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Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
aren't old enough to read this, go home!  Don't blame me if you have
problems which result from reading further.

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2001.  Please
don't distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for
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This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons
is unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people,
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permission, and any representations of them should not be
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T-shirt Teasing At Easter (Part 2 of 2) - by Jeff Zephyr
 (jeffzeph@hotmail.com)
(MF rom cons oral exhib, F exhib)
c 2001.  All Commercial Rights Reserved.

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T-shirt Teasing At Easter by Jeff Zephyr (part 2)


"I love you," I told her, finally having a chance to say the words to
her.  I was still hard, and hot from her warmth and wetness.  I was
very ready for my own ultimate pleasure, but I didn't want to risk
trying another standing fuck.  The strain of holding her up, and not
falling over myself in the slippery shower, had tired me some, and I
could feel it in my arms and legs.  But passion can make up for many
other kinds of exhaustion.

My darling is wise about such things, though, even when her desire for
variety in our shared lustful sensations is strong.  Besides, she'd
gotten her joyful buzz, which makes it easier to think about other
things.

She told me, "Sit down at the end, OK, on the flat edge."

I did that, and she straddled my legs, kissing me again.  She rubbed
her body against mine, making circles with her breasts and nipples,
which were still hard.  Then, she let go of the kiss on my lips, and
softly kissed down my body.  But instead of just using her lips, she
held one breast in each hand, and used them to massage my chest, my
nipples, down my abdomen, kisses following.  When she got to my pubic
area, she pressed her breasts around my hard cock.  Then, rubbed one
nipple up and down the shaft, stopping at the very tip of my cock,
then used the other breast to do the same.  Her hands lightly stroked
my thighs, softly brushing against my scrotum.  Water still splashed
on us, and the dampness from the shower, and my own arousal, my
unfulfilled desire, made this excruciatingly pleasurable, almost too
much to take.

I could have shot off merely from these touches, light as they were,
but I wanted to hold out.  What should come soon, when she was ready,
and if I held out, was the best way to share our love.  I know, our
coupling, our sweet pubic intercourse, is special as well, but I can't
help finding tasting each other, feeding ourselves to each other, to
be even more intense.

I'd closed my eyes, partly due to my need for sleep, but more to make
it easier to resist adding the sight of her pleasing me so to the
sensations of her touch.  The touch of the tip of her hot tongue
surprised me, jolting me awake.  There was no transition, no delay
between the end of her nipple-rubbing "hand job" and the start of her
oral ecstasy.  I felt a terrifying pleasure, as if I might explode, as
her tongue was followed by her teeth, lips, gums, and throat, as she
slid right down my shaft.  Her hands ran across my scrotum, still
tickling it, adding to my pleasure as her head bobbed up and down in
my lap.  Her tongue danced against my cock while she did this, as it
did against mine when we kissed.  Each time she pulled up, she swirled
her tongue around to catch the sensitive edge around the head, and the
very tip, sucking and licking hard there, bringing me almost to
bursting each time, before she moved back down again to swallow me
whole.  I felt my orgasm come closer, unable to hold it back, no
matter what she did.  I knew that she knew that I was about to come,
because she pressed down all way, squeezing her mouth tight around my
cock, making sure that my shot went entirely inside her.

"God, I love you so!" I said, almost yelling, trying to keep quiet,
though I suspect our other sounds were loud before.  My orgasm was a
long one, and very intense, amplified by the delay, the slow, loving
teasing, our glorious standing fuck.  She didn't let go of me right
away, either.  She held on until I stopped moving, then licked with
her tongue, still holding my cock inside her, letting not a single
drop fall out.  At least, I didn't see any escape.  My hardness
softened, and still she licked it, sucked it softly, pleasantly
relaxing me, careful now that I was more sensitive there.  It was at
least a couple of minutes after I'd come before she let me go, taking
her mouth off my cock, smiling up at me.

In the shower, we could have easily just cleaned up with water, rather
than using her tongue to remove my fluids, but she didn't do that
today.  Nor most times, because she loves to taste me.  As much as I
love tasting her, I think.

"So, should we get out of here and go to bed?", she asked me, implying
that we might do something other than sleep there by her tone.

I'm tired, and I could use the rest.  Real sleep, not making love,
even though sex is often better than sleep.  My orgasm filled me with
blissful peace, the glow of love, so I could let it go, and cuddle
naked with her in bed.  In the morning, we would be refreshed, ready
to go.  I'd even leave the alarm clock set so we'd wake up early,
before anyone else.

