey, translucent, low-cut bikinis that made her snatch a mysterious shadow.
Without being asked, he knelt to strip her shorts down. She stepped out of them gracefully. He stayed on his knees, and his fingers touched her pussy through the panties. It made her twat leak into the cotton crotch. She kept her arms crossed over her breasts, and let her legs part slightly. He explored her humid crotch through the panties, pressed her moist, hot softness through the material.
When he grasped the hem of her panties, it was his idea, not hers. She felt them drag down, tug over the curve of her ass. She saw the first wisps of her bush spring outwards. Then he was dragging the panties down her long legs to her feet. He steadied her as she stepped daintily out of her last garment.
Then, with no prompting from her, he nuzzled his face into her pussy. She moaned as his tongue stroked into her hot twat. She put a hand on his head to steady herself as she was rocked by a force-ten earthquake. He gripped her hips, clutched her ass, and burrowed deep into her snatch. Her guts were a sodden puddle of pure horniness.
"Enough," she grunted at last, stooping slightly, withdrawing her cunt, lifting him by the shoulders. He came up against her. His bare chest pressed into her naked torso, mashed her tits into his satin smooth skin. For a moment, she squirmed against him. Then she pushed him away.
"My turn," she explained, sinking to her knees and helping him out of the tangle of his shorts and jeans. His bobbed in front of her face – a tantalizing popsicle that made her mouth water. Leaning forward, she sucked his dick in and gave it a short, tender tongue bath. She fondled his balls, felt them squirm in their thin sac.
Then she surged to her feet and took his hand. "Come on. Let's go to the bedroom."
He held back a moment when he saw the monster king-sized bed, then let her pull him into the brightly lighted bedroom.
"If you need to go to the john, its through that door," she said softly.
"Uh, thanks."
Kim smiled and stared thoughtfully at the bed. Then a tremor of fear rockedher. Maybe she shouldn't do it after all. She remembered the taste of his jizz, the sight of his cock, and decided it was too late to stop now. She freed the pillows from the bed-spread, but left the coven drawn up. She lay down, on her side of the bed, and stared at the bathroom door.
"Come," she said softly, beckoning with one hand. The boy had frozen in the door of the bathroom. His cock was waving as if searching for a target. She let her thighs part a little to display the nest that was waiting for his aching hard-on.
He joined her on the bed, rested the full length of his satin-smooth young body against hers. His cock lay along her sleek thigh like a hot bar of iron. She felt his juice sting her skin as his dick leaked.
Nuzzling against one breast, he cupped the other with his hand. He fingered her nipple, made her gasp. His lips found her other tit. She moaned as he bit the little bud gently. She groped blindly for his pecker and wrapped her hand around its long, hard length. Her thumb coated the head with his grease, then her fingers milked a fresh flood from his shaft.
His hand abandoned her breast, though his mouth didn't. His fingers stroked down her slender torso, over the soft curve of her tummy, and combed through the curls of her pussy hair. She moved her thighs wider apart. Instinctively, he let one finger slide between her soft cunt lips and rub gently over her clit. She groaned with delight.
Easing past her flaming pleasure spot, his finger moved to the funnel entrance of her vagina, eased into her streaming hole. Kim let her hips rise and hump as he probed her slick depths and sucked and nibbled her tit. She pumped her hand on his pecker as he finger-fucked her. Her palms made a wet sticky noise because his juices were so copious.