Message-ID: <40528asstr$1043097003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: sequencer.newscene.com!not-for-mail From: Nick Scipio X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 20 Jan 2003 07:50:08 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} "Summer Camp - Book 2" by Nick Scipio - Ch 02 (mf, teen, oral, first, safe) Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2003 16:10:03 -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: RuiJorge, dennyw Author: Nick Scipio Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina Part: Chapter 02 Universe: Summer Camp Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends their summer vacations at a nudist camp. Keywords: mf, teen, oral, first, safe Revision: 1.0 Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/scipio/SummerCamp2 Mailing List: Scipio_Stories-subscribe@yahoogroups.com FAQ: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/scipio/www/faq.htm ***************************************************************** STANDARD DISCLAIMER The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio (imperatorSPAM@BLOCKmindspring.com). This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached. Copyright (c) 2003 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. ***************************************************************** Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina by Nick Scipio CHAPTER TWO I closed the door behind us and Amy looked at me expectantly. I didn't show her the rubbers that Scott had given me, mostly because I really didn't want her to think that I was putting pressure on her. I was pretty sure that she wanted to have sex with me, but I definitely remembered the lesson Susan had taught me, in the wake of the Stacy blow-up, about not taking people for granted, or treating them like objects. Amy seemed nervous and unsure of what to do next, so I stepped close to her, dipped my fingers under the top edge of the towel, and pulled her towards me. She came willingly and grinned when my growing member pressed against her stomach. I kissed her lightly and reached down to take her overnight bag from her suddenly slack fingers. I set it on the dresser and neatly hid my palmed rubbers behind a small lamp. When I turned back to her, she smiled shyly at me. I kissed her again, deeper this time, and pulled the wrap-around towel loose. She shivered when it dropped to the floor, and buried her face in my chest. I began to worry that she might not be ready, until I felt her kissing the skin of my chest. At the soft touch, my cock stiffened completely and pressed against her abdomen. She giggled softly and continued trailing sweet kisses around my nipples. I hugged her to me and could feel her trembling nervously, so I ran my hand down her back and tried to soothe her. I could tell that she was still apprehensive, however, so I decided to slow down a little. "Amy?" I asked softly. She looked up at me timidly. "Did you bring a hair brush? Or a comb?" She was clearly perplexed, but nodded. "Get it for me." While she dug in her overnight bag, I turned on two of the smaller lamps and turned off the harsh overhead light. She turned to me, holding both a brush and a large-toothed comb, and I walked towards her. I took them from her on the way by, and then crawled into the center of the bed. "C'mere," I said gently, patting the spot between my spread legs. I was still very erect, and she stared at my hard-on with a mixture of apprehension and desire. "I'll comb out your hair for you." She relaxed at that, and hesitantly crawled onto the bed. In motion, her lissome body was delicious to watch, and in reality, I couldn't wait to feel her moving against me as I thrust into her. It was clear, however, that she needed to take things a little slower. I guess the alcohol from earlier was wearing off a little, and once we weren't being spurred on by watching Scott and Shannon, she started to get nervous. When she reached me, I turned her around and sat her between my legs, facing away from me. I pulled my erection out of the way, and when she settled, I let it press against the small of her back. She flinched at the touch, but seemed to relax when I did nothing else. I pulled the towel from her hair and set it beside me. "Just use the comb," she said. "The brush is for when it's dry." "Okay." With even, gentle strokes, I started combing out her hair. It started out warm, from the heat of her head, but as I started to comb it, it quickly turned cold, chilling my fingers. Even damp, though, it was beautiful. I could tell that she took good care of it. Soon enough, she relaxed a little and closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations. I'd watched my sister Erin comb her hair enough to know that I should start at the bottom and work my way up. So I began at the end of Amy's hair, gently combing out the few snags and snarls. I took my time, working my way up her golden tresses, feeling her relax with each stroke. Her hair slowly dried as I tended it, and by the time I was done, it was still slightly damp, but shiny and tangle-free. Amy was thoroughly relaxed as well, and had even scooted back a little, so my dick pressed against her a little harder. I set the comb down and ran my hands up her arms, feeling goose bumps form under my touch. She shivered a little when I gathered her hair and draped it over her left shoulder. When I bent down and kissed the base of her neck, she sighed and leaned against me. As I kissed up the soft skin of her neck, warming it with my breath, I ran my hands up and down her arms lightly. She responded eagerly, and I could hear her breathing becoming a little more rapid. I reached around with my left hand, and she tensed up for a moment, but then relaxed when I put my fingers on her chin. Without removing my lips from her neck, I tilted her head back and kissed along the line of her jaw. She gasped at the tenderness of my touch, and then moaned softly, deep in her throat. I kissed down her throat and moved my hands around to the sides of her breasts. She didn't protest, so I ran my palms over them, teasing her nipples with soft caresses. She whimpered at the sensation, and I slowly closed my hands over her firm breasts. Her whimpers turned into low moans when I began rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. "Oh, Paul," she breathed. "That feels so good." "Mmm hmm. I know." "You know just how to touch me. God, I never thought it would be like this." "Good," I said, and kissed her lightly behind the ear. I kept my left hand on her breast, teasing and gently pulling the nipple, while I let my right hand slowly slide down her flat stomach. My fingers encountered the sparse golden tuft of her pubic hair and she moaned, louder this time. I dipped one finger down and ran it along her slit. She gasped at the touch, but I found her already very wet. Still kissing her neck and earlobe, I gently parted her labia and ran my finger over her inner lips, feeling her moisture and heat. When she didn't resist, I slid my finger into her to moisten it, and then pulled it up and over the hidden bud of her clit. She shuddered against me and arched her back. "Are you going to... you know?" she asked, her voice nearly a whisper. "Mmmmm, not yet, kitten. I want to taste you first." She was silent for a moment, so I shifted to the side and began to lay her back on the bed. I lay next to her and kissed her lips, probing gently with my tongue. She twined her fingers through my hair and held me in place. All the while, I kept rubbing her pussy gently, moving my hand in small circles. She whimpered into my mouth as my fingers probed the base of her clit, and I smiled to myself. I kissed down the length of her throat again, and over the top