All Bets Are Off (Pt. 01)

Literotic asexstories – All Bets Are Off (Pt. 01) by UnquietDreams,UnquietDreams I pulled The Mustang into the driveway –and yes, that was its name — for once not worrying about blocking my parents in. They were going to be up north at Aunt Kathy’s place until Sunday night, so I didn’t have to worry. Kathy lived in the Seattle, where they had fabled things like “culture” and “art” and “decent music clubs.” Our town, however, had more farmer’s markets than your average Hallmark movie, which was at least something…

Coach had called a long practice that day, and I was beat. All I really wanted in life was food and a shower, not in that order. College football, even small college ball, was a lot tougher than it was in high school. We were in a bye week so there was no game on the next day, not that I would make the field on an average Saturday afternoon anyway. At least I made the team after a weird freshman year.

I climbed the curve of concrete stairs to the front door. It opened to a landing that had stairs leading up and down, an old split-level house. It was very 1970s, but I liked it because the place was big. Dad liked it because he got it cheap, and we all loved the pool we put in a few years later.

I started up the stairs and heard my sister, Kaleigh, downstairs. “Mom said to order a pizza,” I yelled down the stairway.

“Okay, I’ll order it. Natalie is staying over. We’re studying for midterms.”

“Fine,” I yelled down, “but none of that vegetarian crap. You order it to feel good, eat half a slice, and then eat the rest of the peperoni. Just order peperoni!”

“Bite me!” she called back. But she was laughing.

My bedroom was by the basement, but we didn’t have a shower down there, so I kept a small drawer of clean clothes in the small upstairs bathroom, which, according to the house rules, was where I was supposed to shower. But as usual when my parents were out of town, I grabbed my stuff and headed to their room to shower. Their shower was huge, and fantastic, like its own room, which I think it was at one time. Glass and dark tile, with two shower heads and other accouterments, it looked like it belonged in a high end spa. Sometimes the most important thing in the world is dumping sufficient hot water over one’s head, and their custom shower was built for it.

Natalie was spending the night, I thought as I started one of the shower heads. That could be interesting. Of course, it wouldn’t be, but still, a thought was free and didn’t get you slapped. She was Kaleigh’s best friend, and they had been inseparable for ten years. And they couldn’t be more different.

Two years younger than me, Kaleigh was cute, with a capital “C.” She had Dad’s red hair hanging past her shoulders, a sprinkling of freckles, blue eyes, pale skin, the whole Irish package. Short, slender, with an athlete’s build — she had done gymnastics for years. But gymnastics has a tendency to take over not just a gymnast’s life but the whole family’s as well, so she had transitioned to softball, weights and yoga. She made the Tallmore College softball team her first year. If you were casting a cute “girl next door” type, my sister would be the one you chose.

Natalie was almost her opposite. She was a Playmate waiting for the paint to dry. A mass of dark curls down her back. Dark eyes with full lashes. And a lush body, a woman’s body. Long legs, full ass, and boobs, oh her boobs. I am not a tit man. Not that I don’t like them, I love them, along with every part of a woman. But unlike some guys, they are not my obsession. My obsession? Belly buttons. It was bad enough that I had to quit my job as a lifeguard at the local pool a summer ago as I couldn’t stand up. But even so, Natalie’s chest was a wonder. “Spathic,” to use a word from my Geology class. I remembered her hanging around in our pool last year, in a one-piece that was a little too small. Remembered the way it cupped her breasts, her labia, remembered the dark pussy hair peeking out around the cloth. I imagined the way her nipples looked as she peeled out of it…

Looking down, I verified I was hard as a rock. It has been a couple months since I broke up with Sally, and it had been a dry period. I squirted a couple shots of my mom’s conditioner into my hand and started stroking. I closed my eyes and imagined Natalie’s full lips wrapped around by cock, sucking deep into her beautiful mouth. I reached down and pulled the straps of her suit over her shoulders and down, freeing her beautiful chest. In my imagination her nipples were large and pink, and she gasped as I pulled my cock out of her mouth and drove it between her huge tits. I leaned my head against the shower wall as I exploded, shooting cum onto her throat, splashing onto her beautiful face. I groaned as I jerked myself off. Shaking a moment, I resumed washing myself as my cock deflated, then cleaned up. And that was as close as I would ever get with her, I thought to myself with a laugh. She was so far out of my league we may have well have been playing different sports.

