Message-ID: <28706asstr$981105006@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Michael" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2919.6600 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 01 Feb 2001 23:33:37 CST Subject: {ASSM} Michaels Sexual Awakenings chapter six Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2001 04:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly chapter 6 Grade ten was soon complete and my last summer without a driver's license would take place. This was a fact of life that annoyed many teenagers I suppose. Fifteen was a tough age. I fancied myself a man, and though still pre-occupied with sex, there seemed to be something humiliating about still having to get around by bicycle, or worse, being driven by PARENTS - ack! The P-word! There would be several girls that summer that would get their hands down my pants, and many a night I returned home from that cemetery with soggy pants. But having lost my virginity that previous spring (See chapter 5) there seemed no chance of a repeat performance. Somewhat cowed by Robin's reactions that fateful night, I never got "close" to another girl for some time. Oh, there were many romps that summer, and I came close, but the big nasty would not occur again that summer. My junior year would start out neatly, however. Almost, but not quite sixteen, many of my friends were driving. Those nights in the graveyard would gradually be replaced by nights at the drive-in theaters. As school started in the fall and my birthday approached I had great schemes as to how my life was going to change when I got my license. Already having gained some notice for my ice hockey finesse it seemed more and more girls were interested in shy little ol' me. And I ate it up. And just when I thought I had experienced all life had to offer there came Barb. Now Barb was a fast girl. She had quite the reputation, and many boys had bragged about getting some from her. This I never quite followed. Barb (nobody called her Barbara) was pretty. A brunette, slim, small but nice breasts. She seemed quiet and unassuming, and she sat next to me in my fourth hour biology class. I had heard the rumors about her but it just didn't seem to fit her - she did not appear at all to me to be that "type" of girl. I don't know, maybe I just liked her or something. And she liked me. Though I had never exchanged words with her all year to that point, she came up to me after class one day and invited me to her house that Friday night for a party. I was flattered that she had at last noticed me and of course accepted. Barb lived on the other side of town, however and so it took some arranging. My buddy Al drove and had his own car (rich parents - didn't you just hate kids like that!). Al, myself and two other buddies made our way out to Barb's that night, though some reluctance was expressed by my not too hip pals. Seemed they were not too sure of this "Barb" but I pressed them into it. I am not sure what I was expecting at Barb's that night but I was surprised by what I did find - or didn't find as the case may be. The place was filled. Tons of kids had shown up - it was virtually a who's who of the school. All the top football players, most of the guys from the soccer team (Jim and John were there) - how come I hadn't been invited to one of these before. There was NO booze. Not an ounce. Zip. This was the cleanest party I had ever attended. Not what I had been led to believe about "fast" Barb. The night passed uneventfully, I tried but to no avail did I really spend any time alone with Barb, as she was busy playing the perfect hostess. Realizing I had misread (?) her signals, my friends and I left around midnight or so, after graciously thanking her for the invite. Barb tried to talk us (me) into staying, but frankly ... it was boring. Not that I drank (I didn't, I was a goody 2 shoes in fact as were most of my friends in this regard), it was just that nothing happened. I thought. I was to learn the following week about a rousing game of truth or dare that broke out among the last few to leave that party. Ahh - another opportunity missed, but still I couldn't picture Barb in that game (although I could certainly picture her naked - God there was something about her - or maybe I just got horny any time a girl paid me attention). I got a second chance with Barb. Would I like to a go to a movie with her - to the drive-in? You see, Barb had her license, being about 3 months older than me. It was late October, so things were cool out; this wasn't the deep south folks!). I said yes. Friday rolled by and Barb came by to pick me up. My parents were not at all enthused when they saw a girl coming to pick me up for the movies - they were used to me going out with the guys. I think for a fleeting moment they were worried about some young vixen corrupting their little boy - Jeez, were they too late -). It did feel a little awkward, her in the drivers seat. Once parked, she insisted we both move to the back (no problem). It looked like another typical night of wet, sticky pants was on the way. Shortly into the movie, Barb made the first move (I must have been the slowest mover in that school - I wonder now, did the girls all talk about us and was that my reputation? Was I a special challenge, or did these girls just like to be in control?). She planted her lips on mine and began deep kissing, french style. And she was good at it, real good. Robin was sweet but Barb, well ... Barb kissed like she was going to suck it out of me. It was ... different. I liked it though, and my body responded as it always did. Barb wasted little time. She placed both of my hands on her chest and I realized for the first time she wasn't wearing a bra. Hmmm. Maybe she was "fast" after all. I worked those tits from the outside