"I don't want anything out of it. I want your cock in me. I'm refusing unless you agree to ball me." Her voice had taken on a tinge of iron. Bert knew he was nearing the point where the iceberg would thaw entirely. When that happened, Carole would be a sexy, hot chick. Maybe too hot for him to handle, but he certainly wanted the chance!
"I suppose so."
"GODDAMN IT!" she flared. "What's wrong with you? You're not a eunuch! What's wrong with my body? Every guy in school's tried to lay me, and you're the first one who's seemed completely uninterested!"
Bert shrugged. "Not uninterested. I just didn't want to waste my time, then have you back off and leave me to play with myself. You've done it too many times."
"That's a lie!"
"That's the truth," Bert retorted. "I think you're the most beautiful chick I've ever seen. You're the most desirable. I want to fuck you in the worst way possible, but you're not going to screw my head over because of it" Bert's temper abated, and he studied the cheerleader again. She appeared confused at the short speech.
That's ridiculous, Bert." Carole's voice didn't sound like she was convinced that what the boy had told her was pure bunk.
"You're still a virgin."
Carole's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Bert felt drawn into the limitless depths of those twin pools of clear blue, but he refrained from reaching out and touching the seductive blonde for fear of breaking the spell he felt being created.
"What of it?" Carole sounded less sure of herself than anytime since that night of the dance.
Bert lounged back and stared up at the blue sky, thinking how much like Carole's eyes the color appeared. He kept his voice as level as possible, as much like a professor lecturing a class.
"If you're still a virgin that makes my argument all the stronger. You go around with lots of guys. Surely, one of them was worth your cherry. I mink that you're a damned tease that enjoys watching a guy slobber and drool and follow around after you. You lead him on, then dump him just short of actually delivering the goods."
Carole was silent for a moment, then responded, There hasn't been anyone I wanted to ball."
Bert said nothing. He was waiting for the rest of what he knew would follow.
"Bert?" Carole said, a slight catch in her voice. "Bert, I want you more than anything else in the world. I want you to fuck me.
"And," the sexy cheerleader confessed, "you would be the first!"
Bert propped his head up on one hand, his elbow on the ground. All he said was, "Why?"
Carole's temper momentarily flared. "Damn! What's wrong with you? I'm offering you my body!"
"You don't understand at all, do you, Carole? You play the game so much that you don't realize what it means. Screwing isn't something you dangle like a carrot in front of a guy, then whisk away at the last second. Why do you want me? Tell me why you want me when you could have Tony or Cruncher or any of a dozen other guys at school. Why me?"
Carole sat up, her jugs bouncing nicely as she did so. From the position she was seated in, Bert could see the downy mat of her bush, the shadowy well of her navel the valley between the dual delights of her breasts. He just hoped that she couldn't see his hard-on. Not until she had come out and told him, confessed to him, begged him, in short, spilled everything. Bert had to hear her reply, or he knew this would be a one time affair. He wanted their relationship more permanent than that
He realized the affair might die out in a week or a month, but that was later. What he wanted to avoid was fucking her once, then remembering how she had scorned him afterward. If he had her once, he wanted her twice, three times… as many times as the relationship was meaningful to him. And it had to be on his terms, not hers. She had played games too long for him not to ask for some sort of commitment on her part
"Well, Bert, I… I don't know!" She seemed on the verge of crying. I'm not sure, but you're so… so sure of yourself. You always seem to know how to act, how to do everything just right You're not all that good looking, but you attract me so damn much I don't know what I'm going to do if you won't have me!"
Bert glided to his feet then slipped down beside the naked girl. His hand reached out as he said, I'm sure of myself, and you're not. Is that it?"
Carole's body twitched slightly as Bert tweaked down on one of her ruddy nipples. She reached out and gripped the back of the hand and pressed it down hard against her marshmallowy tit She dragged in a deep lungful of air, then exhaled it as she moved his hand in a circular motion over her boob.
"I guess. I don't know. You seem to do everything backwards, and yet you're turning me on like no one else ever has! I hate you, and I love you! You treat me like I'm the lowest scum on the earth, and I want you to fuck me!
"Oh, Bert! I just don't know what's going on inside my head! My mind says 'NO', and my body's saying 'YES!! ' "
The youth stroked along Carole's spine with his other hand, his shoulder resting against the ground. Every vertebra quivered and shook as he slowly outlined it with his fingers. He started at the girl's shoulder blades in the center of the smooth back of satiny flesh and gradually worked down the bony path to her ass. Bert circled each spinal bone and stimulated the spider web of nerves with all the skill of a master masseur.
Carole's skin broke out in goose bumps from the careful attentions Bert was giving her. She moaned, "Yesss, Bert! Yessss!"
The youth did not cease his rotary motions on Carole's bosomy chest; he increased the pressure and grabbed a handful of the creamy white flesh, now crinkly with the goose bumps his massaging techniques were creating. He reveled in the feel of the tit oozing between his fingers, squishing out and around like modeling clay.
The teenager didn't want to redo Carole's tit. He liked it as it was. But playing with the firm, yet yielding and incredibly fine tit was a thrill Bert had only dreamed he would ever be allowed to experience.
Now, he wasn't being allowed to fondle the blonde's boobs, he was telling her he would.
And she was begging him to do it!
The photographer's journey down the girl's back continued as the hand on her chest found the pebbly button of an aroused tit. Bert circled and looped around and around until he came to the end of Carole's spinal column. There was a treasure he had oft thought of, also.
Her round, pert and perky buttocks seemed to call out to the explorer of virgin territory.
Bert was learning to never resist temptation. He had found it might never come his way again; also, never do things in moderation. Moderation was for monks. He was alive, he had a life to live, and he was going to live it to the fullest! Carole was going to be the first step in that philosophy and he'd make sure they both enjoyed it if he had to fuck her all day and into the night!
The probing hand slipped into the humid, damp crease of Carole's ass. The cheeks of her buttocks spread apart the tiniest amount. With her in a sitting position, it was difficult to thrust an entire hand into that wondrous crevice. Bert lifted Carole's nipple in an upward arc that carried her body back onto the blanket to Be alongside him.
The cheerleader was on her back, his hand trapped under her ass. Bert pulled gently forward and tipped Carole so that she faced him. He freed his imprisoned hand and immediately moved it to her tits. His right hand lobbed over her body and began delving into the crack that his other hand had prematurely quitted. The moist crevasse excited him, made his cock begin to throb with ill-suppressed longing to be buried inside Carole. Bert refused to rush, however. This was his fantasy come true. His wet dream made solid and real.
Carole van der Hoff's first cock was going to be his! And Bert Ellis would not just cram his prick into her, no matter how much his body cried out for him to do just that. He'd take his time. He'd explore every inch of her marvelously curvaceous and sexy body, he'd sate his appetite for handling her body, then he'd give his cock the berth it screamed for with every pulse beat.