Chapter 3

An hour later, Mark and Alan were putting their luggage in the trunk of the Impala. Cathy was talking to Angie in the driveway while Steve sat on one of the stools at the breakfast counter, watching them through the screen door. His mother came up behind him.

“No parties, please,” she said. “Can I trust you?”

“Of course, Mom. I don’t need that headache,” he replied, flashing her a wide grin. She rolled her eyes.

“Right,” she said flatly. She fished into her purse and pressed something into the palm of his hand. “I doubt you can be good, so at least be careful.” With that, she walked out to where Cathy and Angie were hugging goodbye. Steve opened his hand. In it were two condoms. He looked up at his mother, shock in his eyes. She just tapped a finger against her temple, went over to the car with Cathy, and got in. The black sedan backed out, then roared away and he and Angie were alone.

She watched their parents leave, then came back in and leaned against the counter, watching him intently. Slowly, she moved over to him, her blue eyes locked on his. He watched her closely as she glided across the kitchen, his eyes taking in every detail of her sexy body. Her t-shirt was so tight he could make out every curve, every detail of her firm, round breasts. Her nipples were poking out, leaving little bumps in the thin cotton fabric and her flat, bare navel was visible under them. Her curved hips swayed seductively inside her tight white shorts. He could make out the lines of her tiny pussy through the tight material and he felt his dick begin to stiffen as she neared.

“So,” she said, her eyes taking in his lean, hard body, lingering for a few seconds at the growing bulge at the front of his work shorts. A sly grin formed on her lips as she moved her eyes back up to his. “What are we going to do here all by ourselves?”

He swallowed hard, looking at her with an even mixture of desire and uneasiness. He had never had sex before and didn’t want to disappoint her with a bad performance. It was obvious that she had some experience from the eagerness she displayed when giving him that unforgettable blow-job earlier, but had she ever gone all the way?

“I, uh...,” he began, then looked down at his dirty work clothes. “I need a shower.” It sounded like a weak excuse to get out from under her sultry gaze, but it was true. Working in the heat for five hours had left him smelling a little gamey. She looked at his damp, matted hair and sweat-stained work shirt and nodded.

“Ok,” she said, and wrapped her slender arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. He returned her tender kiss, holding her tight little body to his. She pulled back and smiled. “Go ahead. I’ll order a pizza for supper,” she said, pushing him toward the stairs. He glanced back at her before he rounded the corner. She was picking up the phone book and holding the phone. She glanced up at him and narrowed her eyes in an impatient frown, waving him on. “Hurry up!”

He stumbled downstairs, pulling off his shirt on the way down. He dropped his shorts at the bottom of the stairs, hopping on one foot as he pulled them off, then his underwear. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, his semi-hard dick swinging.

A record few minutes later, he was toweling off. He couldn’t stop thinking about Angie’s sexy body and the things they would soon be doing and by now his dick was as hard as it had been this morning when she’d gone down on him. He considered just wrapping the towel around his waist, then remembered about the pizza delivery and decided some clothes might be a good idea. They would also make his hard-on a little less noticeable. He pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt, then made his way back upstairs.

He went into the kitchen, but Angie wasn’t there. She wasn’t in the living room, either. He looked out through the patio doors and saw her sitting at the picnic table on the back deck. He watched her through the door for a few seconds, then went out to join her.

“Hey! Feeling better?” she asked, her face lighting up in a wide smile.

He nodded. “Much better.” He sat down next to her and she immediately laid her hand on his leg, sliding it up to his crotch and his stiff prick. She raised her eyebrows.

“Someone’s happy to see me!” He blushed a little and shrugged, eyeing her sexy outfit.

“Can’t help it,” he said, grinning sheepishly. “Look at how you’re dressed!” She looked down at her sexy attire and laughed.

“Oh, right!” she said. “Sorry.”

He shook his head emphatically. “Don’t be ... I love the way you look!”

She eyed the bulge in his shorts. “I can see that!” Just then, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Angie said, standing up. She fished the twenty her mother had given her from the back pocket of her tight shorts and ran into the house. He watched her go, wondering if he would be able to take his mind off her long enough to eat.

