Chapter 3

“Hey, Lambchop, that’s not fair. I’m going to be awake all night thinking about what you have planned.”

“Come on babe, let’s go to bed, and I’ll cuddle you as you go to sleep, and you can dream away thinking about tomorrow.”

We walked together holding hands, and after entering Erin’s room, we slowly undressed each other, feeling the other’s boobs, before getting into bed naked. We laid on our side and kissed each other softly, little hen peck kisses, until Erin’s hand found its way down to my pussy.

“Oh, Lambchop, I thought you said we’re going to sleep?”

“We are, but this is where I’m leaving my hand covering your muff. I can’t let you play with yourself, can I?”

“Stop teasing Erin.”

“Good night, Babe.”

I rolled onto my back, and Erin’s hand again rested on my pussy. I put my hand over hers and pressed hard. Her fingers lightly rubbed up and down my wet slit. “You big tease,” I said.

“It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t get you off at least once tonight, would it? Since you got me off this afternoon.”

Erin rolled on top of me, and we kissed passionately. The hand playing with my pussy slid between my slick labia, running up and down my wet slit, teasing me. Erin moved to a kneeling position between my legs, and I lifted my hips off the bed, wanting more. She began fingering me with two fingers, rubbing my clit with her thumb, and ran the index finger of her other hand across my nipples, making my pussy ooze with juice. “Mmmmm, so nice, mmmm,” I moaned.

Erin turned her fingers back towards her and stroked my G-spot. My eyes shot wide open as Erin found the magic spot and increased the pressure and speed of her rubbing. I exploded. “Oh, yes, yes, yes. Oh, fuck, I’m cumming, oh, yes, this feels so good.” Erin continued stimulating my G-spot, rubbing my clit with her thumb and suckling my boobs for another ten minutes. My pussy was dripping as I writhed around the bed. Erin was relentless in pleasuring me. “Oh fuck, you’re making me cum again. Yes, yes, yes,” I yelled and screamed as I climaxed. It took a few minutes to recover before I said, “Thank you, lover.”

“Any time, Babe, anytime.”

Erin spooned me with her left hand on my boob, her leg draped over mine, and I thought, what a beautiful day while I drifted off to sleep in my lover’s arms.

Day one: Sunday

Clang, clang, clang. What the? I looked at the clock, and it was five-thirty in the morning. I felt like shit with so little sleep. Then, looking at the doorway, I saw Hot Stuff banging on a saucepan with a wooden spoon. “I told you two not to stay up late. But yes, I know two sixteen-year-old lovers couldn’t help themselves, could they, and had to play? Get up, you two sleepy heads. Time to look after the sheep.”