But in the kitchen, I'd developed an appetite for pussy, talking about
eating it.  Especially her sweet clit, which she'd showed off to me so
well, and hadn't waited long enough for me to eat it there.  She stood
up again in the shower, in front of me, and her body showed clear
signs that she'd appreciate a little more attention.  Her clit was
still showing, her natural moistness, not just the shower's wetness,
in her opening, and her nipples were hard, even in this relaxing
warmth.

My tongue was ready, and my mouth watered in anticipation.  I loved
the taste of pussy, especially hers.  My desire for it felt like true
hunger, as if for a sweet treat, not merely sexual.

The tricky part would be how to best do this, in the shower, without
drowning or falling.  I loved the extra stimulation the water added,
but sitting at the end would mean that we'd miss out on that.  So, I
didn't want to simply reverse our positions.  I still was tired, and
coherent thought was difficult.  I just couldn't decide how to get
started doing what I wanted to do.  Fortunately, I knew a way to
quickly get an answer about how to best please my lover.

"Darling," I said, "I owe you a 'tip'," sticking my tongue out at her
to make my point. "I want to eat you up, but I want to watch the water
vibrate your nipples, as long as we're doing it in here. 'Cause you
know, I think that would make it feel even better.  So, how do you
think I should best do that?"

She didn't take long thinking about it, and told me, "Standing up, me
facing into the shower, so you can crawl between my legs and have a
real good meal!"

Turning around, she did that, facing away from me, legs spread,
holding on to the sides for support.  Her backside looked delicious,
water pouring down her body, her hair flowing back behind her.  I had
a fleeting thought of something other than pussy eating pleasure, but
my cock wasn't quite ready for that, and I owed her a marvelous tip
for what she'd already done for me.

I moved behind her, hugging her, pressing my body against her back. 
Rubbing her breasts, holding them, I kissed the back of her neck,
nuzzling her beneath her hair, loving the smell and taste of her body.
It was so easy to figure out what to do to make her happy when I let
her guide me.  Much better than trying to guess on my own, especially
with my brain fogged from work, and now, the pleasures of sex.

My lips continued to press against her flesh, barely leaving it, as I
licked and kissed my way slowly down her back, following her spine.  I
left my hands holding her breasts, tweaking her nipples, knowing that
she loved it when her hard nipples were played with.  Her pussy was my
target, but a slower approach would be better, sweeter when it finally
arrived, just as her slow blow job buildup had been for me.  I owed
her more than just another quick orgasm, something special to
celebrate our holiday.

As I reached the base of her spine, I felt her tense in anticipation
of my contact on her sensitive nether regions.  I dropped my hands
down slowly off her breasts, caressing her sides and abdomen, as I
traced a wet path of licks and nibbles right down the middle of her
ass.  Clean from our shower, I didn't hesitate to lick at her anus,
something I knew she liked, in moderation.  Not as sensitive as her
pussy, nor able to induce the same pleasure, but still very arousing,
stimulating, and a wonderful treat on the path to my ultimate goal.
Not unpleasant at all, I stayed on it for a minute or so, making her
squeal.

"Oh, that is so sweet, you can eat me all up, as much as you want,"
she sighed.

I was glad, in part because getting her off while standing would be
harder the second time, unless she was fully relaxed and into the
sensations.  Not that I'd say anything to suggest that we speed things
up, but I was worried about my stamina, making love to her while
kneeling under her while still tired from my long day.

I licked, lapped, and slurped my way between her back opening and the
sweet one in front, pushing my fingers and tongue into her vagina.  I
turned while under her, to face up and forward, looking right up at
her lovely pussy, and even further up at her breasts, and her face
smiling down at me.  I felt the water rushing across her, falling on
her body, her pussy, into my mouth.  But the juices flowing from her
vagina were all hers, falling into my mouth, tasting delicious.  The
taste her sweetness, the delightful scent of her sex, and the
awesomely delightful vision in front of my eyes, revitalized me. 
Especially her pert clit, standing up in the water, reacting to each
splash, looking like a soft berry, ready to eat.

There might have been some biochemical explanation, pheromones or
something like that, explaining why the taste and smell of my love
made this experience so intense, so overpowering, driving me to
action.  My heart pumped hard, my energy returned, as the feast of
love in front of me drew me upward.  I dove right in, licking her up
and down, pressing my face hard into her pussy, and letting her press
back just as hard.  Her whole body shifted to guide me where she
wanted to go, one of the special advantages to making love to her like
this, from underneath her.  Soon, she pushed her clit right into my
mouth, and kept it there, letting me know that it was time for the
main course, no stopping until I'd eaten it all.