In a clean pair of sweats and an old concert tee, I was coming back down when my phone let me know the delivery guy was here. Kaleigh had paid and added a tip beforehand, which meant the pizza got to us hot. We always tip well with Dad’s card. I grabbed the box, thanked the driver and headed down stairs. “Pizza’s here,” I called.

“Great,” I heard from my sister. “Grab me a beer.”

I swung through the daylight basement that went out to the pool area. I pulled some cans and a box from the mini-fridge in the corner before heading into what we just called the basement, regardless that it was technically all a basement, and the original seller probably called it a “rumpus room.” On our ridiculously long couch sat the two girls. In front of them was a coffee table covered in textbooks, notebooks, a pile of flash cards, and two laptops, both open. A couple dead Monster cans lay on the floor.

Natalie hopped up to move some textbooks books over to the bar in the corner of the room, which was dry as a Utah Saturday night and covered in old junk. It had been a while since the parents had entertained down here. I thanked her and put down the pizza box along with some paper plates, napkins and packs of pepper flakes that came with it. I have yet to know anyone who added pepper flakes, but there was always a first time.

“Beer me,” said Kaleigh, still reading from a textbook. I tossed her her beverage and she caught it without looking up. She looked up at me with a pained expression. “Really. A juice box?”

I nodded sagely as I handed a laughing Natalie a can of Coke. “Really. One, you are too young. Two you are in training. Three, you hate beer.”

“Natalie is almost old enough,” she said, but she still took the can of soda I offered her as well..

“‘Almost nineteen’ is not ‘almost old enough” to drink. Hell, I’m not old enough to drink.'”

“And I’m almost nineteen too,” Kaleigh said in an indignant voice.

“Five months away is not ‘almost’ either, pixie girl.” I sat down and offered the girls a slice from the box. Peperoni, and not a vegetable to be seen. “Drink your juice box.”

She sat down and stuck her tongue out at me. “If we were in Canada, I would be old enough.”

I laughed. “We are not driving to Canada to get you a beer, and, I repeat, you don’t like beer.”

She pouted as she took a pull from her Coke. “Maybe I would like Canadian beer,” she said morosely, then grinned.

Kaleigh was wearing blue basketball shorts that hung to her knees in a white softball t-shirt. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and hung down her back. Natalie was in a pair of jeans and a dark blouse, opened up enough to show a bit of cleavage, and her mass of hair was hanging loose down over her chest and back. All told it was a pretty normal vibe for the three of us.

I was on one end of the long couch, with Natalie at the other, and Kaleigh in a chair beside Nat. The pizza covered the coffee table. We were talking school, gossip, movies, and bets. The two of them were always betting each other, mostly about stupid stuff and grades, and they had a ledger with a running tally. Currently Kaleigh was ahead of Natalie to the tune of $80. No actual money ever changed hands, but a dollar was sexier than a point tally, I suppose.

I asked what their plans were for the night. They exchanged glances. “Les brains are fried, from French,” said my sister, and Natalie laughed. “We are taking a break before digging into Early Italian Renaissance History.” Both girls made gagging noises and rolled their eyes. “Do you need to go study?” she asked.

“Nope,” I said, using a napkin to pat the oil from another slice. “I’ve got it down.” I looked at them sagely. “Cramming only works if you don’t know that material.” I dodged used napkins. “I either know it or I don’t, and cramming just shoves out stuff I know for new stuff, at least for me.”

Since it was their first term, they were taking the classes very seriously, but either of them were smarter and I was. I should have been a junior, but I’d ended up taking part of my freshman year off to help Dad when his business had had a setback, and that kept me a sophomore. It had hurt football a bit, but it wasn’t as if the SEC was waiting for me to transfer.

“Want to watch a movie?” Kaleigh asked.

“How about a zombie flick?” I asked. “Since, you know, brains?” I said “brains” in an exaggerated groan. The thought of Natalie ducking into my arms may have crossed my mind.

Natalie threw a pillow at me. “Goofball. No, something stupid and light.” She grabbed the remote and started scrolling. I sat there and thought about how her shirt hugged her tits.

Dammit, I said to myself, you just jerked off. Settle down.

I think Kaleigh caught me looking, but she just smirked. Natalie found something and we all sat back to watch. It was some rom-com, but more com than rom, so I didn’t hate it. I glanced over at Natalie, and…

Wait, did she have another button undone on her blouse?

