French Kissing for Girls – & Boys

Literotic asexstories – French Kissing for Girls – & Boys by Alex De Kok,Alex De Kok
They were in a cosy tangle of limbs in the rumpled bed next morning when the phone rang. Jeannie fumbled for the handset, juggling it as she almost dropped it, but finally got it to her ear. “Hello? … Oh, hi, Helen. Is my Dad still alive? … you’re sure? … yeah, she’s here. Hang on a sec.” Jeannie passed the phone to Kirsty. “It’s your mom.”

“Hi, Mom. Exhausted Mr. Evensen yet? … wow, that sounds good … you are? That’s great. Jeannie and I want to go again, too … no problem, Mom, I’ll drive our car and you can take it when you leave … okay, Mom, see you on the beach.”

Kirsty passed the phone back to Jeannie, who managed to get it back on the rest at only the second try. “Mom and your Dad are going back to the nude beach today,” said Kirsty with a grin, “so I said we’ll take the car, because Mom needs it later and your Dad’s at work again tomorrow.”

“Great!” Jeannie leaned across and gave Kirsty a soft kiss. “Mister Right might be there. Come on, let’s get showered, then eat.” She giggled. “Food this time.”

They were just getting breakfast when the phone rang again. “Hello,” said Jeannie. “Yeah, she’s here … want a word? Hang on.” Jeannie passed the phone to Kirsty, mouthing ‘Jimmy Perez.’

“Hello?” said Kirsty. “No, we haven’t made any plans yet … that sounds good … ten o’clock if we can make it. Okay, hang on ’til I ask her.” Kirsty covered the mouthpiece and turned to Jeannie.

“What was that all about?” said Jeannie.

“Dover Point. Jimmy’s going back with Billy and Mary. Julie apparently was only there because her boyfriend, Jack Coogan, couldn’t make it and Mary wanted female company, she didn’t want to be the only girl. Julie and Jack may be going, but Jimmy didn’t know. He wanted to know if we’d like to go.”

“With them?”

“Yeah. What do you think?”

“Just Jimmy and Billy, plus Mary, me and you? One girl too many,” said Jeannie.

“Maybe not. Remember Jimmy’s brother, Pete?”

“A year older, went off to UCLA? That Pete?”

“The very same. He’s home for the summer. Jimmy says Pete would like to come, too, if we don’t mind.”

Jeannie brightened. “Why not, he’s a nice guy.”

Kirsty grinned. “Jimmy? Tell Pete we’re fine with it. Mom’s going again, too … yeah, I’ve got her car, so I still need to check with Mom, but I don’t think she’ll mind, so pick us up at Jeannie’s at ten … okay, bye for now.” She hung up and turned to Jeannie, grinning. “Three guys, three gals. Mary and Billy are apparently an item at the moment, so it’s the Perez brothers and the might-be sisters.”

Jeannie laughed. “Could be fun. I like Pete.”

“And I like Jimmy. I’d better ring Mom, put her in the picture.” Kirsty turned back to the phone. “Mom? … Hi, it’s me. Mom, Jeannie and I are going back to Dover Point today, but we’re going with the gang. We’re getting a ride, so I was going to leave our car here. Is that okay, or do you still want me to take it to Dover Point for you? … okay, I’ll leave it here. Bye for now.” She turned to Jeannie, smiling.

“Kirsty?”

“Yeah?”

Jeannie giggled. “Remember what you said last night?”

“What?”

“French kissing for Girls?”

Kirsty laughed. “Yeah. Now add boys!”

Jeannie giggled again. “Kirsty, Jimmy and Pete are picking us up at ten, right?”

“Yep.”

“Did Jimmy say anything about food or drink?”

“Yeah, he said to bring whatever we planned to eat and drink. That way everyone has what they want.”

Jeannie pointed dramatically at the refrigerator. “Operation scoff starts here!”

They were ready and waiting when Jimmy and Pete rolled up in Pete’s battered Ford, just after ten. In bikini tops and shorts again, with t-shirts in the bag, ‘just in case’, they locked up and went out to the car. Jimmy got out and made a flourish of opening the car door for Kirsty and Jeannie as they scrambled into the back, then resumed his seat beside Pete, who turned to the girls.

“Hey, thanks for letting me tag along.”

“No big deal, Pete. Let’s have fun,” said Jeannie. She grinned at him. “You only wanted to come so you could see us naked, anyway.”

Pete laughed. “Can you think of a better reason for a guy?” He sobered. “No, Jeannie, I just wanted to see you again, because you’re good company with your clothes on, too.”

“I can live with that,” said Jeannie softly.

Kirsty pointed. “Go!”

It didn’t take long before they were at Dover Point. There was a brief pause when they realised that the free admission was over, but Pete just dug in his pocket and said, “My treat,” and they were in.

“Billy said he and Mary would be near where your mom and you were yesterday,” said Jimmy as they stripped off their clothes. He paused, openly admiring Kirsty. “You look fabulous, Kirsty,” he said quietly.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Jimmy,” Kirsty retorted. She glanced across at Jeannie, naked now, busy packing her clothing into the bag. Beside Jeannie, Pete couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Kirsty nudged Jimmy. “Looks like Jeannie’s made a conquest.”

Glancing across to make sure he wouldn’t be overheard, Jimmy leaned closer to Kirsty. “Pete wasn’t all that bothered until he heard that Jeannie was going. I told him she didn’t have a boyfriend. That is right, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, neither of us do.”