for a while and without needing any urging, soon had my hands underneath her sweater. She would groan and sigh, and these sounds further enticed me. Barb was not shy at this at all. I was beginning to wonder what I had my hands on when I felt her hands on me. All over me. First they were inside my shirt, rubbing me roughly. Then one hand in my crotch. She pressed tightly, squeezing my thing through my pants. "Do me like I do you" she instructed. Obligingly, I dropped one hand from her mammaries to the forbidden zone. I could feel the moistness already. She was so wet, the moisture could be felt through her loose fitting slacks. I could feel her panties through the material of her slacks and sought the crack. "Ummmmmm" she sighed. I think I was touching the right buttons. Without a word, she reached over and unsnapped her own pants, and opened the front, exposing her delicious panties. I felt my prick jump as I got this new view, and jump again as I felt her unfastening my belt. Delicately now her hands were feeling my underwear. A pull here, a tug there. Just enough to keep the little pre-cum moistening my member, but not enough for me to come - the hands of experience I would later determine. My own hands went exploring as well. I loved the feel of the lacy panties she wore. And the wetness. It was a virtual flood in that back seat. Emboldened, I worked one finger under the waistband, and then a second. She lifted her hips and sighed, encouraging me further. Another finger, and now all three were in her snatch. I put a finger inside, a second and rotated them for all I was worth. Her own hands fumbled with my underwear, reaching inside and working the rim, but her touch became erratic. First she had the spot, then she didn't. And then with a quiet scream she dug her fingers hard into me and her body erupted in orgasm. Her body seemed to writhe under my touch and she held be spellbound. Panting like a dog, she gasped for breath and pulled by hand away from her crevice, saying "Stop, that's enough". This event had caught me by surprise. Many a girl I had fondled and surely they must have (some of them) orgasmed too but I had never though about it before. Now Barb, well ... she orgasmed. This was incredibly exciting. When she had her breath, she leaned over and kissed me again, full on the mouth. "Relax now" she whispered, and placed my hands at my side. I left my hands where she had placed them, and now Barb slowly crouched over me in the back seat of this car. "Raise your hips a little" she ordered. Doing as I was told, she bent forward more, and slowly pulled down my underwear and pants, down to my knees. Slowly, teasingly she slid her hand up and down my shaft. More pre-cum oozed from the tip, and she would wipe it first on her finger, and then spread it around my phallus. "Oh God, that feels good", I uttered. "Hmmmmmmmm" she licked her lips seductively. And then slowly. Ever so slowly Barb lowered herself so she was king of sitting, or kneeling on the floor, here warm lips hovering over my raging erection. She licked her lips again and I closed my eyes. Like a cat with a mouse she played with me, initially with the tip of her tongue slowly tantalizing the underside of my member. Then a more forceful swipe all around the head. Her tongue was now swirling around the glans, and one hand stroked the base of my penis while the other cupped my balls. It was too much. "Barb. BARB I'M GONNA ...", she worked it furiously, and pulled her lips off only at the last second (like a pro), as I blasted off, jets of jism streaking to all corners of the back seat. She continued to stroke me, wriggling every drop out, ignoring the cum all over her car. I thought she would stop after I came but instead she continued slowly massaging my member, not letting it go soft, but avoiding the really sensitive spots like the head or glans. I laid back, enjoying watching her make love to my penis, itself covered with cum. Then she leaned over and once more took my cum-soaked manhood into her mouth again. Gently, her tongue and lips sucked the sperm from my dick, which was still risen to the occasion. I began to rock with the motion, and soon found myself "fucking" her face, both hands on the back of her head. She was into this in her own little world and there was no stopping her (who would want to). The windows were completely steamed over and it felt like the car was rocking as the assault on my dick continued. When her jaw tired, she would rest briefly, and then start anew. In perhaps fifteen minutes I was there again. This time, without warning I came in her mouth. She didn't stop sucking, opening her lips enough to let air in and some sperm trickle out. I pulled out of her, ending the smorgasbord of delight, exhausted. After a rest we had more fun and games, I eventually got her pants off and got here off again. We didn't go all the way but we sure petted our way through that movie. She wanted more kissing, but after coming in her mouth I had lost all interest in that. This pissed her off somewhat and perhaps I was selfish - it was something I just couldn't bring myself to do at the time. We did the drive in two more times and though we never had sex again after that fall, we were friendly towards each other all through high school. I got my own license that winter and, well, once that was done more escapades would follow. I ran into Barb two years after high school. We met at a friends out of town wedding and had one last (adult) rendezvous. Barb was training for the Peace Corps at that time and would eventually ship out to some where in the Carribean. She sent a postcard to our high school ten year re-union. She was married and living in Brazil. Now there must be a story there but I've never heard it. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+