Such a tiny morsel, yet it drove both of our passions.  I ate her
hard, sucking it in tight, as she pushed down, pressing her pussy
against my face, her tender clit against my hard teeth.  I bit it,
lightly, knowing that it wouldn't hurt her now, just as her nibbling
didn't hurt when she sucked on me.  Gently, holding her delight button
in place, so I could lick it, press it flat with my tongue.  Then
harder, when she didn't pull away, but pressed herself down against
me, wanting more.  Bite, release, lick, softly lick, bite harder,
release, hold it gently.  When I held her between my teeth, she'd pull
up, forcing me to squeeze harder or let her get away, and she squealed
in delight.  Just when I feared I might do her harm, she'd slip back
down, so I could let go of her, lick her, drive her crazy with
pleasure.

"Oh, OK, that's it," she cried, trying to remain quiet, but unable to
avoid revealing her orgasm to me, and anyone else who might be
listening.  I kept up my attentions to her for a long time, repeating
our bite, pull, drop, and lick pattern, until she almost fell down,
legs wobbly.  I held her up, hands under her butt, and kept supporting
her as her climax continued.  More than one, it felt to me, but I was
willing to keep going as long as she did.

When she stopped pushing down, and tried to steady herself rather than
let me support her, I let her clit escape.  I moved to lick her
gently, lapping lower, softly on her labia and in her vagina.  I could
taste her sweetness, still dripping, and enjoyed it.  A marvelous
treat, a reward for the pleasure I had given her.

I felt very loved, her pleasing me earlier, and my doing it for her so
well.  I was ready to rest, to sleep.  We'd awaken refreshed, and
ready to enjoy our vacation holiday at home.  We'd been in the shower
a long time, and were very soaked, water starting to make our skin
crinkle.  It was time to get out and go to bed, for real.

We got out, but found only one clean towel to dry off with.  That one
was too small for both of us, and too small to cover me alone, let
alone my naked darling's sweet body.  Not very well, anyway.

"Poor planning, I suppose," I said, smiling too show my amusement, not
anger.  "Not to get more towels out when we have company, or think to
find some before we got wet and naked in here."

Then, I kissed her, to show that I really wasn't upset.  Her sweet
nectar was still on my lips, but that didn't matter, us sharing her
flavor.  I wanted her to feel good, loved, and happy, not to spoil
this moment. 

When our kiss broke, she said, "We don't need a towel for cover, if no
one is awake.  We can just ran past quietly, quickly to our room, and
no one will even know."

That idea was exciting, showing off without really being seen.  But I
offered, "You could put the towel in front of you, and keep your pussy
from being on display, just in case."

"And leave you exposed, your lovely sweet cock on display instead?  No
way!  Besides, I figure that if they get a peek at my tits and ass,
they may as well see the rest of me.  If I were to cover up, I might
hide my tits."

"Why?"

She giggled, and said, "Because that is what guys look at first, and
tease us women about the most.  Not all guys are like you, looking at
my pussy as my best feature."

We could have used my dirty clothes, or tried to figure out something
else to offer us modesty.  But it was our house, and besides, using
anything which wasn't clean would defeat the washing up purpose of our
showers.  A naked run to our room, as well, would be exciting, even
with the risk that our guests might see more than we might otherwise
like.  It just didn't seem like something too out of line to do.  I
was still tired, too, and just getting into bed seemed like a grand
plan, no matter what else happened.

Once we finished drying each other as best as we could, we took a
moment to admire each other, looking in the mirror, seeing the glow
from our lovemaking on our bodies and faces.  That gave me confidence
for the next step, our stealthy trip to our room.  We left the
bathroom, turning the light down, but not off, since someone might
need to find their way in during the night.  My darling didn't try to
cover herself in the least, so I didn't either.  If we were spotted,
we wanted to look natural, I guess, not as if we were being
deliberately, sneakily naked in our home.  We walked quietly past our
sleeping guests, and didn't spot anyone stirring.  Not running,
despite our hasty plan.  Quiet moves in the dark would attract less
attention, my darling realized, and tripping over something would
surely alarm everyone.