Jimmy coughed, flushing. “If it’s okay with you, Kirsty, I’d kinda like you and me to be a couple, see how we get on.”

Kirsty looked at him, then smiled. “I’d like that, Jimmy,” she said softly.

“It’s not just because everyone else seems to be pairing up,” he said hurriedly. “I want to. Be with you, I mean. Maybe go off on our own sometime, catch a movie or something.”

“Or something.” Kirsty giggled.

“What?” said Jimmy.

“It’s not usual for a guy to get a girl out of her clothes on a first date.”

Jimmy grinned. “I guess not, but it sure is good!” He sobered. “Kirsty, you were the loveliest creature on the beach yesterday, and you are again today.” He took Kirsty’s hand, nodding towards where Pete and Jeannie were disappearing towards the beach, also hand in hand. “Shall we follow big brother?”

“Not if we want to be where Mom and I were yesterday, it’s the other way.”

Jimmy whistled and Pete turned. Jimmy pointed and Pete changed direction, talking animatedly to Jeannie.

Billy and Mary had staked a claim to the spot and welcomed them, and the six youngsters settled themselves to enjoying the sun, the sea, and the fresh outdoor air. Around noon, Kirsty’s mom and Jeannie’s dad turned up and joined them. This time they managed a four-a-side volleyball game for a while until everyone decided it was time for something to eat. Helen took Kirsty to one side.

“Sweetheart, Tom’s staying with me again tonight. Are you okay with that?” she asked, concern on her face.

“Mom, I’m fine. So’s Jeannie. I’ll stay with Jeannie again tonight and then you don’t need to worry about us.”

“Not worried, baby. Embarrassed, perhaps, if I make as much noise as I did last night.”

“Do I take it the parents had a good time?”

Helen glanced round. “Fucking wonderful,” she said with a grin.

Kirsty squeezed her hand. “Good,” she said.

“Tom has to be at work again tomorrow. We’re stopping off later to collect some clothes for him. I’ll collect the car, too, so don’t worry when you see it gone.”

“That’s fine, Mom. Is it okay if we ask Jimmy and Pete back for a pizza or something?”

“Kirsty, honey, you’re an adult. I can’t stop you. Jimmy and you, is that it?”

“Yeah, he’s sort of asked me to go steady, at least for now.”

“And?”

“I said yes. I like him, Mom, he’s kind and funny and gentle.” Kirsty grinned. “And good-looking.”

“I like him, too, you make a good couple. Just be careful, baby. At least I know you’re on the pill, so that’s one conventional anxiety I don’t need to face.”

Kirsty laughed. “Steady, Mom. Don’t go so fast.”

Helen smiled gently at her daughter. “Sweetheart, I’ll tell you something private and personal, but for your ears only, okay? Your Dad and I fucked on our first date, and virtually every day after that, unless I had my period, until he was killed. Your grandma told me something similar about her and Gramps. The women in this family love hard, so be prepared.”

Kirsty stared at her mother. “Wow,” she said softly.

“Wow’s a good word. Here’s Jimmy.”

“Hi, Mrs. Anderson.”

“Hi, Jimmy. Call me Helen, and thanks for the compliment yesterday.”

Jimmy flushed. “You told her.”

“Of course I did, it was sweet,” said Kirsty.

“And very flattering,” said Helen.

Jimmy allowed himself to look at her. “It’s true, you’re the best-looking older woman on the beach.” He grinned. “And Kirsty takes after you.”

“You saying I’m looking older, buster?” said Kirsty in mock aggression, then she and Helen burst out laughing at the look of horror on Jimmy’s face.

“It’s okay, I’m teasing. Come on, let’s have a swim,” said Kirsty, taking Jimmy’s hand.

They swam for a while and Jimmy led her away from the others. They came back to the beach almost half a mile away from where the others were. Jimmy took Kirsty’s hand as they waded from the surf, squeezing her fingers gently. They walked along the tide line, silent, but Kirsty felt good, because it was a comfortable silence. She glanced across at Jimmy just as he looked at her and she smiled. He gestured towards a little clearing in the pines, about twenty yards from where a family party was playing. “Sit there for a little while?” he said.

“Why not?”

They sat for a while in silence, holding hands. Jimmy seemed on the point of saying something several times, but hesitated.

“What?” said Kirsty finally.

Jimmy flushed and looked away for a moment, then turned back to her. “I’ve been trying to get up the nerve to kiss you.”

“Why didn’t you?” Kirsty asked, her voice gentle.

Jimmy shrugged. “Too many people around, and your mom’s there, and …”

Kirsty took his face between her hands, remembering the night before and fighting the giggle which she knew would ruin the moment. “Jimmy,” she said, “shut up and kiss me.”

The kiss was hesitant at first as they learned each other’s taste, but it warmed into a fire that took them both, Jimmy’s tongue moving hesitantly towards Kirsty’s and her eager acceptance of it, tasting, duelling, the moment taking each of them. Kirsty felt Jimmy’s hands warm on her, on her back, her hips, stroking, caressing. Shuddering, Kirsty broke the kiss, looking into the fascinated eyes of a naked girl about three years old who was watching them through huge eyes, from five yards away.

Jimmy opened his mouth to speak but Kirsty put her finger on his lips. “Not here, not now. When we’re alone somewhere, Jimmy. I promise. I want to kiss you like that again and see where it takes us.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Kirsty, just as soon as we can be alone together somewhere.” Jimmy glanced down and flushed. “I have a more immediate problem. I guess you got me too excited.”