You, sir, are imagining things, I thought, and tried to focus on the movie.

Within a few minutes I looked over at her again. Now I know I was right. She had three buttons undone, and I could now see her lacy black bra on one side, a smooth expanse of skin, and the dark valley between.

Holy shit! Had I fallen asleep? Was I dreaming again? I felt my cock move, which wasn’t definitive one way or the other.

I looked over at Kaleigh, but she was studiously involved with the movie. I looked back at Natalie and directly into her dark eyes. She was smiling at me, and took one of her full lips between her teeth. She reached up and slid her fingers into her bra cup, and gave the firm flesh a squeeze. Then she put her hand back to her side and turned again to the movie.

Yep, I decided, I am asleep. I am going to have a wet dream thinking about Natalie seducing me, and I will never ever live it down and have to move and become a monk. I slapped myself. Twice.

The girls were both looking at me. “Everything alright over there?” Natalie asked.

“Yeah, sorry, just thought I was falling asleep.” I was definitely not asleep, and my cheek hurt.

“I’m bored too,” Natalie said. I looked, for science, and yes, three buttons on her shirt were still undone. “Want to play ‘truth or dare’?”

Yes! yelled the inside of my head.

“No,” said Kaleigh.

“Why not?” Natalie asked.

“Because we aren’t fifteen, and I don’t want to end up running around the house naked or kissing my best friend. I know how these end up.”

I stood up. “You figure out what you want to do, I’m going to go grab some water. Anyone want?”

They both did, and continued talking as I walked out. I ran down to my bathroom first and brushed my teeth, because I wasn’t a boy scout, but I wanted to be prepared. Then I ran to the fridge, grabbed three waters, and headed back to the basement door.

“No, because it is stupid,” I heard Kaleigh say. “You are an adult. Theoretically. If you want to kiss my brother, kiss my brother.”

I backed up three steps from the door, but no further revelations came. After putting on a calm face, I walked back as if I hadn’t heard anything.

“Here you go,” I said, tossing the plastic bottles. “What’s the plan?”

“No plan,” said Kaleigh. “We are watching the movie.”

“Works for me,” I said, drinking deeply of the water. Dammit, I grumbled in my mind.

Ten minutes later, I looked over at Natalie, figuring she would either be completely nude, or dressed again. Instead she was still partially undone, and looking directly at me again “Anyone ever told you that you’re cute?” she asked.

Kaleigh snorted. “That sounded like a quote from the movie.”

Natalie stuck her tongue out at her best friend. Then she stood up, walked down the couch, and sat right next to me. “Put your arm around me,” she said.

The “Why?” just rolled out of my mouth, and my brain wanted to punch it.

She looked at me like I was an idiot. “Because I’m cold,” she said.

I did so, more or less, putting my hand on the couch back rather than her shoulder.

She rolled her head to look at me like I was an idiot. Again. Then she put her fingers in my hair and brought her mouth to mine. I was so surprised that I didn’t kiss her back at first. Her mouth was as warm and soft as I imagined, and after a few kisses, my tongue found hers. I put one hand into the soft mass of dark hair at the back of her head, and the other at her waist. We kissed for a few minutes before she broke off to turn to my sister, whom, I will fully admit, I had completely forgotten about.

“You okay with this?” Natalie asked her.

“Yeah, whatever,” Kaleigh said. “It’s fine.” She sounded a little annoyed and bored herself as she stood up from the chair and headed out of the room. I was about to stop her, hard as it would have been, to go back to watching the movie, because even with that rush of lust that was hitting me, I knew this was rude. But Natalie turned back to me with that mouth, and that was about all of that.

We kissed for several minutes while it sank in that this wasn’t a “get to know you” make out session. Partly because we had known each other for ten years, but partly because Natalie leaned over and grabbed my hard cock through my sweats and started to stroke it.

I groaned against her mouth and ran my hands across her stomach. I could feel the muscles under the soft, yielding flesh and I slid my hands under her shirt and over her bra. She grabbed my hands for a moment, stilling them, and pulled away.