They sat at the picnic table and picked at the pizza. The sun was getting low by now and the mosquitos would soon be gathering. But the back deck was screened in around the picnic table and they didn’t have to worry about them. He ate two pieces while she finished one, then Angie closed the box.

“Why don’t we go inside?” she said. “It’s a little warm out here.” It wasn’t that warm, but he didn’t argue. It was a better excuse than any he could have come up with. They went inside, leaving the pizza on the counter. Angie pulled him to her and kissed him, her tongue pushing deep into his mouth. Her soft, warm body pressed tightly to his and his hard cock rubbed against her as she ground her pelvis against him.

Then she pulled away suddenly, her eyes locked on his. As he watched, she backed up a few steps, then pulled her tight t-shirt over her head and dropped it on the kitchen counter. Her firm tits bounced slightly as they were freed and his eyes dropped involuntarily to them. She cupped them in her hands, running her fingers around her dark pink areolae and licking her lips. He moved toward her, but she put out her hand, shaking her head with a mischievous smile. He stopped, confused. Then her hands dropped to the button of her shorts and unfastened it. She lowered the fly, still watching him as his eyes followed her hands. She wriggled them down over her curved hips and he was surprised when they dropped low enough that he could tell she wore no panties under them. Her small, fully shaved pussy emerged into view and she bent over to pull them down her long legs and off. She stood up, completely naked and smiled sexily.

“What do you think?” she asked, spinning slowly for him. He swallowed hard. His cock felt like it was going to burst from the confines of his shorts as he took in every inch of her naked body.

“Beautiful!” he breathed, then lifted his eyes from her body to meet hers. “Angie, you are beautiful!” She smiled and came over to him, pressing her bare flesh to his body. They kissed again and he ran his hands over her back and down to her bare buttocks, squeezing each one. She moaned into his mouth and kissed him harder, then released his mouth and moved her lips next to his ear.

“Your turn, baby,” she whispered before nibbling seductively on his earlobe. They separated and Angie looked at him expectantly. He lifted his t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the counter next to her clothes. Before he could unfasten his shorts, she moved in, her hands reaching the button before his. Chewing sexily on her lower lip, she undid it and pushed them down. He hadn’t bothered with underwear and his hard cock sprang out as they dropped to his ankles. She looked down and grinned as he kicked them off. “Great minds think alike!” she said, referring to their lack of underwear. He grinned at her and pulled her to him. Their bodies came together, warm flesh pressing against warm flesh. His cock rubbed along her leg and stomach, leaving a trail of precum on her soft skin. They kissed, then she moved her lips to his ear again. “I want to make love with you, Steve,” she whispered. His mouth worked down her long neck to her shoulder, then he lifted it to look into her soft, blue eyes.

As if just realizing that they were naked in the kitchen, possibly visible to anyone who may look in one of several windows, he took her hand and picked up their clothes. “Come on. Let’s go downstairs.”

He led her to the stairs and they descended into the coolness of the basement. He moved toward his room, but she stopped him, pulling him toward the couch. “Let’s start out here,” she said, giving him an impish grin. He hesitated, then allowed her to lead him around to the front of the it, his stiff shaft bobbing in front of him. She sat down and pulled him over in front of her. She kissed the engorged tip of his cock and looked up at him. “I’ve been thinking about this since you left for work!” Before he could say anything, she took him into her mouth, rolling her tongue over his throbbing member as she moved slowly back and forth on it. He sighed and closed his eyes. God, it felt so good! She continued sucking on his hard dick for a few seconds before pulling it from her lips and looking up at him. “You’re doing a little better this time!”

