The Summer of Last Resort (4 page)

I reached over and grabbed him around the waist, and then worked my hands over his smooth, soft skin, under his shirt. I pulled it off and pressed him back, and then my trembling lips were kissing his neck, his throat, and then chest as he had done, and explored lower, kissing each firm young muscle on his abdomen, and pausing just where he had unbuttoned his jeans. I could feel his young flesh quivering under my mouth and his taut young belly rising and falling quickly as his breathing became rapid and shallow. I could feel his hands caressing my back, and now back as I stared at his erection now straining against the soft white fabric of his cotton briefs. My hands were shaking as I gently let my index finger stroke his oh-so-soft head. Mmm! His hands reached up as if to free himself as my mouth neared him, but again I felt a wave of anxiety.

I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took a swig straight from it, and then I teased him into another swig. He took it straight, and then before he could swallow I kissed him deeply and he let the fire burn both of our throats. I felt his tongue exploring ne, is hands down on my ass inside my panties, caressing my large round buttocks. I pulled away from him and held the bottle back and told him that if he takes another shot, he can get to the next base, and hid it behind me, and then he made a lunge for me, leaving his pants around his ankles. Suddenly, somehow, he was above me and had me spread open on the floor. I could feel his thighs hot against mine, forcing me open, and he looked down at my big body and I felt a moment of shame, but then I saw the fire in his eyes as he caressed me with his burning hot gaze, and I pulled my t-shirt up for him and then pulled him to me! God, he felt so good! I could feel his cock caressing my pussy through my now soaked-through panties. I felt myself opening up for him down there, swelling with desire. He reached down and pulled himself out and suddenly I felt his fingers nudging my panties aside and then his member was there, soft and hot against my outer folds. No! Oh, Shane, wait, you sweet boy, I can’t do this ... I was just scared, I really should have had him. Why did I deny him then?

I reached down and grabbed the base of his member and pulled him away from me, and, then, kneeling with him, I gave him a deep French kiss while at the same time I gently squeezed it. It was smooth and perfectly shaped, with a little curve upwards near the end, a little like a happy dog’s tail. I could feel him throbbing uncontrollably and then all of a sudden he reaches down to stop me, but just then something hot and clear runs out of him and down over my hand . “Oh, god!” He cried. Is there something wrong? Is this how he cums? I thought to myself (later Kim told me about pre-cum). Shocked, I pulled my hand away, but he quickly pulled me close again and kissed me deeply, passionately, and then he was shaking, so I pushed him away. I think I was a little afraid, but really turned on.

“Shane?” I asked him in a hoarse whisper, “I want you to do something for me.”

He answered OK and I told him to turn away from me and take off his clothes. Then I quickly went and got my sketchbook and a towel and told him to lie down on the floor, on the towel.. He knows I like to sketch people, but I’d never done anything like this. I said he can’t look me in the eye when I’m sketching. He has such a fine, cute ass, that little cutie! It was hard to sketch him, I was shaking! He was so hard, I’m surprised he didn’t just stroke it himself. I definitely was touching myself! My god, I was so wet! Why? He used to be a skinny little wimpy kid, what was happening to me? Maybe he just needed a good fuck and that turned me on, seeing him so aroused by me that he lost control, knowing that I have that power over a man. Yeah, it turns me on having that power.

As I was sketching him, it seemed like I needed to adjust how his hair sat, so I had to run my fingers through it, and he had to lie there. His breathing now came deep and smoothly. I needed the light just so on his back, so I had to reach down and caress those sensuous round hips, and then I needed to see those cute firm little ass cheeks, so I had to cup each one in my hand.. and then squeeze it a little. Of course that meant that I found myself caressing his cheeks more than sketching, he turned over and gazed at me deeply in the eye, and then pulled me close and kissed me so tenderly that my knees felt weak. Why? What was this? I didn’t love him. Did I. But I couldn’t deny what I was feeling.

He set my sketchpad down and then I felt his hand reach down slowly for me and then his palm was on my sex. I was embarrassed about how hot and wet I was, but then of course some of THAT was him! Even that seemed to arouse me and I could feel his index finger sliding between my labia through my panties. I gasped and grabbed his wrist.

His thumb then slipped down inside the front of my panties. He kept stroking me, with my hand still holding my wrist. Slowly he pressed my hand down more and more firmly until his thumb brushed against the tender fuzz of my bush. With his other hand we was caressing my round, firm breasts, all the while our young tongues were eagerly exploring the sensation of soft warmth in another person. As he pressed once more against me he slipped his whole hand, palm up, inside my panties and then he pushed me down and I felt myself opening my legs for him.

I could feel his warm, soft fingers exploring deep into the dense, wet undergrowth of my secret forest. The pungent odor of hot, young sex filled the room. My lips were warm, moist, and swollen as his fingers delicately parted those damp folds and made their way down into that secret passage where I longed to be touched.  I was amazed to find that I was already so wide open for him. His fingers slipped inside me and I thought about those finger being the ones I had held so many times, just recently, even as kids. My mind flashed back like a movie in a quick cut session of Shane walking me hand in hand to school on the first day, then Shane leading me to a secret field were we used to steal apples, Shane’s hand on mine after I fell off my bike, and meanwhile those were now ministering to me as a woman opening me like a flower to his tender attentions. I started rocking against his hand as his fingers caressed the spongy flesh just inside.

“Don’t stop” I moaned, and then the hand that was holding his wrist on it’s own volition, like a traitor, gently moved over his hand and started rhythmically guiding it in and out of me. My hips also rebelled and then pelvis rocked in time with his hand which was now gently pressing rhythmically into me and I could feel his forearm hot against my thigh.

