Chapter 4: Birthday

On New Year’s Eve, Cheryl cleaned up the house and made me a cake. She said, “Cakes taste better the next day.”

I couldn’t help but ask, “Why?”

“You look at it all day. And then you dream about it all night. So it tastes good because you had to wait. Or that is what Daddy said.” She answered. I could have said the same thing about her as the cake.

Later that night, we did something we rarely did. We turned on the TV. Also, unlike most nights, she climbed into my lap, snuggling up. Turning the TV to the channel for Dick Clark and the ball drop at Times Square. Cheryl said, “Daddy and I watched this every New Year’s Eve. He let me stay up. Then in the morning, we watched the parades.”

“Sounds like fun. How about we do that tomorrow also?” I said, seeing she missed her dad.

“OK, and then we can have your birthday cake. It’s the first one I’ve ever made. But I don’t think you have candles to blow out.”

I teased her at my own expense. “That many candles would burn the house down.”

“Uh Huh,” She grinned, her whole face brightening.

She was half asleep when the countdown started and the ball started dropping. She woke up enough to see it but put her head down on my shoulder, where it had been most of the evening. When she was fast asleep, I put her on the couch and covered her up. She looked adorable when I looked back at her before stripping off my clothes and climbing into my bed. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t help thinking about how good she would taste after months or years of seeing her and dreaming about her gorgeous body being united with mine.

In the morning, the covers over me were raised, and a warm lithe body with nothing on it was pressed against my skin. It took a second for my wits to kick in. When they did, I immediately knew Cheryl was again in my bed, naked. And if morning wood is usually hard, a naked, gorgeous teenager situating your cock between her labia makes the wood petrified. Her smashed tits rubbed their nipples over my chest as she scooted up and down. Evidently, she was trying to get my cock in the right place in her wet slit. The sensation was so intense that I couldn’t get my question out quickly. Only when she seemed happy with how my cock was situated in her slit and its head on her clit did she stop moving. The movement having ceased, my ability to speak returned. I asked, “Cheryl, what are you doing? I thought we talked about this.”

She looked at me innocently with her big blue eyes and said, “But I’m not trying to have sex with you or be your present. I just thought for your birthday you’d like to spend it with me.”

“I’d love to spend the day with you. Which is what we do most days,” I stated as she again moved down a bit. She sandwiched my cock head between her soft, downy blonde pubes and my more coarse brown ones.

“Yeah, but we’re always doing something. I thought you’d like just lying around doing nothing on your birthday.” A small smile brightened her face for a second. And the softer skin on the underside of my cock brushed her clitoris’s hood.

“OK, I’d like that, and I think we can manage that since there is nothing much going on today. We can watch the parades and some bowl games. But why are you naked? I know why I am; I sleep this way all the time.” I informed her.

“I’m not naked.” She stated

“You’re not?” I raised the covers and saw down the back of her lithe body with its small waist and gently rounded ass. “You look naked to me.”

She grinned a devilish grin, which was still absolutely adorable on her. “I see your mistake. Naked looks a lot like a birthday suit. When I was younger, Daddy always called it mine or Ryan’s birthday suit. It being your birthday, I can’t think of a better time to wear it.”

I loved her logic: “Oh, I see birthday suits on birthdays. I guess that makes sense.”

“I can get out of it if you want and put on my PJs or regular clothes if you want.” She said. It sounded like the last thing she wanted to do.

I was new to being any type of parent or legal guardian, and I made one of my biggest early mistakes, saying, “No birthday suits on birthdays sounds like a wonderful idea.” Those ten words would come back and haunt me from that day forward. But at the time, I was enthralled by the feeling of her heat and silken skin molded to me. And her pussy lips turning my cock into a hot dog held in place by her pussy’s plumped-up bun was all I would need all day.

“Good, ‘cause I made a bed on the floor in front of the fireplace where we can watch the parades.” She sounded proud of herself for thinking of it before coming into bed with me.

I thought I would have some fun with her and her birthday suit idea: “So are you going to be in only your birthday suit while you get the firewood for the fireplace?” The fireplace wouldn’t be needed, since having her body’s heat radiated through her skin to me would be plenty. Plus, having such a gorgeous young lady naked next to me was going to keep my engine revving all day.

An exaggerated theatrical frown was the first expression she gave me. The next was a big pouty lip with the tone to go with it. “No, I thought you would.”

“But it’s my birthday. You’re going to make me work on my birthday?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Ok, you get the wood, and I’ll get the fire going good,” like you have it going in me, passed through my mind but not my lips.

Cheryl scurried off me, her pussy lips rubbing along my shaft as she left. The absence of her plush slit was missed as soon as the contact ended. The cold air hitting what was cooking in her slit sent shock waves to my brain. Her tits jiggled, and her puffy nipples regained their form as she got up. The luscious way her petite butt cheeks went up and down as she ran out of the room on her toes kept me memorized.

