Message-ID: <20530eli$9903130427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ArtaDeux@aol.com Subject: Kristianna and the Italians II(18/?)(mf,teen,cons,rom) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <2b239a55.36ea0643@aol.com> 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 sort of thing is prohibitted in your town, city, county, state, country, province, or erotica is offensive to you, STOP READING. I, the author give permission for this work to be posted and archived on ASSM and ASS, according to their standards and welcome reviewer's (Celestial and Annex) comments. This work may not be posted to any pay sites or reproduced for profit, other than for the author's own monetary benefit. If you have a personal comment, please feel free to e-mail me at 'Art aDeux@AOL.com'. I will only respond to nice people so don't bother e-mailing me if you're going to be a jerk. Copyright 1999 Art aDeux@AOL.com (Sasha) Kristianna 18 Kristianna Meets the other Italian boy (Briefly) Part two of three We collapsed against each other on the table. Long moments passed as we held one another with his cock slowly softening and finally sliding out of me. The ensuing flood of our combined juices puddled between my legs and I squirmed as some tickled it's way down my ass crack. I giggled and sent another stream teasing down my cheeks as well. "I think we could use a shower," Rick said looking at me with a smile. "At least I know you could, being the repository for my long pent up lust!" "Don't you jack off?" I asked with mock severity. "I mean, this could be the reason you don't have a girlfriend. Scare her off by damn near drowning her the first time you make love!" "What? And flood my bed? Drown myself? I don't think so 'Missy'!" he teased as he lifted me off the table, drenching his legs with another draught of frothy liquid. "There, now look what you've done!" I stood on the floor and we looked at each other before breaking out in gales of laughter. "Where is your bathroom?" I asked between gasps for air and giggles of glee. We headed off to his parents luxurious bath and treated ourselves to a swirling mix of vanilla scented bubbles and jets of water. He kissed and cuddled me, insisting on washing my hair. "I've never met a girl who had such beautiful hair. And so much of it!" he said, noting the thickness of my mane. "I've never met a guy who had hair better than mine!" I countered. I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was later than I'd thought. "Rick, it's almost nine, I've got to get home and change for the party." "Wear what you wore earlier." "It doesn't work like that for girls. We can't just show up to a party wearing what we wore to school that day. Jeez, men," I added in an exasperated tone. "Is your mom expecting you back before we go?" "Nah, she's not home this weekend. Work." "Wear a pair of my jeans then, we can probably find a shirt that will contain those luscious tits of yours somewhere in this house," Rick said as he fondled my breasts before returning once again to my hair, this time brushing conditioner through it with a comb. "I don't think I'll fit into your clothes Rick. You're taller than I am, and I have a bigger chest. And, I do refuse to raid your mother's clothes. No matter how much she likes me, I don't think that's an option." He took the shower wand and rinsed my hair before turning off the jets and draining the tub. "We'll see," he said as we stepped out and dried off. I followed him to his bedroom and he grabbed a pair of nicely worn Levi's. I shook my head but humored him, pulling them up my thighs only to be stopped at the hips. "This year's jean crop is a bit larger, but not as well worn," Rick said as he threw me another pair. I shucked the first pair and pulled the new ones on. To my surprise, they fit nicely, riding just at my hips and cupping my ass gently. "One problem solved," he said as he moved to the other side of his closet and delved into the neatly hung shirts. A half dozen were passed by as 'not my color' until he had a crisp long sleeved Ralph Lauren button down in oxford blue. "Try this one." I pulled the shirt on and found that it buttoned, a little snugly, but it fit. I began to take it off. "What are you doing?" Rick asked. "I left my bra in the kitchen, it's kind of difficult to put on a bra when you're already wearing a shirt." "Leave it off," he said walking towards me. "Huh?" "Leave it off," he repeated as he re-buttoned the three middle buttons and pulled the tails together, tying them neatly in a knot at my waist. I looked down as he unbuttoned the top and revealed the swell of my cleavage, unaided by the bra. He caressed the tops of my breasts for a moment before pulling away. "There, you look edible, and if I don't stop, we won't ever make it to that party!" "I can't go to a party