As soon as I began to kiss her nipples again, she erupted. “OOOOH! AAAAAH!” Angie wasn’t just turned on! She was at full throttle! She was still squeezing my penis with one hand. If she’d moved her hand up-and-down, I would have ejaculated. She was completely lost in the feelings she was experiencing and didn’t know what to do with me.
I moved my left hand down and slid it under her skit against her bare abdomen, barely touching the top edge of her pubic hair. I could feel pulses in her uterus slowing fading. Angie was leaning back with her mouth open, breathing in short gasps. She was now holding my penis in a death grip with both hands! She opened her legs.
I pulled the front of her loose skirt up to her waist, exposing her bare pussy. I moved my left hand down and began to stroke her pubic hair, slowly moving over her pubic bone and into her slit. She was soaked. I touched her button and she said, “OOOOOO!” and jumped in her seat.
I began to slide my fingers up and down her wet pussy. I found the entrance to her vagina, and I was able to slide one finger into her, past her maidenhead. I began to move it in and out of her. “What are you doing?” She gasped.
“Does it hurt?”
“NO! It feels incredible!” She looked down and could see what I was doing, even in the relative dark theater.
“You’re inside me! I can see you going in and out! I can feel it! OH GOD!” Angie began to tremble, then she loudly screamed, “AAAAAAAAAH”
There were shushing sounds from elsewhere in the theater. I held my finger motionless inside her. Then I began to search for her G-spot. I felt it at the same moment she let out a moan. “What are you doing to me?” She asked. “I feel like my insides are coming apart!”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“NO! I don’t want this ever to end!”
We didn’t see the movie. I kept my mouth smashed against Angie’s whenever she climaxed so that she screamed into my mouth. She had at least a dozen more orgasms before the credits began to roll. She never let go of my penis, and my balls ached and throbbed.
Angie was amazingly uninhibited. She didn’t try to control her reactions. She arched her hips and twisted in the seat as I fingered her. She clenched her thighs when she climaxed, and her legs jerked around, usually hitting the seat in front of her. Her physical reactions were intense and incredibly erotic. She didn’t fight what she was experiencing. She simply allowed the sensations to overwhelm her. She felt absolutely no embarrassment or shame as she exposed herself completely to me. I was thinking of her as “my woman.”
And I was going to be her first lover! I began to imagine that I could find some way to double-cross Doris and not break up with Angie. I was thinking with my heart as well as my balls.
Before the house lights came up, Angie buttoned her blouse back up and I removed her hands from my penis and zipped up my shorts. Her legs were shaky and I had to help her up. She tucked the bottom of her blouse into her skirt. We walked to an outside exit near the front of the theater, not wanting to go out into a more public hallway. Angie was having trouble walking, and I had to hug her against me to keep her upright. The look on her face was so erotic that I stopped several times to kiss and hug her.
The block-long walk to the car took a long time. Angie collapsed into the front seat. I could see her erect nipples rubbing against her blouse as she breathed. She was still aroused. I kissed her, and the look on her face clearly said, “Take me! I belong to you!” I was really tempted!
I didn’t. I drove slowly back toward Aunt Karen’s. “Are you going to put your bra back on?” I asked when we were about halfway there. Angie nodded, and took off her blouse. She got her bra from the glove box and put it on, then put her blouse back on again. She moved as if she were in a trance.
“And your panties?”
Again she nodded. She lifted her skirt and pulled her panties up, then dropped her skirt again. She stared at the wetness she had just gotten on her fingers. She cleaned her hands with a napkin from the glove box. She reached over and pressed her left hand against the tent in my pants and gripped my erection. She stared at me and smiled as I drove.
When we got back to Aunt Karen’s, I helped Angie out of the car. She was walking better. I mentioned that her blouse was untucked, and she slowly took care of it. I kissed her at the door, and she kissed me back, hard. Her face had a sexy, dreamy look on it. After several minutes of heavy kissing and petting by both of us, Angie pressed the doorbell.
Aunt Karen opened the door, saw the look on Angie’s face, and she looked at me with suspicion. I gently shook my head. Karen’s nostrils flared as she recognized the heady aroma of pussy which emanated so strongly from Angie. Angie passionately kissed me good night and headed up the stairs. There was a dark wet spot on the back of her skirt. Karen stared at it, then looked at me and raised one of her eyebrows.
I walked out onto the porch and Karen followed me. “If you didn’t do it, you could have! She was ready!” She said. I nodded. She looked carefully into my eyes.
“I’ve arranged a hotel room for you. Two weeks from tonight! Try to hold out ’till then, stud!” Karen said. She glanced down at the boner in my shorts, grinned, and went in and closed the door.
I got back into my car and made the hour-long drive back to my apartment. I had to wipe a wet spot off the front seat where Angie had been sitting. My balls ached, and I beat off into a napkin as I drove. Twice. My left hand smelled of Angie’s pussy. I didn’t wash the smell off and I held it near my nose all night. Angie still had my undershorts. I liked that, silly little intimacy that it was!
The following Tuesday evening Angie and I had another “party” at the pool. I didn’t think there was any possible way I could avoid making love to her, but once again God intervened. Angie was having her period. We undressed each other, stopping to kiss after every item of clothing.
I massaged her abdomen, helping to relieve the cramps and soreness. I brought her to several orgasms by kissing and lightly rubbing her extremely sensitive nipples and slightly swollen beasts. She was becoming easier to arouse, if that were possible, and her orgasms were more intense and lasted longer and longer. We enjoyed a brief nude swim, and while we sat naked on the side of the pool I showed her how to give me a hand job. She was delighted and she squealed with delight when my cum shot out in several spurts into the pool. No matter what we did, she enjoyed it!
Even more importantly we were able to talk. We lay naked on the mats and opened up to each other so easily it felt as if we had known each other for years, not days. I could feel myself falling in love with her. I wondered if it was my penis talking – or my heart. Or both. She was a little young and inexperienced, but she was far more a woman than a girl. I began to plan how I could deflower her, and then make her mine permanently, regardless of what Doris had in mind. All I had to do was figure out a way to keep Doris from telling Angie about our arrangement. How hard could that be to accomplish? After all, Doris couldn’t tell her husband, could she?
Thanks to Aunt Karen, we went to another movie the following Saturday. Angie jerked me off twice, and I caressed her into orgasms for most of the two-and-a half hours we were in the theater. Angie tried tasting both my cum and her own juices, and after an initially sour face, she began to acquire a taste for both. Soon we were lapping up each other’s juices and giggling as we tasted them as we kissed. Everything was fun for Angie! When we got back to Aunt Karen’s, Karen hurried Angie to her room before her uncle could see the cum stains all over the front of her skirt and blouse! She had an even larger wet spot on the back of her skirt than the previous week. Once again I told Aunt Karen that Angie’s virtue was still technically intact. Karen pointedly reminded me that I only had to wait another week. She also wiped her hand across her face after Angie kissed her goodnight, apparently surprised by the taste!
The following Wednesday evening Angie was once again my solo, special after-hours party at the pool. We undressed each other in the pump room after my run. I turned the pool lights on so that we could see each other. We played and splashed, and then Angie wrapped herself around me and began to rub my penis against her crotch.
“Angie, let’s wait! I want our first time to be completely private. No hurry. No pressure. No being afraid that somebody will suddenly see us. I talked to Aunt Karen and she’ll help us again. I’ll take you to a hotel on Saturday. We’ll spend the night making love. We’ll make love until we can’t do it anymore, then sleep in each other’s arms. How could your first time be any better?”
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