Chapter 9

Everybody came home just after dark, and Erin was bubbling about the weekend. She loved Disneyland and said the new house was ‘really neat’. I asked Mom how it was coming along, and she said that it should be ready in a few weeks. We talked about Tammy, and they said that Ben had set her up in a very nice apartment not far from UCLA, and that she was looking into some classes. She was going to take a few days to get organized, and then she was starting a job at one of Ben’s companies.

Mom asked me about my weekend. I figured that I’d better tell her and Kate about Della and Sam, so I said that they came over together, and that Della had said that she needed some time to herself, and that Sam and I would be seeing each other for a while. Kate and Mom looked at each other and both shrugged. We all I watched TV till about 10, and went to bed.

I was sleeping soundly when Desi woke me. “You broke up with Della.”

“Yes.”

“And now you’re with Sam?”

“Yes.”

“What about me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know that I love you.”

“Yes, and I like you a lot, but it’s not love.”

“But you fucked me!”

I was beginning to get a little worried. “You forced me to, Desi.”

“Didn’t you like it?”

“Of course, I liked it. You were wonderful.”

“I think that Bobby wants to fuck me.”

“I don’t blame him, you’re beautiful.”

“Should I let him?”

“That’s up to you.”

“Would you be jealous?”

My head was spinning, looking for the right answers.

“You are still very young, and he lives here in town. Aren’t you worried about people finding out?”

“You didn’t answer me. Would you be jealous?”

“Well, sure I would, but I would understand if it made you happy.”

“Hah! I knew it. You do love me!”

She gave me a huge hug, and started taking her pants off.

“Desi, what are you doing?”

“I don’t have one of those rubber things, so I want you to show me some other stuff”

I watched while she got naked, then she said, “Take your shorts off.”

I didn’t really want to do this, but I lost my resolve seeing her naked.

She reached over and tugged at my shorts, so I let her slide them off.

My penis was standing straight up.

“I want to give you a hand job.”

Shocked, I said, “Where did you learn about that kind of stuff?”

“The kids at school are always talking about it.”

She had hold of me, and my resistance was completely gone by this time.

She asked lots of questions. I showed her how to be gentle and told to use some spit on it to make it slick, so she spit in her hand. It was starting to feel good, and I told her that it would feel great to me if she licked it.

She said “Eeeyu!”

I smiled to myself as I watched her.

Here was a beautiful girl, sitting cross-legged on my bed.

She’s totally naked, she has my penis in her hand and she’s intently staring at it with a serious look on her face, while she learns how to jack me off.

I almost laughed out loud.

It kept getting dry, so finally she leaned forward and put her mouth on the tip of it and spit some saliva on it.

She looked up at me and said, “Is this a blowjob?”

I did laugh out loud, and she sat back with an angry look on her face. “You’re making fun of me!”

I put my arms around her and nuzzled her neck “I’m not making fun of you. Let me show you what things can be like. I’ll do some things to you and you’ll see what I mean.”

I pushed her on her back and told her to lie still. I started at her neck and kissed down and around her breasts. I kissed her nipples and sucked on them and she began to shake, then she suddenly sat up and stopped me.

“I know what you’re doing and I love it, Pete, but I need to know what to do to YOU! And we have to hurry, cause I sneaked out tonight and I don’t have much time.”

I said, “OK, then pretend that you’re doing this to me.” I put my hand between her legs and touched her clit. I took it, and the folds of skin beside it, between my thumb and index finger and stroked it. She stared wide-eyed at me while I was doing it, and she began to get wet and move back and forth against my hand. She took my penis in her hand and stroked along with me. I increased the speed as it felt better to me, and she did too. She kept spitting into her other hand and applying it to me. I could feel her getting ready, and suddenly she stopped stroking me, shuddered, and fell back on the pillow with a huge smile on her face.

She looked over at me after a minute. My penis was a steel rod in her hand and she bent forward and put her mouth on it and started sucking me. She pulled back as I came, and some of it landed on her face and in her hair. She was frowning and spitting as she wiped it off on my t-shirt.

“Gee,” she said, “Does it always do that?”

“We’ll, you do it too.”