“I have an idea,” she said, as she unbuttoned the last few buttons and drew off the blouse. She looked amazing in her lacy black bra and blue jeans, looking at me under heavy lids. She picked up one of my hands and placed it on her breast, squeezing my fingers around her. It was everything I had imagined, heaven in my hand. I continued to gently massage as I leaned my face forward and kissed the exposed skin around the bra cup. It was like warm silk under my lips. She tossed her head back as I ran my tongue between her breasts. I found out what angels tasted like. I heard her breath catch as I ran my tongue toward the bra cup.

She pushed back against me. “I said, ‘I have an idea,'” she repeated, with a wanton smile. “Trust me?” I couldn’t speak, only nod. She smiled even more. “Then trust me.”

First, she pulled out a hair tie and pulled her hair back into a thick ponytail. My eyes never left her tits. She laughed at that, and took the blouse, wrapped it around my head covering my eyes and nose, but leaving my mouth free. I felt her take the arms and wrap them round my head, then tie them together. The blouse was thick, and I couldn’t see a blessed thing. “Are you okay,” she whispered into my ear, which was only partially covered.

“Yes,” I said, and my voice cracked. She laughed into my ear and bit the lobe. I felt her lift my shirt up, and I helped her slide it over my arms. I heard a little noise of approval as I leaned back into the couch. I smiled under my blindfold. Years of hard work and sweat were suddenly worth it for that little noise alone.

She started at my throat and kissed down my chest. I felt her lips over my still thundering heart. Then I gasped as she sucked my nipple between her lips. Moving back to my ear she laughed. “There, I got to do it first,” she teased. “What, did you think I didn’t notice? You have been staring at my tits for years. Did you think my swimsuit was an accident?” She started kissing down my torso again as I pondered that. “I wanted to do this last year, but you would have thought I was too young.”

True, I thought, and she would have been. Graduation had changed a lot of things.

“But it didn’t stop you from looking at my pretty little boobies, did it?”

“Or your ass,” I added. “Your ass looked fantastic in that suit.”

She laughed again, and I felt her slide off of my body. Her fingers were at the waist of my sweatpants, and my boxers. “Speaking off asses, lift yours up.”

I did as told, and she quickly pulled both off me, lifting my legs to pull them through. I sat there for a moment, naked except for the blindfold. I felt the cool air on my skin, and I was achingly hard. I felt her take each of my hands and slide them under my naked ass.

“Don’t move them,” she said. “Promise?”

I nodded, not daring to speak.

I sat, silent, and was struck with the sudden fear that she was going to yell “surprise” and take my picture and run off or something. But just as I was about to do…something, I felt her warm, soft wet lips wrap around the head of my cock. I threw my head back and groaned in ecstasy. She laughed, and I knew it because I felt the burst of air from her nose. Slowly — so fucking slowly — she slid her mouth down my hard shaft, then back up, then further down, taking my dick deeper and deeper into her sweet mouth. After a few moments, she had a good amount of my cock in her mouth and began to find a good rhythm of strokes.

“Oh, god,” I breathed. She continued to blow me, stopping every once in a while to run her soft tongue around the head of my cock.

I wasn’t a virgin — hadn’t been for a bit. I had been with several girls over my high school years and into college. My latest ex, Sally Walters, had been truly talented at sucking cock. She had in fact sucked several different ones while we’d dated, which was why she was my ex. But with the build up, the kink of the mask, and the fact that this was my little sister’s beautiful best friend, this was without a doubt the best blow job I had ever received. I was so glad I had jerked off in the shower or I would have shot off immediately. As it was, I was running multiplication tables in my head to keep under control.

She pulled her mouth off with an audible pop, but kept stroking my shaft with her hand. Then she pushed my legs further apart and I felt her mouth on my scrotum, something Sally Walters had refused to do, so fuck her. Natalie cupped my balls in her hand and licked the sack, then kissing, then licking again. Her tongue was licking up my shaft before her amazing mouth enfolded the head of my cock. Sucking tightly to the head, she ran her tongue around and around. I threw my head back against the couch again. It took all I had to not reach up and grab her head, but I promised. I whispered the first thing I could think of. “God, I want to fuck you.”

She stopped, pulled her mouth off my cock. “Say it again,” she whispered, so soft that I felt it against my skin as much as I heard it. “Please, say it again.”

Slowly, enunciating clearly I said “I want to fuck you. Now. Hard. There is nothing I have ever wanted as much as fucking you.”

