Chapter 3

Regina’s Place -- 8PM

Truth be told, I was nothing if not a sixteen year-old horn-dog. Less than three hours earlier I had boinked a mother and daughter I’d gone home and showered their love juices off me, had dinner with my mother, talked for twenty minutes about the mother- daughter romp with Stephie on the phone and dressed for a date with Reggie—casually since her parents were out—and Stephie told me what Reggie was expecting from me.

Yeah, I was a horn-dog all right.

Reggie was more likely to be called ‘cute’ than ‘hot’, but that was certainly no insult. She had an energetic smile and a delightful laugh. Her big green eyes lit up her face, and her brown hair was usually tied in pigtails. She was of average height and just a tad overweight, but a lot of that came from the shapely pair of D-cups ornamenting her chest. Her ass was also a little plump: once again--certainly no insult. She was the kind of girl a guy could date, or just be friends with, but the trick was to get the best of both worlds.

We met at a fast-food place for a quick bite, and then drove back to Reggie’s place. We made conversation about everything but what was foremost in our minds—sex.

We sat there talking and drinking beer, for another hour. Neither of us drank much, but we were getting looser, flirtier, and touchier with each other. Only a small table lamp was on, so the room was dark, adding something of a romantic ambiance to the room.

Finally, the topic turned in a wild new direction with Regina suddenly confessing, “This is fun,” she said, laughing and patting my knee. “Usually I hate meeting new guys.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because of these,” she said, pointing at her breasts and laughing. “I mean, they’re the only reason most guys want to talk to me, and I hate that. I hate it because it’s all they want---well, they want more, of course, but my boobs are up front, you know, and that’s all they think about.”

“I don’t understand---you have a boyfriend, right? I mean, so what about him?”

“No,” she said with a wave of her hand. “That’s why I have a make believe boyfriend.”

“What?”

“I know. It’s shows how completely insecure I am. But I don’t like building relationships on first impressions. So I told the girls in school that I going out with this older guy---he’s like twenty-two and in college, so I can’t show him off. We, umm, meet on weekends and not every weekend, so I keep the kids in school guessing, you know?”

“Why?” I asked, it sounded crazy to me; hadn’t she asked me over? Why me?

“So what do you think I like you for?” I asked with a smile.

“You’re always pleasant. You talk to me---I mean to me and not at my boobs. Oh, I know you check them out, but everyone does that. Even most of the girls check them out, especially after PE, you know?”

“You mean in the showers?”

“Oh, yeah! By the way, with all this talk about them, would you like to see them?”

I put my arm around her shoulders, “Of course I would, but there’s no hurry is there?”

“Howie, did I hear you right?”

“Umm, I said there’s no rush is there, I mean we could kiss a little and cuddle first, you know?”

“Oh, I knew there was something different about you!”

“Really?”

“You seemed different this week. I mean, you’ve always been nice, but if I’m gonna be honest, you were kind of a dweeb, you know? I can’t put my finger on it, but you’ve changed, or have you always been so ... so...”

“Look, Reggie, I’ll tell you a secret since you’ve been open with me.”

“Oh ... I love secrets!” she gushed and pressed her breast into my arm.

“Two weeks ago I was a virgin.” Okay so it was less than a week, but two weeks let me put some distance on it.

Reggie’s hand closed down on my thigh. “Really?”

“Yeah ... but it happened, I mean I met this woman and she showed me the ropes, you know?”

“She taught you everything?”

“I’m not quite sure about everything, but yeah, she taught me a lot, that’s for sure.”

“Can you ... show me?”

I groaned and shoved my fingers into her hair. My other hand swept down her back to curve over her rear. I pressed her to me, rubbing her firmly against my erection.

Reggie closed her eyes at the sensation, pulling her mouth from mine to explore the line of my jaw with her lips. She kissed my throat and nuzzled my chin while I discovered a sensitive spot behind her ear that made her shudder.

“More.” She breathed the single word against my cheek and dragged her lips back to meet mine. I sent my tongue into her willing mouth, caressing and exploring her teeth, gums and of course her tongue.

I felt her hands sweeping over the muscles of my back, revealing her desire to touch every part of me.

