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  I smiled. “That’s so sweet. You ready for the next step?”

  “What’s that?”

  “You’ll see,” I said mysteriously.

  “Now that’s just cruel. I’m going to be wondering about it all day. Give me a hint.”

  I thought about it for a moment, then stepped close to him. “Kiss me.”

  I didn’t have to ask him twice, and he leaned down and placed his hand at the small of my back, pulling me close as our lips met. I opened my lips and teased with my tongue, enticing his to come out and play. When it did, I sucked it between my lips, nibbling slightly and moving my head, as if I was sucking a miniature cock. After a few seconds I pulled back and grinned.

  He stared at me, not getting it. “What?”

  “That was your hint.”

  “How was that a hint?”

  “Think about it.”

  His lips pooched out and a look of concentration came over him, as he worked on the puzzle. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. “I got it!”

  I smiled and licked my lips. “I can’t wait.”

  “You can’t wait? Look at me.” He pointed down at his crotch, where his pants tented out into a large bulge.

  I giggled. “Yours may be more visible, but trust me, I’m just as horny as you are.”

  Right on cue, Blaze whinnied loudly, and we both broke up laughing.

  Chapter 15

  Jamie and I decided to spend our lunchtime down at the pond again, and when Lauren handed me the picnic basket, she said, “Robert made a trip to the feed store, and your mother and I are running to the grocery, so you two will have the place to yourselves for a couple of hours.”

  Our eyes met for a brief moment, and an understanding passed between us.

  “Thanks,” I said, taking the basket from her.

  “Have fun,” Mom said, and I looked at her closely, wondering if she was in on it. I decided she wasn’t – either that or she was real good at hiding it.

  I took the basket outside to where Jamie was waiting. We walked down to the pond, and when we entered the woods, he took hold of my hand. It seemed so natural, and I felt the warmth of happiness settle in my stomach just from his touch.

  When we got to the water, I set the basket down and sat next to it. Jamie immediately stripped down to his swimming trunks and said, “Do you want to go swimming first?”

  I looked at him blankly. “I didn’t wear my bathing suit underneath.”

  “Why not?”

  “I told you, I’m not swimming with any snakes.”

  He grinned. “Come on, you were just fine with swimming in there yesterday.”

  “That’s because I didn’t know there were snakes.”

  “I told you I saw a few in here. And by few, I meant two. Heck, we’ve had more snakes in our house than that.”

  “What?”

  “They’re harmless black snakes.”

  “Great, now I’m not going to be able to sleep.”

  He held out his hand. “Come on, I’ll protect you. Don’t you trust me?”

  “Of course I trust you. But–”

  “Kristen.”

  I took hold of his hand and he pulled me to my feet. “I don’t have my suit on.”

  He smiled. “So?” He took hold of the bottom hem of my T-shirt, and began pulling upwards. I lifted my arms and allowed him to pull it off, leaving my breasts covered with just my lacy white bra. His hands then moved to the button of my shorts, popping it open. As he tugged the zipper down, I kicked out of my tennis shoes, and then I felt my shorts sliding down my legs, revealing my pink nylon panties.

  He took a step back and looked at me, and I could see his cock beginning to swell inside his trunks.

  “That’s even better than your swimsuit,” he said, his grin spreading from ear to ear. He stepped close again and placed his hands on my hips, pulling me to him. I tilted my head up, and he leaned down, and our lips met in a soft kiss. Our tongues intertwined as I felt his cock rise to full hardness against my tummy.

  His hands slid down my back and cupped my ass cheeks, and I felt myself being lifted until our lips were at the same level. I slid my legs around his waist and locked on, as my arms did the same to his neck. Keeping our kiss intact, he turned and walked into the water.

  Snakes were the furthest thing from my mind as the water slowly came up around us. Instead, I was focused on how good his hard cock felt as it pressed against the stretched-tight nylon covering my pussy. Only two layers of thin cloth separated us, and I used the strength of my legs to grind against him.