“Yeah, but not so much.”

“Guys are different.”

She started putting her clothes on. “I gotta get home before they miss me.”

She got up to leave, and came over and kissed me, then she bent down, kissed my penis, and ran out the door.

MONDAY

Monday was a busy day at work.

I kissed Sam hello when I got there, but I wasn’t able to talk to her till noon. Mom had packed me a lunch, and I was sitting on the fender of my car eating when Sam walked up. Her face looked troubled. I asked what was wrong, and she said, “Kate called Dad and asked if you could have two days off, and he said that you could.”

I told her that I didn’t know anything about it and would let her know as soon as I did. I called the house but nobody answered. I asked Kate when I got home.

“I have to buy some horses. There is a sale going on in Scottsdale. I want to rent a plane and you can fly me there. We’ll fly up one morning and come back the next day. I have some friends there and we can stay with them”

“But I can’t fly passengers, Kate.”

“I know. I’m a licensed pilot and I just don’t want to go alone. Plus I’d like your help picking the horses out. Ed Killian says that we can use his 182. It’s beautiful plane, and I bet you’d love to fly it.”

She was right. Killian’s 182 is a great plane. It has every radio and instrument known, and the engine is brand new. I’d been itching to fly it, and Kate wasn’t considered a passenger because she was a licensed pilot, so I could do the actual flying. I called Sam and told her what the trip was about, and told her that we would spend all our time together when I got back. We talked for a long time, and she started telling me about the upcoming school year. I think it was at that moment the fact that I was actually leaving Cantil hit me, and I thought about it late into the evening.

TUESDAY

I rode to the airport with Kate the next morning. She was dressed in a wraparound skirt and a light jacket. The jacket was zipped up halfway, and it showed some cleavage. She smiled when she saw me looking. I did a thorough preflight and we took off, then headed east. A Cessna 182 is and a great flying plane. It’s relatively fast and very easy to fly. A properly trimmed plane once established will fly with only occasional control inputs. We were about 15 minutes out at 7500 feet, and I was enjoying the day, when I glanced over and noticed Kate smiling and watching me. I looked ahead, and she was slowly pulling the jacket zipper down when I looked back. The jacket fell open she had nothing on under it.

Kate has magnificent breasts. They are as shapely as any I ever saw. They are creamy, firm, and don’t have a mark on them. Her areolas and nipples are large and are positioned high. You would swear that they belonged to a young girl. She sat watching me, and began touching herself. She ran her fingertips over her nipples till they were sticking out hard and firm. Then she began to caress her breasts. She would cup them in her hands, and then lightly drag her fingers over the tops. I was getting so hard that it hurt.

I kept alternately glancing at the instruments, looking out of the window then back at her. She was watching me the whole time, then she did something that amazed me. She bent her head, pulled one breast up, took the nipple in her mouth, ran her tongue around it, and then she put her lips on it and suckled herself.

The areola and nipple were engorged, and her breast glistened with her saliva when she leaned back. I squirmed in the seat. I was so hard that I was uncomfortable. She reached over and unzipped me, and I was standing straight up as hard as I could be when she took me out. She sat back, unsnapped her skirt, and folded it back. She was now completely naked, and fully exposed. The sunlight through the windows lit her entire body.

She slightly opened her legs, and there were beads of moisture on the hair around her sex. I reached over and tried to touch her, but she waved my hand away. She put one finger, then another inside herself, and moved them around. They were slick when she brought them out, and she held them up for me to see, then she put them in her mouth and licked them clean. She never took her eyes off me, and I was getting almost painfully horny. She put her fingers back inside herself and she smeared her fluids on and around her pussy when she brought them out this time. She took my right hand and put it on her. Her pussy was hot, and the hair around it was matted and very slick. She rubbed my fingers around and got them wet, then she pushed my fingers inside her. My hand was covered with her juices when she brought it out, and the odor of her arousal was filling the plane’s cockpit. She put my hand to her mouth and smelled it, then she stuck her tongue out and licked my palm.

I couldn’t help myself. I came! I spurted all over the control wheel and onto the dash. She stopped what she was doing, and watched me as I took a rag and cleaned things up, then I checked the compass and altitude and did a quick radio check. I was still on course.

