After two dances, I was having trouble focusing my eyes or catching my breath and knew my panties were soaked. At least I had the satisfaction of knowing he could hardly walk and had to stay very close behind me to hide what I'd helped him produce.
He accepted more congratulations when we left, a couple of his teammates kidding him about what we were going to do now.
We drove to the bluff that overlooks town and parked. It was ridiculous with my experiences even in the prior week. And it was great.
He wooed me. That's the only way I can think of to explain it properly. We talked quietly. We looked at the lights of town. We talked about the stars and picked out constellations. I leaned across his lap, cushioned from the car door by his arm and turned sideways on the seat. We kissed very softly, just our lips meeting, for a very long time. He rested his hand lovingly on my stomach. And we looked at each other from that most uncomplimentary of distances – about two inches – seeing no faults.
I moved his hand onto the rise of my shirtwaist dress and he undemandingly rubbed my breast through the layers of material. I felt his tongue first on my lips as I unbuttoned my dress to give him access to my bra. I felt his tongue inside my mouth first as I undid my bra for him and felt him touch my skin very softly.
I felt his own excitement against my back first when I unbuttoned the dress the rest of the way, allowing him to look at my naked stomach and the French-cut lace panties I had been soaking for the last two hours. We could both smell my musky odors at the same time because our noses were within an inch of each other.
I felt his involuntary pelvic motions first as I guided his hand to my panties. I heard and felt his first moan in my mouth as I pushed my panties down and over my knees, lifting my legs to him so he could take them the rest of the way off. I had my first climax as his lips covered my nipple and his finger moved inside and over me.
He had his first climax moments after I turned over, pushed his pants down his legs, and covered him with my mouth. Seconds later, I had my second climax here as he began playing with me as I pumped my front into the car seat under me.
Finally, he slid the car seat back and moved me around to straddle him. I had still another climax as my head hit the roof of the car, his come pouring into me from below and his mouth mauling my breasts.
We used our underwear and a pocket pack of Kleenex to clean up before I lay back against his arm again, enjoying his hand intimately between my legs, rubbing my stomach and thighs, and molding to my breasts.
"I'm sorry, Sue," he whispered softly.
"For what?" I asked with disbelief. "You've got nothing to be sorry for."
"Yes, I do. I haven't told you about myself and…" He stopped and I waited for him. "… And I can't right now."
"Then I should be sorry as well," I said. "I think that my secrets are far more than yours."
He laughed softly but was not convinced.
"Oh, Sue. If you only knew." He leaned his head back against the seat back for a long time before continuing. I wasn't going to keep him from whatever he believed and I wasn't in a position where I could tell him about myself. "If I told you, you'd think I was insane, at best. At worst, you'd run in fear."
"Now I'm intrigued," I said. "As my brothers would say, 'I'll bet a thousand thousand dollars' you couldn't shock me or make me afraid of you."
"For me, it would be a very good bet," he laughed. "And maybe sometime. But not yet. I can't risk losing you yet."
"At least you're saying 'yet'," I said. "That means that you might come to trust me sometime." He was non-committal on that, only grunting at the possibility.
I knew he was mysterious and special but I couldn't guess at the secret that could so upset him. I didn't pressure him but, instead, told him that it was probably time for me to be home so my family wouldn't worry. He drove back to my house then as I dressed on the seat beside him and felt sexy, naked under the little dress.
We stood on the lighted front porch and kissed and held each other for a long time before I finally went into the house. I had to fill Minni in on every detail and repeat many of the actions with her to get rid of my reactions to just talking about the romantic evening.
Saturday.
Up late, we slept in until almost noon before going out in the back yard and taking advantage of the dying summer sun. Trying to be of some kind of help, we took turns doing rounds of the lawn so Phil could spend his time with Molly.
Since the boys were enjoying the day by participating in a sandlot football game and they could hear us talking and mowing, Molly and Phil spent a couple of hours bathed in sweat on their bed, washing it off each other, and producing still more afterward.
Paul and Minni were going out that night and I was invited to a slumber party with my girlfriends.
The slumber party was at Veronica's and Ann was there when I arrived with my little bag full of overnight stuff and my best looking nightgown. We'd had two other slumber parties – one at Becky's house under the close supervision of her strict parents and one at our house. I learned immediately that Veronica's mother (she was divorced) had gone to New York for the weekend with her boyfriend. We had the house to ourselves until Sunday night, if we wanted.
The night started pretty much as all our slumber parties had. We ordered pizza, made popcorn, drank Coke, talked a lot, and listened to music. Though it was on, we mostly ignored a video Veronica had rented for us. A romantic comedy that we really watched only when it got a little sexy or when the big romantic scenes played through. Since we'd all seen it, we didn't miss much.
Veronica was, by nature, extremely outgoing. Ann was blossoming from her long embarrassment about her height. I was – well, what I am. That's not shy. But Becky was the one who surprised us all. At least with us, she was becoming wilder and more outgoing all the time as her self esteem soared with the simple addition of a little makeup to point out her beautiful face.
She was very conservative still in her clothing choices. So that became our goal for the night – change over Becky.
She came to the slumber party in a long skirt, a long sleeved shirt, and flat shoes. Her hair was in a ponytail as usual.
We started by giving her a permanent, the disgusting smell of the solutions adding to the smells of pizza boxes and stale popcorn. I rolled her long blond hair on the big rollers while Ann did the solutions. Veronica combed it out after it had dried, set, been washed, and we'd all watched another video.
Taking what we'd done before with a little mascara and blush, we made her up with eye shadow, lipstick, fingernail polish to fingers and toes, blush, shadows, and other eye makeup until she looked like a fashion plate.
As well as her "conservative" school clothes, Veronica had a closet full of trashy teen clothes but Ann and I vetoed them for Becky's new look. Veronica took us to her mother's room instead and we found what we wanted there.
We started by stripping Becky, even making her take off her full, white cotton bra and waist high panties.
Veronica picked out underwear – French cut red panties that covered absolutely nothing and a matching bra. Her mother is a C-cup but had some pads that brought Becky from her normal B-cup up to fill the bra. She also found some sheer thigh-high stockings.
Ann and I went through her mother's closet fighting over which things were sexier. Finally we compromised on having her dress in several things so we could see what looked best on her.
We agreed on the black patent spike heels that were about four inches high.
For an hour, she tried on one dress after another. A red silk strapless. A white lace top with a high neck and no sleeves at all. A long, slinky blue dress that sort of shimmered with highlights. She looked great in all of them.