Kirsty looked down and a flash of pure desire rocketed through her. Jimmy’s prick was almost fully hard and she swallowed the lump in her throat that had sprung into existence when she thought of Jimmy’s hardness penetrating her. “Beautiful,” she breathed. She giggled. “Very nice, Jimmy, but like I said, not here, not now.” She squeezed his hand. “Tell me what you have planned for college, and think icy thoughts.”

“I’m not sure that would work,” said Jimmy. He glanced over but the little girl had lost interest and was picking sea shells out of the sand. “Is anybody looking our way?” he asked.

Kirsty glanced around. “Not at the moment.”

“It’s thirty yards to the water, maybe the sea will cool me down. Race you?”

Kirsty leapt to her feet. “Go!”

It was a wild dash back to the water, hand in hand, the two youngsters throwing themselves into the water in long dives. Twenty yards out, they turned and swam back towards the others. As they came out of the water Kirsty glanced down, but Jimmy’s prick had softened, although it was still a little erect.

“Ready to face everybody?” said Kirsty.

“As much as I ever will be,” said Jimmy, taking her hand. “Let’s go.”

A little later, Kirsty got a chance for a quiet word with Jeannie, but before Kirsty could say anything Jeannie said, “What do you think about asking Pete and Jimmy back for a pizza or something?”

Kirsty stared at her, then laughed. “You’re telepathic, Jeannie. I was just going to suggest that.”

Jeannie glanced over her shoulder to make sure she couldn’t be overheard. “You know I’m not a virgin, Kirsty. Well, I’ve been eyeing up that shlong of Pete’s all day. If he makes a move, I’m a pushover. I want it so bad it’s an ache.”

Kirsty laughed. “So you want me out of the way?”

“No! Just don’t come between us and the route to my bedroom!”

“Tell you what,” said Kirsty. “We’ll get the guys to drop us at the house before they go for the pizza, then we can make up the spare bed and get things ready to eat when they get back.”

“Make up the spare bed? Kirsty, I daren’t let Pete stay overnight. If Dad heard he’d have a fit.”

“Jeannie, think about it. If you and Pete are in your bed, where am I?”

“You mean, you and Jimmy might, um, er, … ”

“Fuck?”

Jeannie shrugged. “Make out, at least.”

“I dunno, Jeannie, but my pussy has been tingling all day, especially after he kissed me. Maybe I’ll be a pushover, too.”

“You like Jimmy, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” said Kirsty, “I like him a lot.” And he’s got a lovely prick.

“Kirsty,” said Jeannie seriously, “I heard about some of the girls fucking just to get rid of their cherries. I lost mine to someone I’m fond of, Joey, and I think if you did it with Jimmy, you’d both enjoy it. But hey, maybe I’m putting two and two together here and making six.”

“No, I think it’s four. Maybe, Jeannie, maybe. If the time’s right and the feeling’s good, just maybe.”

Jeannie giggled. “In that case I’ll make damn sure Pete and I are out of sight.”

“Yeah, you do that.”

“Do what?” said Jimmy as he and Pete came over. “We were wondering, how about getting a pizza or something?”

Jeannie and Kirsty looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” said a puzzled Jimmy.

“It’s okay,” said Kirsty, squeezing his fingers. “Jeannie and I were thinking just that very thing. We thought maybe you and Pete could drop us at Jeannie’s before you go for the pizza, maybe give us a half-hour or so for a shower and a tidy-up, then we could spend the evening together at Jeannie’s. How about it?”

“Sounds great to me,” said Pete, smiling at Jeannie, who blushed a little as she smiled back at him.

“And me,” said Jimmy. “What about Billy and Mary?” he said, nodding towards the other couple who were just coming back from a swim, hand in hand.

Kirsty gave a quick glance at Jeannie, who nodded. “They’re welcome too, if they want to come.”

Helen and Tom had been for a swim, too, and Helen came over and drew Kirsty to one side. “We’re off now, honey. Do you need anything? From home I mean. We have to pass our house to get to Tom’s, so if you want anything I can pick it up for you and leave it.”

Kirsty made a face, thinking. “I don’t know. My blue dress, maybe, my red shorts, and a couple of t-shirts. If I want anything else, tomorrow will do. Oh, some sexy underwear, too.”

“Big seduction scene?” said Helen lightly.

Kirsty flushed slightly, and shrugged. “I don’t know Mom, maybe, maybe not.”

Helen took her daughter’s hands in hers, bending forward to kiss her lightly. “Take care, honey, but enjoy yourself, whatever happens.”

“I will, Mom. You too.”

Helen grinned widely and wiggled her eyebrows. “I will.”

Helen and Tom left shortly afterwards and the six youngsters played another game of volleyball, boys versus girls. Nobody was in the least bit interested in any score, they were just enjoying themselves. As Jimmy remarked later, as they were collecting their things together ready to leave, “the best thing about nude beach volleyball is watching the girls jiggle.”

“Says you,” retorted Jeannie. “You guys did a bit of jiggling, too, or maybe it was swinging, rather than jiggling.”

“I don’t know about the other guys,” said Jimmy, “but I’ve been fighting a mental battle all day not to get a woodie on.” He grinned. “If we’d been the only people on the beach, yeah, okay, but there were little kids, old ladies and all sorts here. I never realised naturism was so popular. I know why, now, it feels great to be naked, especially around such lovely ladies,” he said, bowing to each of the girls in turn.

