I kissed my way down her stomach. I liked that Halle had full bush on top, but had shaved her nether lips. I preferred to lick smooth lips. So many girls removed everything nowadays that I liked Halle’s look. She had obviously trimmed so she could wear a bikini, but she looked like a woman.
I ran my tongue between her lips, working my way down and finding her entrance to nirvana, and confirmed that she was an intact virgin. I wanted to make sure Halle was ready because this might hurt her a little bit. I attacked her sex with the gusto that it deserved. I had a great view of her breasts and the expression on her face. I wanted to remember the moment I made her climax the first time. Halle looked cute as she panted, and I focused on her pleasure. My little goddess’s breath caught, her eyes closed tight, and she bit her lip. I felt Halle’s body tense and shudder as she got her cookie. I waited for it to finish and just took in the joy as her eyes opened.
“Come here,” Halle ordered.
I crawled up until our lips met. She kissed me. I used to say that Tracy kissed me hard enough that I forgot my name. Halle wasn’t far behind. She finally let me go.
“I’m ready,” she announced.
I reached for my bedside table, retrieved a condom, and put it on. I also grabbed my bottle of lube and coated the condom. I figured more was better when you planned to deflower a young woman. Halle looked nervous as I covered her. I wanted her first time to be with me on top and looking into her eyes. Mr. Happy had a mind of his own and found her entrance without any trouble. I saw the trust in her face as I pushed forward and felt Halle’s hymen break.
“You okay?” I asked.
“That stung.”
I gave her a moment.
“Tell me when you’re ready.”
She nodded, and I pushed forward until I was all the way in. That was the other advantage of extra lube: I didn’t have to work to hit bottom.
“Damn, David! I feel stuffed,” Halle moaned.
Some girls just take to sex. Halle James was a natural. I began the old in-and-out, and she joined right in. We reveled in the pleasure we gave each other. I was scared thinking about how good it would be once we got to know each other’s bodies. Halle had a crashing orgasm, and I was right there with her. She may have beaten me there, but I made a couple of powerful strokes, and the combination of her velvet tunnel and the expression on her face was enough to get me off.
I finally pulled out of her and rolled onto my side. Halle snuggled up to me and kissed me.
“Why did we wait?” she asked.
“I was stupid.”
“So that’s why they call you ‘stupid boy.’”
I simply smiled at her and nodded my head. I knew I was ready to get back out there. Tami was now in the past. I needed to live my life, and couldn’t imagine it getting much better than what I had just had with Halle.
◊◊◊ Thursday September 17
When I came down to run, Precious was waiting for Duke, and they ran into the back yard and romped around. Duke was now almost fully grown and could easily hold his own against the cat from hell, and she seemed to realize that. It was funny to watch them stalk and pounce on each other. I was about to break up the fun and put Duke on his leash when suddenly a girl screamed, “Buster, No!”
What I saw chilled my blood. Charging up our driveway and dragging a young girl was the biggest pit bull I’d ever seen. I had visions of this monster tearing up both Duke and Precious without even trying. Against my better judgment, I stepped between the charging beast and his prey.
“Sit!” I commanded and did my dad’s foot stomp.
I admit I nearly pissed myself right before he sat and wagged his tail. I looked back, and both Duke and Precious were pressed up against the back of my legs as they peeked around at Buster. So much for them protecting me!
“He really is very friendly,” his young mistress told me.
I leaned forward and offered him the back of my hand to sniff. When all he did was check it out, I tentatively reached down for his leash, which his mistress had let go of to save herself from being dragged up the driveway. I wanted to have control of him in case he made a lunge at my two charges.
Now that I had control of him, I turned to the girl Buster brought into our yard. She looked like she was in middle school and couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds. There was no way she’d be able to control this dog that looked like he was made of solid muscle.
“Does he do this often?” I asked.
“My mom said he needs exercise, but I have a hard time controlling him. I’m Rachel,” she said.
While we were talking, Duke had gotten brave and greeted Buster. There was a lot of tail-wagging, so it appeared that we were safe for now.
“I’m David. I was just about to go on a run. Do you want to take Duke and I take Buster?” I offered.
“I don’t want to slow you down.”
“I usually do a mile warm-up before I get serious. How about we try that and then see how you and Buster are doing?” I suggested.
Precious wasn’t as trusting as Duke and ran home. I put Duke on his leash and handed it to Rachel. We started off at a slow jog and then gradually increased our pace. Duke was used to this by now and seemed to mind Rachel better than he did me. Buster had to be reminded that he needed to stay with me. When he saw a squirrel, he about ripped off my arm. Buster needed a training collar because his regular collar was either going to choke him out or kill me. By the time we had made our mile circuit, he had begun to realize who was in charge and was running with me. Buster was done when we slowed down.
“Thanks. I don’t think I could’ve handled him,” Rachel said.
“Have your mom get Buster a training collar.”
“You mean a choke collar?”
“No. They make collars with prongs on them. It won’t choke him, but it’ll get his attention and not hurt him. Duke has one, but his isn’t big enough for Buster or I’d lend it to you,” I said.
“If I get him one, will you let me run with you in the mornings?”
“Sure. I have to finish my run. You probably need to get Buster home and get him a drink,” I said, and started my run again.
Duke gave a nervous glance back to make sure Buster wasn’t following him. I really didn’t blame him, because that was a big dog.
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Brook met me in the parking lot again. It gave me a sense of déjà vu. I waited to see what her response would be today.
“My dad talked to me today,” she said.
I thought that was nice, but there had to be more to that little announcement.
“Okay.”
“Dad said you’re famous or something. I guess I kind of knew that, but he said that you kissed me and leaked it to the press because of who I am,” Brook said.
I joke around about being someone because of modeling and the movie. It’s just my way of using humor to get a grasp of my situation. If you can’t joke about yourself, you have a problem. I knew the game of self-promotion. Heck, I’d gone on faux dates with celebrities. That had all been done to further both of our careers. I’d never leaked a photo just to increase my popularity. Well, that might not be true; I had shown off the video of Adrienne and me kissing to my friends and a few others. Was I really so shallow that I would kiss Brook just to get noticed? No. Tami had set me straight on the glory-hound stuff and being conscious of how I appeared when dealing with others. Plus, who the heck was Brook if she thought she could add to my already unbelievable fame? More questionable humor, I reminded myself.
“I hadn’t thought of that,” I said, looking down, embarrassed. I looked up. “Gosh, Brook, I’m so sorry if I gave you that impression. Honestly, I didn’t realize the camera was still going. I planned to show everyone us skydiving. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Lily has access to my video storage account in the cloud. She put the two videos together and sent them out before I saw them.