  I groaned into his mouth as my fingers combed up into his hair, holding his lips against mine. My nipples were hard as pebbles, pressing through the see-through material of my bra, and rubbing against his chest.

  His strong hands squeezed my ass and kneaded the soft flesh as he pressed me against his stiff shaft. Our breath mingled and increased in intensity, signifying our growing passion.

  I was in heaven, being held in this strong man’s arms. There was no place else I wanted to be than right here, alone with Jamie. I felt safe and secure, knowing I belonged to him.

  Finally, our kiss ended and we pulled back to look into each other’s eyes. “I just can’t get enough of you,” he said, causing me to smile wide.

  “I feel the same way.”

  “I can’t wait until we’re alone again tonight.”

  I was confused. “Jamie, we’re alone right now.”

  “Yeah, but our mothers could show up like they did yesterday.”

  I smiled. “I forgot to tell you, they went grocery shopping. And your dad is at the feed store. It’s just you and me.”

  He smiled as his eyes widened. “Really?”

  I nodded. “Now, we can still meet at midnight, but you’re not leaving here until I get my hands on that beautiful cock again.”

  He laughed. “That’s great! I was thinking it was going to be another long afternoon.”

  I slid my hand down between us, gripping his dick possessively. “We only have two hours. Let’s get out of the water and get this party started.”

  He did as I asked, carrying me to the shore and then bending down to lay me on the grass. Following me down, he kissed me again, pressing our bodies together. I enjoyed the feeling of his weight on me, and the slick, warm feeling of our wet skin sliding together.

  His hand cupped my breast through my bra, squeezing it gently and then pinching the stiff nipple. I moaned into his mouth and slid one leg up around him, pressing my mound up against his swollen hardness. Encouraged, his hand slipped around to my back, and I felt him working on the clasp of my bra.

  I allowed him a few moments of futile attempts, then grinned, reached back, and slid the clasp apart. He smiled as my bra loosened, then pulled it off my shoulders and arms.

  His eyes drank in my naked breasts, and I felt a surge of desire just from his hungry gaze. To my surprise, he leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth.

  “Ooooh,” I breathed, as I felt his saliva coating my tender skin, and his tongue flicking over the engorged, bumpy flesh. Once again, I was surprised that such a masculine and rough man could have such a gentle touch.

  After a minute, he switched to the other, leaving the first to stiffen further from the cool evaporation of the air. My pussy was soaked, and I could feel my inner slickness seeping out into my already wet panties.

  He leaned up again, and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear. I lifted my hips to assist him, and he pulled them down onto my thighs, where I brought my knees up and together to allow him to slide them all the way off.

  I let my legs fall apart, spreading my thighs to give him a clear view of my intimate flesh. He had already seen and touched me, but that had been in the dim light of his room. Here, out in the dappled sunshine of the day, there was nothing left to his imagination.

  I felt a wet bubble of pleasure burst within me as I watched his eyes soak up the vision in front of him. I’d had guys look at me in l
ust before, but none of them matched the burning intensity of Jamie’s gaze at that moment.

  “Like what you see?” I asked with a soft smile.

  “Oh god, you’re so beautiful.”

  “You’ve made me so wet. Do you want to feel?”

  He reached down and grazed his hand over my slightly spread lips, causing me to twitch and let out a soft gasp. I felt his fingers slip between my outer labia, gently massaging the slick inner folds.

  “Ahhh,” I sighed, moving my hips in a small circle, encouraging him.

  His fingers explored as his eyes raptly watched, and I felt him probing at my entrance. After a moment, he tentatively pressed a single finger inside, just up to the first knuckle.

  “Uhhh,” I moaned in response.

  “Does that feel ok?” he asked.

  “It feels wonderful,” I replied between gasping breaths.

  Emboldened, he pressed his finger deeper, and I felt my tight inner walls clasp around his invading digit. I groaned and pressed my hips upward, all the while watching his eyes.

  He shifted position so that he was now lying between my legs, his face just inches above my spread pussy. I grinned, realizing he wanted a better view of what was going on.