Kirsty grinned. “Flatterer.” Her smile faded. “I guess we come over more naturally, here, like this. There’s less opportunity for pretence. What you see is what you get.” She looked round at the others, who were all showing signs of agreement, except Mary, who had a faraway look on her face. “You don’t agree, Mary?”

“Oh, I do,” said Mary. “I think you’re dead right. No, I was just thinking how Miss High and Mighty de Vere would come over, or Molly Peterson.” An expression of distaste flickered over Mary’s face as she mentioned Trish de Vere.

“I think Molly might be embarrassed at first, because of her size, but I think she’d enjoy it. Trish? No way,” said Jeannie.

“Well, Molly is the fattest girl in class, but she’s nice, and she’s friendly. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say an unkind word about anybody,” said Kirsty.

“I have,” said Mary, “when that cow de Vere called me ’round-heels’. Molly was the only one around who stuck up for me. You guys weren’t there. When they’d gone, Molly told me not to worry, that the bitch would get her just desserts one day. I’ve never seen Molly so cold, ever.”

“Sounds like Trish got on Molly’s wrong side, too.” Kirsty was thoughtful. “Has anyone else noticed how the bitch-queen’s circle of courtiers seems to be getting smaller?”

“Yes,” said Mary, in a tone of intense satisfaction.

“I was going to ask her out, once,” said Pete, “until I looked into her eyes. There was nothing there, nothing that attracted me anyway. Superficially, she’s a good-looking girl, but no, not for me.”

“Good,” said Jeannie. “You can make do with me instead.”

“That will be a pleasure, Jeannie,” said Pete, laughing.

“Kirsty?” said Mary. “Billy says you guys are organizing a pizza or something, and that we’re invited. Is that right?”

“Yeah, if you want to come along. We’re going to send the guys away for a half-hour or forty minutes while we grab a shower, maybe put on a little makeup, then just enjoy the evening. Probably in couples,” she added with a wink.

“We’d love to. Billy’s all for it. I guess I am, too.”

“Okay, then, let’s go.”

Twenty minutes later, they pulled up outside Jeannie’s house. The girls got out and Billy transferred from his own jalopy into Pete’s car. Jimmy waved the girls across. “Do you want any beer? If we get a six-pack, that’s one each. Enough to enjoy, but not enough for anyone to get anywhere near drunk.”

“Just the one will be great. We’ll have a shower and get things ready. Don’t come back until seven, okay? It’s six-twenty now.”

“Seven it is.” Jimmy reached up and pulled Kirsty’s head down, kissing her lightly. “Miss me,” he said.

“I will,” she promised, “as soon as you go! So, go.”

The three girls headed into the house. “Shower first,” said Jeannie. “There’s a shower in the guest bathroom, if you want, Mary, but Dad’s is big enough to take all three of us at once.”

Mary grinned. “Okay, let’s share. No point in being shy when we’ve been naked together all day. I absolutely must wash my hair, too.”

The three girls huddled into Tom Evensen’s big shower, squealing as the initially cold water hit them, then shampooing each other’s hair, washing each other’s back, tickling, squeezing. Eventually, each of them bundled in a terry cloth robe, they trooped down to the kitchen.

“What are you guys wearing tonight?” said Mary as they began preparing some salad stuff to go with the pizza. “I only have what I’m wearing, shorts and a t-shirt.”

Kirsty began to speak, but Jeannie held up her hand and stopped her. “Mary, I plan to take Pete to bed if he gives any indication at all that he wants to fuck me. I don’t know for sure about Kirsty and Jimmy, that’s their business, but what about you and Billy?”

Mary stared at her for a long, long moment.

“Something wrong?” Jeannie asked gently.

Mary smiled briefly. “No, I’m fine. It was just thinking of the bitch-queen that upset me for a moment. I’ve known you guys for what, three years now?”

“About that, yes,” said Kirsty.

“You’ve heard what Trish calls me?”

“Round heels? Um, yes, I have. I don’t like it, so I take no notice.” Kirsty gave Mary a sympathetic smile.

“Try living with it! I’m supposed to be a pushover for any guy with a hard dick. I’m still virgin!”

“Why haven’t you said anything?” said Kirsty.

“And give Trish the lie, you mean?”

Kirsty nodded.

“Kirsty, I’ve been out with about twenty different guys, but it was never right, the magic I hoped for wasn’t there. I think it was that asshole Jack Ellis who gave Trish the idea. He tried to grab me in a bedroom at Trish’s party, before I knocked him on his ass. He told everyone who’d listen he’d got my cherry! He didn’t even get a feel of my tits.”

“I’ll ask again, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Who’d have listened, in that crowd?”

“You make a good point. So you just kept a dignified silence?”

“I suppose.” Mary grinned suddenly. “Thanks, Kirsty, I never thought of it like that before. Dignified silence. I like it.”

“It worked, I think. People started to wonder why Trish had such a down on you. Okay, Mary, you’re still virgin. You obviously wanted us to know, and I’m flattered, but was there something else?”

“Yes. I want Billy to be the one to get the Ross cherry, because the magic is there at last, but I couldn’t think of where. In a sense, I kind of want witnesses. Somebody who might put the lie on the bitch-queen. Not actually present,” she added hurriedly, “but maybe in the same house, at the same time. I don’t want it to be in the back seat of Billy’s car, or something. That would spoil the magic.”