We made it to our own room, and closed the door.  Privacy, safe in our
room, still naked, not observed.  At least, no one did or said
anything to indicate that they'd seen us, but we might not know until
later if someone was awake enough to silently watch us pass.  We
hugged and kissed again, celebrating our "escape" from our bathroom
without clothing.

Sliding into bed, still naked and damp, she found a towel nearby, and
began to use it on my hair, then hers.  Then, we cuddled closely, for
warmth and love, because it did feel chilly now.  More, for the
pleasure of our bodies, our naked contact still thrilling me.

Our plan to sleep didn't work, not for long anyway.  We started
talking about various things.  The kids, her day, my day, our Easter
plans, things we needed to do for our holiday visit, and other such
usual sorts of conversations between us, sharing our lives together. 
Our conversation ended up going back to her day, and why she was
waiting up wearing just a T-shirt, and willing to greet me in it
without putting more on, with guests in our home.

"I was waiting for you, warming myself under the covers.  Not just
body warmth, you know?  I knew we'd end up being busy this weekend,
and I really wanted to get some with you, real loving time.  That's
all.  I really didn't think about our guests, and besides, they were
all asleep."

I didn't mind that, of course, and explained that, and we talked more
about what had happened because of her 'indiscretion'.  It is
something common for us, normal for our lives, to talk before going to
sleep, even after we make love, while cuddling.  With just the kids
around, her T-shirt choice would have been nothing special, because
they were too young to worry about such things yet.  With guests,
though, that reminded me of another woman I'd loved, once upon a time,
who also wore T-shirts as sole covering around the house.  And so I
began to tell my lover yet another story about T-shirts, hoping that
it would help us relax.

"My roommate in college was a lovely woman, you know. Wild and sexy,
too, things that don't show so well in just pictures.  We were lovers,
too, and she usually wore just a T-shirt of some sort to sleep in. 
Oh, she'd take it off for sex, but not always, leaving it on when we'd
make love.  But usually, she'd have it back on in the morning, or put
it on first thing, rather than stay naked."

"Sounds very comfortable to me," my darling said.  "But I'd rather
sleep naked, though sometimes it does help against the chill."

"It does, indeed.  But my roommate wore just her T-shirts much of the
time, in our apartment.  Especially in the mornings, but all day long
if she wasn't going outside our building that day.  Whole weekends, if
we were staying in together rather than going out.  Now, it wasn't
just that she wore it, but she would constantly show me the lovely
parts of her which it barely covered.  She'd sit, cross-legged, on the
floor, couch, or chairs, and aim her open pussy right at me, just to
be comfortable is what she called it.  Laying down on the couch, face
up or down, her bottom would be uncovered, pussy showing either way. 
I think that she was always turned on a little by this, and while she
avoided touching herself with her fingers, she wasn't shy about
rubbing her naked pussy against a chair, the edge of the couch, or
when doing homework, tapping her pencil between her legs, right on her
clit."

"Hmm, that sounds like it would be fun!"

"It wasn't so comfortable for me, though.  I matched her sometimes, or
even went naked, but it would always hit a point where I just had to
do something about my arousal.  She wanted it too, of course, but she
was always willing and able to wait for me to make the first move,
teasing me harder the longer I tried to hold out."

My darling said, "I'd like to do that, showing my nice, bare pussy off
all day.  It was a lot of fun in our kitchen today.  A whole weekend
would even be better, T-shirt teasing."

"Now, that sounds like fun!  OK, there was more to her T-shirt teasing
than just hanging around our apartment, showing off for me."

"Hmm," my darling said, rolling over, pulling herself on top of me,
letting her breasts rub my chest, and putting her still warm pussy on
top of my soft, damp cock.  She looked right into my face, and I could
feel her breath, warm and soft.

I continued my story, seeing that she seemed to like it.  "She'd go
out to get the mail, and our apartments had the mailboxes outside, not
in the building, unlike some places.  That meant being bare-pussied in
the open, where anyone passing might notice, kids on the sidewalk or
whatever.  And she had some very short shirts, which literally didn't
cover her when she was standing, yet she still ran outside to get the
mail.  I think she liked showing off, the risk of it, though she
wouldn't run around far or flash elsewhere in just the T-shirt.  Any
breeze could expose her, and often it did.  I'd watch her, either
coming with her to help, or just looking out the window, just because
it was so sexy.  Maybe that is why she did it, to turn me on?"

"I'd do it for that reason, given how nicely you reward me for showing
my sweet pussy."

