Archive-name: First/vickie03.txt
Archive-author: Solitaire
Archive-title: Vickie - 3
Wednesday's Child is Loving and Giving
I had made a date with Vickie for the next Friday night when she
would "be ready", as she put it, her period over for another month. We
talked on the phone every night and I was really beginning to fall
deeply in love or in lust. At sixteen, love and lust are part and
parcel of the same emotions, the hormones satisfied with either. On
Wednesday I called her house, but her brother told me that she was
babysitting for a family and that she wasn't there. I had to call back
twice more before Vickie's mother finally answered the phone and gave
me the phone number where she was, her snotty little brother hanging up
on me when I questioned him.
When she answered I asked her where she was. As she described the
Doctor's house, I suddenly realized that it was the house right behind
my own. The houses were separated by a hill and woods, but I often
walked down their driveway when I was headed for the country club where
I caddied for money. She said that the Doctor had called her mother in
a panic. Their regular babysitter had chicken pox and they HAD to be
downtown for a benefit dinner.
I told my parents that I was going over to Blake's house to study
(Blake lived up the street from the Doctor. I inducted his younger
sister, Honey, into the mysteries of sex a few months later. I may
recount that story if there is enough interest in these memories from
my past.) Fortunately, Blake and I had occasionally studied together
before and my parents weren't worried or even surprised by my
statement. I went out the back door and up the hill, my passage
familiar enough that I didn't need a light.
As I approached the Doctor's house, I could see light streaming
from every window on the first floor. Apparently she was going to make
sure no boggie man got her. I peeked in the window and she was sitting
in the living room all alone watching a black and white television (we
didn't get out first TV for another year) with her legs curled up on
the sofa. I tapped gently at the window, and she started, the sound
apparently scaring her.
When she turned and saw my face gleaming whitely in the light from
the room, she seemed to sigh in relief as she ran toward the kitchen,
her bare feet making no noise. As the back door opened, I stood on the
ground at the foot of the steps, fortunately in position to catch her
flying body as she launched it off the stoop, her legs clasping my
waist as her arms encircled my neck.
"You scared me. That house is so creepy. It creaks and groans and
it sounds like someone is walking around. I put the kids to bed an
hour ago, but I keep thinking there's something in there with me."
"Well I'm here now and I won't let anything get you except for me,"
I said as I started pivoting in a circle, the action causing her
ponytail to fly out behind. She put her face in the warm cavity of my
neck as she hung on, her thin legs squeezing my waist as we turned.
Finally, nearly out of breath, I walked her to the stoop where I let
her stand on the bottom step, our heights nearly matched.
She took my face in both hands and kissed me sweetly, her lips
pursed and her tongue lightly ficking out at my lips. I put my hands
on her hips and felt the power of her buttocks as she stood there, our
lips telling each other of the love/lust inside us, the promise of joy
and pleasure to come.
"I want to be naked! I want to feel free. I want to take off all
my clothes and dance in the star light and feel the wind brush my
nipples and tease lightly between my legs," she said as, with a bound,
she leaped off the step into the damp grass and began to unbutton her
shirt, throwing it aside as she twirled, her hair streaming behind her.
She reached down to the side of her bermuda shorts and fiddled there
for a moment before her shorts slid down her legs, leaving her
completely naked as she stepped out of them, dancing away from me into
the darkness.
"Where are your underclothes," I whispered as I frantically picked
up her shorts and shirt, trying to find her in the darkness beyond the
window's light.
"I took them off as soon as I knew you were coming. Don't you love
the feel of air on your body? The touch of night on your nipples? The
breath of air between your legs?" she said as she suddenly appeared as
if in a spotlight, standing in all her glorious nudity in the light
from the kitchen door, her hands in her hair holding it away from her
neck as she danced right up to me, pressing her nakedness against me.
"Take off your clothes. I want to feel your body next to mine. I want
to rub my nipples all over you and touch you and have you touch me. I
want to feel your cock between my legs and your hands on my ass," she
said as I felt her fingers at the buttons of my shirt, swiftly skinning
it from my body as her hands went to the button and zipper on my
shorts, the sound of the metal grating in the night as it spread and
permitted my shorts to fall to my feet.
She knelt before me and grabbed the waistband of my jocky shorts
and pulled them straight down, my cock bobbing up in her face as she
made me pull my feet up so I could step out of the useless clothing.
Giggling, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on my cock as she rose
and clasped herself to my naked body.
Oh God, what a feeling! For the first time in my life I had a
completely naked woman pressing her excitement to my nakedness, her
nipples poking into my chest and her smooth belly squashing my cock
against my own. She twisted her body as we kissed, the action putting
maximum pressure on my shaft as it rotated between our bare skin. I
was so excited that I didn't even pause to consider what would happen
if either of the neighbors decided to look out their windows at the two
naked people illuminated clearly in the evening darkness.
"I want to fuck, but not until Friday. I want us to take our time
and I want the first time to be just right. But I have an idea that
will satisfy both of us. Let me stand on this step and you put your
cock between my legs, letting it slide along my pussy while we kiss."
As she mounted the bottom step her belly and crotch were nearly on
a level with my own. I felt her hand work its way between our bodies
to grasp my cock, pulling it down as she rose on tiptoe and inserted it
between her legs. As her thighs clasped me, I could feel the entire
length of her pussy along the top of my prick, her wetness bathing me
in warmth.