“Jeannie?” said Kirsty. “We could let Mary and Billy have my room for a while. If you want one that is,” she added hurriedly, taking Mary’s hand and squeezing it.

“That would be fantastic, but what about you and Jimmy?” Mary was smiling now.

“Jeannie?”

“Shut up, I’m thinking. Dad won’t be home tonight. I’ll use his room. Kirsty, you take mine, Mary can have the spare room.” She laughed. “I’m kinda making assumptions here, but at least it gives us all somewhere private to make out, or to go further if we want to.”

“Great, but are you sure about your Dad?” said Mary.

Jeannie giggled. “We’re certain,” said Kirsty, dryly. “He’s with my Mom.”

“Are they, um, you know?” said Mary uncertainly.

“They are presently an item, yes, and one of the reasons I’m staying here tonight is so that they can do whatever they want without needing to worry about me,” Kirsty said with a leer.

Mary laughed. “Boy, sex is in the air tonight. Okay, back to the question. What to wear? I have no choice, but you guys have.”

“We’ve been naked all day, we could carry on that way, maybe,” said Jeannie.

“That would solve the clothes problem okay, and the guys would go for it,” Kirsty said, fighting a giggle.

“Can I borrow a hair dryer?” said Mary.

“Sure. Come with me and I’ll show you where the spare room is, too. You need to know that!” Jeannie took Mary away.

Kirsty glanced at the clock. Another ten minutes before the pizzas arrived. Now where did Mom leave my stuff? She found the bag in the hallway. Blue dress, red shorts, t-shirts. What the fuck is that? She took out a wisp of black lace. Jumpin’ shit! It’s Mom’s teddy! What else? Holy shit! She grabbed the bag and ran upstairs after the others.

“Mary? Jeannie? I have an idea! Mary, do you have panties with you? Are they sexy?”

“Well, kind of. I put my thong on because my shorts are a bit tight.”

“What about a bra?”

“Yes, I have that, too. Why? I thought we were going to be naked for the guys.”

“We’re going to be better than naked. Bra, panties, garter belt, stockings. Nothing else. If that doesn’t give them the clue that we’re functional females with raging hormones, nothing will.”

“I haven’t got a garter belt and stockings with me,” said Mary, disappointment in her tone.

“I have,” said Kirsty. “And a teddy, and two pairs of stockings, and a pair of panties that look as if they were made from black spider webs.” She grinned at the others. “We only have about ten minutes, so let’s go!”

When Pete, Jimmy and Billy got back with the pizzas, they found the girls wearing their towelling robes.

“We’ll finish dressing after we eat,” said Kirsty.

The six of them sat down around the big kitchen table and made short work of the pizzas and salad. Jeannie had made coffee and went over to the coffee machine.

“You guys go through to the living room, we’ll bring the coffees through,” said Jeannie.

“Okay,” said Pete, giving her a quick kiss, “but don’t be long.”

Left alone in the kitchen, the three girls quickly discarded the towelling robes. Mary had opted for braless, but was wearing one of Kirsty’s t-shirts that they had modified, cutting and ripping much of the body away, so that the under curves of her breasts could be clearly seen. The effect of what was left was almost like a bra. On the bigger Mary, the tight remnants of Kirsty’s t-shirt clearly showed the outline of her nipples. She wore her thong, skimpy, bright red, and a pair of grip-top stayup stockings of Jeannie’s.

Jeannie was wearing a half-cup bra and skimpy matching panties in a delicate floral print. A matching garter belt held up a pair of dark tan stockings.

Kirsty was all in black. Helen’s teddy clad her upper body, the bra portion a wisp of lace through which her nipples could be clearly seen. The garter straps supported sheer black stockings and her panties did look as if they had been fashioned from black spiderwebs.

The overall effect was awesome.

Mary picked up the tray with the six coffees, Jeannie took a box of cookies and Kirsty a basket of fruit. “Ready, girls?” said Kirsty.

“Fuck, yes,” said Mary, “my pussy’s soaking.”

Kirsty snorted. “Mine too.”

“And mine,” said Jeannie. “Tallyho, gang.” She led the way into the living room. Later, Kirsty would swear that she actually heard the three jaws drop. There was total silence for a moment. Jimmy was the first to find his voice.

“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he whispered. “Either that or I’m dreaming. For chrissake nobody wake me up.”

“D’ya like it, guys?” said Mary, giving a twirl after she put the tray of coffees on a low table.

“Like it?” said Billy. “Mary, I thought you were the sexiest creature on the beach naked, but dressed like that, wow.” He growled low in his throat.

Pete just stared at Jeannie, hunger in his eyes.

Pete and Jimmy were sitting on the Evensens’ big couch, Billy in a big armchair. Mary took a coffee cup across to Billy and offered it to him, bowing. He took it, a huge grin on his face while Mary repeated the action with Pete and Jimmy. Jeannie followed Mary round with the cookies, and Kirsty put the basket of fruit on the table. When everyone was served, Mary took her own coffee and perched herself carefully on Billy’s lap.

The couch was long enough for Jeannie to sit next to Pete and Kirsty next to Jimmy. Jimmy took Kirsty’s hand and squeezed her fingers.

“You,” he said, “are beautiful. Not only are you beautiful, but you are sexy as hell.”

Kirsty grinned at him, her eyes dancing. “You like my outfit then?” she said demurely.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “it makes me want to rip it off you and make mad passionate love to you.”

