Literotic asexstories – Summer at School Ch. 02 by jdocubs,jdocubs
She’d left his house before he woke up. Her note was short:
My dad and stepmother are going to Omaha today. Will be gone all day. Let’s have a picnic by the pond way behind the house. See you around noon. Beth
She’d straightened up the kitchen, cleaned the wine glasses, put the leftover pizza in the fridge, and locked the front door on the way out.
Dean looked at his watch. It was 11:50, and it would take at least ten minutes to walk from the house to the pond, and most of that was uphill. He guessed Beth was already at the pond. Her car was parked in the driveway and he’d parked right behind her, but there was no activity around the house.
Beth was dangling her feet off the low pier. She was wearing cut-offs and a light blue halter-top. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she was already pink from the sun. Dean kissed her right away in hopes any awkwardness might be avoided. Beth kissed him back.
“What time did you leave this morning?” Dean asked.
“Around nine, I guess. I thought all guys wanted the girl to be gone in the morning.”
Dean thought about their last attempt at making love the night before. Once in bed, hair still wet from the shower, Dean and Beth talked for a few minutes. With one finger Dean was absently Dean tracing some design on Beth’s stomach. Soon he arrived at her shaved muff and began to rub. The next thing he knew it was morning.
“I guess I sorta’ passed out on you,” he said.
“You were gone.”
“I blame it on too much baseball, too much wine, and too much you,” he said, and kissed her on the cheek. Beth lifted her head a little and the kiss ended up on her jaw. She held it and his lips stayed glued there.
“Well,” Beth said at last, “there’s no baseball today and I only brought four beers. As for me…” her voice trailed off. “As for me…I’m going for a dip.”
Beth peeled off her shorts and halter. Beneath, her bikini hid nothing. The two-piece was a strip of orange floral material for a top and a neon orange bottom that was little more than a thong in the front, but with enough material to cover her cheeks in the back—well, almost cover her cheeks. She stood up and dove into the pond. When she surfaced and climbed back onto the pier she was glowing and beautiful.
***
Dean opened a second beer when he finished his sandwich. They were sitting on a large blanket held down on the corners by the picnic basket and two sets of shoes. He could feel the sun on his skin even though they were sitting in the shade of one of many trees surrounding the pond. Beth’s hair was out of the ponytail and drying.
“Does anyone else come up here?” Dean asked.
“When my mom was alive she and my dad came up here a lot, but now it’s only me I suppose. My stepmother doesn’t like the outdoors much and so my dad has stopped coming, too.”
“Your own private lake.”
“Well,” Beth laughed. “I wouldn’t call it a lake, but it is private, up here on this hill like it is. When I was a little girl my mom and dad called this place Lake Titicaca, you know, like in South America, that lake that is the highest in the world. I thought they were just saying two bad words. I laughed when I found out there really was such a place. When you are up here you can see someone coming long before they can see you. It’s pretty nice.”
Dean reached across the blanket and rubbed Beth’s knee. She was lying on the blanket with her knees up, legs spread a little.
“Nope,” she went on, “no one else comes up here and if they did we’d hear them long before they could see us.”
Dean smiled to himself, but didn’t move. He sipped at his beer and rubbed her knee, pretending not to be paying attention.
“This is it: my own private lake.”
Nothing.
“Completely to ourselves. I’ve never seen anyone—“
Dean broke out laughing and moved between her legs. Beth wiggled out of her bikini bottoms and pulled off her top. He unzipped his shorts and pushed them to his knees. He maneuvered them off and pulled his shirt over his head. Beth got up on her elbows and watched him fondle his stiff cock.
“Get me wet first,” she said. “Get me wet with your mouth.”
Dean did as he was told. He leaned forward and lapped broadly at her shaved muff. He paused, licked his lips, and dove back in. Beth spread her legs generously to allow him full access. His tongue explored the inside of her pinkness, darting in and out of his mouth, in and out of her cunt. Beth’s clit made itself evident and he sucked at it imagining her sucking his cock. She liked the way Dean looked with his face in her cunt; she loved the way he made her feel. Her head tilted back and she closed her eyes.
Beth felt his lips tug on her clitoris, suck at it, then release. He balanced it on his tongue as if to get a better hold next time. Then it was in his mouth again. His head moved between her legs gently. He lapped sloppily, teasing her it seemed, then pushed his tongue into her again. When he took a breath Beth saw his face was soaking wet with perspiration and pussy juice.
Dean knelt full in front of her, his hard-on in his hand. He leaned forward and balanced himself with both hands on the blanket. Beth reached down and stroked his cock before she guided it into her tight, swollen, shaved pussy.
