She relaxed against me, her tongue continuing to flit in and out of my mouth. I pulled my fingers free, again resisting the urge to smell them, to put them in my mouth and taste her.
She broke the kiss and looked at me in the darkness, her hand dropping down to the button on my shorts. "Your turn," she told me, unfastening it.
She unzipped me and then began to tug on the shorts and underwear. I lifted my hips a little, allowing her to drag them down to mid-thigh. My erection popped out and she took it in her hand, moving it slowly up and down as I'd taught her that night near the falls. I moaned while she kissed my neck, her hand continuing it's work.
"Does it feel good?" she asked me.
"Yeah," I moaned.
"Would it feel better," she asked quietly, "if I put it in my mouth?"
"What?" I asked, startled.
"I want to suck it," she told me, "would you like me to?"
"Are you sure you want to do that?" I asked, trembling with desire at the thought but not wanting to push her into doing anything too soon.
"Yes Bill," she said, kissing me again, squeezing my cock. "I want to make you come with my mouth, I want to feel it when you shoot. Can I?"
I nodded. "Yes Nina, oh yes."
She gave me one last kiss and then slowly shifted her legs so she had room. Still holding it in her hand she lowered her face to my lap. Her mouth opened and she put it on the head, allowing me to feel the wetness of her tongue against me. I jumped a little and groaned at the contact. I'd had many a mouth on my dick before but this was Nina doing it and the sensation was doubled, tripled by my mind, by the thought that she was actually doing this to me. She sucked only the head for a moment while her hand slowly moved up and down on the shaft and then she sank down slowly, taking as much as she could.
I looked down and saw her brown hair in my lap, saw her head moving up and down. I felt her tonguing and sucking as she moved. I felt her other hand gently caressing my balls, feeling them, testing their texture. It was obvious that she had never done this before. Her actions were tentative, hesitant, new. But at the same time she was doing it well. She was moving in a way that I liked without instruction. She was sucking while moving her head up and down and continuing to use her hand at the same time. She tried to deep throat once but had to withdraw as she gagged a little.
"Sorry," she said, raising her head up for a moment.
"It's okay," I squeaked back.
She dipped back down and resumed where she'd left off, increasing the speed of her movements as she gained confidence. I felt my hips started to rise up and down a little as my body instinctively began to move with the rhythm.
I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge as she went faster and faster.
I took my right hand, the hand that had probed under Nina's shorts a few minutes before and put the fingers to my nose. I inhaled her scent, the strong, womanly musk of arousal and the thought that I was smelling the essence of Nina brought me over the edge. I felt the familiar tingle running through my body, felt the machinery of orgasm kicking into gear.
"I'm gonna come," I groaned to her, expecting her to pull her mouth away and finish me off by hand.
She didn't. She increased her pace and the strength of her grip on me. Waves of pure pleasure shot through my body, spreading from my groin outward. My hips raised off the ground and I began to shoot into her mouth.
Her mouth moved spastically upon me as she swallowed my offering but she kept up the motion, bobbing her head and sucking until the last spurt had come out and the jerking of my body finally came to a halt.
All of my muscles relaxed and I leaned back against the tree with a sigh. Nina sucked and licked my now-deflating penis for a moment and then raised her head up to me. She licked her lips a little.
"How was that?" she asked me.
"Beautiful," I told her, pulling her to me. I kissed her, catching a faint taste of myself on her tongue but not minding. Obviously this turned her on.
"So I did it right?" she asked.
"Perfect," I assured her. "You're a very erotic person Nina, did you know that?"
"Thank you," she said, kissing me again. "You're not bad yourself. I read how to do that in a book called "The Sensuous Woman". I was dying to try it. I'm glad they told me how to do it right."
"You read how to do that in a book?" I asked, laughing.
"Same place I learned to do what we did at the lake," she said seriously. "That was under suggestions for sex when you're on your period if your partner doesn't like to do it then. I adapted it to the situation. There's all kinds of other stuff in there too. Even stuff about orgies."
"Orgies?" I asked, incredulous, unaware that Nina had even known that word, let alone it's meaning.
She giggled. "For instance," she explained, "did you know that it is considered poor etiquette to attend an orgy while you are menstruating?"
I cracked up completely. "No," I said. "I didn't know that. The things our parents don't teach us."
"So keep that in mind," she said, "if you ever invite me to an orgy. Be sure to have me check my calendar first."
We laughed together in the darkness. Eventually I pulled my shorts back up.
We sat for a few more minutes, just holding each other. Finally we stood up, brushed each other off, and started walking back to my house.
Chapter 15
My suspicions were correct. Nina had been just a little too innocent in her inquiries about what time Tracy left for her appointment. At 8:50 the next morning, less than ten minutes after the ambulance carted my sister away with Mom and Dad following in the car, the phone rang.
"Care for a visitor?" Nina asked me playfully.
"I don't know," I responded, "I had plans."
"Plans?"
"Yep," I answered firmly. "I need to go over my stock certificates and calculate my net worth. Also, Sesame Street starts in ten minutes."
"I LOVE Sesame Street," she told me.
"I'm sure you do," I replied. "But watching Sesame Street is meant to be a transcendental, solitary experience, wouldn't you agree?"
"I would," she chuckled. "But do you think that maybe just this once you could make an exception?"
I sighed, exaggerating the sound. "I suppose."
"See you in ten minutes," she told me.
I smiled as I hung up the phone, feeling warm inside as I contemplated the prospect of Nina and an empty house. Usually on workdays I didn't shower until about 11:00. But something had told me that an earlier shower might be a good idea on that day. I was already squeaky clean and dressed in shorts and a tank top.
When the doorbell rang exactly ten minutes later my warmth kicked up a few notches as I saw her standing there. She was dressed in a light yellow summer dress that came down to just above her knees. Her legs were bare. It was readily apparent by the way her small breasts jiggled beneath the dress that she was not wearing a bra. Her face was made up lightly and her brown hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders. Her eyes were twinkling as she stepped into my arms, giving me a soft, very erotic kiss on the lips.
"Mmmm," I said, letting my hand slide slowly across her chest, confirming the suspicion I had about her brassiere.
She slapped at my hand. "I didn't tell you you could do that," she teased.
"I think we've gotten to the point," I teased back, "where they are now possessions of mine and I can touch them whenever I want to."
"Is that so?" she giggled, breaking free of my embrace and walking inside. I had a Rolling Stones album playing softly on the turntable and the voice of Mick Jagger was telling us about how we should have sympathy for the Devil.
"Yes," I nodded, admiring her legs, the way they moved beneath the hem of her dress. They were tanned and toned from our frequent excursions outside and very pretty to behold. "Did your mother see how you were dressed when you left?"