"Ohhhh!" she moaned at this first contact.
I licked up and down, staying away from her bulging clit and then began to slowly probe into her with my rolled up tongue, forcing my way inside. She was very sensitive to this treatment and her hips began to rise and fall the second I made contact.
"Yesss!" she groaned. "Oh yess!"
I lapped at her more rapidly, drenching my face in her juices, feeling her thighs rubbing on my cheeks. I probed in and out as if I was fucking her with my mouth. Finally I began to lick softly around the perimeter of her clit. Her hip motion became more rapid as I did this so I began to apply soft licks to the surface of her most sensitive area. The motion began to lose conscious control. Her moans increased in volume, became higher in pitch. I looked up the length of her body, across the heaving breasts to her face, seeing that her eyes were tightly closed, her faced scrunched in the grimace of ecstasy.
I began to gently suck upon her clit, at the same time probing between her moist lips with a finger. Her clit grew in my mouth, her motions losing all semblance of control. My finger could only penetrate a short way before coming to the barrier of her maidenhead. I could have pushed past it if I'd wished but I didn't want to, knowing that another part of my body was tasked for that job and looking forward to it.
Her orgasm started slowly, building tempo as it hit her. Her hips rose and fell so fast that I had trouble maintaining the lock I had upon her. Her thighs squeezed painfully into my neck, threatening to cut off my blood supply. Her whine became increasingly high-pitched, eventually inaudible to my ears. Every muscle in her body tensed as I continued to suck on her, as her pubis continued to mash into me, wetting my face. Her fingers pulled at my hair, ripping some from my head but I barely noticed as I brought her to her peak and she began to slide back down.
I continued sucking softly until her body relaxed and a sigh escaped from her lips into the air, until her fingers relaxed and untangled from my hair.
Her legs dropped from around me, coming to rest on the bed. Slowly I raised my head from her crotch, seeing her lying there with her legs spread, her vagina drooling juices onto my bedspread, her lips red and swollen, her nipples standing proud and erect, her eyes shining with lust. She was panting.
"My God," she proclaimed breathlessly. "I've never felt anything like that before."
I gave her a weak smile, wiping some of her juices away from my lips with the back of my hand. "I try," I told her.
"Get those clothes off," she ordered. "Get them off and get inside of me. Do it Bill."
I stood quickly and ripped my shirt free from my body, tossing it across the room. It landed on the stereo. I was just reaching for the button on my shorts, ready to rip them and my underwear down, intending to be naked in less time than it took for me to take my next breath.
From downstairs the telephone began to ring. I stopped, everything stopped.
Call it ESP, call it intuition, call it whatever you want, but there are times in everyone's life when you simply know that the ringing of the telephone is a signal for important information. It could have been Mike calling to shoot the shit. It could have been Nina's Mom asking her to pick up some milk on the way home from my house. It could have been one of Tracy's friends calling to check on her. It could have been a friend of one of my parents. But it was none of those things and I knew it by the time the second ring came drifting up the stairs. I simply knew it.
Nina looked at me, I at her. She knew the same thing I did, that whatever information was waiting on the other end of the call was going to mean an end to our encounter.
"Alexander Graham Bell was an asshole," I told her.
Still panting, still flushed with arousal, she asked, "are you going to get it?"
"I don't want to."
"I think you should," she sighed in frustration. "Try to get rid of whoever it is."
"Right." I said, heading downstairs.
My precognitive flash, or whatever it was, was strengthened by the fact that by the time I made it downstairs to the phone it was well into its eighth or ninth ring. Whoever was on the other end wasn't giving up easily.
"Hello?" I asked, fighting to make my voice sound pleasant.
"Hi," said my Dad. "Took you a while to get to the phone."
"Sorry," I mumbled, anything but.
"I figured if I let it ring long enough, you would answer. Sorry to uh… bother you."
"That's okay," I said, wondering if my Dad somehow knew what I'd been doing.
"What's up? Is Tracy okay?"
"She's fine," he assured me. "But the doctor can't complete his examination of her until he gets some recent X-rays. She was supposed to go over to the radiology clinic for that but the radiology techs are in the middle of some sort of labor dispute and they're having a sick-out today. So basically, this whole morning was a waste of time and the ambulance guys are putting her back in for the trip home right now."
"Right now?" I asked, glancing upstairs.
"Right now," he confirmed. "We should be home in about fifteen minutes or so. Just thought I'd give you a little… uh… warning."
"Okay," I said, feigning nonchalance. "Too bad for Tracy. I'll see you when you get here."
"Right," he said, hanging up the phone.
I set mine back down, feeling frustration, feeling my erection wilting in my shorts, but most of all feeling relief that my Dad had some foresight and common sense. He must have strongly suspected what I was up to or he never would have called. Dad was not the type to drop friendly little warnings that he was on his way home. I could only imagine the embarrassment for all concerned if they had come home while Nina and I had been engaged upstairs. Would we have heard them come in? Seriously doubtful.
Time was short so I rushed back upstairs.
"Who was it?" Nina asked, sitting up on the bed, still naked.
"My Dad," I told her, "they weren't able to complete Tracy's appointment. They're on their way home right now."
"Right now?"
"They'll be here in fifteen minutes," I nodded.
"Damn," she exclaimed, standing quickly up. "Stupid interruptions."
"I know," I said regretfully, looking at her naked body, knowing I'd been less than a minute away from finally entering it.
"Oh well," she shook her head sadly, as frustrated as I was, probably more so. "The best laid plans and all that." She took a good look at herself, at her dripping body. "I need to get cleaned up before they get here. I can't go home smelling like this."
"No," I said, paling as I thought about Mary Blackmore getting a whiff of the odor of sex on her daughter. Sure, she probably suspected that Nina and I were intimate with each other, that was one thing. But to have physical proof of it was quite another. "That wouldn't do, would it?"
"I need to use your shower," she said, gathering up her dress. "I'll be out before they get here. Can you go out to the car and get my bra?"
"You bet." I said. "And I probably oughtta brush my teeth too."
She giggled. "Probably oughtta," she agreed, heading for the bathroom, her dress trailing out behind her.
By the time the EMTs dragged Tracy back into the house and deposited her in her bed Nina was dried off and dressed once more, her bra properly in place.
Everyone greeted her warmly, not expressing any surprise at her presence. I did notice a few knowing looks from both Tracy and my Dad however. If they had anything to say, they kept it to themselves.
Nina and I chatted with Tracy for a while and then Mom and Dad, who had assumed their places before the television set. I kept up my end of the conversation but I couldn't recite a single thing we talked about. My teenaged hormones were surging through my body and I was having a difficult time keeping my erection from returning as I thought about Nina just sitting there, talking normally, while under her dress she had no panties on. My balls were aching fiercely.