I felt her slowly wrap her lips around me again. Then, just as slowly, she slid down until she had fit as much of me into her mouth. Then she moved her head and swallowed, and I felt the head of my cock slide into her throat. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. She kept going until I felt her nose against my pubic hair.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed as she slid back up, then slid all of my cock into her mouth and throat.

“That is absolutely the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life,” I heard Natalie say, from my right.

Natalie.

From my right.

The mouth on my cock continued to slowly blow me as I reached up and pulled the blouse from my head. Natalie was sitting at the end of the couch. Her jeans and matching black panties were down around her ankles, and her legs were spread wide. Her middle and index fingers were two knuckles deep into her creamy pussy, and her other hand was squeezing her nipple through her bra.

Then I looked down at the dark red pony tail in my lap. It stopped moving, and I felt my cock slide free. Kaleigh slowly looked up at me with huge, bright eyes. “Don’t say a thing,” my little sister said quietly. “Just, don’t say anything.” Then she impaled her face on my cock.

I froze. I couldn’t breathe. My heart was trying to beat out of my chest. Thoughts screamed through my mind. She was my sister, my little baby sister! I can’t! Was I dreaming? I have to stop this. I have to. Don’t I?

I reached down and gently put my hands on either side of her head and pulled her off. She struggled a bit, as if she didn’t want to stop, but then she let me pull her up. She looked me deep in the eyes, hers filled with defiance and terror. I realized how vulnerable she was. I was nude, and she fully dressed, but she was the one who was truly naked. With a warm crawl over my whole being, it hammered into me how much I loved her, and would never want to hurt her.

“John,” she started, but I silenced her with my mouth. The kiss was hard, and hungry, and I knew I was tasting my own cock on her tongue, but I didn’t care. I grabbed her hard, pulling her lithe body against me. We kissed like that for several minutes, then I pulled her away. I held her, looking again into her deep blue eyes with almost violent intensity. Then, with my hands back on the sides of her head, I pushed my beautiful little sister ever so slowly back down until my hard cock slid back into her mouth.

I sat there watching her ponytail sway back and forth as she enthusiastically sucked her brother’s cock. Fuck multiplication tables, I was running through primes to keep from exploding in her sweet mouth. I slid my head over a little, so I could watch my cock slide through her lips.

Dear god, this was such a beautiful sight. I reached down to still her head. She made some disappointed noise within her mouth, which felt amazing, but allowed me to hold her head still. Sliding my fingers into her hair, I took a firm hold, then slowly began to pump my hips up. “Do you like that?” I whispered. “Do you like having your brother fuck your mouth?”

She pulled off and nodded enthusiastically, not saying anything, then opened her mouth to for a slow, soft face fuck. This transcended amazing, even better than when I was blindfolded. Not only did I love fucking a girl’s mouth — and I did — but it allowed me more control and less a chance for an early end to heaven.

I slowly stood, not sliding from her mouth, moving her around so her back was against the base of the couch. I stepped over to straddle her, and fucked her mouth in earnest. I held her head still in both hands as I pushed in as deep as I could, feeling her throat open up to me once again, and my balls were bouncing against her chin. I had to stop a couple times when she choked, but after each one she slipped me back into her throat again. I closed my eyes for a few seconds to savor the sensation, but realized I wanted to watch every moment. I opened them again and gazed in wonder as her beautiful lips gripped at my shaft as I drew back, then opened slightly to allow me to slide back into her mouth, into her throat. The warmth of my little sister’s throat around my cock.

That thought almost put me over the top, so I looked over at Natalie to distract me. As she no longer needed to say silent, she was moaning low as she fucked her pussy with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. She had tossed the jeans, but kept the panties on one leg, something I found sexy as fuck. She still had her bra on, so despite living out this perverted fantasy, I still hadn’t seen her tits. She looked at me, pulled her cream covered fingers from pussy, slowly slid them into her own mouth, and sucked them clean. That succeeded in pushing me over the top. Note to self – looking at Natalie for a distraction was a dumb idea.

“Oh Kaleigh, I am coming,” I yelled, pulling out of her mouth. She grabbed my cock and closed her eyes. I held it in front of her nose as she jerked me. She wanted a facial, and that made the orgasm rush that much faster. I felt it start from my feet and head, then rush to my balls. I exploded, harder than I ever had before, and cum splashed against her face. Long ropy jets, as if I hadn’t just jerked off, coating her nose, her cheeks, her chin, dripping onto her clothes. “Such a sexy fucking girl,” I yelled as I shot. “So fucking hot. So fucking hot!”