“Behave yourself,” said Kirsty and reached for her coffee cup, but her mind was racing. She giggled inwardly. Her pussy was awfully wet now, just at feeling so sexy. That and the reaction she’d triggered in Jimmy. Beside her, he wriggled and she stifled a giggle as she realised he was trying to ease his prick in his jeans. She put her coffee cup down, startled to find she’d emptied it without noticing.

Gently, Jimmy took her into his arms. She smiled into his eyes and lifted her lips to his. The kiss was gentle at first but heat quickly overcame them and Kirsty felt Jimmy’s lips part and his tongue play around her mouth. She sucked it into her mouth and twirled her own tongue around it, the moment taking her until she felt giddy, losing herself in Jimmy’s kiss. She felt his hand gently cup her breast through the teddy, but she wanted his fingers on her skin and quickly unfastened the top three hooks on the front-fastening teddy, lifting Jimmy’s hand off her breast, his protest dying unspoken as she slipped his hand inside her bra cup.

Her nipples were rigid, as hard as she had ever felt them, and she moaned deep in her throat as she felt Jimmy’s awkward caress, awkward only because of the restrictions of the teddy. She felt Jimmy gently break the kiss and Kirsty’s eyes flicked open.

“We need to get this off,” Jimmy said, stroking her through the silky material of the teddy.

“Upstairs,” she whispered, then looked around, startled, to see that they were alone in the living room. Whenever the others had left, she had neither seen nor heard them go, lost as she was in Jimmy’s kiss.

“Upstairs?” said Jimmy. “Are you sure?”

“Certain. Come on.”

They stood and Kirsty giggled suddenly at the bulge in Jimmy’s jeans. “We need to get those off more than we need to get this off,” she said, plucking lightly at the teddy. “This way.” She led the way up to Jeannie’s room, Jimmy following her, and she unhooked the teddy as she went, so that when she closed the bedroom door behind them it was open all the way down the front, her breasts fully revealed, her nipples hard.

Jimmy took her in his arms again, kissing her, and she pressed against him, feeling the hardness, and this time it was Kirsty who broke the kiss.

“Undress,” she said, unhooking her stockings and letting the teddy slide back off her shoulders. It took only a moment to slip off the panties and she was about to roll the stockings down her legs when Jimmy stopped her.

“No,” he said, his voice hoarse, “keep the stockings on.”

Kirsty grinned, laughing as he nearly overbalanced, trying to get his sneakers off with his jeans around his ankles. In a moment Jimmy was naked before her, his prick erect, solid, angry-looking. Briefly she wondered how it would ever fit inside her, but she knew it would. Had to, in fact, because Kirsty was certain that before the evening was finished she would no longer be a virgin.

She moved back into Jimmy’s embrace, pressing against him as they kissed, enjoying the new sensation of his hardness against her. Gently, Jimmy broke the kiss and picked her up, to lay her gently on Jeannie’s bed. She smiled up at him, holding up her hand as he moved to join her. She pointed. “Pass me that towel, please, Jimmy.”

Jimmy passed Kirsty the towel, an enquiring look on his face. Kirsty lifted her ass and slid the towel beneath her. “I’m still virgin, Jimmy. I might bleed, and I don’t want to stain Jeannie’s bed,” she said softly.

“Ah,” he said, “I see.” He frowned, then reached for his jeans, taking out a little foil packet. “I got some of these, earlier. I guess I was hoping …” His voice trailed off as she shook her head, smiling at him.

“I’m on the pill, sweetheart, I have been since I was fifteen. Irregular periods.” Kirsty grinned fleetingly.” You wouldn’t want to know me in those days.”

“I do now, Kirsty.” He hesitated. “Are you sure?” He broke off as Kirsty put her finger over his mouth.

“I’m sure. Come on, lie down beside me.”

He did, snaking his left arm under her neck, resting his right hand, warm, upon her stomach. Kirsty stretched up and kissed him. Jimmy looked nervous.

“What’s up, sweetheart? “Kirsty said softly.

A grimace flitted across Jimmy’s face. “I’ve never fu – made love to a virgin before. In fact, you’re only my second.”

“I won’t ask about the first, as long as she’s in the past,” said Kirsty.

“She is.”

“Well, then, we’ll learn together. Have you ever eaten a girl out?”

Jimmy shook his head. Kirsty nodded. “Well, I’ve never sucked a guy off either.” She giggled suddenly. “You’re a guy, you jack off, right?”

Puzzled, Jimmy nodded.

“How long is it before you can go again?”

“If I’m excited, not long.” He grinned fleetingly. “I’m excited now, can’t you tell.”

Tentatively, Kirsty reached out to touch Jimmy’s prick. It looks huge, but how do I know? It’s my first. Ooh! It’s hot, and it feels great, sort of velvety.

“Careful, Kirsty. Being around you naked all day, I’m liable to come any second.”

Kirsty grinned, but she’d had an idea. “Sweetheart, if I suck you off, will you eat me? Your prick should be back to being interested by then, shouldn’t it?”

Jimmy gave a short laugh. “Almost guaranteed.”

“Well?”

“I’ve never eaten a girl out, Kirsty.”

“And I’ve never sucked a guy off. We’ll learn together, we’ll tell each other what’s good, and what’s not so good.” She grinned vividly. “None of it will be bad, just new. So?”

“Yes, please,” Jimmy said quietly.

“Right, let me up and lie back. It’s show time!”

“Blow time.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t know why, but it’s called a blow job.”