of her flushed chest. I sucked on first one, and then the other nipple. Amy kept her hands on my head, resting them there rather than guiding my motions. When I began to kiss down her taut belly, she tried to stop me. "Paul?" "I want to taste you," I said quietly. "Down there?" "Mmm hmm." She gasped and quickly covered my hand, the one on her pussy, with her own. "You can't." Her voice held no conviction, however, so I lifted my head and looked at her. Her eyes were wide with trepidation at the thought of me licking between her legs. I pulled my hand from her pussy and she seemed to relax. I kissed her gently and swung one leg between hers. She tensed, but offered only token resistance as I spread her legs with my own. "Trust me," I said softly, as I broke our kiss. I moved down her body, kissing and licking as I went, and soon settled between her legs. Her hand still cupped her sex protectively, but I gently removed it and was rewarded with my first close-up look at her pussy. "You're beautiful," I said quietly. And she was. She had a small tuft of blonde hair on her mons, but her lips were nearly bare, covered with a downy fuzz so fine that it was almost invisible. Her outer labia were puffy with her arousal, and beginning to turn pink. Like everything else about her, her pussy was small, but beautifully shaped. Her inner lips just barely peeked out at me, and I could feel her squirming slightly as I looked at her in silence. "Just relax," I said. She twitched when I leaned forward and kissed her labia, but offered no resistance. I put my hands on her inner thighs and spread her legs a bit more, scooting forward as I did. She shuddered when I probed her lips with my tongue, but I could tell she was still very nervous. "I love how you don't have much hair," I said softly. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw her hand snaking down her tummy, as if to push me away. It hovered above her sex, but didn't venture further. I could almost feel the indecision and anxiety within her. I leaned forward again and ran my tongue up the length of her moist slit. She shuddered, her anxiety fading quickly as it was replaced by growing lust. I nuzzled her pussy, the peach fuzz of her labia tickling my lips until I pressed harder. She gasped when I did, so I used my tongue to delve deeper. Her clit wasn't hard yet, so I moved my mouth up and concentrated on it, moving the flesh of her hood over the still-hidden button. I felt the pearl of nerves harden under my attention, and her legs began to quiver with pent-up desire. Finally, I decided to stop teasing her, and flicked my tongue between her inner lips and then against the bump of her clit. She hissed and her entire body tensed. I smiled to myself and began licking her pussy in earnest. I moved one hand over her labia and gently spread them with two fingers, revealing her delicate inner folds, just flushing with blood and beginning to swell with arousal. Her scent was clean and fresh; delicate, yet full of womanly promise. The aroma thickened as her arousal grew, and I urged it onward with gentle nudges of my lips and tongue. Amy gasped again as I circled her clit with my lips and gently sucked the folds of the protective hood into my mouth. When I released my soft lip-lock, I licked between her inner and outer labia, causing her to shudder again. She began to gyrate her hips as I smoothly insinuated my index finger into her narrow channel. I felt for the opening of her pussy and probed it with my fingertip. She squeaked, and still smiling to myself, I licked along the length of her clitoral hood. Her pussy was tight, but very hot, and already quite wet. I gradually shoved my finger inside her, marveling at the tightness. When I was up to the second knuckle, she hissed and tried to press her pussy up into my face. I locked my lips against her clit again and gently swirled my tongue around the sensitive button. Once I had my finger all the way inside her, I left it there for a moment and concentrated on licking and sucking her inner labia. She went wild as I did, trying to hump her pussy against my probing, teasing lips. I began alternating licks and long sucks with flicking my tongue against her clit. I wanted to build her up slowly, so I concentrated on the folds and membranes surrounding her clit. A short time later, she was bucking her hips against my face, her hands resting on top of my head, weakly trying to shove my face against her quivering pussy. When I began moving my finger back and forth, she locked her legs around my head and arched her back. I could feel her vaginal muscles beginning to contract around my finger, so I sped up the pace of my licking. Her channel was slippery with her juices, and my finger slid easily in and out of her. She was still very, _very_ tight, but I could feel her loosening as my finger gently thrust within her. Surprisingly, the more aroused she got, the quieter she got. When I had first started licking her beautiful blonde-fringed pussy, she had gasped and whimpered with each touch. As I began pressing against her and felt her arousal building towards orgasm, she made less and less noise. I stopped thinking about how quiet Amy was when I sucked her clit hard and she clamped her legs around my ears, holding me in place. I knew she was close, I could feel the spasms in her pussy, and the gyrations in her hips had begun to seriously work my neck muscles. I concentrated on the folds surrounding her clit, not stimulating it directly, and felt a rush of moisture around my finger. I realized that her clit had disappeared beneath its hood and I concentrated on bringing her off. Her orgasm began slowly, her muscles clenching against my finger as her belly rippled above me. The intensity of the spasms built steadily until she clamped her smooth thighs tight against my ears and arched her back. My finger was gripped by a smooth, slippery vise when her climax crashed over her. She never made a sound as her hips slammed into my face. I don't even think she was breathing. Her pussy got hotter, wetter, and tighter at the peak of her orgasm, and I smiled to myself. I guess I'd sort of been showing off for her, and I was pleased to be rewarded for my efforts. When her orgasm finally subsided, I felt her start to breathe again. Actually, she was panting almost noiselessly. Her belly rippled with involuntary contractions as my finger dragged over the ridges of her inner walls. Her legs fell to the side limply and I gently pulled my finger from within her twitching pussy. I kissed her mons tenderly and warmed her with my breath. She was still shuddering with aftershocks when I kissed my way up her body. Her small chest was heaving as her breathing slowly returned to normal, and she was flushed from the tips of her nipples all the way to the tops of her cheeks. Her eyes were closed, her eyelids a dusty rose color, and I kissed them both gently. They fluttered under my caresses, but did not open. My erection probed against the inside of her thigh as I supported myself over her. Her skin was like satin, and my penis swelled at the touch. When she opened her eyes, it took her a moment to focus on my face. I grinned when she did, and she reached up to press her hand against my cheek, smiling at me in wonder. "_Now_ do you see why I like doing that?" I asked. Her mouth worked, but no words came out, and I smiled affectionately at her. Finally, she closed her mouth and nodded, still breathing heavily through her nose. "Make love to me," she said after a few moments. She said it so softly that if I hadn't seen her lips move, I might not have heard her. I kissed her full on the lips. She recoiled at first, tasting her juices, but quickly lost herself in the moment as the kiss heated. I wished I'd