“Oh, so much cum,” Natalie said, suddenly beside me, and she popped the head of my dick into her mouth, sucking it from me. Kaleigh opened her eyes and laughed. Still sucking me, Nat ran her fingers through the cum on my sweet sister’s face. “Open,” she said, and to my surprise, Kaleigh did. Natalie slipped her fingers into my sister’s mouth, who sucked them clean. “See? Not so bad.”

“No,” said Kaleigh, “not bad at all.” Then she used her own fingers to scrape my cum into her mouth.

Laughing, Natalie started licking her face, then they were kissing, deeply. It was beyond anything I had ever dreamed, much less seen. I collapsed back onto the couch, not daring to say anything, afraid to break the spell. Natalie began to undress my little sister, first slipping off the stained shirt, then her blue shorts. They were kissing and caressing with casual familiarity. Finally my sister stood, wearing a pair of blue bikini briefs and a sports bra over her small breasts. She had a towel that she ran over her face, but it didn’t seem to help much. “I’m going to go wash up,” she said, running a finger over her cheek again. She tossed Natalie the towel. “You two can carry on.” She turned, and for the first time I looked at my sister with lust, amazed at the way her ass moved under those tight panties. Her cheeks were muscular and still softly curved, and why had I never noticed the dimple over each one?

Natalie laughed at my gaze, then threw the towel over my lap and straddled me. “Just being careful,” she said, squeezing her knees together. Then she grinned at me. “Oh fine, you have waited so patiently,” she said. With a dexterity only women have and I have never understood, she reached back around and undid her bra, drawing it off slowly.

Her breasts were spectacular. Full, heavy, and with thicker, darker nipples than I had imagined. Cupping her hand under one, she leaned forward and popped a nipple into my mouth. She slid a hand behind my head to direct me as I sucked and licked the thick flesh. She made a sound deep in her throat, and began to grind my cock through the towel. “Oh, you are good at that,” she murmured. “You know, we have been planning this for a long time.” she said.

One of my hands found her ass and the other her clit. “God, yes, do that,” she said. “Your sister has wanted your cock for a long time.” She hissed in surprise as I nipped her breast, but didn’t pull away. “Your curtains don’t come completely closed. I can’t tell you how many times we have stood at that window. She watches you jack off, and I eat her hot little pussy out.”

The “You’re a lesbian?” just rolled out of my mouth, and my brain wanted to punch it.

She laughed at my question and pushed her other tit into my mouth. I closed my teeth on the thick nipple. “Oh, yeah! Bite it a little,” she said and moaned as my fingers stroked up and down the cleft of her ass. “Oh, not really. Not a lesbian, I mean. Yeah, keep doing that. I fuck girls. I fuck boys. I want to fuck everybody. Everything.” She was pushing more of her tit into my mouth as my fingers found her clit again, and I made a “v” while stroking either side of it. She ground hard against my hand.

“Everything,” she repeated. “I have a list,” her voice lowered to a whisper. “I want to fuck a dragon, maybe a mermaid. I want to fuck the manual shifter in your car. Did you know I fingered myself watching you shift when you drove back from the beach one time? It was so hot. Had to keep my hand over my mouth the whole way home.” She threw her head back. “I want to fuck the football team. All at once. I want to fuck the softball team. I want to fuck strangers. Professors. I want them in my mouth. Buried in me. Between my tits.” She groaned a bit as I continued to stroke between her thighs. “Ah, Miss Philips, the librarian! Oh, want to fuck Miss Philips.” I got that. I wanted to fuck Miss Philips too. “I want to eat your mom. I want to fuck your dad.”

She leaned close and whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck my dad.” She gasped again, grinding harder still. “It’s all a joke…mostly. I won’t, not really. Not most of them. But I think about it when I fuck myself. And when I fuck your sister.

My cock throbbed.

She laughed. “Oh, I felt that.”