“Suck, blow, who cares, your prick is going in my mouth.” She frowned. “What’s going to be the best way?”

“Best way?”

“Most comfortable for us both.”

“I dunno. How about if I just lie back, spread my knees, and you sort of kneel or lie on your elbows or something?”

“Adopt the position, buster.” Jimmy grinned and lay back, spreading his legs, his prick pointing somewhere back over his shoulder, hot and dark. Kirsty got to her knees between Jimmy’s legs, bending towards his groin, fascinated by the male equipment on display for her.

Kirsty stretched out her tongue and licked carefully up Jimmy’s prick. He jumped as her tongue flicked over the glans. “Sorry,” she murmured, repeating the movement, but this time she eased herself up and forward a little and took Jimmy’s prick into her mouth, instinctively running her tongue across the head, sucking slightly. There was a slight ‘pop’ as she released it from her mouth.

“Sweetheart,” she murmured.

“Yeah?” said Jimmy, in a voice hoarse with desire.

“Do I just suck?”

“I don’t think so. I saw a couple of porno movies, and in those the woman sort of fucked herself in the face, if you get me?”

“I get you, I got you, and I’m gonna have you.” Kirsty took Jimmy’s prick into her mouth again, tightening her lips over the head, sliding down until his prick hit the back of her throat and the gag reflex hit her. She eased up hurriedly. No deep-throat for you tonight, buster. She knew now how far she dared take him and began to bob her head up and down, her tongue flattening and caressing Jimmy’s glans as she moved.

Jimmy had been excited all day, seeing the lovely Kirsty naked, not to mention Jeannie and Mary. His mind took a leap for a moment as he imagined his brother fucking Jeannie, and his prick twitched. Kirsty fought a giggle as her head moved and Jimmy abandoned himself to the sensations again. He was getting close now and he knew it was Kirsty’s first blow job, never mind being his own first experience. Not the last, he hoped, because this was paradise. The only thing he could imagine being better would be sliding his prick into Kirsty’s pussy.

“I’m getting awful close, Kirsty,” he managed to say, his voice ragged. She looked up at him and winked, and for a moment she looked so much like her mother that a powerful vision took Jimmy, and his prick twitched again. Kirsty caught the twitch, her head moved and her lips moved across Jimmy’s glans at the most sensitive point, and he came.

“Kirsty!” he managed to say, but by then she knew, as a hot jet of semen hit the back of her throat, followed swiftly by another. Coughing, she lifted her head, Jimmy’s prick springing free and his next jet hit her on the cheek. He was slowing now and the jets became pulses, his semen oozing over Kirsty’s hand. Tentatively, she ran the semen in her mouth over her tongue. The taste was bland, not unpleasant, and she swallowed, then licked the semen from her fingers and followed the trail up Jimmy’s prick with her tongue, lapping him clean. She scooped the semen from her face on a finger and caught Jimmy’s eye.

“Laugh, buster, and I’ll bite it off,” she threatened, with a mock growl.

Jimmy held up his hands in horrified surrender and watched as she licked her finger clean again, his prick slowly softening as his climax waned. He let out a deep sigh and Kirsty’s eyes flickered to his.

“Good?” she said, a little uncertain.

“You have no idea,”said Jimmy. “I can think of only one thing that might be better than that.”

“Fucking me?” she said hopefully.

Jimmy nodded, a gentle smile on his face. “Fucking you, yes, but not just fucking, making love to a wonderful girl.”

Kirsty sat up on her heels, grinning.

“Soon, buster, because I want it as well, but you pay the price first.”

“By slurping your luscious girl-juice and making you come too, I hope.”

Kirsty shuddered, her breasts in echoing movement to Jimmy’s fascinated gaze. “Yeah,” she breathed, “that!” She moved up and lay beside Jimmy as he put his arms around her again, bending to kiss her, hesitant for a moment as he tasted himself, then putting himself into the kiss, trying to show Kirsty how much he wanted her.

Aeons later, they broke the kiss and Kirsty lay back in Jimmy’s arms. His free hand played gently with Kirsty’s nipples, stroking, teasing, keeping the fires burning in her. Eventually, Jimmy bent across and kissed her lightly.

“Time to eat,” he said. He kissed his way down her throat, across her collar-bone, then back, down the upper slopes of her breasts. Kirsty’s nipples were tight with anticipation and a shock ran through her as Jimmy’s tongue flicked over her nipple. A gasp came from her as Jimmy took her nipple between his teeth, biting gently, then moving to a gentle suckling, before kissing the nipple goodbye and moving on down, kissing his way across Kirsty’s belly. He pointed his tongue and poked it suddenly into her navel. Kirsty shrieked and batted at him, then put her hand to her mouth in horror.

“Oh, shit! Everyone will have heard that.”

Jimmy grinned at her. “They’ll only think you’re having a good time, so relax and enjoy.” He lowered his head and tugged at the sparse hairs on Kirsty’s mons. Heck, she thought, I’m glad I shaved the rest of my pussy yesterday. Jimmy kissed his way down and knelt between Kirsty’s legs as she moved them apart for him. I hope he likes the view, she thought, suddenly worried. Jimmy stared at her pussy for a moment, then lifted his eyes to hers. “Beautiful,” he breathed.

Relieved, Kirsty lay back, pulling a pillow under her head so that she could watch him, except that she felt him first, his tongue suddenly running up her soaking slit from anus to clitoris. Jimmy sat back for a moment, his face a study in concentration.