had the foresight to stash the rubbers a little closer to the bed, and cursed myself silently. Next time, I'd remember. "Just a minute, kitten," I said, kissing her again. She licked her lips and nodded as I levered myself up and moved to the side of the bed. I retrieved both foil packets and set them on the nightstand. My erection bobbed before me as I turned off the light on the dresser and moved back to the bed, and Amy. Her eyes were riveted to my hard-on as I moved. I palmed one of the rubber packets and crawled onto the bed next to her. She smiled at me as I traced my finger down her chest, between her breasts, towards her sex. When my fingers brushed through her light pubic bush, she closed her eyes tightly and gasped. I cupped her mons and pressed my middle finger against her slit. She was still very wet, and my finger easily slipped between the folds of her labia. I stroked her for a moment or two, and then trailed my hand back up her trim belly. I cupped her breast and kissed her gently. As the kiss heated up, I began to roll her pointed nipple between my thumb and forefinger, causing her to moan into my mouth. When I pulled back slightly, she was smiling dreamily and her breathing had sped up. I kissed her again, lightly, and she moaned. Then I lifted myself off her and she smiled at me as I opened the rubber as discretely as I could. I'd never had much experience with the things, and it took me a moment to figure out how to put it on. I vaguely remembered the Sex Ed film from Health Class, and squeezed the tip as I rolled the sheath over my cock. When I finally had things all set, I put my hand on her hip and leaned in to kiss her again. "Oh, Paul," she breathed when I pulled back. "I want you so bad." "Mmmmm, and I want you." I moved to kneel between her legs, spreading them with my own, and looked down at her. Golden hair fanned out around her head like a halo, she looked like an elfin angel. Her eyes were wide, and she trembled a little as she looked at me, but smiled shyly when I rubbed the encased head of my cock against her opening. "Paul?" "Yes?" "Be gentle." Be gentle? Was she...? Oh, no. I looked at her and our eyes locked, and I _knew_. "It's my first time," she said softly. "I wanted you to be the one." Part of me screamed that I couldn't do this, that I would forever be etched in her mind as The One. If I took her virginity, I would either hold a special place in her heart, or be the man who hurt her badly. Part of me was beyond caring. It was almost too much to bear, and my thoughts whirled at a thousand miles an hour. The two halves of my conscience warred back and forth: do it, don't do it, do it, don't do it. "I want it to be you more than I've wanted anything in the whole wide world," she said, blue eyes large and earnest. At her look, I knew what I had to do. She was so lovely, so innocent, and so angelic that I couldn't take that away from her. "Please," she asked, her voice that of a supplicant. When she smiled up at me, my resolve crumbled, and I nodded. She closed her eyes and ran her hands up my arms to my shoulders. I pressed against the opening of her pussy and felt a slight resistance. I looked down to make sure I was situated between her lips, and moved forward slowly. She gasped as my glans began to spread her open. I moved my hips forward and my cock stopped moving, bending slightly under the pressure of my advance. I looked down between us and made sure, again, that I was positioned at her pussy opening. When I saw that I was, I pressed forward and felt my cock advance maybe an eighth of an inch. Amy squeaked and I looked at her in concern. Her breathing was shallow and rapid, and her entire face and chest were flushed with desire and exertion. She opened her eyes, licked her lips, and looked at me with an apprehensive expression. "Kitten, I..." "Don't stop," she begged me. "Please." She smiled wanly, and I eased forward again. When my erection still didn't move, I pressed a little harder. I didn't want to hurt her, but I wanted to be inside her. I didn't feel a thing, but Amy cried out softly, and my crown was suddenly inside her. I arrested my forward motion and looked at her. Her eyes were clamped shut, and two tears rolled down the sides of her face. Her eyelids fluttered and she looked at me with moist, scared eyes. Her lower lip was trembling, and I could tell she was in pain. "Please," she breathed. "I'll get used to it." She closed her eyes, and took several deep breaths through her nose. "You're so big," she whispered. I'd seen enough dicks to know that I wasn't anywhere near being big. She had no way of knowing that, though, and I _was_ thick. "Just give me a minute," she said softly. Although she was quite small, she was determined. I held myself motionless until her breathing became a little more regular. When she opened her eyes, she looked at me with a mixture of trepidation and desire. She looked so small and scared. I bent down and kissed her tenderly. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to," I said quietly. She shook her head forcefully. "I've waited all year for this," she said with determination. Then her eyes took on a steely glint. "Okay. I'm ready." "Are you sure?" She nodded firmly, and I pressed forward. Amy clamped her eyes shut again and began to breathe deeply through her nose. She licked her lips nervously, and her hands clutched my shoulders. I pulled my hips back a little and her fingers loosened their hold on me. I pressed myself into her vise-like pussy, until the head and almost an inch of my cock were inside her. When her fingers fiercely gripped me again, I stopped and began to pull out. Guided by her hands on my shoulders, I eased in and out of her. Her pussy was the tightest thing I'd ever been in, and even through the rubber, I could feel her walls gripping me snugly. It took us awhile, but eventually, I had my manhood buried deep inside her. Unfortunately, sex with the rubber was much less intense than without it, even within the narrow confines of Amy's virgin pussy. It still felt good, but there was something missing, something very intense about my skin touching hers. Although we hadn't talked about it, I knew she wasn't on the pill, so the rubber was our only option if we wanted to continue. "God," she said finally, her breath coming in gasps. "It feels like you're filling my entire tummy." "Do you want me to pull out?" I asked "No!" I smiled at her and she grinned sheepishly. "Just give me a few minutes to get used to you. It feels so good when you're moving inside me," she said, almost whispering. "But you're _so_ big." "It's okay, kitten. Take your time." I smiled reassuringly and simply luxuriated in the warmth and tightness of her pussy. She'd just closed her eyes when I reached down and ran my hand along her flank. Her eyes popped open again and she stared at me, wondering what I was doing. When my fingertips brushed past the flare of her hips, I lifted her thigh. "Put your legs around me," I said. She did, but winced as she settled her calves on my buttocks. The movement had shifted her pussy around my dick, and I could tell that she still wasn't used to my girth. I smiled as gently as I could and bent to kiss her. I settled onto my elbows and felt her hard nipples insistently poking into my chest. I grinned at her and once again lowered my lips to hers. As our kiss heated up, Amy ran her hands up my neck and pulled my head down. We stayed like that for a long time, my penis blissfully trapped in the velvet grip of her pussy, and my tongue exploring her mouth. Finally, she pulled back, looking at me drunkenly, and licked her lips. "I think I'm ready to try now," she said hesitantly. I nodded and lifted myself back onto my arms. While we'd been kissing, I had felt the muscles of her pussy twitching as her excitement mounted further still. I could feel her wetness around the base of my member, and I hoped she was ready. I desperately wanted to feel my cock moving within her, sinking deep into her pussy, but I knew that I would hurt her if I went too fast. I drew my hips back slowly, and Amy hissed in surprise. At my hesitant and concerned look, she swallowed hard and shook her head. "It's okay," she said. "It's tight, but it feels so _very_ good." She concentrated for a moment and then looked up at me with worried eyes. "Am I doing it good?" "You're doing great, kitten," I said with a low groan as I pulled from with within the confines of her pussy. She was so tight that I was amazed to see the rubber still covering my erection. Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to thrust within her. She hissed in surprise as I gently slid back into her, but the determined look on her face told me to continue. Her virgin pussy clutched at me when I reached the end of my stroke. I started to pull out again and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply and biting her lip. I could tell that she was still getting used to me. I guess I have an average-sized dick, but inside Amy, I felt like a giant. It was like I could feel every ridge on her pussy walls, gripping and rubbing my length as I slid into her. The feeling was very intense, but I wanted to make sure I wasn't hurting her. After several minutes of slow thrusting, she opened her eyes again and looked at me with wide eyes. "I can see why people like this," she said quietly. "Am I still doing it right?" I bent down and kissed the tip of her nose, smiling as I pulled back. "You're doing great." "I want to make you happy, Paul." "You are. Very happy." She rubbed her hands up and down my arms and then looked at me with the first signs of genuine pleasure I'd seen on her face since I'd gone down on her. "Are you ready for me to go a little faster?" I asked. She hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. I bent down to kiss her again, and she smiled at me. When I resumed thrusting, I picked up the pace a little. She closed her eyes, tightly at first, but as I moved within her, I could feel her loosen up a little bit, and she relaxed slightly. I quickly settled into a steady rhythm and began thrusting into her in earnest. I wanted to come inside her, or inside the rubber, at least. As I moved against her, I could feel my orgasm building. The sight of her small breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust finally pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep in her pussy and felt the first surge of semen coursing up my shaft. Amy squeaked as she felt my cock swell within her and begin to fill the rubber. I closed my eyes as my climax peaked, holding myself still within her tight pussy. When I finally opened them and looked down at her, she was smiling hesitantly, a questioning look on her face. "Oh, kitten," I said, panting heavily from my exertions. "That was wonderful." "You liked it?" I swallowed hard and nodded. My mouth was dry from breathing through it, and I moved my tongue around as I inhaled through my nose. "Are you okay?" I asked, when I finally regained enough presence of mind to worry about her. She nodded, and then winced a little when I moved my hips. She tried to hide it from me, but I noticed. She looked at me in surprise and fear as I pulled out of her tight confines. "Let me go get rid of this thing," I said softly, indicating the rubber. She nodded and I climbed from between her legs. As I did, I covertly looked at her pussy. I was surprised that I didn't see any blood. I went to the bathroom, and studied my rubber-encased member. There was only a smear of blood around the base of my shaft, and I'd have probably missed it if I hadn't been looking for it. I pulled the sheath off my slowly shrinking penis, tossed it into the toilet, and then flushed. I then cleaned myself off with a damp washcloth. When I came back to the guest bedroom, Amy was curled on her side with her legs pulled up, in the fetal position. She looked so vulnerable that I wanted to wrap her in my arms and protect her from the world. I sat on the side of the bed and rested my hand on her hip. She looked up, her face thoughtful, and then smiled. "Are you ready to crawl under the covers?" I asked. "I'd like that," she said. "Me too." I stood, and her eyes were drawn to my semi-erect penis. "We don't have to go to sleep right away?" she asked, a sly expression creeping over her face. "I mean, we could...?" "We could do anything you want, kitten." I extended my hand down to her and pulled her to her feet. I turned the sheets back and let her climb into the bed. When I climbed in after her, she snuggled close to me and I wrapped my arm around her narrow shoulders. I reached up with my left hand and turned off the bedside light, plunging the room into darkness. Amy ran her hand over my chest and then sighed against me. She was quiet for a moment, but I could tell she was working up the courage to ask me something. "I mean...," she said timidly. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to. But... I mean... I just want to make you happy, and..." "What is it, kitten?" "Am I... I mean... You don't have to answer, but..." I waited silently, rubbing my hand up and down her back. "Was I okay?" she asked. "I hope I did it right. I mean, I know I can't be like Gina, but... I want to make you happy." I could hear the trepidation in her voice, and knew I had to answer carefully. I felt a stab of guilt when she mentioned Gina, but I knew I couldn't hesitate before responding. "You were great, Amy," I said, deliberately using her name. "You did just fine." "As good as Gina?" she asked hopefully. I swallowed hard and decided to tell her the truth. "I don't know." She was fearfully silent, and I realized I'd chosen my words poorly. I rolled onto my side and raised up on my elbow, placing my left palm on her stomach. I could feel her tense muscles and sense her anxiety. "I've never had sex with Gina," I said honestly. "You haven't?" I shook my head, and then realized that she couldn't see me in the dark. "No, I haven't." "I guess I always thought...," she said softly. "Let's not talk about it right now, kitten. Okay?" I tried to keep my voice as gentle as I could, but a hard edge crept in, and I immediately regretted it. I lowered my head until our lips met, and kissed her. My body was on autopilot, however. My mind, on the other hand, was awhirl with recriminations. Amy kissed me with growing passion, but all I could think about was Gina. ----- A little while later, Amy started feeling the after-effects of the rum, and the exertion, and quickly fell asleep. Her breathing became regular, and I felt her relax against me. I lay awake for a long time. I was thinking about Gina, and Amy, and what I felt for each of them. I'd like to blame what had happened on the alcohol, but I know I would have done the same thing, whether I'd been drinking or not. I was too honest with myself to deny it. I felt Amy stirring next to me and happily dragged my thoughts away from my predicament. "Are you still awake?" she asked quietly. "Mmm hmm." "What's the matter?" "I'm just happy," I half-lied. I _was_ happy. Happy to be with Amy, happy to have made her happy, happy to be her first, happy about any number of things I couldn't exactly put into words. I was so happy, I was miserable. I frowned into the dark and tried to shake off my feelings, but I couldn't. Over the past hour, I'd realized that I really did feel something for Amy. I wanted to make her happy. I wanted to keep her safe. I wanted to know more about her. I wanted... I wanted a lot of things. What I _didn't_ want was to love her. I liked her a lot, but she deserved a lot better than that, especially from me. If I didn't love her, it would make my life that much easier, but it would hurt her. Probably pretty badly. She loved me. Don't ask me how I knew it, but I did. I'd seen the way she looked at me. At first, I'd ignored it, and then later, I'd simply refused to admit it. The time was coming when she would work up the courage to tell me she loved me. I knew it was coming, and soon. I dreaded it. I dreaded it because I didn't know how I'd answer her. Did I love her? I just didn't know. My train of thought was broken as she sighed and snuggled closer still. Her small, soft hand rubbed my chest and then began to slowly slide lower. I knew where she was headed, but I suppose she had to work up the courage to actually do it. By the time her hand finally reached my groin, I was semi-erect in anticipation. She encountered the tip of my penis and flinched. Then she gathered her courage and reached out for me, wrapping her fingers around my slowly stiffening shaft. "That feels good, kitten," I said, thoughts of Gina fading quickly. "You're bigger than Scott." "Yeah." "I like that." "Why?" I asked, genuinely curious. I couldn't imagine what difference it made to her how big Scott's dick was. "I guess I just like having a boyfriend with a big... you know." Boyfriend?! I started to panic, but quickly reined in my runaway emotions. I thought about it for a moment, and reluctantly had to admit that it made sense. From her perspective, I was definitely her boyfriend. Heck, pretty much everyone at school must have already thought she was. Coach Simmons certainly did, and if he did, others were bound to as well. I thought about it for a moment, and calmed down completely. What was wrong with Amy being my girlfriend? You already _have_ a girlfriend, stupid! I thought, castigating myself. Amy gently squeezed my erection, and I quickly returned my attention to the here and now. She had her hand wrapped around the upper portion of my shaft, just under the crown, and was gently stroking me. "Do you want to do it again?" she asked tentatively. With the arm that I had wrapped around her, I easily lifted her onto my chest. She cried out softly in surprise, but didn't resist. In the darkness, her lips found mine, and we kissed with rising ardor. I fumbled on the nightstand for the remaining rubber, but I only ended up knocking the alarm clock onto the floor. Finally, reluctantly, I felt for the light and turned it on. Amy groaned and I clamped my eyes shut against glare. In reality, the light was actually only a soft glow, but to our night-adjusted eyes, it was harsh. I slipped my arm from beneath her and sat up to search for the rubber. When I didn't immediately see it, I leaned over and looked on the floor. Sure enough, it was right next to the alarm clock that I'd swept off the nightstand. I quickly retrieved them both and sat back up. When I moved to turn off the light, I suddenly decided that I didn't want to fumble with the rubber in the dark. It was only the second time I'd used one, and I still wasn't all that sure I could get it on without seeing what I was doing. So I left the light on and tore open the package. Amy watched me silently, smiling shyly and stealing glances at my jutting erection. When I finally had the recalcitrant rubber rolled over my Dick, I turned off the light, lay back, and reached for her. I rolled onto my side and started kissing her. My hand brushed through her fine pubic hair and she arched her back. I ran one finger down the length of her slit and felt the moisture of her arousal. I rubbed back and forth, coating my finger with her juices, and then slowly felt for her opening. She whimpered in surprise when I slid my finger between her labia. I easily sank my finger to the second knuckle, and then pushed further, pressing against her hooded clit with the heel of my hand. She moaned into my mouth and started gyrating her hips. "Ok, God, Paul" she gasped, breaking our kiss. "You make me feel so good." I merely smiled to myself and lowered my head to capture a nipple with my lips. When I did, she held my head to her chest and moaned softly. I delighted in the soft, pliant flesh of her breast, feasting on her hard nipple. I nibbled it, I licked it, I pulled on it gently, causing her to moan and clutch my head tighter. I let go of my prize only long enough to suck her other nipple into my mouth and lavish attention on it as well. My finger continued to move within her, and I could feel her wetness spreading to her outer lips. I pulled my slick digit from her fiery depths and ran the tip in a lazy circle around her budding clit. She gasped and bucked her hips against my hand, trying to force my finger into closer contact. I kept relentlessly circling her clit, never touching it, teasing her. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. "I want to do it now," she said, breathing heavily with arousal. "Do what?" I asked innocuously, still circling her clit with my finger. "_It_," she hissed. "Say it." "Paul," she said, almost whining. "Say it." Instead of speaking, she reached for my arm and tried to pull me on top of her. I resisted her, but started moving my fingers closer to her clit, rubbing the hood across the swollen little pearl. Her body tensed, and then I stopped. "Say it," I said. "What do you want?" "I want to do it." I dipped my forefinger back into her pussy to lubricate it, pulled it out, and then rubbed my middle finger along her slit, wetting it as well. Then I ran either finger along the sides of her clit, teasing her. "Do what? Tell me what you want." "I want you to stick your thing in me," she said plaintively. "Stick my what in you? My finger?" I teased her again with my forefinger, separating her labia and thrusting it inside her. "Paul," she whined. "Stick your thing in." "Say it." I stopped moving my fingers and pulled them up so I could simply squeeze the base of her clit. "Stick your..." She was quivering with desire. "Your..." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Your dick." I leaned close to her, so she could feel my breath on her ear, and kissed her gently. "Tell me what you want. Ask me. Say it all." "Ungh. Please!" "Say it, kitten." I squeezed the base of her clit. "Say it." "Stick your dick inside me," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Put it inside me. Please." When she tried to pull me on top of her, I resisted, and she groaned in frustration. Instead of moving towards her, I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. I spread her legs with my thighs and she writhed against me. "You promised," she said accusingly. "I want you on top, kitten. I want you to enjoy it." She cried out incoherently and ground her pelvis against my stomach. I cupped her ass and held her in place. Her hair brushed against my face and neck as she struggled weakly. "Do you want me to stick my dick in you?" I asked softly. "Yes." "I want you on top. I want you to come with me inside you." "I want to do it the normal way," she said petulantly. I almost laughed out loud at her naivete. Instead, I kissed her quickly. "You'll like it this way," I said reassuringly. "Trust me." I reached around her ass and grasped my rubber-encased member, aiming it at her drooling sex. "Slide down a little." She pushed up onto her arms and slid down my torso. When I could feel her thigh against my wrist, I felt for her pussy with my left hand. With my right hand, I aimed the tip of my cock at her opening. "Slide down some more," I said. She did as instructed, and moaned in pleasure as the crown of my cock parted her labia. I hunched my hips upward and my head slipped inside her. She moaned softly and eased back, impaling