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The following work contains sexually explicit language and may contain graphic
descriptions of various sex acts. If you are not 18 years of age, or this
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Copyright 1999 Art_aDeux@AOL.com (Sasha)
A Digression
I left something out. It happened between the time that I sucked Chris P.'s
sweet cock on the bridge and the time I decided to give him my virginity. I
didn't lie when I said that his was the first dick I'd seen up close and
personal. The bridge was the first. But by the time I decided to break up
with him and sleep with him as my "going-away" present, something else had
happened. Something that was instrumental in my decision making process about
what to do with my virginity.
Spring break netted me a coveted visit with my mother. I had wanted to go
before that, but Lila, my great-grandmother, had prevented it each time. This
time though, there was no excuse she could give. I went. The two weeks would
be spent primarily by myself or with the neighbors. A situation I was
delighted with since they had two things I liked. A pool, and a high school
age son name James. I hung out with his sister who was a year younger than
me, Katrinna. Kat was a blast even though she wasn't as mature as I was. And
since I had never had the benefit of a sister of any kind, playing Barbies
while sneaking peaks of her hot brother wasn't such a bad idea. And he never
turned down a good pool fight. So much the better for me, since that gave me
a chance to show off my well-developed chest in my new bikini.
When they weren't home, my mother's live-in boyfriend and I would pal around
together. He was a successful car salesman and because of that, had more free
time than my mother did. The first week I spent mostly with the neighbors,
but the second week they had to make an emergency trip down to Orange county
for family reasons. (Later, after I moved in, I found out that their
grandmother had died.) That left me with Fred.
Frederick B. He was handsome. An amateur body-builder with a great smile and
a new corvette every couple of months. My mother adored him and he was really
engaging. He and I talked a lot and he often told me how much he loved my
mother. Followed closely with how very much like her I looked. I took it as
the compliment I'm sure it was intended as. I had never been physically
stand-offish with Fred, there was no need to fear him. He was just a
wonderful, likeable guy.
Between the two of us, we shared the duties of taking care of the neighbors
dog and two cats and that first Monday, spent a couple of hours at their pool,
swimming, sunbathing and playing water wrestlling games. He always won. If
it got too much, I would threaten to pull down his swimming trunks. He'd
laugh and let go. Pinching my butt as I scrambled out of the water, glaring
at him with pre-pubescent rage and a little flirtatiousness. He had asked my
mom to marry him a couple of months before, and I thought that it was cool.
He was just about my dad. And I'd never had such a thing.
When we went back to the house, it was still early, 1 o'clock actually. And
he commented that I looked sunburned. I was a little red. I ducked into the
shower to wash the chlorine off my skin and he did the same in the master
bath. I went out to the living room in my towel, carrying the aloe vera gel
and asked him to get my back. He was sitting on the couch, wearing a pair of
those skimpy nylon jogging shorts that were popular in the early 80's. I
could see the outline of his dick through them. I looked on the TV and saw he
was watching a video. I plopped down on the couch and handed him the gel. He
took it and I looked at the television again. I must have blushed and he
asked whether I had ever seen a porno before. I shook my head and mumbled a
hasty "No, not really."
He loosened my towel, saying that he needed to get further down my back. I
held the ends to my breasts though. I was embarassed by the movie but kept
stealing little glances. He kept up the banter with me. "You know, nudity is
a natural thing Ti. I know that probably surprises you, especially growing up
in that repressed house of your grandmother's." I nodded, not wanting to seem
stupid or worse, like a little girl. "When you aren't here, your mother and I
always enjoy our nudity. Maybe you'd like to see what it's like? I won't
mind." It was a challenge. I thought it was back then, but I know it was
now, with a few years of experience behind me. "Here, I'll even go first. So
you don't feel like you're the only one." And saying that, he hooked his
thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and standing, slipped them down his
muscular legs.
I was shocked. I was scared. I was facinated. The volume on the video was
low, but I could still hear the sounds of people having sex. "There. I'm
naked. You can look if you want to Ti", he said. "If you take your towel
off, then we'll be the same. No one can laugh then." I turned and looked at
his face. He smiled warmly. Convincingly. "I can do this," I thought,
"There's nothing wrong here." I stood up and let the towel drop to the floor.
He didn't say a word, just glanced at me once then turned his attention to the
TV and the joint in his hand that I hadn't noticed before. "Want some?" he
asked. "Okay", I said, reaching for it and the lighter he held. I may not
have been naked in front of anyone before, but just about everyone I knew had
tried pot, myself included. I brought the roach to my lips and inhaled as I
touched the flame to the tip. Sweet smoke filled my lungs and I held it
without coughing. Offering it back to Fred, I looked this time a little
lower at his bare chest. He shook his head as I exhaled smoothly and took
another drag before letting it go out and setting it back in the ashtray.
"You look like a beautiful younger version of your mother, Ti," Fred
complimented me again. I felt a rush of warmth as the pot began to dull my
thoughts. "Why don't you come sit with me and keep me company?" He asked. I
pushed the little voice that said I had better back off, back into my head.
Fred would never ask me to do something that was bad or would hurt me. I sat
down next to him and he put his arm around me, lightly touching my arm. I
don't remember what we chatted about, something NOT to do with the fact that
we were sitting on the couch naked together. He in his thirties with his
fiance's naked twelve-year-old daughter. While Marylin Chambers gobbled some
guys cock. (I only recognized that years later when my first husband brought
that movie home.)
