Chapter 28

Wednesday morning, nothing serious planned that I know of; it’s supposed to be very hot the next few days. I went for my morning run, then cleaned up when I got back and just lounged around thinking, waiting for JB and Angie to get up. They showed up pretty quickly; we went into the main house and I talked Carol into letting me fix breakfast for everyone. It was a nice meal, Bob finished up the last of the freshly made cinnamon rolls with a grin; then surprised me with a couple cassettes hand-labeled ‘no-name band’. He’d transferred what we’d done to a 90-minute cassette, 45 minutes to a side; and was going to take one of them to a friend to have 500 of them made. Cathy had called to say that she had the sleeve done and was getting that printed up, along with another 500 band t-shirts; we were probably going to be spending part of the afternoon putting the new sleeves in the empty cassette cases. I figured I could help with that; I still had a hard time believing this was happening, and how fast. Bob said we’d be selling the t-shirts for $9; and giving a free cassette with each shirt, so we shouldn’t have to worry much about copyright infringement; technically we’re not selling the music. He took off with one of the cassettes to get the ‘give-away’ ones made, saying he’d be back later.

I lent the Buick to Angie again so she could go to her class, the rest of us returned to the pool house to listen to the Elton John album. JB really liked the “Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting” song, and quickly sat down to figure it out on his guitar; it was amazing how quickly he came up with something that sounded pretty good. He and I played around with it a bit; if we played it a little slower, I could change the original words to ‘Thursday afternoon’s alright for rocking’; I could sing it that way on stage on the Fourth, make it more appropriate to the time and location. While JB kept working on the music; I finally got a chance to talk alone with Carol about me having Karen occasionally visiting overnight. She told me I could do whatever I wanted in the pool house, she also considered me family; we did get into a bit of a discussion about my female relationships, and why they all were so attracted to me. Her closing statement before she returned to the main house gave me pause; ‘there are women out there that would try to get pregnant with me, just to snag a good husband’. Shit, I hadn’t thought about that! And, since she considered me another son; she wanted to talk with Karen privately sometime soon. Hmmm.

The rest of the morning was fairly quiet; that changed when Angie got back just before noon, accompanied by Karen again. Coming through the door they were both talking a mile-a-minute about something going on at school; I got a very nice hug and kiss when Karen reached me.

“I’ve got a bag in the car so I can spend the night, if that’s alright?” she asked. “Also, my mom said that the next time we go to my bedroom, I need to shut the door; I don’t think the pillow was all that effective,” she giggled. I told her spending the night was okay with me, but Carol wanted to talk with her. That got me some raised eyebrows; I told her I wasn’t sure what Carol wanted to talk about, but it was probably going to be adult-oriented. “Okay, I’ll go talk with her right now,” Karen said. “My mom and I had another talk this morning; that’s when closing my bedroom door got ‘okayed’; me listening to Carol won’t be a problem, I’d like her opinion on a couple things anyway. Also, can we go out with my parents to dinner tonight?” I hesitated for a second, then agreed, not sure what to think about it.

The rest of the early afternoon went fairly quickly; Bob got back with the 500 cassettes and also had the sleeves from Cathy; we spent an hour replacing the blank sleeves that came with the new cassettes with Cathy’s design, it looked pretty good. Karen, Angie, and Carol stayed in the main house chatting all afternoon; at least they were all smiling when I went in to check on what to wear for dinner with the Whites; Karen said casual was fine. I went back to my bedroom to change into something better than gym shorts and t-shirt; I had already put on my khaki shorts and was reaching for a pull-over, collared shirt when Karen came through the bedroom door, carrying her overnight bag.

“Darn,” she chuckled; “I got here too late, I was hoping you’d be naked.” She dropped her bag and seductively swayed her way to me; “I wanted to take advantage of you before dinner,” she purred into my ear as she wrapped herself around me, then lightly licked that ear. Got to remember that; whatever she does to me, usually means that’s what she likes. She is a handful, gently wiggling against me as we make out; when I ran my hands up under her loose blouse and cupped her breasts through her bra, she quickly leaned back a little and jerked it up and out of the way. “Touch me baby,” she softly pleaded, “your hands feel so good on me”; then went back to kissing me. I loved playing with her large, soft breasts; gently squeezing them and thumbing her erect nipples; she obviously liked what I was doing too. She was plastered against me, writhing now and humming her enjoyment; when I reached down and ran my hands up under her baggy culotte shorts to cup and squeeze her ass; she gave a little moan. “I am so fucking horny!” she exclaimed, bumping her hips against my rapidly rising erection; “I want you in me, right now!” she said as she started shoving my khaki’s down, then my briefs.

“We don’t have much time,” I told her; “and I don’t think we should show up to dinner with your parents with you glowing; and a ‘freshly-fucked’ look on your face.”