herself another inch. "Slide onto my dick, kitten," I said, urging her lower. She scooted back, using her arms to steady her, and gasped as another inch entered her. "Sit up," I said, putting my hands on her sides to balance her. "Then you can sit down on my dick." I felt her hair gently swaying above me, creating a breeze, and I realized that she must be nodding. My eyes were finally becoming fully adjusted to the dark, and I could see her as a dim outline above me. Her pussy was as tight as the first time, but I wanted her to take things at her own pace. She was incredibly wet, but more than half my dick remained outside her channel. When she let me help her into a sitting position, she gasped as my thick cock pressed against the tight confines of her pussy. She put her hands on my upper arms and gripped me tightly. "Oh," she whispered, as she sank a little further onto my erection. "Arch your back," I said softly. "Tilt your hips forward and you can rub your clit against my shaft." "My what?" "Your clit." "What's that?" Once again, I found myself suppressing a chuckle. I took one hand off her ribs and moved it down her trim belly. When I felt the junction of her thighs, I parted her pubic hair with my thumb and felt for her clit. I stroked it, and she tensed and became utterly silent. I stopped moving my thumb and smiled up at her, unseen in the dark. "That," I said softly, as she started breathing again, "is your clit." "Oh," she said, panting. "Arch your back and tilt your hips, and you can press your clit against my shaft." She did as instructed, and once again became silent. I could feel her body tense up as she enjoyed the sensation. I didn't know if she could actually press her clit against my shaft or not, but I did know that her inner labia were undoubtedly stretched to the point that they would put pressure on the base as she moved against me. "Lift up, kitten, and then settle back down. Just take things at your own speed," I said reassuringly, moving my hand back up her body. I vaguely made out the motion as she nodded mutely. Her pussy gripped me fiercely as she started moving above me, lifting up and then slowly sliding back down, further and further each time. "I love having a boyfriend with a big thing," she said breathlessly when she finally had me firmly embedded in her pussy. "You like it?" "Oh, God. Yes. I feel so full." I moved my hands down to her hips and nudged her until she gyrated. When she did, she squeaked and I could feel her whole body shudder as her pelvis ground against mine, stimulating her clit. "Do that, kitten, and you'll come real hard. Would you like that?" I asked. "Mmm hmm." "Me too." With my hands still on her hips, I began guiding her as she started riding me. Every couple of strokes, I'd hold her hips down and nudge her until she rotated her hips. Soon enough, she got the rhythm of it, and was soon moving along without my guidance. I marveled at the snugness of her pussy, but once she was in control, Amy didn't seem to experience any discomfort. She could take things at her own speed, and evidently, she liked a nice, languid pace. I moved my hands up her body and began gently kneading her breasts, tweaking her nipples. As her arousal grew, I pulled and twisted harder. I could feel her pussy twitching around my shaft, and I knew her climax was close. I started tugging on her nipples and she quickened her pace, rising up and slamming back down on my hips, impaling herself on my rock-hard pole. In less than a minute, she thrust herself downward and ground her hips against me. She noiselessly tensed and I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock. Amy didn't make a sound as her orgasm washed over her, but I could feel it under my hands, and around my cock, as her muscles tensed. Her pussy became so tight that it was almost painful. She hadn't moved or made so much as a peep since her orgasm took her, and I began to worry that she'd pass out from lack of oxygen. Finally, she collapsed on top of me and I felt her begin to breathe again. Her back rose and fell as she panted soundlessly. As she had collapsed forward, she'd pulled off my cock a few inches, but the majority of my length was still inside her. When she clutched at my chest and started kissing my hot skin, I reached around and cupped her ass. She shuddered as I began thrusting into her, gripping me tightly as my girth parted her sensitive lips. She balled her hands into fists and pressed them against my sides as I lifted my hips and stabbed up into her. Her tight pussy was more than I could take, and even with the rubber, I only lasted a couple of minutes. The entire time I was pumping into her, Amy was quivering continuously, another orgasm welling up within her belly. I felt my own orgasm building as well, and buried myself deep inside her with one final thrust. When I did, I felt her pussy spasming around my shaft as her second orgasm took her. Her pussy clamped down so hard that, for a moment, I couldn't come. The pressure built until it felt like I'd soon have come spurting from my eyeballs. Amy didn't make a sound the entire time, but I could feel her hands gripping my sides as her pleasure reached its zenith. Her pussy finally released its vise-like grip on my shaft and my world exploded. All my pent up semen seemed to blast from my cock in one long, sustained burst. Amy shuddered again as my cock swelled within her, filling the rubber with my seed. My hands gripped her ass tightly as my back and legs tensed and I lifted both of us off the bed, shoving my cock a fraction of an inch deeper inside her. When I finally came to my senses, we were back on the bed and practically wheezing. Amy still clutched me tightly, her cheek pressed against my chest. I could feel the aftershocks rippling through her pussy, causing her to shudder with each one. My cock was slowly shrinking inside her, and I simply enjoyed feeling like a sybarite. No words could describe how I felt. Amy simply whimpered when each aftershock washed over her, and I was very, very happy. ----- Sometime later, I got up and went to the bathroom to flush the used rubber. I took the opportunity to pee and then cleaned myself up with a warm washcloth as well. When I returned to bed, Amy hadn't moved. She shifted when I got back under the covers, but quickly drifted back into a deep sleep as I snuggled up behind her. I'd never spent the entire night with a girl, and I found that while I liked it a lot, it definitely took some getting used to. My arm fell asleep, and I kept trying not to wake her as I moved. A couple of times, I even found myself resenting the fact that Amy was sleeping so soundly, and I'm ashamed to say that once or twice I felt like poking her to wake her up. Thankfully, my better nature prevailed, and I let her sleep, enfolded in the warmth and protection of my arms. Eventually, I drifted off as well. ----- I awoke from a deep sleep the next morning and was confused at first. I knew I'd gone to sleep with Amy in my arms, so when I didn't immediately feel her, I began to panic. What if she had regrets about having sex with me? What if she'd suddenly felt guilty and left? What if she...? "You're so cute when you're sleeping," a soft, feminine voice said from somewhere in front of me. I blinked my sleep-crusted eyes a few times to clear them. Amy was facing me, lying on her side, her hair tucked behind her ear, and grinning at me. "Huh?" I asked. "You're cute when you're sleeping," she said. I stretched and yawned, and then looked at her again. In the morning light, filtering through the sheers, she was more beautiful than ever. "But you woke me up," she said with mock grumpiness. "Sorry," I mumbled. "How?" I'd been sound asleep, what had _I_ done to wake her up? "You