“Fuck me slow, Dean,” she whispered into his ear. “I can really feel you inside me and it feels good. Just promise me you’ll fuck me slow all day.”
Dean was not going to promise anything. He already wanted to go faster. He felt an immediate tightening in his sac. He looked down and watched his cock slide easily in and out of her vagina. His long strokes were maddening, but incredibly beautiful. He’d pull out until the head was almost out, then slide his unit in as far as it could go, hold there for a minute, then begin the slow pull out. His cock looked so big when it came out, then moved back in.
Soon Beth was bucking and ‘slow’ was out of the question. He licked at her nipples, and then sucked on them. This slowed her for a minute, but then she was bucking again. He lay on top of her and tried to hold her, but she was too strong. She met each thrust with one on her own and then they were fucking like animals. Beth was screaming that she wanted more, harder, faster. Dean was breathing too hard to say anything. He just closed his eyes and fucked her harder than he thought he should.
She gave as good as she took. Her back curved into that arch and she seemed to be pushing down on her pelvis. Her tight twat got tighter and hotter. Dean could feel her juices moistening his crotch. He buried himself as deep as he could go and held her tight.
“I’m going to come. Oh God.”
“I want to watch. Don’t come inside me. Come on me, all over me. Shoot your load all over me. God Dean, come all over me. I want to watch you shoot.”
Dean got straight up on his knees and was stroking his unit above her. Beth slid down between his legs and positioned her breasts and face closer to his pulsing prick. Dean stroked three more times and shot his jizz onto her tits and chin. He stroked and Beth opened her mouth and come found its way there, too. He stroked and she rubbed the white spunk into her pink stomach and tits as she sat up and put her mouth on his prick. She sucked the last of him before letting go.
“I could stay naked with you all day,” Beth said. Dean collapsed on top of her, catching himself, and feeling the strain at his elbows when he lowered himself onto her sticky chest and stomach.
“Me too,” he said.
Beth laughed. “No you couldn’t.”
Dean pushed up. “Never laugh at a naked man with a softening penis.”
Beth looked into his eyes. “I’m just saying that you cannot stay naked for the rest of the day.”
Dean hugged her again. Into Beth’s ear he whispered: “With you I could.”
Dean rolled off Beth and lay face up, feeling the warmth of the sun. They held hands between them, at their respective hips. Two clouds were in the sky and no others. The blue captured his imagination and Dean felt Beth spread her legs a little to accept the sunshine.
He turned a little and said again: “With you I could.”
Beth turned on her side. “I bet,” she said.
“What?”
“I bet you cannot stay naked, no matter what, for the rest of the day.”
Dean’s penis stirred. He loved a challenge. “And if I do?” he asked.
“No matter what!”
Dean nodded. “And if I do?”
“If you do I will grant you one wish—anything at all, and I mean anything. But if you don’t… you grant ME one wish. And I’ll make you pay, believe me. I’ll make you pay.”
“And you’ll be naked the whole day too, right?” Dean asked.
“I didn’t say that.”
“But,” Dean started, “there’s a chance you’ll be naked most of the day, right?”
“I’d say there is a pretty good chance of that, yes.”
“You’re on.”
Beth smiled, Dean laughed, the sun shined, and the trees rustled gently with the first breeze he’d felt all afternoon.
***
Dean sat on the edge of the sunken tub more or less facing away from the girl in the tub. He twisted so he could watch her bathing.
“I never really understood the whole taking-a-bath concept,” he said. “I mean you sit in clean water, I get that part, but as the dirt comes off your body now you are sitting in dirty water. And when you get out, after having been in the dirty water for twenty or thirty minutes, you pretend you are clean.”
“I love taking baths. I usually take bubble baths, but…rub my foot, rub my foot!” Beth’s face was twisted in pain. Dean got off the edge of the tub, and reached for her lifted right leg. “Cramp, cramp.”
“Straighten your toes.”
Her beautiful face returned and her leg relaxed in his grip. Dean kept rubbing, stroking now, and Beth kept letting him.
It was hour five of their naked bet. Aside from feeling a little silly when they were watching TV or a little nervous when they’d walked back to the house from the pond, Dean felt very natural with Beth. He loved the way she walked around with no clothes on. Her pert breasts and hard nipples demanded the freedom her nudity afforded them. He had loved watching her climb out of the pond, lifting herself onto the dock, slowly revealing her body to him as it emerged from the water. The embarrassment that such a simple and beautiful thing gave him an erection caused Dean to jump into the water and swim until he relaxed. Beth knew why he was swimming and thought it was cute. The fear of being spied by a neighbor on the walk back to the house kept his pole flaccid and he hadn’t even thought about his cock since then.
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