  His finger continued to slowly slide into me, and my inner walls gripped him possessively, coating him with their copious lubrication. His fingers were proportional to his large hands, and it felt like a small cock was filling me. I closed my eyes and breathed deep.

  “Oh baby,” I whispered, “you make me feel so good.”

  His finger slid all the way home, and I felt his hand press against my lips as his probing digit reached deep. My inner muscles rippled over his invasion, and seemed to try to draw him deeper.

  I felt a different sensation, and opened my eyes to see what it was. To my surprise, he had moved his face closer, and now his lips hovered an inch above the top of my slit. It was his breath I had felt on me.

  What was he doing? It couldn’t possibly be what it looked like. How would he know about that?

  He held there for a moment, his eyes focused on the wet, pink flesh below him, as if he was trying to make a decision. I felt my pussy clench around his finger in a spasm of desire, as my mind tried to will him to continue.

  Please. Don’t stop. I need your touch. I hurled my thoughts at him, hoping he was picking them up.

  Then it happened. He lowered his head and kissed me. I felt his lips softly press against my sensitive skin, and I couldn’t hold back the cry of pleasure that escaped my mouth.

  His lips were nestled into the top of my slit, just below where the outer labia separated. For a long moment, he just held there, and I felt the warm breath from his nose tickle my curls. Then I gasped as I felt his tongue slither out, tentatively exploring my soft folds.

  “Uhhhh,” I groaned, letting him know how much I was enjoying his touch. Like last night, he was a fast learner, and began to explore further. He kept his finger deep in me as his tongue darted over my skin. I realized he was doing what he did last night, moving his touch around and paying attention to my response.

  When he licked over my clit, I involuntarily spasmed in pleasure, letting him know he had hit the right spot. Like a bee to a flower, he homed in on the swollen nub, flicking the tip of his tongue over the bundle of nerves.

  I cried out loudly, clutching at the grass and tearing it up in clumps. Planting my bare feet firmly on the ground, I pressed my hips up against him, encouraging him to continue. The pleasure flowed out of my pussy in waves, as the combined sensations of his finger and tongue sent my lust skyrocketing. This was nothing like Billy had done to me. Jamie may have come into this not knowing what he was doing, but he knew enough to follow my responses, and his desire to please me was evident in every touch of his skin against mine.

  I closed my eyes and lay back, holding my thighs wide as my lover reveled in my intimate core. He began to slowly fuck me with his finger, as his tongue continued its assault on my happy clitoris. My honey flowed freely, and what he didn’t lap up oozed out past his finger and ran down the cleft of my ass.

  My breathing sped up, as I inhaled deeply and then exhaled through pursed lips, moaning softly as the air raced from my lungs. The waves of pleasure inside of me were becoming more focused, condensing and intensifying, driven on by Jamie’s incessant tongue. Each slick, sliding contact of skin upon skin brought me closer and closer to my peak, my body twitching and jerking in preparation for the coming explosion.

  “Ohhhhhh,” I moaned, as I felt my body sliding over the precipice, teetering in that sliver of time before the storm begins. Then it was upon me, and my body was swept up in crashing waves of pleasure, tossed about by the ferocity of my bursting orgasm. I could hear someone crying out, and was dimly aware it was me. My legs thrashed and my hands involuntarily clutched at his shoulders, needing something solid to hold onto as my body bucked and heaved. I felt my pussy grip his finger in powerful, rhythmic spasms, as his tongue continued to roll over my clit, prolonging my climax. Sparks of color flashed on the backs of my eyelids, as my mind disconnected from reality and floated away on a cloud of bliss. Nothing else in the world mattered, other than what my lover and I were doing right here.

  After a few minutes I opened my eyes to see the tops of the trees blowing gently in the breeze. When I looked down between my spread legs, Jamie’s face was still there. His finger was no longer inside me, but he was nuzzling against my curly hairs, and kissing the outside of my pussy. A few small tremors of pleasure shuddered through me, as my orgasm ebbed its last.