were poking me." She smiled guiltily, and I suddenly realized what she was talking about. My morning hard-on felt as solid as usual. "Sorry 'bout that," I said. I stretched and yawned again. When I looked at her, her expression said that she was anything _but_ sorry about it. But she was also still sort of shy about things, and I knew she'd never say anything about it. I reached out and pulled her hands away from her chest. She resisted, until she realized where I was going to put her hands. As soon as they neared my morning erection, I no longer had to move them. She latched onto my shaft and gripped me gently. "Is it always like this?" she asked shyly. "Mmm hmm. Most every morning. But this morning, I've got even more reason to be hard." "Why?" Amy looked at me with bright blue eyes and I didn't know whether to laugh or to kiss her. So I smiled, and settled for a combination of the two--I chuckled softly and kissed her on the forehead. "Because of you, silly," I said when I pulled back. She blushed a lovely shade of rosy pink, but her hands never left my shaft. "We could do what we did last night," she said hopefully. "If you want to." "I'd love to, kitten, but I don't have any more rubbers." She looked disappointed, but then she blushed deeper and smiled shyly. "We could do what we did in the hot tub last night," she said tentatively. "I'd like that." Her expression brightened immediately, and she looked at me with barely concealed excitement. I smiled at her and then rolled onto my back. My dick pulled out of her grasp, and with a stifled cry, she quickly followed it. When she ducked under the covers, I finally did laugh out loud. She stuck her head back out and looked at me with a worried expression. I smiled as gently as I could and stroked her cheek. "You'll suffocate under there," I said teasingly. With only her face sticking out from under the covers, she looked adorable, and I couldn't resist pulling her petite body up my own, so that I could kiss her properly. She quickly warmed to the kiss, and was soon grinding her pelvis against my stomach. "Gooooood, morning," I said, when we finally broke our kiss. Amy just blushed and smiled bashfully. Then she grinned, and dived back under the covers, intent upon my hard-on. When I pulled the covers back to let her breathe, she squeaked indignantly. She curled up along my right leg and drew the covers back over her. "It's cold out there," she said, playfully peevish. Once she was settled against me, her body a compact little furnace, she reached for my manhood. It stood proudly in the cool morning air. The way she was situated, Amy was covered almost to her neck, while my entire torso was bare. It _was_ a little cold out here, I thought to myself. But as soon as she grasped my jutting member, I forgot all about the cold, and started thinking about her mouth. The night before, after we'd come in from the hot tub, Amy hadn't really seen my erection up close. When she had, there hadn't been much light. Now, the room was bright with morning sunlight, and I could tell she was studying my penis. I flexed my buttocks and made my cock jump. She gasped, and then giggled, turning to look at me with an amused expression. Then she turned back to my cock, and stroked it gently. She put her lips over the glans and I was in heaven. Amy had a very small mouth, and her lips were stretched tight over my girth. She could only get a couple of inches past her lips, but she lavished a lot of attention on what she could. I directed her as helpfully as I could, but she soon had me lost in my own little world of blowjob bliss. I stroked her back through the covers as she worked on my cock. Soon, she had me to the point of no return. She'd swallowed the night before, but I thought I should give her a little warning, in case she didn't want to swallow again. "Kitten," I groaned. "I'm... gonna... come." She kept her lips around me and moved her small hand over my shaft. My legs and back tensed, and with a grunt, I came. Now that she had a little better idea what to expect, she wasn't taken by surprise when I erupted. Through the orgasmic fog, I could tell that she was trying to keep up with my spurting. She did a pretty good job, too. When my orgasm finally subsided, she let my penis slip from her lips and turned to look at me apprehensively. I looked down my torso at her and smiled. It was the smile of a man who'd just gotten a blowjob, that drunken, goofy, completely happy smile that said everything was right in the world. She almost laughed when she saw my expression. I reached down for her and she came willingly, crawling up my body, bringing the covers with her. I pulled her down for a kiss. As she had the night before, she resisted at first, but then warmed to my advances. When we finally broke the kiss, she looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "You're not gay, are you?" she asked. "I don't think so," I said, laughing. "What do you think?" She blushed and didn't say anything. I humped my semi-erect cock into her leg. "Do you think I am?" She blushed deeper still, and quickly shook her head. "Why do you ask?" I asked. "'Cause you... I mean... Well... guys aren't supposed to... you know... taste... you know... taste... that stuff." "Come?" She blushed again. Her complexion was normally very fair, so when she blushed, she turned a rosy pink. She was perhaps even prettier when she was blushing, like a china doll, hand painted and impossibly beautiful. "Semen? Sperm? Spunk? Jism? Spoo..." "Stop it, silly," she said finally, still blushing deeply. "Yes, all that stuff. You know what I'm talking about." When she was a little angry, she forgot to be shy. She was serious, so I got serious as well. "I don't want to taste another guy's come, but I don't mind my own," I said earnestly. She looked at me curiously. "I mean, if it's okay for you to swallow it, then I really shouldn't complain about kissing you afterward. After all, what's good for the goose..." She blushed again, but I could tell that she was thinking about it. "Besides," I continued. "I really, really like it when you suck my dick." Her color deepened from a pink to almost crimson. "So I want to let you know how much I really appreciate it, and how much I love it when you do it." She thought about it for a moment, and then nodded slightly. Then she looked at me slyly. "There's something else you can do to show me how much you appreciate it." "O-ho!" I said, rolling over quickly and pinning her beneath me, careful to hold myself up so I kept my weight off her. "It sounds like there's something you want," I said playfully. She looked into my eyes, nodded, and then grinned shyly. I reached between our bodies and snaked my hand between her legs. She arched her back as I ran my finger over her slit, and then she lifted her head to kiss me passionately. I shifted to give myself better access to her steamy pussy. I'd just begun kissing along the line of her neck when... Knock, knock, knock! "Are y'all alive in there?" I heard Scott ask, his voice muffled by the door. "You want any breakfast?" Amy and I froze. I lifted my head and smiled at her ruefully. "Yeah," I said towards the door. "We're alive. We'll be out in about 15 minutes." "No problem, man," Scott said. "Now," I said to Amy. "Where were we?" I resumed kissing her neck, and had just wormed my finger into her moist slit, when she started squirming and trying to push me off. "What's the matter?" I asked. "We can't." "Why not?" "They'll know," she hissed, as if Scott and Shannon could hear us, wherever they were. "They'll know that I'm between you legs, licking your pussy and making you crazy with pleasure?" I asked, half-seriously. "Yes." "You're afraid they'll be jealous? Let 'em be." "No, Paul. We can't. They'll