“I sure hope so!” She tilted her head up so I could kiss it. Just in the time we had been working on the project I had grown another inch, and I was now taller than her.
I kissed her back, taking my time about it and being thorough. After a few minutes she pulled away and took my hand, and led me into the living room. She had already laid out a comforter on the floor in front of the fireplace, although no fire was laid. I took off my coat and kicked off my shoes, and followed her to the comforter.
She was already seated on one side of the comforter, her legs drawn up beneath her, and was grinning. I sank down next to her and lay back, tucking a couple of throw pillows under my head. “I have to admit, this is a lot nicer than the couch downstairs,” I said.
Shelley giggled. “No kidding. That thing is awful!”
“And your parents won’t be back until…?”
She grinned. “Not until after five. They both work in Baltimore and never come home for lunch or anything. They’re gone all day. Why? Did you want to go downstairs and smoke some more cigarettes?” She stretched out next to me and threw a leg over mine.
“Uh, not right away.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her on top of me. “Maybe later.”
“Maybe a lot later!” She lowered her lips to mine and gave me a scorching hot kiss with her tongue thrusting halfway down my throat. I began to run my hands up and down her back, and she began moaning loudly. We had played this game before, but this time, when I slipped my hands down to cup her butt through her skirt, she didn’t warn me off with a statement that she couldn’t. No, instead she began moaning, “Uh huh, uh huh…” and humping herself at me.
I was in no hurry, and wanted to treat her like I was sure no other guy had ever done before. I very slowly reached down to the hem of her skirt and began tugging it northward. Shelley went into overdrive, rubbing herself on me and trying to pull it higher. Meanwhile she had reached between us to start undoing the buttons on my shirt. Eventually I had her skirt around her waist. She had worn bikini panties, and I slipped one hand down from the top and the other up through a leg opening, and cupped her bottom.
Suddenly she stopped and sat upright. I was worried I had done something wrong, but she just began to feverishly work at the buttons on her blouse. “Oh, God, hurry up!” she demanded, quickly peeling off her blouse and pushing her skirt and panties down off her legs so that she was naked on the comforter. She was a natural brunette, which I had suspected when she changed from being a blonde at the start of the year.
I smiled. “There’s no hurry,” I said.
“You are driving me crazy!”
I just grinned. “Now, lay back. By the time I get done with you, you will be ruined for any other man. No matter who he is, you’ll always be able to tell him, ‘You’re no Carl Buckman!’”
“Oh, just hurry!”
I didn’t hurry. I rolled over so that I was laying at her side, facing her, and began kissing and licking my way from her lips down her throat and on to her perky little tits. Shelley lay there and sighed happily, but she wasn’t expecting what was next. Moving lower, I licked and nibbled my way down to her belly button, lingered there a few minutes, and then shifted down even further. “What… what are you… oh God! Oh GOD!.. Oh Jesus…” Shelley wailed loudly as I began to lick her pussy. To be fair, I didn’t use any great technique, but simply used my fingers to spread apart her pussy lips and concentrated on her clit. Shelley was orgasming nonstop from this, bouncing her cute little ass up off the floor, and her hands were in my hair trying to pull me even further in.
I licked her through three very quick comes, and then reversed course, licking my way back to her navel and then her tits, as I crawled over her. It was my turn. During my dining, I had managed to slip a hand free and had undone my belt and zipper, and had worked my jeans and briefs low enough that Little Carl was available. As soon as Shelley realized what was about to happen, she spread her legs wide and reached between us to guide me in.
Shelley wasn’t a virgin, but she was awfully tight. Thank God I had licked her ahead of time, so that she was well lubed. I slipped inside slowly, and she gasped and moaned as I sank down and bottomed out. “Oh, Carl, that was… that was…”
“I told you we shouldn’t hurry.” I began to slowly thrust in and out, and Shelley’s butt was bouncing off the comforter beneath us. “We have all day.”
“I don’t know where you learned to do that, but you should give lessons.” Shelley wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and I began to pick up speed. The sensations of her hot little pussy around my cock were amazing. She was so wet you could hear it slurping. It was only another five or ten minutes before I lost any semblance of control. Pounding her down into the comforter, I collapsed on top, my hips churning as my cock spasmed out a heavy load. I could feel her pussy twitching around me as it accepted my jism.
It took her a couple of minutes to respond. I tried to lift up and relieve my weight, but she held me tightly. “Oh, my God, that was amazing! I never knew it could be like that.”
“Was that the first time you ever had your pussy licked?” I asked.
She blushed and nodded. “I asked once, but he refused.”
“That’s not very gentlemanly.” I rolled over and off of her, and she curled up next to me, a leg thrown over me and her wet pussy pressed against me. “Well, that was only the first lesson. I think I can do better the next time.”
Shelley sighed happily and hugged herself against me. “I don’t think you can do better than that.”
“Ummm, a challenge. I like that.” I rolled over on the comforter to face her, and put my lips against hers. I assume she could taste her dried pussy juice on my lips, because her eyes widened at the touch, but then they closed again as she moaned happily. This time I concentrated my lips on her neck and tits and nipples, and one hand on her clit. As soon as she began crying out for me to fuck her, I moved a leg over hers and held her down and in place, while my free hand gently held her on her back. I continued this torment through another pair of quick orgasms before getting back into position on top and screwing her until we both came again. Much as before, she had her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me.
I was breathing pretty hard after this, and I figured I needed a bit of a rest, so I rolled over on my back, with Shelley rolling along with me, so that she was half draped over me still. If either parent came home early, we would both die before we could even sit up, but I really didn’t care at the moment. Shelley was murmuring incoherently in my ear. She was really turned on, and slipped a hand down to my groin, where my soft and sticky cock lay, slumped to the side. Well, I was young, so I hoped I would rise to the challenge quickly. It was only mid-morning, so I should be able to tear off another piece at some point.
Miracle of miracles, Shelley’s warm hand began coaxing my cock back to life. “I need you so bad!” she whispered in my ear. That’s always nice to hear. “I want you. I want you to fuck me.” I just smiled as she manipulated me, although I did lift my hand up to tease her nipples. She had maybe a B cup, but her nipples were much darker, and stuck out like tiny pencil erasers. I flicked them with my finger tips, and she rolled onto her back and tugged me to follow.
I had a slightly different idea, though. I snuggled up next to her and pushed her over onto her side, facing away from me. She quickly turned her head to look at me. “Carl, what are you doing?”
“Trust me, you’ll like it.” I slipped a leg between hers and lifted her leg up slightly, then squirmed around until my cock was between her legs.