"On top of that, she'd go to the basement laundry room, which everyone
in the building shared, dressed like that.  Carrying her clothes down,
wearing just the T-shirt, with the basket often pulling the shirt up
enough to see everything.  Just her T-shirt and her sweet smile to
cover her body, and distract anyone from looking at her more."

"Wasn't that scary?  A little, anyway?  Even if the building was safe,
I might worry that someone strange might be around and get ideas,
wearing, you know?"

"I could have complained, more anyway, but she felt it was totally
safe, and told me not to worry about it.  She liked to have me help
her with the laundry, and she did this by herself mostly during the
day, so it wasn't too likely that strangers would be around.  Other
residents, maybe, but I think we trusted them not to rape her.  Or at
least, she did.  Anyway, I'd help her out with the laundry, and stay
with her."

"Keeping her safe, no doubt?"

"Very safe.  She'd show her pussy off then, when we were alone, and if
someone came around, she'd stand sweetly around, nonchalantly, talking
as though her naked bottom wasn't just moments from accidental
exposure if she moved too fast or bent over.  Often, she'd sit on top
of the washer, showing me herself, and I'd reward her, licking and
eating her the entire time.  She liked how the washer vibrated under
her, and warmed her bottom up.  The dryer wasn't bad, either, but the
washer shook her better."

"Ms. Maytag, I suppose.  The washer guys aren't all lonely, I guess,"
my darling said, laughing, then kissing my cheek.

"She did like it a lot.  Some days, she'd take the T-shirt off and
throw it in the washer, leaving her naked.  I don't know if she ever
did that when she was alone, but when she'd get very horny with me
around, especially after a load was already in the dryer so she'd be
able to change before going up, she'd strip it off, standing naked,
with nothing to cover up with.  I nibbled and licked her all over,
often dropping my pants to fuck her, or let her blow me.  If she got
naked, there was no flashing tease, just sex, until we left the
laundry room.  Sometimes, if someone came by, we'd run off and hide,
or try to.  We even ran back upstairs, her stark naked, often damp
from sex.  No one complained, though one old man living there did
smile at her and tease her about having fun doing the wash, and I know
he saw us, or at least her naked body."

My darling said, "That sounds exciting."

"It was.  I think that it was the best thing we did together,
sexually.  We could do more in our apartment, take more time, but the
desperation made our basement naked loving a lot of fun.  A few times,
she got me to strip down there as well, so neither of us would have
clothes.  I mean, strip and put it in the wash.  Then, we'd fuck, on
top of the washer with her sitting on me, that was a wild ride.  Or me
behind her, with her bent over somewhere, sometimes with her tits
riding one of the machines.  That led to one of our scary
getting-caught times.  Some kids, older preteens, almost teenagers,
came down for some reason, playing, chasing each other.  We stopped in
mid-fuck, and looked at them.  They stared, it was two girls and a
boy, then they ran off, as if they were as embarrassed as we were.  I
was afraid, but she didn't want to stop until we finished.  Which
meant when she did, because she'd been close to coming.  Yet when that
happened, she waited for me to finish, telling me to hurry, but, and I
did love this about her, unwilling to demand that I quit when she'd
made me stay.  That was a very exciting, but scary day."

"That sounds like fun, too!" my darling told me, rubbing her pussy
against my cock, which had started to grow under her.  She slid around
on me, trying to find a more comfortable position, rubbing her pussy
against my cock, getting her clit to make direct contact.  Talking
about this stuff was turning her on as well, and I could feel new
dampness forming between us.

"Oh, it was fun, but for the next day or so I kept worrying, expecting
irate parents or the police to come by.  Or scarier, the kids
themselves, wanting to know what we were doing.  She, my roommate,
teased that maybe they'd want to get it on with us!  Nothing bad
happened, nor did we hear any more about it, but yes, it was a lot of
fun being with her."

"She does seem like a girl that I'd like,"

"Often, I'd come into the apartment to find her in the T-shirt, laying
on the couch, with her bottom exposed.  She never minded if I took a
taste of it, even as she slept, or woke her up that way.  I'm sure
that she knew that sometimes, my friends would get a good look too,
but they were never invited for tastes."

"Are you sure that she never invited them, when you were away?  After
all, your friend's girl did that."