“It’s better than us showing up with me panting and pawing at you,” she chuckled. “Just a quickie, baby’” she added as she fell to her knees; “let me suck on you for a minute, then bend me over the bed and fuck me;” suiting actions to her words. Any thought of further discussion was lost when her warm, wet, mouth closed on my cock; and she eagerly went to work. She was enthusiastic and knew exactly how to forestall any more protests; she teased me for a minute; then stood up, turned to the bed and shoved her shorts and panties down her legs. She kicked them off; then bent over the bed and looked back at me with wicked grin, wiggling that superb ass at me; “Screw me, baby; hard and fast!” I moved up behind her and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, collecting moisture; she reached back between her legs, firmly grabbed my cock and got me positioned in the entrance of her channel. She eased her ass back and got the first inch of me lodged in her with a groan, she was wet but very tight; she put her hands on the bed and turned her demanding smile toward me; “Now do me; no fucking around, no teasing; just pound me!”

I thought I needed to take my time at first, give her a chance to adjust; she thought otherwise. She was able to reach back with one hand and grab my hip, then pulled me into me to the hilt; damn, did she feel good. I still took it a little slow to start; I could hear her faint objections quickly fade to agreeable moans; which got louder, the harder and faster I drove into her clutching depths. “Help me out baby,” I begged her; “reach back and play with your clit while I fuck you!” She did; and I set out to drive her into the mattress, maybe all the way to the floor. I pounded her, I hammered her, I drove into as deeply as I could and she just kept asking for more; with those long, lovely legs she was exactly the right height, and I lost myself in her. I could feel her hand on her clit, rubbing frantically; when I wet the pad of one thumb and again placed it on her asshole, she once more went crazy. I didn’t penetrate her with my thumb, just massaged that opening as she bucked against me until I was close to being dislodged; finally, I simply just grasped both her hips in my hands, and pumped away to my impending finish.

“YES, YES, YES!” she chanted; which changed to incoherent grunts as her orgasm hit her. “BABY, BABY, BABY; I’M CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMINGGGGG!” she exclaimed when she eventually regained her voice. She shook and trembled, I could feel her spasming around my member; and feel her hand withdraw from her button and try to clench my hip and keep me in her as she quivered; I held myself deep inside her, and pulsed all my seed into her core. She slowly started to collapse; I was able to lift and push her forward so her thighs were on the edge of the bed; she fell away from me and ended up on her stomach as I pulled out of her. Damn; what was this really about?

I finally kicked my shorts and briefs all the way off, and moved to lay next to her on the bed; she quickly turned to me and buried her face into my chest. “Shit, that was good,” she mumbled, then moved her face up to kiss me as she cupped my face. “I loved it when you tickled my bum. I’m obsessed with you,” she whispered; “I want you in me, every time I see you. I’m okay if you’re not in sight; but if you’re in reach, I want to feel your skin against mine. I hope we can make love later tonight, or in the morning; but just now, I wanted to feel you ravishing me, taking me.” I held her as she calmed, we kissed and caressed each other; suddenly she moved to get up; “I can feel you leaking out of me, I don’t want to stain the covers! Let me go get cleaned up; you stay right here; I’ll be right back.” She cupped her sex as she moved away, then stopped and turned to me with a wicked grin. “I love the taste of you,” she said; pulling her hand from her pussy, licking her fingers. Then she waved those fingers at me, and went into the bathroom.

I rolled to my back and stared at the ceiling; I hope I can keep up with her over the next several days. I wonder why her parents want me to have dinner with them again so soon; I worry that maybe this is too intense for her; I think maybe I should carry a warning sign around my neck, though I’m not sure what it should say; then all thoughts disappeared. They say a stiff dick has no conscience; turns out a mostly soft one doesn’t either. I hadn’t heard her approach, so it was a bit of a surprise when she leaned over and enveloped me with her wonderful mouth; cleaning my cock and balls with her tongue and lips. All I could do was softly moan, and caress her head and hair; after a minute or so she stood up, and took my hands and pulled me to my feet.

“Let’s go take a quick shower, then we need to get ready,” she said with a smile; she gave me a loving kiss and a long hug; then led me to the bathroom. It ended up being a fairly quick shower, she didn’t wash her hair and I let her out first so she could dry off without me distracting her, or her distract me. She had moved into the bedroom by the time I got out; I quickly shaved and performed the rest of my preparations, then moved to the bedroom to get finish getting ready. She was completely dressed again, just combing her hair and smiling at me; 10 minutes ago we’d been fucking like rabbits; now she looked like a proper schoolgirl again. An incredibly sexy one, but still...

“Any idea why your parents want me to join them for supper; us join them?”

I think it’s mostly because they want to learn more about you, especially my mother. And I think they’ve come to some sort of decision about you, though I don’t know what that is.”

“I’m not going to become a project for her, am I?”

“She does want to figure out why you became the way you are. She said you should have become very different; if not timid, then at least very reserved. She wants to understand you, maybe help you.”

“Help me?” I asked, “you mean she wants to change me. I like the way I am, I’m quite happy with the way my life is progressing; if I ever decide I’m not happy with it, I’ll change then. I know I’m a little different from most other young men; but personally, I think typical and normal are highly overrated.”

She laughed at little; “It turns out they are; and you are very appealing, at least to me. “Let’s go to dinner, and find out what they are thinking.”