know." She tried to push me away again, but I was just too heavy for her. "So?" I asked, genuinely confused. After all, she'd given me a blowjob in front of them less than 12 hours before. I moved my finger in her pussy, rubbing against her hardening clit, trying to persuade her by using her body and its natural reactions. And then... I thought of Stacy. I hadn't appreciated it when she'd used my body and its natural reactions against me, and I couldn't imagine that Amy would either. I could clearly see that she wanted to do more, but that she didn't want Scott and Shannon to "know" about it. So I stopped. Her look of relief was its own reward. "Okay, kitten," I said softly, kissing the tip of her nose. "We can pick up where we left off, later." "Thank you, Paul." She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed with a strength that surprised me. I kissed her again, and then moved to the side of the bed. I extended my hand and gently pulled her out of bed. I threw on shorts and a t-shirt while Amy reached into her overnight bag. She pulled out a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt. It was almost like a nightshirt, and on her small frame, it would easily reach her knees. I opened the door to go to the bathroom and she began brushing her hair. When I returned, she looked up and smiled, her hair positively glowing in the sunlight. She moved to put on the panties, and I stepped close to her. "Leave them off," I said quietly. She looked at me apprehensively. "Your shirt's so long that Scott and Shannon won't know." She still looked uncertain. "But I'll know," I said earnestly. "I'll know that you're naked underneath there, and it'll keep me aroused all through breakfast." "I don't know," she said hesitantly. "It'll be very sexy." She blushed and smiled up at me. "You really think so?" I nodded quickly. I'd gotten a little hard just thinking about it, so I took her small hand and placed it against my crotch, letting her feel the tumescent state of my cock. "Neat," she said, clearly starting to warm to the idea. "Okay," she said, suddenly resolute. "I'll do it." I bent down and kissed her soundly, luxuriating in the feeling as her nude, nubile body pressed against me. ----- Amy left her panties in the guest bedroom and walked out wearing only her long nightshirt. She went to the bathroom, and I met her as she came out. Scott and Shannon were in the kitchen when we came out, so we went to join them. Scott was dressed much like me, while Shannon was wearing a button-down dress shirt. The shirt looked pressed, and I figured it was one of Scott's that she'd taken from his closet. She also had on a pair of pink panties, which I could see as she moved her legs. While the girls fixed breakfast, Scott and I went into the family room to call my parents and check in for the morning. When Scott and I returned from our phone call, we were amazed. Amy had four older brothers, and her idea of breakfast was considerably bigger than anything Scott or I had expected. Even Shannon, who was moving as fast as she could, helping out, was clearly in awe of Amy. Amy, for her part, was like a general on the battlefield. She had an apron tied around her small frame, and was tending a pot and two frying pans on the stove. She directed Scott and me to set the table and get the drinks, and we didn't think twice before hopping to it. Scott grinned and winked at me as we did. What could I do besides shrug and grin in reply? When Amy was finished, the breakfast table was laden with steaming plates of scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, toast, pancakes, and a bowl of grits. What little free space remained on the table was taken up with glasses of orange juice (the one thing, aside from the place settings, that was courtesy of Scott and me), jam, butter, and syrup. I had been expecting to have cold cereal, and I could tell that Scott was thinking something similar. When Amy sat down next to me on the banquette seat by the bay window, I gave her a resounding kiss on the cheek. She smiled bashfully and blushed, but scooted closer to me. Scott and I ate like kings. We were growing teenage boys, and I, for once, ate with abandon. I think he and I alone finished more than half of what Amy and Shannon had fixed. For their parts, the girls had a healthy breakfast, but neither of them even approached the amount of food that Scott and I put away. When we were done making pigs of ourselves, the girls started cleaning up. Remembering my manners, I got up to help them, and Scott quickly followed suit. In no time, we had pretty much cleaned up the breakfast mess, and returned to the table to relax and digest. We talked for a while, but I noticed Scott and Shannon sharing more and more covert glances. Shortly after Shannon's hand unobtrusively crept into Scott's lap, Scott stretched and yawned theatrically, saying that he was thinking about taking a mid- morning nap. Shannon agreed that she was feeling a little sleepy as well, and they were both off to Scott's room before Amy and I really knew what had happened. With only the two of us left in the kitchen, I pulled Amy onto my lap. We started kissing, and I soon had my hand under her shirt, gently rubbing her bare pussy. She was panting against me, and I could tell that she wanted to go back to our room as well. I, however, had other ideas. I started to pull her shirt off, and she was so lost in the moment that she didn't resist. Once she was naked on my lap, my dick quickly became fully erect, pressing against her left leg. Her right leg was spread wide to give my hand easy access to her pussy. In no time, I had my clothes off as well, and Amy was on her knees, sucking my cock. After about five minutes of her active tongue, I pulled her up. I wanted to head back to the bedroom, but this time, _Amy_ had other ideas. She moved to lay down on the banquette, but I stopped her. "Here," I said, turning her to face away from me. She looked at me in confusion, but was too far gone with lust to do more than that. "You'll like it this way," I said, bending her over the table. With one hand, I gripped my shaft, and with the other, I spread her open. She was as tight as before, but her pussy was practically gushing. I didn't slip into her easily, but with steady pressure, I finally buried myself to the root. Amy tossed her honey-colored hair over her shoulder and looked at me, her face a mask of desire. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her. She started coming almost immediately, her pussy spasming around my dick, making me really push to thrust back into her. When I'd first plunged into her, I'd been planning on pulling out and coming on her back. But it was the first time I'd had my bare dick inside a pussy in a long time, and the skin-on-skin contact felt electric. As her tight sheath sucked at me, I lost the ability for all coherent thought. With a final thrust, I slammed my hips into her, burying myself inside her. My cock swelled and then practically exploded. I felt spurt after spurt of my semen blasting into her, and I gritted my teeth to keep from crying out. "Oh my God," Amy gasped in surprise, her voice dimly registering in my pleasure-clouded mind. "I can feel it. I can feel you shooting your stuff inside me. It feels so _good_." Finally, I collapsed against her, both of us breathing heavily. I supported us with one hand on the table, and one hand wrapped around Amy's middle. My dick slowly began to soften, and I could feel our combined juices oozing from her pussy. With almost painful clarity, I suddenly realized I hadn't pulled out, I hadn't been wearing a rubber, and my sperm now filled her pussy. ----- Copyright (c) 2003 Nick Scipio. 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