with no bra, no underwear, hair undone!" I complained. "Who said anything about your not having your hair done?" he asked as he quickly slipped on another pair of jeans and grabbed a navy blue Polo shirt from the hanger. Taking my hand he led me back down the hall to his bathroom where he sat me down on the toilet seat and proceeded to comb the last of the tangles from my tresses. A few touches of mousse here and there and he bent to the task of blow-drying my massive mane. Twenty minutes later he turned if off and began to brush my slightly damp hair before parting it and pulling it back from my face a piece at a time. The result was a stunning form of French braiding that left tendrils to gently frame my face, while the rest was pulled back into a loose sort of basket weave. He grabbed a black hair band from a drawer and fixed the braid halfway down my back. "God you've got so much hair, it's incredible. Wait here," he said as he bent to kiss me before going down the hall. He returned with a dark blue ribbon and tied it at the base of the braid, effectively hiding the black hair band and finishing his work with a flourish. He stood me up and handed me an unopened tube of lipstick and dark brown eyeliner. "These will suit you," Rick said as he turned to work on his own fabulous mane. I shook my head and headed for the kitchen to find my boots and socks, then back to the master bathroom when I realized I'd taken them off to bathe, not before sex. I slid the lace topped socks on and laced up the lightly heeled pixie boots before standing up and attending to my face. The brown liner, I discovered was also unused and I had to search for a sharpener before getting to business. I finished and applied the lipstick which was merely an enhancement, maybe a shade darker than my own lipcolor. "Perfect!" Rick said as he viewed me with approval from the doorway. His hair was styled neatly and new K-Swiss were on his feet. "Are you ready to go now?" he asked, coming to wrap his arms around me. "Are you sure you want me to head out this door with no bra on, and no panties? I realize that we're not officially 'going out', but after the episode on the kitchen table, I'm not sure. . ." I fell silent. "We're not officially 'going out'?" Rick queried in a small voice. "I thought after the episode on the kitchen table you'd be perfectly clear as to our relationship!" "You're mocking me," I said as I thought of his odd comment, uttered in passion just before he came. "I thought when you said 'I'm falling' it was simply another euphemism for 'I'm coming', kind of like the Japanese say, 'I'm going'. I didn't want to read more into orgasmic splendor than I should have." "For such a beautiful brunette, you are very dense," Rick said. "You don't get my jokes, or my puns, or my attempts at general levity, or my subtle way of telling you that I'm falling in love with you!" He kissed the tip of my nose. "Are you sure you don't dye your hair? It's in good condition, but I can't help but think you have some salon here in town dye those roots. Oh wait, they'd have to color your pubic hair as well. Scandal! Unless he's gay. But then that wouldn't really matter since you ARE under age!" I grinned. "Stop it!" "She does get it!" Rick shouted. "And if I have my way, she'll get it again and again, and again! At least once more tonight as well!" "You're manic," I giggled. "Let's go." My heeled boots clicked as we walked to 'Ghia'. Rick opened the door for me and I slid in, reaching over to unlock the driver's door. The drive was across town into the 'new rich' neighborhood. It took about twenty minutes by freeway, but Rick insisted on driving the 'Miracle Mile' down the heart of Stockton, showing off his car. So we didn't actually get to the party until well past eleven. Which could be considered early by some standards. The street was filled with cars and I quickly suggested that we park on the next block to avoid a ticket or worse, damage to his car from someone who was less than careful about drinking and driving. "I take it back Ti, you're not blonde at all," he said as he squeezed my hand. We walked the block and a half back to the party location and entered through the back gate. Nick R. greeted us as we walked past the line of kegs that adorned the patio. "Hey Rick! Heard from Shelly that you're over at Lincoln this year?" Nick called. "Yup," Rick said leading me over to chat with our host. "How's Shelly doing anyway? I haven't talked to her in ages and I'm not even sure my mom has her number anymore. How'd she know I transferred to Lincoln?" "Ahh, she's okay. Her step-dad moved them up to Sacramento for some tech job and she called Nanna a while back. Nanna knows everything." "This is true. Have you met Kristianna, Nick?" Rick said as he drew me forward. "Ti, this is my very distant cousin