Then we headed down to the Mariner for the traditional after-a-Friday-game seafood fest. Still nude. Jared and Amanda joked that we were turning into them! It really had become very comfortable.
We went back to Cassie’s bed.
"I want to try something," she said as we got there. "Turn on the TV, find something you want to watch." I did. "Baseball. That figures," she smirked at me. "Luckily, I like baseball. Now, lie on the bed, on your side, facing the TV." I did. "Now, let’s see," she said, and lie down in front of me, so that we were in spoon position. She lifted her upper leg and placed it over my legs. Then she grabbed my dick, gave it a couple jerks to get it to full-mast, and then placed it at the entrance to her pussy. "Push," she said, and I did. It slid right in. "Now stop. Don’t move."
"Uh-oh," I said. "Art class."
"Yeah," she giggled. "I want to see how long we can hold it. If you can’t anymore, by all means, go to town. But it felt so fantastic today that I wanted to try it."
"OK," I said.
We lie like that, watching the baseball game, me buried all the way in her. It was fantastic. Yes, it was a bit, oh, torturous, but it was also fantastic.
"Wow. An hour," Cassie said after an hour had gone by.
"How are you?" I asked.
"Fantastic."
"Ditto," I replied.
After an hour and a half, Cassie said, "This is the most incredible experience of my life."
"I agree," I said. "And the Dodgers are losing, even." I was a huge Dodgers fan.
"Oh, you’re such a brat," she giggled.
"Imagine what your cum is going to be like once we finally do it." I whispered.
"OOOOOHHHH!!!!"
"Two hours," she said in amazement when we got to that point. The ball game was ending. "I think two hours is my limit. I am burningup down there," she hissed.
"Good," I said, and started gently rocking back and forth, moving in and out of her.
"OH GOD!" she screamed. "Oh it’s so good!"
I was right. Her orgasm-which came quickly-was explosive. The second one, which followed quickly on the heels of the first, was even more so. Mine? Unbelievable. Just unbelievable.
The funny thing is, I didn’t go down. I stayed hard. And I stayed in her. And we fell asleep like that.
PART SIX SATURDAY
That has got to be the strangest sensation I’ve ever felt. Strange in a good way, I mean. Waking up with my boyfriend’s hard cock buried all the way in me. And we’d been like that all night!
"You awake?" I whispered.
"Yeah," he said.
I giggled and said, "I think we beat two hours. Even if we did sleep through it."
"Yup. But, wow, the dreams I had!"
"I know what you mean," I giggled.
He pulled out of me then. "Hey! Get back in me!" I pouted.
"Just readjusting. If I stay in that position any longer, I’m going to get cramps." I giggled as he rolled me over onto my back. Then he climbed on top of me, and plunged into me.
"Oh, MAN," I howled. "Oh do I need this!" Well, what do you expect? Having him in me all night. Oy. That creates a whole new level of horny, believe me.
I think I came in about four seconds. And then I got to three before he came inside me.
"Wow," I said when we were done. "I thought you’d come quicker than that! Not, believe me, that I’m complaining, not for a second." I giggled.
"Well, I might have been a wee bit desensitized, actually," he said. "Or I came in you during the night some time. It was so wet in there when I woke up that I have no idea whose wet it was."
"Possible," I giggled. "Who cares, right?"
"I certainly didn’t, I’d rather hold out anyway. Do you know how great you look when you cum?" he smiled at me. "I love watching it."
"Good. I plan on making you watch it quite a bit!"
"Fine by me," he laughed. "Miss Insatiable."
"Got that right," I grinned. "Hey, I think we need a shower."
"I think you’re right," he said. So, we took one.
Afterwards, we went downstairs. Mom was making breakfast.
"Hi, kids," Mom said. "Sleep well?" We both looked at each other and started cracking up. We couldn’t help it. "Did you sleep at all?" Mom asked, bemused.
"Yeah," I said. "We slept."
"Then what’s so funny?"
"Well," I said, blushing, "We fell asleep before Frankie, er, disengaged, so to speak. And woke up that way."
"Hmmm. I’ll have to tell your father that one," Mom grinned. "That sounds like fun."
"I did not need to know that," I grinned back. "Where is Dad, anyhow?"
"Had to run a few errands," Mom said.
"You guys are coming today, yes?"
"Of course," she said. "It’s going to be kind of unusual, though, watching you play in the nude."
"I’m actually looking forward to it," I grinned.
"You’ve become so much more comfortable with this," Mom said. "There’s one thing you have to remember, though, and I hate to worry you but you need to think of this. This Arts Festival is open to the whole community, not just the high school students. A lot of people in town are going to see the scars."
"I thought of that," I said. "Somehow, at some point this week, I stopped caring."
"Really?" She turned and said, "Why, thank you, Frankie!"
"It wasn’t me!" he protested, giggling. "She worked it all out. Not me."
"I think you helped," Mom said.
Just then, Tanya came stumbling down the stairs, staring at Frankie and I.
"Morning, Tan," Mom said.
"Morning." She was still glaring. "Some people are too loud in the morning."
"Sorry, Tan, we wake you up?" I asked.
"No. I was already awake. Now I’m awake and horny. If you guys keep sleeping over here, I’m gonna need a boyfriend!" she spat out. Then she stormed off to the living room and flicked on the TV.
"Uh-oh," Mom said. "We seem to have opened up a can of worms. I don’t know if I can deal with a horny twelve year old. I have enough trouble with a horny seventeen-year-old!"
"Yeah, well, at least my horniness is taken care of," I giggled. That’s when I got the brainstorm. It was nasty, sure. But, hey, it was our fault she was this horny, wasn’t it?
"Frankie," I said. "Since we did this to her, maybe you should take her upstairs and take care of it for her."
Poor Frankie was drinking a cup of tea, and almost dropped it! "What? Are you crazy?"
To my surprise, Mom was calmer, but she did say, "I’ve seen Frankie naked, and I think he might be a bit big for Tan."
"Of course!" Frankie agreed. "Geez, Cass, she’s twelve! I know I’m not the most well-endowed seventeen-year-old in the world, but I’d still split her in two!"
"Well, that’s not what I was thinking," I said.
"What were you thinking, then?" Mom asked.
"I was thinking of those magical knuckleballer’s fingers of his," I grinned. "Or maybe his tongue, which is pretty magical itself." I looked at Frankie. "You already got off this morning. If you get all worked up again, I will take care of it. I want you to help her."
"I wasn’t thinking of myself," Frankie said.
"I know you weren’t," I said. "What do you say?"
"I still feel funny about it," he said. That’s when we heard a frustrated moan from the other room. Frankie chuckled and said, "Someone’s gotta teach that girl how to masturbate."
"Not the same thing, sweetie," I grinned. "Come on. Look, she’s my sister. I want you to." I saw Frankie look at my mother, and Mom gave a little nod.
"Just no going all the way," Mom said.
"Good. Frankie, go up into her room. I’ll have her there in a minute," I said.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT FRANKIEOK, I can see where some people would think it was sick. I was seventeen. She was twelve. But I wasn’t going to do anything for myself. And it was our fault that she was so worked up. And the love of my life asked me to. And her mother didn’t seem to mind.