Chapter 2: Pam’s House

“Well, here we are. I wasn’t expecting you tonight, so please excuse the mess.”

Dale looked around, slack-jawed. The small house was spotless and in perfect order.

“Your home is perfect, Pam. I should have taken a shower before coming inside.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You are no longer allowed to be inside a shower without me being in there with you. Have I made myself clear?”

“Crystal. Um, where should I put my stuff?”

“Follow me; I’ll show you.”

She preceded him up the stairs, attracting 100% of his attention to her tush. He didn’t even realize it when she turned and smiled because she noticed him leering at her butt.

“Straight ahead is the only bathroom. The master bedroom is on the left, and the guest room is on the right.”

She stood with her back toward the master bedroom and gestured toward the guest room, indicating clearly where he should go.

Crushed and glum, Dale took his little suitcase and stepped into the neat little guest room’s single bed, where he left the case on the mattress and turned back to face Pam.

The next thing that happened was truly shocking. Pam started roaring with laughter. Soon she was bent over, actually gasping for air.

“Your face! That little pout! HA HA HA! You were, you were, in despair, but too polite to say anything. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist teasing you. Oh! Here, this will help you.”

In a quick, smooth motion, she flung her shirt off over her head, then spun around.

“Unhook me! Quick!”

Dale fumbled with the three hooks while Pam ground her ass into his lap. Then she stopped.

“It’s our first time, both of us, isn’t it? That’s why you can’t work my bra.”

“I’m so sorry, Pam; I’m embarrassed.”

“Let’s take our time, then. Join me on the big bed, sweetie, and we’ll learn. Yeah, sit on the edge with me; let’s get our shoes and socks off, and you take off your shirt.”

“I’m so nervous; my hands are shaking.”

“Dummy, that’s because you forgot to kiss and hug me first. Even better now that we’re shirtless. Mnph!”

“Oh fuck. I love this! We only got away with a few quick kisses at school. Mm. Oh, his hand’s on the back of my head. Mm. I wonder...”

Tentatively, she probed between his lips with the tip of her tongue, which he delightfully admitted. They played inside their mouths for a little while, and then she broke free.

“Let’s get this bra off; I’m turning away. Now, all you have to do is push each hook and eye together, and they come apart, see? It’s easy. There’s a tag there that says 36C. That’s girl code for ‘drives your man wild.’ Not really; I’ll explain later. But they’re bigger than average; that’s why there’s three instead of just two hooks. Now just slip the thing forward and down my arms; and hold my boobs in your hands, like you were weighing two apples. Well, grapefruits, maybe.”

“Spheres of glorious perfection.”

“Yeah, exactly,” Pam laughed. “I love the feeling of your warm hands supporting me like that.”

“Any time, any where.”

“Maybe not in public. So, should we slip off our pants?”

“I thought you would never ask. Here, hold my hand for balance. Oh, and your panties too? Wow! You’re perfect!”

“You said that already. Your turn, buster.

“My goodness, you’re looking very pointy. Is it something I said?”

“Said, showed, existed. Pam, my heart is thumping in my chest. What can I do now?”