Nick who plays a great game of chess although his jock buddies don't know it." I smiled. "Well, now I know where all those great plays come from!" "Shh! Don't tell the guys, they think I'm just another dumb jock! If that ever changes, I'll have to go learn me some jujitsu like my cousin here to defend myself from the beatings I'll get!" The guys laughed companionably. "Help yourself to anything you want Ti." I wandered away to grab a wine cooler and chat with a few friends. The night moved quickly into early morning and the party got louder and rowdier as the participants polished off the last keg. I looked for Rick to tell him I was ready to go but didn't see him. "You look a little lost," a masculine voice said behind me. I turned to see who it was. "Nick! Hey, I was just looking for Rick. It's getting late and I don't want to be here when your neighbors finally get sick of the noise and call the cops." "Nah, won't happen. Their kids are all over here partying! On another note. . ." his gaze dropped to my breasts, straining at the fabric of Rick's shirt, "you are quite the dish, how'd you stumble into Rick's arms? Is it serious?" "I'll take that as a compliment, and I don't know if it's serious, I think we're a little too young for marriage, don't you?" I teased, trying to make light of his rather obvious come on. Nick moved a little closer and I could see that he'd had quite a bit to drink. His handsome face leered a little as he ogled my cleavage more openly. His masculinity was a little imposing, but for some reason I felt a tug of desire. I shook myself mentally. What was wrong with me? I'd just made love with an incredibly sexy guy just hours before and here I was pondering what it would be like to kiss the guy's cousin? Nick reached out and pulled me close as his lips descended on mine. I opened my mouth in protest and was rewarded by his tongue, tangy from his last shot of tequila. All reason left my mind as he explored my mouth leisurely, finally pulling back. "I see why Rick likes you. Absolutely stunning," Nick said as he grabbed my hand and pressed it against the hard length of his cock. Involuntarily my fingers curled to grasp his cock more fully. "You're drunk!" I accused, snatching my hand away. He laughed. "Never stopped me from enjoying a beautiful girl before!" Nick reached up and brushed an errant strand of my hair away from my face. "You really are stunning Ti, I mean that," he murmured, dipping his head and kissing my lips just briefly. "I'm sorry I offended you." Embarrassed, I said a brief 'it's okay' before excusing myself to look for Rick. I found him in the game room, running his fingers through a gorgeous blonde head of hair. He pulled the tresses up and framed her cute face with a half twist up do that made her look more mature. "There you are Ti! This is Michelle. She says you have lit together." I nodded a polite greeting to her then turned to Rick. "I'd like to go now if you don't mind." "Sure," he said, looking slightly puzzled at my curt demeanor. He said a quick good-bye to his new friend and we headed for the door. Nick called out a good night and Rick waved. We walked the block and a half back to the car in silence. "Did I do something wrong?" he inquired as he started 'Ghia' and pulled from the curb. "No," I practically snapped, thinking of Nick's lazy exploration of my mouth and feeling the heat spread once again to my pussy. Rick pulled up in front of my house and I got out. He walked me to my door and took the keys from my trembling hands. "Want me to come in for a while? I don't see your mom's car. I can stay if you want," he added as he opened the door and I stepped inside. "Make sure you lock your car," I called over my shoulder as I headed upstairs to my bedroom. I heard the front door close and the deadbolt click as he made sure we were safely locked in. The porch light was turned off and his soft footfalls on the carpeted stairs brought him closer. I'd changed into a short cream colored silk shift with spaghetti straps. I left my hair in the lose weave he'd created earlier. The light on the headboard of my waterbed backlit me a little and he sucked in his breath. "Ti, you look like a dark haired angel with the light coming from behind you like that." He strode forward and kissed me passionately, pulling the ribbon and the elastic band from my braid in one swift motion. His fingers gently worked my locks from the intricate design and my hair flowed free once again. Rick kicked off his sneakers and stripped off his jeans and shirt, standing before me completely naked before grinning impishly and asking just how he was supposed to lift me into my captain's bed. "That's what the step stool is for!" I chided as I led him to the left side of the bed where it sat. I got in and he followed, complaining that I must like