Ellen hurried into the kitchen. Waiting for her next day off was pure agony! But that dildo was better than using her fingers all the time.
CHAPTER THREE
"You sure got great legs," Al Hood murmured in Cindi's ear, his left arm tightening around her bare waist.
"Well, don't get too carried away," Cindi giggled, yielding to him.
Dotti Fancher had invited Cindi to stay all night, and Cindi had not been surprised to find that Dotti had invited a couple of guys from school to have a swim party at the Fancher pool. Helene, Dotti's divorcee mother, would not let her pretty daughter go out, but it was okay to have dates at the house now and then.
The four were on the dark back lawn behind the Fancher pool area. Dotti had sneaked beach blankets from the house, and after an hour or so of swimming Cindi knew it was time for fooling around. She was flattered by Al's remarks. He and Dotti's date, Carl Wells, were on the varsity football team, and were agreeably handsome. Cindi had a beach robe around her, but Al's left arm was inside it.
On the other blanket a few yards away, Dotti and Carl were necking up a storm. The moon was full, with visibility better than Cindi would have liked. However, she was curious about Dotti, who said she put out if the guy wore a rubber. Cindi had already decided she was not going to go the route with Al, but a few feels wouldn't kill her. He had quite a reputation, and so did Carl.
"Ah, come on, Cindi," Al breathed, his mouth searching for her lips. His right hand lifted to her bikini halter, and she pushed it away. While horsing around in the pool earlier, he had touched her a few times, once on the pussy, but she had swum out of his reach.
I should be getting a little, like Dotti, finding out about guys and sex, she thought, but all I have on my mind is John! He's probably fucking Wendy again. Ohhhh, shit! I like Carl better than Al. He acts a lot smoother. The lump in his swim trunks is bigger!
Well, she didn't want to cheat Al out of a few feels. Plenty of chicks at school would spread out for him, rubber on or not! Cindi turned her head and let Al take her lips. When his playful hand found her titties, she didn't draw his fingers back this time. He trembled, his mouth burrowed into her spreading lips. His hand on her boobs felt pretty damn good.
"Ohhh, you animal!" came Dotti's excited giggle. They were now lying on the other blanket, squirming around.
For a few seconds, Cindi imagined John was kissing her, and she flicked her tongue into Al's mouth. His eager fingers lifted her bikini halter and cradled her left tit in his hand. His male aroma was delicious. Cindi's nipple stiffened, but suddenly she knew she was going too far.
Swerving her mouth away, she jerked Al's hand from her boobs. "No, Al."
"Hey, it isn't gonna hurt, Cindi."
"I don't fuck on a first date," she whispered. And not you, ever!
He jerked away, obviously really pissed off. "I heard you were a cocktease. Who you saving it for?"
"None of your damn business!" she flared.
"Well, screw you, baby," he muttered. He rose to his feet and walked away toward the pool and the dressing rooms, where he had left his clothes.
Cindi bit her lip, almost hating herself, but the truth was deep inside her. She was saving her maidenhead for her own father. Her lips and nipple still tingled, and her clit was itchy. She had been turned on in spite of herself.
"What happened?" Dotti asked.
"Oh, he tried to rush me. I'll split for home now, Dotti."
"Ah, come on over here, honey," Dotti giggled. "We can still have a lot of fun."
Cindi shivered. Dotti had said she and another chick had dated a guy the week before at a drive-in theater. He had taken turns with them in the back of his van. Cindi had figured it was all bullshit, but maybe her plump sexpot friend was actually telling it the way it was.
"Hey, you're sure welcome, Cindi," Carl said from the shadows. "You've got class. I didn't think Al was gonna make it."
Cindi suddenly remembered part of Dotti's conversation about the deal at the drive-in. It was real groovy watching another chick get fucked, she had said. It had really turned her on! Her beautiful mother, Helene, now divorced, was a native of France, where women were supposed to be excellent at screwing. Helene got tremendous alimony payments, and she had another, older daughter at home in addition to Dotti. Lenna Fancher was really something to look at. She was taking a modeling course at Santa Barbara U.
It was now either go home and play with her pussy again or stick around and join Dotti and Carl Wells. Cindi did like Carl much better than Al, but two girls and one guy sounded lesbian and kinky.
"Okay, I guess I can try it," Cindi said, trembling. She moved over to the other blanket, seeing that Dotti's bikini was already gone and Carl's swim trunks had vanished. She could not see his prick, but Dotti's hand was between his legs. She was already holding it.
"Heavvvy!" Dotti cooed. "He's got a whole box of rubbers, so you don't have to worry, honey."
Cindi recalled she had told Dotti a big lie about losing her cherry to a skillful man about her father's age, really laying it on, so now Dotti expected her to put out as she had supposedly done before.
The scene was stimulating! Carl was kissing Dotti again, his right hand between her thighs, playing along the bare flesh. Soon he was holding her dark cunt bush. The moonlight revealed Dotti's fingers on Carl's rigid cock, the first live one Cindi had ever seen. It looked to be about six inches long with a rather big knob. Her clit began to really ache. This was real, raw sex!
I can split for home any second, Cindi thought, shuddering. But I do want to see them fuck! She's so right about what it does for a pussy. Mine is just burning. I guess this is why two girls date one guy. But it's still dirty! I'll stay till he goes off in her and then I'll leave!
Dotti Fancher was having more thrills than usual when a guy was ready to enter her. She had lied to Cindi about the drive-in threesome, although her own date had humped her in the back of his van. But she had always wanted to try it with another girl present, trading the stud back and forth, and this was the nearest thing to it she had ever managed. Also wanting to make it with Cindi, this could be the big opener. That neat, long-legged blonde was sexier than hell!
Dotti's first fuck over a year earlier had been very disappointing. The kissing and fooling around was a lot more fun. When a guy got it in her, she acted as if she was really grooving, but she had never climaxed on a prick-or a pussy, either. She even had to work real hard to hit one by herself.
"Feels like your cock is good and ready, stud!" she giggled, making sure Carl had the rubber over his rigid prick. She watched Cindi sink to her knees near Carl, staring as if she were really hot to go.
"Yeahhh," Carl muttered, rising between Dotti's legs. She opened her plump thighs way out, guiding his cockhead to her pussy. The guys sure got excited about her. Maybe it was her large-sized tits. Carl shook as if he had a high fever.
To enjoy dating and be popular a girl had to put out! Al had sure cut the scene fast when he discovered Cindi wasn't going to fuck. This was what the handsome guys demanded. If they couldn't get it from Cindi, it would be some other chick. The competition was just murder.
"Uhhhh!" Carl moaned, starting to insert his dick into her cunt. "Jeeeeee-sus!"
"Ohhhh, heavvvvy!" Dotti breathed. His prick was a little larger than some she had tried, but she was putting on her feelings. It was almost like in the back of the van at the drive-in movie-nothing really sensational, though having Cindi present was different.