Cookie's excitement at being so blatantly admired overcame her fear, replaced it with a hot pride in her slender body. She stood straighter, spread her feet slightly, and put her hands on her hips. In the mirror on his closet door, she could see herself. She could see the fine golden wisps of hair on her pubis gleaming in the bright sunlight. The light growth did little to conceal her pouting, rounded labia or the tantalizing dark slit
Deciding to give Mike a real eyeful, Cookie turned slowly so he could see all of her, all of her naked skin, from her head to her toes, and from back to front. She felt cool air touching her lightly all over.
Still quivering inside, even though she felt bolder than before, Cookie faced him again. "Okay, your turn," she said. "I'm naked. Now you get the same way."
Mike gulped. "Uh…"
"Come on, chicken, this was your idea," she snapped. "You can't back out now."
"Okay, okay," he agreed sullenly, sliding off the bed. He stood in front of her, his cock tipped up, leaning out against his underpants. There was a wet spot at the bulbous end of it, which made the cloth less opaque. The wet fabric was molded to it, so she could even see the dimple at the tip.
Mike hooked his thumbs into the elastic and lifted it out from his body. He eased it down. The first thing to come into view was the bulging purple knob of the end of his cock. Behind it, as a backdrop, was a curling mass of red hair, not thick enough to totally hide the pale skin under it.
He skinned his underpants down. His cock dropped to just below the horizontal and bobbed ponderously. Under the pale column Cookie could see a dark, rounded sack. Its contents were shifting around inside it. As she watched, fascinated, they drew up slightly, as if trying to hide up between his thighs.
Drawn irresistibly toward Mike, she walked slowly forward and reached out toward his throbbing erection. She still remembered, would always remember, how it had felt in her hands in the back seat of the car that time. She touched it gingerly. It bobbed in response, jerked up away from the finger she brushed against its underside.
She looked up at Mike, into his freckled face, into his pale blue eyes. "It's-it's beautiful," she said softly.
"So-are you," he answered huskily.
"You can touch my-my breasts, if you want," she told him.
He swallowed noisily. He raised his hands to the pink tips of her shy, pale mounds. He brushed her nipples gently. A spear of flame arced from each pink nubbin, streaked down through her naked body, shaking her to the core.
She curled her fingers around his stiff prod. It felt just as hot, and hard, and huge, and exciting as she remembered. She gripped it with both hands and stared down at it. It dwarfed her small hands. Something hot and sticky coated her fingers, glued them to his hot tower.
It looked good enough to eat. Her mouth watered at the thought of having his huge penis between her lips.
Absently, she brushed a lock of hair out of her face. Her fingers left a sticky smear on her cheek. She smelled the powerful, exciting, unforgettable aroma of semen. Hesitantly, she brought her fingers under her nose and inhaled the musky smell. She licked one finger delicately with the tip of her tongue. She wasn't sure if it was him or her own nervous sweat that she was tasting.
"I want to see you better down there," Mike mumbled huskily.
Cookie shivered. "Okay."
"Why don't we, uh, lie down on the bed," Mike suggested. "My legs are kind of shaky."
"Okay," she agreed. "But don't try anything funny."
"What do you mean?" he asked angrily.
"I mean-funny," Cookie answered. "Don't think, just because we're on your bed you're going to get to-uh-fuck me, okay?"
"Okay, already, okay," he agreed. "Jesus, you make me sound like a sex maniac or something."
Cookie crawled onto the bed, her tight young bottom waving in the air until she settled on her side. "I just didn't want you to get the idea I'm going to do-that," she informed him.
"Okay, okay," he muttered. "But just remember what happens to me when you leave me like this." He waved his bulging erection at her.
Cookie shivered, incredibly self-conscious and excited and tense. "You gonna yak all afternoon, or are you going to look?" she asked tensely.
Mike approached her as if she were a holy relic. He knelt at the foot of the bed and spread her legs, then moved slowly up between them. His eyes were glued to her pussy.
Cookie lay on her back, her hands behind her head, holding it up so she could look down along her slender, pale body. She looked past the swelling of her developing breasts, down the flat plane of her stomach, until the downward arch toward her pussy cut off her view. But she could feel herself down there, could feel the cool air touching the moist, nerve-loaded tissues. She had a vague sort of "had to pee" type of feeling, only it wasn't exactly that. It was a hot, wet, tightness which mingled with an itchy sort of need. She could see her thighs, her calves, could see all the way to her feet. Her toes were pointing upward and outward. Her feet were on either side of Mike's knees.
His cock hung out from his body like a pole. She stared, fascinated, as its throbbing length, at the round, curving cone of its purplish cap. The shaft was pale, nearly white. The bulging veins were faintly blue.
Leaning forward, Mike reached out and placed his hands on Cookie's thighs, right at the top, where they joined her torso. The touch of his hands there made her leg muscles convulse and squirm. His thumbs were almost on her labia, were just a fraction of an inch from her soft lips. She could feel it, but couldn't see it. Her pussy reacted with a hot, sticky flow.
When he shifted his hands and actually touched her pussy, Cookie's guts were lashed with fire. Her tiny pink, barely mature nipples were so swollen with excitement they hurt. She felt him spread her labia, felt chill air strike her blood-suffused, creaming folds of flesh.
"This isn't really quite fair," she said desperately. "You're getting a good look at me, but I'm not getting a good look at you."
Mike lifted his head, irritated. "Jesus, you're a pain."
"I only want equal time," she snapped. Then she softened her tone. "If we lie on our sides, head to feet we can both-uh-study each other at the same time."
"Oh, all right," he grumbled, scrambling across her legs, relinquishing his grasp on her crotch. He squirmed around beside her and got his head near her pussy.
Cookie rolled to her side and faced him. She pushed on his hip. He really is on the pudgy side, she said to herself. Not like Charlie at all. Charlie is all lean and tan. Mike is pale and flabby.
Mike rolled on his side, propped his head on one hand, and used the fingers of the other to spread and explore Cookie's pussy. His touch sent continuous waves of fire burning through her.
Cookie had one leg bent so her thighs were spread open. Lying with her head resting on one arm, she stared at his stiff pink phallus. It was inches from her face. She could see the different textures: the purplish glands had a fine velvet pattern. The skin of the shaft was smoother, but rippled more. The tiny slit at the tip seemed to smirk at her. She touched his prick delicately, and a shimmering, shining drop of crystal clear fluid appeared in the slit as if by magic. It had the warm, musky smell that excited her so much.
She sucked in her breath with surprise when he touched her, probed her shining inner folds with his finger. She felt her vagina flood from the stimulation. She curled her fingers around his phallus and squeezed it. Another thick clear drop oozed out and slid heavily down the curve of his glands. She touched it with her finger, then smeared it into a shining layer all over the head of his cock. It made his phallus look shiny and even more luscious and inviting than it had before.
She licked her lips. Her heart was hammering very hard as she thought about what she was going to do. Her mouth watered at the smell of his oozings.