sleeping on an iceberg. I turned the heater on and covered us with the comforter. "You'll just have to find inventive ways to keep warm until the water heats up!" I turned into his arms and we settled to kissing and exploring one another. His cock, already at half mast when we got into bed, quickly rose to fullness and pressed insistently against my thigh. I reached down to stroke him and he threw back the covers, exposing us both. "Two can play at this," Rick sighed as his fingers found their mark, toying with my erect clit. He bent and captured a hard silk covered nipple between his teeth. He nipped at it, eliciting a yelp of pleasure from me. We continued to stroke one another until he withdrew and pulling me to a kneeling position, stripped the nightie from my form. He placed a pillow near the middle of the bed and directed me to lean over it with my ass in the air. "I've never done this in a waterbed before, so if it doesn't go as planned, don't laugh, okay?" Rick asked with a grin. I spread my legs a little. "Well, the good news is that since I've never even had sex before in my waterbed, I don't know what to expect. It's hard to disappoint without a reference point." Rick positioned his swollen cock and began working it into me. I was a little sore from his size the last time, but I concentrated on relaxing. As his prick gained entry the soreness dissipated and all I could think of was how very good it felt. His slow, purposeful penetration worked me quickly to the edge and as the waterbed rocked gently with our motion I came, moaning with pleasure. "You're too quick Ti!" Rick said without real complaint, pulling out and throwing himself down beside me. He pushed my tousled hair aside, kissing my arm and neck. "Make me come for you," he urged, "Ride me till I can't stop coming." I rested on my knees and looked at his lean form, seeing again the disparity between frame and endowment as his huge cock jutted upward. He pulled me close and we kissed as I straddled his cock and sank slowly to the hilt. The base of his cock widened and stretched my pussy lips, causing me to shiver as my clit responded to the stimulation. I sat back and placing my hands on his chest began to ride him with increasing pace, gripping his cock with my inner muscles. Rick's hands played with my breasts and when he teased at the nipples, I did the same to him. He groaned at the sensation and I lost myself in his eyes as I continued to tease at the little buds. His dick throbbed in my pussy. I reached back to fondle his balls and found them tight and hard. Rick moaned again as I moved up his cock, keeping just the head in my wet pussy before sliding back down the entire length. "Don't stop Ti, ummm, that's it," he urged. "Don't talk unless you want me to come again Rick," I said as the raw sensuality of his voice sent shockwaves of sensation straight to my filled cunt. "I do want you to come again," he said as his hips thrust up against me. I slid my hands across his chest once more and, using my left hand, toyed with a stiff brown nub while my right hand sought and found my aching clit. Rick watched as I fingered myself, occasionally touching the base of his cock. I was on the verge of climax, holding back only to try and bring him off. I didn't have long to wait. "Oh god! Yes, fuck me baby! Do it to me! Ahh yes, that's it, come with me Ti!" I shuddered as his words pushed me over the edge while his cock pulsed and throbbed deep in my clenching pussy. My climax seemed to last forever and with each pulse of his cock, Rick groaned in pure pleasure. I leaned forward and my hair fell like a beaded curtain around us. He reached up and drew my head down for a kiss. His cock continued to twitch inside me for long minutes, each movement sending fresh tremors through my body. "You will kill me with pleasure Rick," I said as his dick slowly softened and slid from my still-tense pussy. I felt his come, shot so deep in me, edging ever closer to expulsion from my snatch and moved to grab a hand towel I had left folded on my headboard to staunch the sticky flow. "Would that be so bad?" he asked sleepily. "I don't know, depends on how many times I get laid before I die," I said as I curled up next to him under the covers. He snickered a little and pulled my arm over his torso to hold my hand. I slid into dreamland without another thought. (Note to curious persons. If you thought it odd that a teenaged boy be interested in hair, clothes and makeup, and STILL be heterosexual, you'd be slightly on track. Rick, (Obviously not his real name for reasons that will become clear in just another line or two.) went on to become a major make- up/wardrobe person in Hollywierd. We still trade birthday cards and pix of his wife and kids inhabit my photo albums.) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----