We shifted position and discovered we could now see ourselves reflected in a large mirror across the room. Reggie blinked at the image staring back at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen and pink. Her eyes had a wild look about them. I had wrapped an arm around her waist and caused her D-sized breasts to jut upward.

“I ... I’ve never known I look like this,” she said, breathing hard.

“I ... I look at you and see a beautiful woman, Reggie.”

She sighed and leaned her head against my shoulder. “When you look at me like that, I feel beautiful.”

I decided it was time to kiss her and did. Reggie melted into my arms, the kiss went on and on, with me nibbling at her lower lip then opening my mouth and covering hers as we tried to devour one another. My hand went under her blouse and around her back to fiddle with the clasp on her bra. I couldn’t undo it, it was too much for me under the circumstances and Reggie came to the rescue, opening it and pulling the wispy material from her D-sized boobs.

The filtered evening light in her living room slanted across her torso, seeming to pronounce and deepen the natural shadows. Her breasts were fuller, heavier than I’d imagined; the nipples even more prominent. I just looked at them for a full minute in utter admiration. She took the opportunity to rid herself of the blouse and sat there half nude next to me, with a look of expectancy on her face.

Was I supposed to complement them? Is the Pope a Catholic?

“They are fucking gorgeous, Reggie,” I managed to get out, and was rewarded by her lifting one up and bringing it to my mouth.

“Suck it for me, Howie, Please suck it for me.”

I did just that, and I can still recall the initial feeling of those tiny pebbled goosebumps on her areola as my tongue swirled over them—and the rubbery texture of the turgid nipple itself as I nibbled and even bit down on it as Reggie moaned delightedly.

“OHHHHH, SOOOO NICE!”

I recall massaging the other breast with one hand and trying to open her jeans with the other, only to fail in that task as I had with the clasp of her bra.

I made a mental note to have my sister teach me the basic rudiments of opening a woman’s bra that weekend, and then, as before, Reggie came to my assistance and opened the fly to her jeans, raising her hips and allowing me to work them down several inches and exposing the top of her panties to my eyes.

“The other one ... PLEASE!”

Dutifully I switched nipples, and suckled like a babe in its mother’s arms, pleasing Reggie no end. Some minutes later, she gently worked the teat from my mouth and whispered, “Do you wanna do it now?”

I looked down at the almost invisible hairs on her belly now highlighted in the diffused lighting. Reggie raised her hips and wriggled her jeans down to her knees. It was as far as she could maneuver them without getting up from the couch we were using at the time.

My mind was about as far from thinking about my dick as it would ever be, for at this point I could discern the soft, curly down of her pubic hair. Her belly curved smoothly in a soft arc to the shadowy darkened region between her thighs. In my mind’s eye, I could see that her rich chestnut pubic hair, while not extensive, was thick, full and curly. I was delighted and tormented and excited, all at once.

Then, looking at the crotch of her panties, I saw a wet spot. She was getting wet, and I was responsible!

I slipped my hand inside my pants to adjust my dick, noisily sucking air between my teeth. It was all hard and caught, bent awkwardly in my Jockey’s. She stopped to watch me. I misunderstood and kept my hand and my manhood inside my Jockey’s.

“Howie?”

I didn’t answer for I didn’t know what to say, even though I didn’t know what her question was going to be.

“Howie?” she said more forcefully, requiring an answer.

“Yes, Reggie?”

She giggled. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

Doctor? She wanted to play Doctor? Well why not it seemed like a move in the right direction and I apparently had stalled for the moment.

Later, Reggie would to tell me that she knew exactly what she was doing and what I was doing. She was very aware, very excited and more, thrilled and scared at the same time. She wanted to escalate matters, but it just had to be in a way she could square with her hypertrophied sense of morality ... it just isn’t so if you don’t admit it.

“Umm, okay,” I said after a long moment.

The next fifteen seconds were filled with hasty movements and breathtaking glances by both of us.

My dick sprang from its confinement and slapped my belly, drawing an excited gasp from Reggie.

With her eyes riveted on my erection, Reggie fumbled the removal of her panties---not that it mattered to me; I was completely mesmerized by the entire unveiling of her pussy.