Then she did an odd thing. We had fastened our seatbelts when we first got into the plane. I still had mine fastened, but she had unbuckled hers. She pulled it back around her waist and buckled it, then she leaned close to me and said, “Listen carefully. I want you to pull the plane into a gentile climb. I want you to pull back hard when I say ‘now’, and then immediately push the nose over.”

Curious, I did as she asked, and pulled back on the wheel. The plane went into a climb, and she started on herself again. One hand was massaging her breasts and squeezing her nipples. The other was massaging her clit and every so often she would dip her fingers inside. She began rubbing faster and faster. She started writhing in the seat after a minute. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and the hand on her breasts was pinching and pulling on her nipples. The hand on her sex was a blur and the expression on her face got intense, and she suddenly shouted, “NOW.”

I pulled back on the yoke. Centrifugal force pressed our bodies against the seats for moment, then I pushed the yoke forward and we were suddenly weightless. My stomach was up in my throat and my whole body felt suspended in space. Kate’s body went rigid; she let out a blood-curdling scream, and her juices spilled from between her fingers as she came. I was astonished!

The plane was now in a steep dive, but I quickly brought it back to level flight, and sat staring at her. She collapsed onto the seat and lay there for a minute with her eyes closed. Then she looked at me. “What’s your altitude?”

I looked at the altimeter. “7500 feet.”

She grinned and said, “Good timing, eh?” I shook my head in amazement. She laughed out loud, and then bent over and took me into her mouth. I think that I lasted about 10 seconds. We flew the rest of the way to Scottsdale, and she sat there naked with my member in her hand.

She made a call on her cell phone when we got near the airport, and we got dressed and landed. I parked the plane, and was getting our bags from the back when a BMW pulled up and a woman got out. Kate hugged her, and introduced me. “Sylvia, this is Pete.” I said “Hi” and shook her hand.

Sylvia is about Kate’s age. She has dark blond hair. It’s the kind that looks like each hair is about ¼ inch thick. She has high cheekbones and small smile lines at the corners of her eyes. She’s very pretty, and is the kind of woman who you automatically know has money. Kate got into the front seat, motioned me to the back, and we started driving. The car radio was on, so I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Kate would point her thumb at me every once in a while, and they would both laugh. Then I saw Kate hold her hand up and do an imitation of the up-and-down maneuver we had done in the plane, and they both cracked up.

We pulled into a gated community, and up to a huge 2-story house after a while. It had a three-car garage with a double door on one side and a single on the other. She hit a button, the double door raised, and we drove in. There was a Lexus on one side and a red sports car was over by the single door. Kate said, “Still have the Ferrari, eh?” “Yup, Al won’t part with it.”

It was hot outside, but the house was cool and Sylvia showed us to a big bedroom on the ground floor. We put our bags down, and followed her to the kitchen where she brought a plate of sandwiches and some ice tea out. Kate went to use the phone, and Sylvia said to me, “Make yourself at home” and she disappeared into another part of the house.

The house sits on a hill by itself. The front is at street level but the back is on the edge of a cliff that drops several hundred feet. There’s a pool in the back yard that looks over a large green area, lush with grass and lots of trees. There is a cabana on the side of the pool, but nothing behind the house for at least a quarter mile. A den goes all the way across the back of the house. It has a tile floor and a view of the pool and the green area.

I was curious about the sports car, so I went to the garage and was looking at it when Kate came out, said, “Let’s go” and started to get into the BMW. Sylvia stuck her head in the garage and said, “Hey, take the Ferrari. It needs some exercise.” Kate drove. The car was a wonder. It sounded like a rocket ship when she started it up. Kate floored it when we got to an open stretch. I watched the speedometer needle pass 145 before she let up.

We pulled into a farm before long, and a man took us to a pasture where a number of horses were grazing. Kate would ask to look at one, and the man would bring it to us. One was a large bay stallion. Kate asked me, “Do you like this one?” I told her that I did and she said, “Me too. I’m going to take this one, and I’m going to name it Pete!” We looked at some others and Kate bought two more.

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