"I think she would have told me.  I wouldn't have minded, but I wasn't
about to offer her to my friends, not without her asking for it.  Oh,
my friend, whose girlfriend let me taste her pussy, she told him later
about doing it, and he let me know that it was OK.  I was afraid to
bring it up, but once it was in the open, a one time indulgence, it
seemed like no big deal.  We both knew that girls got horny, just like
boys, and a little pussy licking didn't really count as an affair."

"Uh hmm," my darling said, then she kissed me, lightly, heating us up
more.


"I have a T-shirt story to tell you," my darling told me.

"Go ahead."

"When I was in high school, I came home with my date, after the movie,
and my parents were out.  I wasn't going to do anything -- you know,
make love to him -- that night, not yet.  He was very cute, but I
wasn't sure about that part.  I told him I'd change into something
more comfortable, and put on a T-shirt, much like the one I wore
earlier.  It was dark colored, and the lights were low, so he really
couldn't see anything."

"So, no hints?"

"Well, I gave him a big clue.  I told him that the T-shirt was all I
was wearing.  He didn't believe me, he told me.  Then, he put both
hands on my legs.  Slowly, he moved them upward.  Stroking me,
caressing me, it felt very nice.  But they kept getting higher, and I
kept not saying anything to him to stop it.  My inner thighs were
always sensitive, and his touch was thrilling.  When his hands went
under my T-shirt, it was very arousing, but shocking.

"I said to him, 'What do you think you are doing?'

"'Testing,' he replied. 'I want to find out if you are really bare
under there.'

"His hands didn't stop, but he crept along slowly.  The T-shirt was
long enough to cover me when sitting, even with my legs spread to
leave room for both hands between my legs. I opened my legs more,
which was a sure sign I'm sure that I welcomed his explorations.  His
hands moved between my legs, softly touching my inner thighs, running
up my middle, just shy of reaching my pussy.  I wasn't sure if I
should stop him or not, but it would be hard to say no if I let him,
and I liked it.

"So, I asked him, 'What if I'm not?  I mean, if I am bare, naked under
my shirt?'

"'Well, I'll give you a prize.  I'll kiss you there.'"

"Sounds like a good deal to me, love," I told my darling.


"I thought about it.  He hadn't done anything like that with me,
though kissing him was wonderful, and that night I'd let him play with
my breasts, rubbing my nipples, and that was great.  I even pulled my
tits out of my shirt, and let him kiss them, and that was very sweet
and sexy.  I knew he wasn't shy about using his lips and tongue that
way.  Then, his fingers reached my pussy.  He started petting me,
softly, gently, one hand still running between my thighs, the other
one up and down my slit, making great contact with my clit.  Oh, that
was so good!  I sighed, and opened my legs, giving him better access."

I reached down, cupping her behind, running my hands between her legs,
feeling my darling's wet pussy.  Her story was turning us both on, and
I felt that I should do my part to help her tell it in the most
exciting way.

"With my legs open, he tapped my clit with his fingers, one after
another, as he softly, wonderfully petted me.  This was much better
than fingering myself, which was what I was going to do when he left. 
I did like him.  He was very cute.  And I wasn't a virgin, and knew
that I did want him sexually.  So many cute boys didn't know how to
make me feel good, and it was so hard to know who to trust, who would
care about you."

"Uh huh," I said, pushing my fingers gently into her.  It wouldn't be
easy to rub her clit from behind, but I don't think she minded,
because she spread her legs, sliding back to let me finger fuck her,
my darling, feeling her wetness on my fingers.  It was too late to
think about sleeping, not once we'd started this, and I did want to
hear the rest of the story.

My darling went on, "So I told him, 'Go under my shirt, and kiss me on
my clit.  Even then, I knew that was my special spot, and I hoped he
could find it there in the dark.  I didn't pull my shirt up, either. 
I just spread my legs, and made him put his whole head under it.  He
didn't hit my clit right off, but it didn't take him long either.  I
didn't mind, because he licked me nicely wherever he touched me, and I
was already so turned on, horny, wet.  Our date had been really good,
with a nice sexy movie, sexy kissing in the dark, and lovely
tit-groping to make me feel all hot.  And now, he was eating my clit! 
So sweetly, pulling it in, licking it, nibbling, almost exactly what I
wanted.  It was so good, I didn't care what else he wanted that
night."

"That sounds very sweet, a lot of fun!" I told her.

"It was so nice.  I could have asked him for something else, tried to
control his attentions on me.  But I wanted to come, no waiting,
direct clit sucking me to orgasm.  No long buildups, we'd already done
that and I was ready, wanting it.  It was really very, very nice."