I smiled, then pulled on her left arm and pushed on her right, toppling her onto the couch. As I rolled on top of her the only thing between us was the towel. “I can smell you, all of you,” I said, lowering my mouth to her throat. As I kissed the smooth skin, I grabbed her hand. I levered myself back up, took the two fingers she had been fucking herself with, and slipped them between my lips. I sucked them as I looked deep into her dark eyes. Extracting them, I bent and kissed her, hard, hot. My emotions were all over the place, and my heart was still hammering like I was running wind sprints. But that kiss was deep, and it was important. I kissed down her face, down her throat, between her beautiful breasts. I put my hand on her left boob and lifted it, kissing down along it. Remembering my old girlfriend Tasha, I found the place where her breast rose from her torso and ran my tongue along it. I felt Natalie shiver, so I kissed that spot, then sucked her flesh into my mouth, not so hard as to raise a hickey, but with a bit of force. She gasped and put her hand on my head. I smiled as I continued to kiss down her torso. Natasha had loved that same spot.

Her skin smelled so good, a bit of perfume, soap, and woman. Her arousal, it was intoxicating. She wasn’t fat, you couldn’t even call her plump, but she was far softer than the lines of muscle on Kaleigh’s stomach. “Lush,” was what I had called her earlier. That was it she was, lush, luscious. In my nose, on my lips, beneath my tongue, warm, sweet, luscious.

I kissed and nibbled my way down her torso, licking around the cup of her navel, sliding my tongue into it. She had a beautiful belly button, and I worshiped it before kissing further down. The towel was still across her hips, and I took the left corner and moved it down maybe an inch, kissing her now exposed hips. Then I moved to the right side with another inch and a lick. I could hear her ragged breathing as I teased the towel down a kiss on one side, then the other, then the middle. The previous year at the pool, as far as I could see through her tight swimsuit, her bush had been untrimmed. There in the basement I pulled back the towel to the top of a small, neat landing strip. I kissed and licked along the top as I pulled the towel in toward the center, still covering most of her. I kissed across from her hip, making lazy patterns between her thigh and the towel. I felt Natalie shiver as I sucked on her skin, then moved to the other side and kissed and licked randomly there. I slid the towel slightly lower and in, until it was barely covering her pussy. I ran my tongue down the center of her landing strip, then took a few hairs in my fingers and lightly pulled on them. Nat gasped and bucked her hips, and I smiled as I kissed her again. I slowly slid the towel and dropped it to the floor.

Natalie’s pussy was beautiful. Her inner lips, darker than her skin, protruded slightly, like flower petals. I slid my arms under her thighs, spreading them and she opened like a blossom. She was already wet, and the smell of her arousal was heady perfume. “You are so beautiful,” I said quietly. I lifted my head, to look into her eyes. “Absolutely beautiful.”

I ran my tongue along the soft, sensitive skin between her thigh and outer lips, and she made delightful noises. I did the same on the other side, then kissed randomly around her thighs, her groin, and above and around, never contacting her core. I put my right hand on her, over her pubic bone and began to stroke my thumb in little circles on the highest point of her clit’s hood — not too much pressure, just constant. She shivered again, and I dipped down to run my tongue slowly — so very slowly — up one lip, bottom to top, then start the journey on the other. My tongue found its way between them, licking up both together. She tasted so good.

I started at the bottom and licked up again, penetrating deeper into her. I moved my hand down so I was gently circling on her hooded clit. I kissed each thigh, then started licking both lips in long, slow strokes. As I did so I closed two fingers on her hood, and started so slowly stroke it back and forth. I heard her breathing change as I slipped my tongue as deeply as I could into her, and started to tongue fuck her. I looked up and saw she had slipped a pillow under her shoulders so she could watch what I was doing. Her eyes were half-closed and she was stroking the side of her face. I moved up and put my pursed lips directly on her clit, still covered, and planted my nose on her pubic bone. I licked her clit with the tip of my tongue, making small circles. There are people who claim that writing your name on a woman’s clitoris with your mouth is the secret to good oral sex. Tasha had disabused me of that notion. I stayed with the clockwise circles for a while, then tried up and down, then counter clockwise and side to side, listening and feeling to what she responded best to and repeating it. Finally, I wrapped my lips around her little clit and started gently sucking, and she grabbed my hair and pressed me harder onto her pussy, arching her back hard. As she did, I slid the tips of my middle and ring fingers up and down her pussy lips.

“Dear god, yes,” she said, “put ’em in me.”

I slowly slipped into her hot, wet depths, fucking in and out as she started to shake. “Oh fuck, I’m coming!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, clamped her hands on the back of my head, closed her thighs against me and quaked, curling her toes and making amazing little sounds.

