Chapter 2

I wasn’t out very long. I came to with Uncle Bob holding me, asking me if I was okay. I said I was and he helped me back to the beach house. I left my bikini on the sand and he went and got it later.

He was worried about me but I insisted I was okay. Then, for some reason I felt weird naked, so I asked if I could put some clothes on.

“Of course you can,” he said. “I’ll get dressed, too.”

That’s when I noticed he wasn’t stiff anymore, and now his penis was hanging and swinging around as he moved.

“Okay. Thanks,” I said.

I didn’t really mind that he was naked, but I could tell he was a little freaked out. So, I put some clothes on and so did he and then I hugged him really tight.

“I’m really okay,” I said.

“You scared the crap out of me,” he said, hugging me back.

“I think you made me feel too good,” I said. “The only way I ever came before was with my fingers and you ... um ... I’m not sure I can remember except I remember thinking I was going to float up into the sky.”
“Well, I’m glad I made you feel good,” he said, “but maybe next time we’ll go slower and talk about how you feel while it’s going on.”

“So, there’s going to be a next time?” I asked.

“I hope so. Do you not want that?”

“No, I do,” I said, quickly. “I liked it, or at least I think I liked it. I remember feeling really good before everything went black.”

“I was so scared,” he said.

“I’m fine, Uncle Bob,” I said. “I really liked sucking your beautiful penis. I’ll do that any time you want me to.”

“Good grief,” he said. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Well, you can feed me, for one thing. I’m starving,” I said.

He got his keys and billfold and we got in his car. He drove into Tipton, which is the closest town to his beach house. It was about a twenty-minute drive. They had a steak house there, which was something I had never been to. In our house we don’t eat steaks. We eat hamburger. But he said I could have anything on the menu so I had a New York strip steak and a baked potato and green beans. It was so delicious. He kept staring at me and finally I said, “Look. I’m okay. I’m fine. We’re staying here all night, right?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Well, can I sleep with you?”

“Really? Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“I’d kind of like to find out what it’s like when you don’t pass out,” I said.

“If I wake up in the middle of the night with a warm, naked woman in bed with me, I might try to do the wrong thing,” he said.

“I’m pretty sure I can fight you off if it comes to that,” I said.

“I love you, Bunny.”

“I know that, and I’m really glad you do. I love you heaps and bunches, too.”

“I’m really glad,” he said. “If you hated me my life would be really sad.”

I sat up straighter.

“Hey! I remember something!” I said, probably too loud. We were in a U-shaped booth but there were people on the other side of us.

“Okay,” he said. “What’s that?”

“You bit me!” I said in a stage whisper.

“I did?”

“Yes, you bit my...” I looked around. I didn’t see anybody but I wasn’t going to say the next part out loud. So, I scooted close to him and cupped my hands around his ear. I whispered, “You bit my clitty!”

“You have a really large one,” he said. “It’s going to be a source of real pleasure in the future.”

“It’s already a source of real pleasure,” I said. “I never bit it before, though.”

He grinned.

“It would be fun to watch you try,” he said.

“I think that’s what was too much.”

“So, you don’t want me to do that again?”

“No. I just think you need to warn me first.”

“I can do that.”

“Can you do that tonight?”

“Bunny, if you sleep with me you’re playing with fire,” he said, softly.

“I’m not worried about that,” I said.

“Well, I am. I’m worried that my own control will be weak. You need to lose your virginity with a man you love and can actually marry.”

“I know how to make you soft and if I have to do it several times that will be just fine with me,” I said. “And, by the way, while your antiquated concept of sexual maturation is cute, I’m not going to meet the man I might marry for at least five or six years, and I’m not staying a virgin that long. I’m just not. So get over it. You won’t put that thing in me until I beg for it, remember?”

“Ohhh, man,” he groaned.

I felt under the table and found his cock, between his legs. He was hard again.

“If you get up people will see that,” I said. He was only wearing running shorts.

“Then I won’t get up,” he said.

“But I want to go back to the beach house,” I said. “It’s almost bedtime.”

“Fuuuck,” he groaned.

I found his waistband and slid my hand inside it. He wasn’t wearing underwear so I could grab his boner easily. I started jerking him up and down.

“Stop that!” he hissed. “You want to make a huge mess?”

“I could get under the table and swallow the mess,” I said.

“The waitress knows there are two of us here.”

“I’m going to have to have a box,” I said. “You can hold that in front of you when we leave.”

“Like that won’t look odd,” he said. “Just stop teasing me and eat some more and I’ll go down.”

“But I like teasing you,” I pouted.

“You can tease me to your heart’s content when we get back to the house. If you don’t stop teasing me now, I’m going to make you pass out again.”

“I’ll be ready for you this time,” I bragged.

“Sweetie, I haven’t even started to push your buttons, yet. Don’t get cocky or I might get cocky with you.”

“Ha, ha. I get it. You’ll get cocky with me. Now I’m sooo scared.”

Suddenly his hand was between my legs and sliding up inside the leg of my shorts. I wasn’t wearing underwear, either, and he slid his finger right up inside me, right there in the restaurant. I was so shocked that my legs came open and that let him go even deeper. I felt my face get hot and I knew I was blushing bright red. I was afraid he was going to make me cum and that I’d do something stupid so I grabbed his hand.

“Okay, okay,” I whispered. “I’ll be good.”

I scooted back over and ate another bite of my steak. I was finding lots of things on this trip that I’d want to do again and eating steak was one of them. The waitress showed up and asked if we wanted boxes and Uncle Bob said yes. She brought the boxes and the check at the same time. He put his credit card on top of the check and we scooped our left overs into our boxes. She came back and got his card and when she brought the slip back she smiled and said, “I hope you and your daughter come see us again.”

“We will,” said Uncle Bob. “The food was great.”

I watched him add the tip on the slip and swallowed. He tipped her more than I made in a whole night of babysitting. When we scooted out of the booth I glanced and there was a bulge, but it wasn’t sticking out or anything. In the car I offered to give him a BJ and he said he’d wait until he could be comfortable.

Who would have thought not doing anything sexy would make me so horny?

There was no TV reception at the beach house, but he used his phone to establish a hot spot and we were able to watch Netflix. He asked me if I’d ever seen a move called Pretty Woman, starring Julia Roberts and Richard Gere. I said no. I had heard of Julia Roberts but I never saw anything with her in it. So he pulled up this movie and I saw it was made in 1990, which is ancient history to me. I made a joke asking if it was in black and white and he told me a little bit about it.

“So, you want me to watch a movie about a hooker and a playboy?” I asked. “That’s not exactly my cup of tea, Uncle Bob.”

“Give it a try,” he said. “I think you’ll like it.”

So, we started and I was wearing my usual PJs, which is an AC/DC T-shirt I stole from my dad and a pair of white, cotton panties. I know. It wasn’t anything very romantic, but I didn’t think a weekend at Uncle Bob’s beach house was going to have any romance involved anyway, you know? And I was still mildly horny, what with him sitting there in just a pair of silk boxers. I was playing with the hair on his chest, which is kind of an extension of his beard, all curly and dark, and he had his arm around me with his hand lying on my thigh.