Out of the room, I heard the outside door open and an outburst, “Oh shit it is cold out here,” come from that direction. But I don’t think she intended for me to hear it.

I assumed she would be a while getting in enough firewood for the day. I had on many occasions told her to get a day’s worth while doing it, so she didn’t have to dread doing it again at an inopportune time. I too was going to take advantage of the opportunity her getting the wood afforded me.

I hadn’t jacked off since the day after Christmas. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much in my life. But a full day in bed with Cheryl’s lavish body on me and her pussy lips wrapped up against my shaft had made it extra. And so far that morning, I was feeling my nuts fill. I needed to empty them quickly. They would inevitably be making a lot more spunk if we were spending the day naked together in a makeshift bed in front of a fire.

I am not one to cum quickly, but re-living the feeling of her cunt’s slit on my shaft and still having much of her slick lube coating it, a couple of yanks was all it took. I had glob after glob shoot out into my hand, which was preventing the semen from painting the walls and mirror. I’d hoped the release would soften my cock. On Christmas, we pretty much stayed in bed under the covers. Only a few times did Cheryl get to see my cock standing out from me. Today would likely be different, and I didn’t want her to think I was a pervert, getting turned on by her naked body. Which was exactly what would be happening.

Cheryl was coming in for the last time, carrying one log. Her normally flush body was ashen. The cold had hardened her marshmallow nipples into hard points. Seeing me, she put the log down with the others and quickly scampered over to me. She pressed her whole, cold body into mine. The chill was felt everywhere her skin touched mine. She seized my arms, making them wrap around her. She put my palms on her smooth ass cheeks. They were cold as ice in my palms.

I wasn’t sure if I should rub my hands over her ass cheeks, warming them. Those concerns were gone when she said, “Rub my butt. It’s so cold.”

I gave the flesh filling my hands a gentle squeeze before I started rubbing on her cheeks. “Yes, they are. You still think birthday suits are the way to go in January?”

“Definitely,” she said with a slight moan. “I like the warming back up.”

“Me too,” I said despite myself. When I did, she hugged me tighter. As she did, either intentionally or accidentally, her lips ended up on my chest. The furtive kiss that came after was truly intentional. I could feel her lips tremble a little as she enclosed a bit of my flesh between them, sucking it in lightly. I said nothing about her action’s sexual overtones. The trembling of her lips and that of her body that followed told me she knew. It also meant I wasn’t the only one fighting the urge to engage in a sexual interlude while we were nude.

When her lips disengaged, I led her to the makeshift bed, putting her under the covers. I stoked the embers in the fireplace back to life and added more wood. The fire was soon roaring in the fireplace. I turned back and saw Cheryl had pulled back the covers, letting her opulent body feel the heat. She was also showing me her trimmed blonde bush and succulent breast as the fire’s light danced across them. A more desirable sight I’ve not seen. And when she said, “Well, come on and join me,” I thought I had died and gone to heaven, as she was heavenly.

“Ok, but let me turn on the TV to the station with the parade,” I told her. (Again, for the younger audience, there were only four channels, and remote controls were pretty much unheard of.) I needed the TV on so I’d be distracted. For if the only things I had to think about were Cheryl’s beautiful and naked body, which was pressed up against mine, and the fire that made it look all the more alluring, I wouldn’t have been able to resist my urges or hers.

Cheryl had decided we could sit up against the couch, where she could lean against me, while we watched the floats and bands marching down the street. She had gotten between my legs and leaned back, forcing her coccyx into my upturned cock. I was thrilled that it had started in that position. My cock growing while her back was against it was less embarrassing than it would’ve been had she had it wedged headfirst in between her ass cheeks.

She had been giddy enough watching the floats that she wasn’t attached to me every now and then, letting my cock spring free for a second before she again trapped it between us. Some twenty minutes into watching the parade, she put my hands slightly under her rounded breast. Shortly after, she crossed her arms under my hands and forearms. The move did likely what she had planned. They nudged my hands up further until I had a palm full of tits. And try as I may not to squeeze the small, solid mass in my hand, the temptation was overwhelming.

I tried to squeeze Cheryl’s tits gently enough that it might not have been noticed. I failed at that, and they hummed in my hands as she too failed at not reacting and let out a quiet, “Mmmm.” Her reaction and the hardening of her nipple, which began poking into my hand, reminded me that I was groping a fourteen-year-old. And any pleasured moan or rapid rising and falling of the breast in my hands from panting was from a youngster less than half my age. Yet the feeling was so exquisite, and the owner of the breasts seemed to be encouraging me. She held my hands in place as I started removing them, ashamed of the pleasure I was deriving from the young, developing tits.