I snuck a couple of looks at his firm body here and there while we sat and
finally got up the nerve to just take a glimpse of his dick. I mean, nudity
might be okay and all, but I didn't want it to seem like I was so
inexperienced that I would check out my mom's boyfriend's goods. He caught
me. Looking that is. Looking at his very aroused dick. I turned beet red
and made a move to get up. "No, no Ti!" he exclaimed, "It's okay, you can
look. It's like admiring a pretty painting or sculpture. The body is a work
of art." I swallowed hard. My tongue sticking to the top of my mouth, dried
out from the combination of a little too much sun, a few tokes on some good
pot, and the absurdity of the situation. I looked. I was amazed. He was a
little smaller than Chris, maybe by half an inch. I didn't have too many
reference points for cock size, but I figured it wasn't bad. The head was a
little larger though, and I could see a drop of pre-cum just forming.
"Ti," Fred said, "You body is a work of art too. Won't you let me look at it
a little?" I nodded dumbly. I can't even say what thoughts were in my mind
now. I'm not sure there were any. I stood up and dropped my hands from my
pert 32 C's. Letting him view the erect nipples and my hairless mont. My
eyes were glued to his crotch as I watched him bring his hand to rest on his
hardened member. "Why don't you come a little closer?" he asked. My legs
moved on their own. I remember thinking at this point that maybe this was all
wrong. Nudity was one thing, but this was going to a whole other level. He
reached up and ran his hand up my torso and cupped my left breast. The touch
was electrifying. I'd played with myself and enjoyed it a lot when I touched
my nipples, but hadn't allowed Chris to venture there without the covering of
a bra.
Desire slammed into my pelvis, centering on my clitoris and radiating outward.
"Here, sit back down with me Ti," he said, "You want to touch me too, don't
you?" I hadn't thought of it. Really. But there it was. He wanted me to
touch him. He wanted me to. But projected onto me. He took my hand, drawing
me down next to him, then guiding my little hand with his big one to his
penis. The touch was one I remembered. Chris's dick. Soft yet hard to my
fingers. But this wasn't Chris. This was Fred. Frederick. My mother's
boyfriend. No, her fiance. And I was touching him. Actually stroking his
dick. While a porno movie played in the background. While I was naked.
"That's it," he breathed as his hips moved up, thrusting the shaft against my
warm hand. He didn't touch me anymore. Just looked as he kept his hand
closed around mine and used me to massage his dick. It got harder and hotter
as we stroked together. My pussy throbbed. His breathing got ragged sort of
and he gasped a little as the pre-cum moistened our shared grip on his penis.
I watched, facinated and horrified. Titillated and scared as hell as his dick
jerked and his cumm oozed out onto my hand, then onto his. He grunted once
more as I snatched my hand away. Still unable to tear my gaze from his now
deflating erection.
I jumped up and was about to run down the hall when his hand snaked out.
Fast. Faster than I could have thought. He'd anticipated me. "Don't even
think of telling your mother," he said real low. "If you do, I'll tell her
that you tried to seduce me, you were the one who touched me. I never had
anything to do with it." My heart sank. If he told her that, there was no
way I'd ever get out of Lila's house. I'd die there. Worse, I'd live there
until something in me died. But my body would live on. And my mother would
hate me. I fixed a smile on my face. "I'm just going to wash my hand!" I
chirped. "And I think Mom said she might come home early. I don't think we
want her to catch us like this. Do you?" I asked slightly conspiritoriliy?
He smiled. A big lazy smile. "Nope Ti, you are exactly right!"
The rest of the week I spent in an agony. When my mother left, we would go
and take care of the neighbors pets and swim in the pool. The water play was
prefunctory though. Sometimes he would slip his hand across my suit covered
pussy in the water, sending a guilty shockwave of pleasure shooting through my
body. When we would get home. He would strip and do everything naked, asking
me (telling me) to do the same. ("It's alright Ti, nudity is normal.") He
didn't make me touch him again. But I would sit next to him on the sofa while
he watched skin flicks and smoked pot. I didn't make the mistake of smoking
pot in front of him again that week. Sometimes he would rub my nipples
absently as he fondled his erect cock. He didn't cumm in front of me again.
Not that week.
I had been masturbating at least twice a day before Spring Break, but the last
week of it, I just couldn't. I was hot. Hotter than I'd ever been, but when
I tried to think about making love with Chris, or maybe even my favorite movie
star Harrison Ford, all I could picture was Fred. Holding my hand captive
while he stroked his dick. And guilt would assail me for how it made me feel.
How thinking about him naked and touching me made me nearly cumm without even
touching myself. My dreams were horrifyingly sexual. And almost real. So
real that I would wake in a sheen of sweat, still cumming as the images of his
hands on my body faded from my mind. I went back to my great-grandmother's
house after break. Lila looked at me like I had been doing something wrong.
Which was true. For once. For the first time really. I knew that if I
stayed there much longer, Lila would kill me. One way or another. Whether I
met with some accident, or whether she just managed to kill my soul and I
walked around anyway, finally doing her bidding without thought or question.
The latter was actually more frightening to me. Being dead inside. I vowed
to leave. To go back with my mother. Even if it meant being with Fred.
Being his toy. I didn't care.
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