"That’s neat," she beamed.
"That would be awfully interesting," I said.
"What would?"
"What if we got offered scholarships, but not to the same school? What if we ended up in different schools? I can just see it. College World Series, final game. Pitching for Arizona State, Lily Woodard. Now batting for Miami, Mike Kirkland."
She laughed. "I’d strike you out on three straight pitches."
"No way. Double into the gap."
"In your dreams." She took a breath. "Well, we might not be able to go to the same school. But if we’re still going out next year when the offers come out-which we will be-I hope we end up at closer schools than Arizona State and Miami."
"Good point," I laughed. "’Which we will be,’ huh?"
"Well, you know…I just feel something about this."
"Yeah, me too."
"Hell, I’ve even contemplated the nasty possibility that you might be drafted by the Yankees. Which means, if we’re still together, which we will be"-we both giggled-"I’d have to go be a beat writer in New York. Writing about the team in all of pro sports I despise the most. Jesus. Shoot me now. I don’t know if I’d be able to keep the dripping contemptuous sarcasm out of my columns." I howled at that one.
The food came then, and we ate and happily chatted. I paid the bill, and we left.
"Mikey?" she said shyly after we had climbed into the car.
"Yes?"
"I, uh, want you. Really, really bad."
"You do not beat around the bush, do you?"
"No, not usually," she giggled.
"That’s just fine by me, because I want you, too. Really really bad."
"Where can we go?"
"That’s easy." I started driving to my house. When we pulled up, she said, "You sure?"
"Mom won’t care."
"Yeah, I guess she wouldn’t," she said. "She seems open to all of this."
"Always has been."
"Actually, I don’t think my parents would mind all that much either-if I didn’t have an eleven year old sister."
"Good point." I stopped the car, walked around, and took her hand. We went into the house and found Mom and Marina there. We chatted for a bit, then I took her upstairs. Mom just gave me a grin and a wink.
I got her up to my room-which I had had the foresight to straighten up-and looked around. The only girl I’ve ever had in my room that appreciated the baseball posters, I can tell you that. Then she looked above my bed-and started howling.
I had pinned the panties onto the wall right above my headboard.
She pointed at them. "Did you at least wash them?" she chortled.
"Never," I told her. She laughed louder. "I’m trying to decide whether or not to frame them."
"You’re a nut, you know that?" she giggled, then tackled me onto my bed. "C’mere, you nut." We rolled around on the bed, making out, wrapped around one another. Various pieces of clothing started to be shed.
Before long, her blouse and bra were undone-the bra had hooked in the front-our mouths were locked, my hands were on her boobs, and she was writhing all over the place. Not long after that, her pantyhose and panties were in a ball at the end of the bed, my mouth was on her boobs, and my hand was in her pussy. Then I started kissing downward. I knew what I wanted-I had wanted it since the first moment that morning that I had opened my bookbag. So I started trailing kisses down her stomach. She giggled. Her skirt was still on, so I just lifted it out of the way, and started kissing her thighs, moving my way towards the bullseye.
She tensed. "Mikey? W-what are you doing?"
"I’ve been smelling it all day," I chuckled. "Now I need a taste."
"Oh. Well, uh, nobody’s ever done that to me."
I was stunned. "You’re kidding."
"No. I dunno. It just never happened."
I looked at her. "And for some reason, the thought bothers you."
"Not bothers me, really," she said. "It just seems so…personal. I don’t know how to explain it."
"If you don’t want me to, I won’t," I said simply.
"No. I’m being silly. Well, why do you want to do it?"
"Well, the first reason was what I said, I want to taste you." She shot me a dubious look. "Really. Some guys like doing this, you know, and I’m one of them. As for the second reason-well, you’re just going to have to trust me."
"Trust you?"
"Yeah."
She smiled. "OK. I do," she said, and then lied back-still visibly tense, but I’d change that. I moved back down towards her-and started with one long lick up the length of her pussy.
She jumped. I worked my way up and down and delighted in her increasingly ragged breathing. I worked my tongue in and out of her hole a few times and she writhed all over the bed. Then, I dragged my tongue upwards again-and went right for the clit.
"YYYYYYIIIIII!!!" she wailed. "OhmygodNNNGGGGGG!!" as I worked my tongue up and down. A little bit of that, and I zeroed in on the clit, and listened to the wild animal cries coming from her mouth. When she came, she almost threw me off the bed bucking her hips. I eased off as she came down, lightly trailing my tongue on her labia, then I brought her right back up again. This one was even more explosive.
I quit after that, crawled up next to her. She was beet-red. She was still gasping for air. Her fingernails were practically digging a hole in my mattress. Her legs were still shaking. She opened her eyes, saw me lying next to her-and she grabbed me and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me ferociously, still shuddering.
"That’s the second reason," I said in her ear.
"Ohgodohgodohgod."
"I’m glad you liked it," I chuckled.
"Oh God that was-I can’t describe-I can still feel it!" She was babbling. "Oh, God, Mikey please fuck me!" I was going to argue with that?
I quickly got my pants off-she had already taken the shirt off-and crawled on top of her. And entered her. She started moaning right away.
I looked down. After all this time we had spent together naked, this was almost better. Her black blouse and black bra-both undone-still hung off her shoulders. And her skirt was still on, and bunched up around her waist. I moved in and out of her, and she went fast-I guess she wasn’t kidding about still feeling the tongue bath-as she howled. I was nowhere near, so I kept going.
I noticed her starting to build up again. Right then, I leaned over and started kissing her. She had her legs around my hips, and she wrapped her arms around my neck as I fucked her. On every stroke, I felt her mouth vibrate on mine as she let out a "MMMMMMMMMM!" And then she went again. She grabbed my neck and ground her mouth on mine as she screamed into my mouth. He pussy ground on my dick. Connected at both ends like that, I felt her orgasm all over.
Did I say I was nowhere near? That ended in a hurry! But not before I brought her to another one, still connected mouth-to-mouth and dick-to-pussy.
I’d never passed out from sex. I came damn close that time. I collapsed in a protoplasmic heap beside her.
When I had regained my wits, I looked over to her. She was still wheezing and gaping. Her breasts were flushed and heaving. Her face was flushed, eyes closed, hands bunched into fists. Her lips were swollen-both sets. She was still shuddering.
When her eyes fluttered open, she gazed at me with a look of wonder. "Oh my. What was I missing?"
I just chuckled. "I’m a little surprised that you’d never had that done to you."
"Well, like I said, I sort of shied away from it. Stupid me. But the other part is, hey-not a lot of guys, even in this day and age, will do that. I’ve heard that enough from girlfriends over the years. ‘Expects a blowjob, but won’t give me any’." Then she blinked. "Which I’ve never done for you, come to think about it."
"I don’t mind," I laughed.
"Next time," she promised. "Anyhow, like I said, not all guys will do it. I’ve also heard that some guys will try it, but aren’t very good at it." She shuddered again. "You, my sweet, are very good at it. I have never cum so many times in a row in my life. And so loudly. Jesus, I probably woke up the neighbors."