When she relaxed I levered myself up to look her in her half closed eyes. My face was coated in her juices. I wiped my finger across my cheek and sucked it clean, just as she had done before, before picking up the discarded towel and using it.

“Oh Johnny-boy, you can do that forever if you want.”

I responded by kissing her on the clit.

“Shit,” she gasped. “You know I’m going to fuck you until you break, right?” She looked over her shoulder. “But not right now. Not yet.”

I sat up and turned to where she was looking. Kaleigh stood in the center of the room. She had washed her face, removing what little makeup she had on. She stood in her underwear, maybe a kiss over five feet tall in bare feet, with her hands together below her waist, eyes down, and a little shy. She looked vulnerable, beautiful, and younger than her eighteen years. I stood up slowly, wrapping the towel around my waist, and walked over to her. Putting my finger under her chin, I tilted her head up, looked her deep in the eyes, and leaned in to kiss her.

It was a small, gentle kiss. Her mouth was soft against mine as our lips moved together. Her arms moved up around my neck, mine around her slender waist. I could feel the heat and the taut muscles against my stomach. Then, as if a fire had burst between us, she opened my lips with hers and slid her tongue into my mouth. My hands slid up her smooth skin until I took the sports bra in my hand and raised it. We broke off kissing in order to pull it completely off, and then her small breasts, nipples tight and hard, pressed against my chest. I reached up and held her face, looking into her eyes again, then kissed my way across her cheek, nipping her ear lobe, then down — down her throat, over her collar bone, down further, over the longer spray of freckles on her chest. I had teased her about them when we were kids. Now I teased her with them.

“I’m sorry they’re so small,” she started, but I put my hand over her mouth as I sucked her beautiful breast. My lips found her hard nipple, bringing forth a gasp. My hand took the place of my mouth as I kissed and nibbled my way across to the other nipple, which I sucked long and hard. Then I stood straight again. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” I said. I slowly slid to my knees, kissing down her body. Her muscles were taut, smooth, and beautiful — a dancer’s body, an athlete’s body — and I worshiped it with my mouth, kissing and tracing the lines of her with my tongue.

I kept kissing down until I was even with her blue panties. I could see they were already soaked through, and smell the perfume of her arousal. Slipping my thumbs up through the leg holes from below, I slowly slid them down. He pubic hair was a beautiful candyfloss of silky red, and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my face back and forth against it. I pulled the panties off one leg, then the other, and slid my hands up her strong legs as I kissed here and there around her hips and pussy hair. I ran my hands up to cup her ass, squeezing. Impressed, I leaned back slightly to look her in the eyes. “Damn, you never skip squat day, do you?”

She laughed, and as she did I licked her pussy lips. The laugh turned into a gasp. I used my chin to spread her legs, then slid my tongue between her lips, kissing and licking upward. She was soaked, and tasted salty and musky and like wine on my mouth. “You are delicious,” I said, before kissing my way to her clit.

She grabbed the back of my head as I licked the little man in the bow of the boat. I loved eating a woman out — absolutely loved it. I slid my hands from her ass to help spread her lips, and went from licking slow, tight circles around her clit to sliding my tongue into her pussy as far as I could, tongue fucking her. Then back to her clit, kissing, licking, sucking, before licking down her pussy lips. When I started licking her perineum, her knees started bucking. I helped her down to the couch, then knelt between her knees. Looking her in the eyes, I kissed my way up the inside of her thighs before burying my nose in the beautiful hair over her pussy. My tongue found its way to her clit again — back to circles and strokes. Her hands were in my hair, urging me on, directing me where she wanted my mouth. She pulled her legs up over my shoulders. When Kaleigh began to almost growl, I knew I was where I was supposed to be. I didn’t get to try the finger fuck thing as she began to shake. I saw her reach over and pull Natalie into a kiss before pushing her face down to her small tits. She screamed as she came, and I felt such a flood of love, knowing I had done this for her. She pulled me up and held me tight, her body shuddering from time to time as her orgasm rolled over her. As she stilled, she looked up at me.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you,” I said back, and knew I meant it on many levels.

She looked at me, seriously. “I know you thought you were saying that to Nat,” she started, then paused. “Will you say it to me?”

I was puzzled for a moment, then it hit me. “There is nothing more I want,” I said, “than to fuck you.”