It was funny, how my darling could say that, and sound like she was in
heaven. "Just nice?", I asked, with teasing wonder in my voice.

"No, it was wonderful, because I did hit it, my climax, a sweet orgasm
right in his mouth.  He kept on licking and sucking, making it so
strong, I loved it.  I loved him at that moment, and he didn't let go
of my clit, even after it ended.  I was squirming because I was
sensitive, and it almost hurt to have him lick and suck on my button,
but it felt good, too.  I didn't know yet how easily I could just come
again, not with someone helping me, but I was learning fast.  He
seemed to somehow realize that I needed a break, or else just wanted
to taste and play with the rest of my pussy.  He licked all over my
pussy, from the top to the bottom, along both sides, and inside my
vagina.  Oh, that was very nice, after my come.  He pushed a finger in
too, fucking me with it. If he kept that up, I'd come again in no
time.  I wanted it."

"Hmm, I remember times like that."

"I really wanted it. Not just his finger, not just his tongue on me. 
Not even just to see him, to play with his hard dick.  I wanted him to
fuck me, right there.  Even if he didn't have a condom!  OK, I'd have
asked him to pull out, but I really was thinking that.  I did go out
and get one the next day, not wanting to be left without just in case
that came up again.  I couldn't trust a boy to remember such an
important thing, you know?"

"I know.  I was pretty cool about it, but I remember some forgetful
times.  So, what happened that night, with your pussy eaten nicely,
naked except for your T-shirt, sitting on your parent's couch, all hot
and ready for more action?"

"Well, my boyfriend was really eating me well, making me very hot.  I
didn't want to ask him to do anything, even though thinking about it
was really turning me on.  I'd just surprise him, once he got me off
again.  But, well, it was so annoying!"

"What was?"

"My parents came home.  He still had his head under my shirt, and they
walked into the house.  Fortunately, they made enough noise that we
couldn't miss them, and were talking enough that they couldn't hear
us.  We'd had the TV on, turned low, but it still hid some sounds. 
Oh, the annoying part was that I was just about to come, so close I
could taste it! He was so sweet, my boyfriend, you know.  He could
have asked for something for himself, but he kept on doing me, licking
my pussy, he was on my clit and sucking it awesomely, so sweet. 
Anyway, he jumped up from there, I pulled my shirt down, and we both
tried to look calm, collected, cool.  Normal, like we were just
talking and watching TV, maybe kissing a little, but not having sex! 
I really pulled my shirt down, stretching it, trying to hide my lack
of panties.  Maybe, they'd think I had shorts on, because I did that
sometimes, around the house, and they were used to that."

My darling was rubbing herself on me, as I was fingering her gently. 
Nothing intense, just keeping ourselves warmed up.  I couldn't reach
her clit easily, because it was presses against my cock, which had
hardened again now.

"I was surprised, though, they didn't say anything about that, my
parents, just asked me to tell my friend goodnight, and go off to bed.
Maybe, they really thought that I was wearing shorts, and my flushed
complexion was just due to the warm weather?"

"Maybe," I replied.  "I don't know if parents are clueless, or just
learn when not to interfere. I hope we're smart enough to let our
children have fun when they get old enough for this stuff," I said,
chuckling.  "It is possible that they didn't know."

"Anyway, I told my boyfriend that I owed him for tonight, and would
pay him back on our next date.  He hadn't asked me out again yet,
either, though I was sure he would, even without what happened.  I
licked my lips lightly, like this," she told me, licking mine at the
same time.  "It felt so cool and daring to let him know that I was
going to pay his blow job on me back with one on him, right in front
of my parents.  As if it was just money he'd lent me, not sex."

She giggled, then laughed hard, making our bodies jiggle together, and
I joined her. I was hard and ready now, and she was hot and wet.  I
said, "I think that I should reward you for that story, my darling.  A
nice, tasty reward."

"Hmm, that is a good idea, my love."  And she kissed me, for a long
while.  Then, I did reward her, letting her sit on top of me, pussy on
my face, eating her sweetly.  But she wasn't content to get just her
reward, and she lay down on top of me, sucking on my hard shaft, as I
kept licking her sweetness.

My favorite reward, shared by both of us, making love all night long. 
Well, maybe not all night, but long enough for both of us to reach our
climaxes again, and cuddle close, kissing, tasting ourselves on each
other's lips.

It was a great start for a holiday vacation.


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