He smiled, but shook his head. “If you keep that up, I won’t be able to last much longer!” She smiled seductively and opened her mouth, taking in over half of his stiff prick. He moaned and put his hand on her head as she started to bob back and forth on it. “Oh, shit, Angie! That feels good!” She murmured, but didn’t pause in her wonderful cocksucking. He felt the cum begin to boils and rise in his balls. “I’m gonna cum!” he groaned. She kept bobbing her head, sucking hard on his swelling knob as his seed poured into her mouth. “Arggghh!” he groaned as she literally sucked the jism from his erupting cock. Once again, she swallowed every drop and kept sucking until he finally stopped shooting his hot seed. She pulled back, smacking her lips and smiling up at him.

“Mmmm,” she murmured. “You are delicious, baby!” She stood up and embraced him. Despite the fact that she had just swallowed his cum, he kissed her hard, tasting the remnants of him on her tongue. He didn’t care. If she could swallow it, he wasn’t about to get squeamish about kissing her afterward. She pulled back and smiled at him. “Do me, now?” His quizzical look told her that he wasn’t sure what she meant. “Eat my pussy, baby. I’ll show you what to do.” He smiled nervously, but nodded.

She sat down on the couch and spread her legs wide, exposing the pink flesh of her excited pussy to him. He knelt between her legs and studied her slit. “Just lick it, Steve. Push your tongue in as far as you can.” He nodded and moved his face between her legs, inhaling the musky-sweet aroma of her sex. He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked along her crack. Her body twitched as his tongue touched her and she gasped in pleasure. “Oh, yes!” she sighed. “Don’t stop!”

Encouraged by her words, he licked it again. The taste wasn’t bad, and he pushed his tongue in deeper the next time he did it. She cried out and put her hands on his head, pushing her pelvis upward to meet his mouth. “Oh, yes! Like that!” He continued licking and pushing his tongue into her sweet pussy, attempting to imitate what the guys had done in the many porn movies he’d watched. He pulled out and moved upwards, brushing it lightly over her erect clit. She cried out even louder and twisted her body as if she had gotten an electrical shock.

“Oh, shit! Yes!! Right there!! Lick my clit!!” He paused, unsure of exactly what or where her clit was, but from the intense reaction he got from her when his tongue touched the hard little nub near the top of her slit, he figured that was what she meant. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it and she moaned louder, holding his head firmly in place. “Yes!!” she cried, her voice straining. “Oh, shit!! I’m cumming!! Don’t stop!!” He increased his tonguing, moving it faster across the sensitive little button. She groaned and her body went tense, then her groan faded to a strangled gurgle as she climaxed and released, her body jerking and bucking under him. He tried to keep licking her, but her thrashing made it nearly impossible. He made a few last-ditch attempts to lap up her juices, but she pushed him away.

“S ... stop!! Please! I ... c ... can’t take anymore!!” He lifted his head from between her legs and looked up into her flushed face as she jerked and spasmed in the final throes of her orgasm. She finally stopped and opened her glassy eyes, her body still quivering and twitching occasionally. She smiled sleepily at him, a contented look on her face.

“Wow! That was ... incredible!” she gasped. “I never imagined it would feel like that!” He rose up onto his knees, kissing up her stomach to the soft skin of her firm breasts, pausing there to give each nipple a good suck. She sighed and held his head to her breast, then lifted him up so she could kiss his lips, which were still wet with her juices. She relished the taste of herself, sucking on his warm tongue and holding his hard body tight to hers.

When they pulled apart, each panting for air, he looked at her with a puzzled expression. “No one’s ever done that to you before?” He had assumed from her quickness to give him head that she was well experienced in sexual practices. She shook her head, licking her lips.

“No. My last boyfriend wouldn’t do it, even though he expected me to give him blow-jobs,” she said, frowning, a look of disdain on her pretty face. She looked at him. “You ... didn’t mind ... did you?”

He grinned. “Are you kidding!? I loved doing it! And the way you reacted made it even better!” He touched her cheek. “That other guy was an asshole for not doing it.”

She smiled and kissed his hand. “I wish I had saved myself for you, Steve.” He looked into her eyes. “I’m ... I’m not a virgin.” He smiled, shaking his head.

“That doesn’t matter to me, Ang. Just being with you is enough.” She kissed him again and hugged him tightly, pressing her warm, damp pussy into his stomach.