“What?”said Kirsty, suddenly anxious again, but Jimmy smiled, shaking his head.

“I was trying to see if the taste reminded me of anything,” he said.

“And does it?” said Kirsty, thinking of all the fish jokes she had heard and praying that that wasn’t how she tasted to Jimmy.

“No, it’s unique, unique and wonderful. I never tasted anything quite like it before. I want more,” he growled and his head went down again. Kirsty felt his tongue run up her slit again and she jumped as his tongue flicked across her clitoris again, a pulse of ecstasy running through her.

Jimmy varied his approach, now burying his tongue in Kirsty’s pussy, now flattening it and running it the full length of her slit, interspersed with little kisses on her thighs, and a gentle tasting of her clitoris. The sensations were welling in Kirsty and she began to tremble, a soft moan coming from her lips. She was close and Jimmy seemed to know it, because he buried his tongue the length of her slit, running it gently across her clitoris. She gasped and he took her clit between his lips, sucking gently, then briefly let her feel his teeth.

That was it, she came. She’d been on such a fever pitch for so long that she couldn’t control herself, her belly rippling, her pussy clamping down, a long exultant moan escaping between her clenched teeth. Jimmy’s tongue flicked over her again and another pulse ran through her. Her thighs clamped in reflex and Jimmy found his head caught between Kirsty’s powerful swimmer’s thighs. With nowhere to go, his tongue jabbed out again and Kirsty moaned again, but the pulses were lessening now and Jimmy eased back, his face awed as Kirsty slowly eased down from her high.

“Into me, Jimmy, into me,” she gasped. Jimmy moved forward, his prick hard and ready again. Kirsty moved her legs apart again and Jimmy took hold of his prick, easing it down and into the depths of Kirsty’s slit. He missed his target and she giggled, her hand reaching out and guiding him into his target. He eased forward and she marvelled at the thick, blunt head as it moved into her. She gasped as it reached her hymen and Jimmy stopped.

“Kirsty?” he said, worried.

She grinned tightly. “Your proof that I’m a virgin,” she said. “Careful now, sweetheart.”

Jimmy pressed forward again, gently, and Kirsty winced as she felt him pressing against her maidenhead, but suddenly there was a stab of pain and he moved into her, pausing again as he heard her anguished gasp.

“Just hold it there for a moment,” she whispered, “just until I get used to it.” Her fingers were tight on Jimmy’s shoulders, gripping, and he wondered idly how bad the bruising would be. Kirsty breathed out and sighed. “Easy sweetheart, you feel huge, but I want you deeper. Slowly!”

Carefully, Jimmy pressed in, but his prick was dry and the way was tight. In sudden inspiration, he moved back until he almost left her, then pressed in again, drew back, pressed in until suddenly his balls were against Kirsty’s ass and he was as deep inside her as he could get.

She grinned up at him. “It feels great.”

“To me, too,” he said.

“Fuck me, lover,” said Kirsty, “fuck me till you come.”

“What about you?” Jimmy said.

“I just did. We’ll worry about me coming too when we’ve had a bit of practice.” Kirsty laughed. “We can have a lot of fun while we do.”

“You want to do this again?”

“Fuck, yes! I surely hope so,” she said, “but I won’t know until we’ve finished, so fuck me!”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Jimmy, beginning to move, pulling back until he almost left her, pressing back, marvelling at the tightness.

Kirsty brought her legs up, hooking her heels together behind him, urging him into her, feeling the blunt force of him as he thrust into her, feeling herself empty as he moved back, then fill again as he thrust back into her. He moved more easily as her juices flowed and she giggled as she heard the slurp of him in her pussy. Jimmy was moving faster now, thrusting into her and she let herself enjoy the pleasure of receiving her lover. She could feel those slowly-rising sensations that presaged climax, and she wondered briefly if she would come before Jimmy did, but she wasn’t worried, she was enjoying these new sensations too much for that. She gasped as Jimmy thrust hard into her again.

“Oh, yes! Fuck me, Jimmy, fuck me hard!”

She began to thrust back at him with her hips, her fingers claws now in his back, pulling him to her as he thrust. The sensations were taking her now and she began to moan, mixed with gasps as she felt Jimmy thrust, little yips escaping from her mouth, her climax still rising, rising.

Jimmy was almost gasping now, sweat running from him as he thrust vigorously into Kirsty in the dim warmth of Jeannie’s bedroom, a film of sweat building between them as climax closed faster and faster. Kirsty was first, shocked, surprised as her pussy clamped down on Jimmy’s prick, a ripple running through her and a tight scream fighting its way out between her clenched teeth. Her excitement drew Jimmy on and suddenly he was thrusting into her in spasmic reflex as his own climax took him, his seed pulsing into Kirsty, his gasps ringing in her ears as he came.

Slowly, oh, so slowly, they calmed, until Kirsty eased her four-limbed grasp on Jimmy, breathing deeply as he eased himself off her, taking his weight on his arms, his softening prick still within her. Kirsty grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling.

“We have to do that again.”

Jimmy grinned back at her, still breathing heavily, his hair matted on his head. “I hoped you’d say that. Kirsty, if it was half as good for you as it was for me, you really enjoyed that.”

Kirsty stretched up and kissed him. “I really, really enjoyed it. In fact, Jimmy my pet, I’d go so far as to say what my Mom said about last night with Tom Evensen.”

“Huh?”

“Fucking marvellous!”