  “Baby,” I said, “that was incredible.”

  He lifted his head and grinned up at me. His lips and cheeks were shiny from my juices, and his blue eyes sparkled with excitement. He was obviously proud of what he had done to me.

  “You like it?”

  “Oh my god. How did you do that?”

  His grin widened. “I just wanted to please you.” He gave my pussy one last kiss, and then moved up beside me, rolling onto his back.

  Chapter 16

  I wasted no time in rolling with him, pressing against his side and leaning down for a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue, and then I moved on to his cheeks, softly licking away the traces of me there. When he was clean, I shifted down, resting my head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat.

  His cock was stiff and hard, arching solidly over his stomach like it was carved out of granite. I wanted to take my time in pleasing him, using my mouth to coax out every last bit of sensation until he exploded onto my tongue. But I could tell by just looking at it that he needed release. He had put off his own pleasure to give me mine, and it wouldn’t be fair to make him wait any longer. We would have time for that afterwards.

  I shifted down so I was still lying beside him, but now my lips were just above the swollen-smooth head of his cock. It was large with a flared ridge, and I realized it would fill most of my mouth. A drop of pearly liquid beaded from the slitted hole at the tip, and it took all of my resistance not to lean forward and use my tongue to swirl that tasty nectar over the bulbous head. Patience, I told myself. You’ll get your turn to play with your new toy.

  I lifted my head and turned it to look up at him. He was watching me with a contented smile.

  “Just like last night,” I said. “The first one will be quick, and then we’ll take our time.”

  He nodded. “I understand.”

  I turned my attention back to his cock, taking it in my hand and holding it in place as I lowered my mouth. I kissed him on the tip, then heard him groan as I began to slide my mouth down over him. My lips stretched wide, and I finally felt his ridge slide past them. Working my way down his shaft, I only got a third of the way before his head pressed into the back of my throat.

  He was sighing and moaning, and his body twitched, letting me know I didn’t have much time. Holding his shaft firmly in my hand, I began bobbing my head, sliding him in and out of my mouth. My lips made wet, sucking
sounds as they glided up and down his skin. I withdrew until his ridge nestled against the back of my lips, gave his tip a swirl with my tongue, then descended again, taking him as deep as I could. After about thirty seconds of this, he was ready to go.

  “Ohhh, Kristen,” he moaned,” I’m... I’m...”

  His cockhead swelled, and I felt the first jet of cum burst up through his shaft under my hand, then squirt forcefully against the back of my throat. He roared out his pleasure, his muscles locking and cording as his jutting cock fired bolt after bolt of warm seed into my mouth. After the first spurt, I backed off slightly, allowing the rest to jet hotly against my tongue, where I quickly swallowed each one. I smiled inwardly, realizing that is what I had been missing with Billy and his penchant for shoving his cock down my throat. Jamie seemed to go on forever, pumping his sweet cream into my mouth, where I happily took it inside of me.

  Finally, his cock pulsed one last time and dribbled a few final drops, which I quickly licked away. I held him in my mouth until he began to soften, then I moved back up to rest my head on his chest. He was still breathing deeply from his climax, and my head rose and fell in time with his breaths. We lay without talking for several minutes, and he combed his fingers through my hair.

  Finally, he spoke. “That was amazing. It gets better every time.”

  I lifted my head and smiled at him. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  He was silent another moment, then said, “Kristen?”

  “Yes?”

  “It’s different than I thought it would be.”

  I moved up over him, lying on his body with my breasts pressing into his stomach, and my chin resting on his chest. “You mean sex?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How’s it different?”

  “Well, when I thought about sex, and I thought about it a lot, I just thought about the act itself. But I never considered that there would be someone else there with me. Someone like you.”

  I smiled. I knew exactly what he meant.

  “But that’s what makes it so special,” he continued. “It’s not just the physical pleasure, it’s the sharing of the pleasure. Sharing it with you.”