He then leaned over and eagerly took my large, hard nipples into his mouth, gently rolling the nipple between his lips, now sucking it, now licking the tip. Fire was coursing through my veins.

With my other hand I reached back around behind him and again squeezed the firmness of his young, rounded buttocks, pulling him in with each stroke. He was kissing me deeply now and I felt his arousal building like a steam boiler within him. I thought of Keith’s beautiful soft lips, and then Shane’s and then Keith’s strong, firm abdomen, and then the electric touch of Shane’s mouth on my neck and a thousand other flashes or sexual intensity. Suddenly I felt my traitorous body tense, it’s rhythm increase, and my breath go shallow and panting. Faster and faster I pressed our hands into myself, my hand firm over his, and then all of a sudden I felt energy radiating from my center and then waves of contraction as I orgasmed onto Shane’s hand. He kept up his rhythm as another and yet another wave crashed over me, and then I could feel his hard, wet shaft hot against my skin , and then I was on my back and he was on top of me, spreading me open and then with one quick, strong move he ripped my panties off. I lay there panting, my pussy still throbbing from coming on Shane’s hand.

I told him that I couldn’t - I wanted to save myself for Keith (I kept THAT to myself) Even if Kim was his girlfriend, I was still going to have him... somehow. Maybe a threesome??? Wow!

He pushed me down and then straddled me, my body was now open for him, but I had a quick flash of my mom coming home and finding us. Jesus, what time is it?

I told him he has to get up and get his pants on, and all the while I could feel the heat and hardness his member at my entrance. I looked down and saw his manhood pointed at me twitching in anticipation of a good fuck. My god, I wanted that cock in me now! I pulled him down to me and felt the sweat on his bare chest against my breasts. Our hearts were racing as I pushed up against him and let his cock slip over the wet outer folds of my pussy. My clit was sensitive and I felt, oh, too much! He pressed it down and his head was now gently stroking my tender swollen bud. I reached around and cupped his ass and pulled him to me more vigorously and then suddenly he was entering me, but I quickly pushed him off, and his manhood sprung out with a slurp from my juices.

He looked at me deeply in the eyes and I could feel them penetrating me as he had done - my boy had become a man, and he was going to have me, and I knew then that I was going to give myself to him, and he reached around and with surprising strength lifted me up and I felt the delicious hotness of his tip at my entrance, but Damn!!! before he could plunge into me we heard the car drive up, and so I quickly made him leave thru the back door and I hid the booze and my sketchbook under the couch.

SHANE:

My thick rod was deep inside Maria when she climaxed again on me, and that set me off and I felt myself shooting deep within her, again and again, until I was spent, and I collapsed on top of her and we held each other in the pale blue light, panting for breath.

Suddenly a pair of car headlights painted the room through the little cracks in the drapery. “Oh my God, you've got to get out of here! - quick - through the slider.”  I grabbed my clothes and beat a hasty retreat to the back yard and she slid the door shut quickly, and I heard her bed door close as I crouched in the bushes behind the house, in the darkness. Shortly thereafter I heard footsteps in the gravel... two pairs of footsteps from the sound of it.  Her mom and her boyfriend, no doubt, and, in hindsight, I'm sure the smell of sex was thick in the room. Maybe they couldn't tell because of their own heavy scent, I don't know. I know I should have hightailed it out of there, but I just couldn't. The house was only a one-story rambler, with a couple bedrooms, and Maria's bedroom was on one side, and theirs on the other. I listened in the dark for that parental yelling that every teenager knows, but it never came. They had, of course, turned on the lights when they came in, but Maria had made it back into the bedroom. I saw the lights go back off, and then the blue glow of the TV extinguish as they clicked it off. A light went on in the master bedroom, and then off again, and there was silence.

I don't know how long I waited in the dark, but my heart was pounding. Something primal forced me to stand there in the cool summer evening, hiding in the dark, my wet member still hot and hard in my jeans, my shirt clumped in my hand.

I slowly made my way outside Maria's window, and did my best to peek around a corner of the window shade. In the darkness I could see she had her ear to the door of her bedroom. I tapped on the glass, and she spun, shocked, and looked in my direction. She turned on a reading light beside her bed and cautiously crept toward the window. Seeing it was me, she scowled and waved me away. I motioned instead for her to open the window.

I stood my ground, and eventually she slid the window open a crack and hissed “you've got to get out of here”.  I could still smell of sex on her, this time mine mixed with her own, and her own wonderful perspiration.

“What are they doing?”

“I think they're fucking”

There was a long pause

“I want you”.

“Go away.”

There was another long pause, and we looked at each other intently. She closed the window, and closed the blinds. 

I didn't know what to do, but the fire was still there in us, in me, as strong as ever. Unconsciously, I reached down into my pants and felt the hard stirrings of my young manhood.  She turned out the light.

A few minutes passed, and then the blinds opened a crack, and I pressed up to the glass, listening, watching for anything.

A few more minutes, and a faint light went on in the room. It was a kid's night light, the kind you plug into a wall socket.

Then I saw her lying on her back on the bed, wearing only those same wet panties and bra. Her hands slowly went up to her breasts and started kneading them, first the left, then the right. She arched her back and raised her legs, and then slowly lowered and then spread them wide open. Then, she looked straight at me, although she couldn't see me, and put one hand on her pussy over her panties, and with the other hand, she pantomimed as if she had a cock and was jerking off. She faced me and nodded.  It made me so hot, I had to pull my pants down and my member sprang free from its damp enclosure.

I put down my shirt and pulled my pants and briefs down to my ankles and knelt on the cool grass facing Maria. I took my manhood in my hands and started stroking myself slowly in time with her. I couldn't tell if she could see me or not, but I fantasized that she was watching me like I was her porn star, and soon I could barely touch myself without going over the edge.