"Don't move. Just enjoy the feeling for a little while. Can you
feel how wet I am? Your big cock is poking completely out in back and
I can feel it all along my pussy. If I spread my legs a little like
this, I can feel it pushing my lips aside and it rubbing on my pussy.
And if I move like this, Ohhhhh, I can feel it on my clit."
When she rubbed her clit against the top of my cock, her hips
started an involuntary movement back and forth, drawing her smooth
wetness across my prick, the tickling sensation driving me to start my
own hunching motion as I forced my cock back and forth, dry fucking her
cunt lips. Her mouth was pressed to mine as she moaned my name into my
throat, her hips rotating and thrusting, increasing the pressures on
her clit as I felt a flood of moisture streaming down my shaft,
dripping onto my balls. Her hips spasmed quickly and I nearly came,
but I managed to hold back just in time, the tickling sensations making
me thrust completely through her legs and hold her hips so she couldn't
put any more pressure directly on my cock head.
Her motions slowed as her body relaxed, her arms sliding down my
back to grab my ass cheeks, mashing me against her as her lips and
tongue continued their duel.
Her head went back, her body supported by her arms as she looked me
in the eye. "Dam'n that was wonderful. I love being naked and free.
Ever since my parents took me to the nudist colony when I was six I've
loved to dance naked in the moonlight. Sometimes, after Mom has gone
to bed, I sneak out of the house and take off my nightie and dance in
our backyard. But I never had something hard and long like you to rub
against my clit. I always have to use my fingers, but I think, from
now on, I'll insist on your hard cock to rub against me when I dance
naked. If I called you, would you come? Would you come over to my
house and dance naked in the backyard with me and let me rub your cock
between my legs?"
Since I hadn't cum, my hips were trying to hunch back and forth,
being imprisoned in her hands as she held us close together. I forced
my mouth on hers as with a growl I started to piston my hips back and
forth, driving my cock between her thighs and along her pussy like a
steam engine. She moaned again and clasped her thighs even tighter,
increasing the pressure on my cock and forcing me harder against her
pussy lips. I remember the sensations as her vaginal fluids gushed out
again, the wetness finally causing me to begin to climax, my sperm
shooting out on the concrete stoop as my legs nearly gave way, my knees
weakened from the orgasm.
We stood there for a few more minutes, my cock starting to soften
as it retracted from her warm, slippery sheath. "Do you think you can
do it again?" she questioned as she felt it retreating. Although I
doubted that I could get it up right away, I knew from experience that
she could make me do things that I had never done before. Just the
question made the retreat pause as my mind considered the possibilities
laid before it. I felt her thighs rubbing back and forth as she rolled
my cock between her legs, her own moisture lubricating the movement.
I felt the swelling start again. My cock was going to do it! It
never got completely soft, but until she started talking and massaging
me with her thighs, I thought that I was finished for a while. As the
swelling increased, I felt it poking up at her cunt as I began to hunch
back and forth, letting the fluids leaking down her thighs provide the
necessary slipperyness.
As my cock got completely hard, she suddenly stopped and stepped
back one step, putting her cunt out of my reach as I staggered with the
suddenness of the move. "What the fuck!" I said as my cock, glistening
with her fluids, poked ineffectually at the air, finding nothing to
caress its need.
"I want to watch you cum. I want to see your cum shoot out of your
cock just like it did. Take your hand and make it cum while I make
myself cum," she said as she took another step up, now two steps and an
eternity from me. Slowly my hand went to my cock and I could feel the
hardness of the muscle under the softness of its outer covering of
skin, drenched with the juices which had gushed from her cunt when she
came. I watched her hands go to her own pussy as, with one she stroked
her clit as the other disappeared further between her legs, her pelvis
tilted toward me as her hands worked their magic.
I couldn't take any more. The thought of what we were doing,
naked in the backyard, masturbating ourselves silly, caused my seed to
spring forth from my balls, rushing up my shaft to erupt in three long,
white strands of cum spurting across the night air to splash against
her leg as she came also, her groans sounding like thunder in my ears.
I softly continued to stroke my softening shaft as she shuddered
through her climax, her head now thrown back in her unconscious search
for pleasure. Her hands slowed and finally stopped, her finger just
barely moving on her clit as she looked at me, saying, "That was good.
Did you enjoy it? I haven't seen anyone cum before and it looked like
fireworks as you shot it at me. You are so good. You make me want to
try things I haven't done before. Maybe Friday we can try some other
things. But you better go now since they're supposed to be home at
9:30 and its nearly that now."
She kissed me sweetly and stepped around me to find her clothes.
She picked them up and walked up the steps completely naked into the
light where anyone could plainly see her. "I'll put them on inside
where my underwear is, but you better get dressed unless you want them
to find you like that."
As the door shut, I finally came out of my reverie and began
frantically searching for my clothes. I never did find my jocky shorts
that night, and I had to come back early the next morning to find them
stuck in a bush where she had thrown them when I stripped. I don't
think the Doctor ever suspected what caused the stains on his kitchen
stoop, and I imagine that the rain finally washed them away, but that
morning there were dark stains where my sperm had exploded onto the
concrete roughness.
As I made my way home on unsteady legs, I wondered what she would
think of next. I didn't have long to wonder. Friday was only two days
off.
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