Country Boy in the City
Copyright© 2021 by Mushroom
Chapter 94
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 94 - This picks up almost a decade after "Country Boy, City Girl" ends. George Culver has decided that he has had enough of the hypocrites and prigs in Idaho, and moves to Los Angeles to attend college. Away from his older brother who he has problems with, determined to become his own man in his own way. And not a carbon copy as many expect him to become. Note: Story codes will be added as the story progresses.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Drunk/Drugged Rape Teen Siren Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual GameLit Historical School Cheating Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Small Breasts Smoking Geeks Porn Theatre Prostitution Slow
It was early evening when we got there, over ten hours later. So we pulled in just east of Sacramento to get dinner as we waited for traffic to die down. And it was nicer having somebody else along as we could trade off driving.
The airport was actually not in Sacramento, but about an hour south in Lodi near Stockton. We got checked into the motel, and it was rather nice. One of those “extended stay” places, that had a small kitchen as well as a desk and dining table.
We got our stuff inside, then we headed to the store to stock up on some things. Bread, peanut butter, some frozen dinners, and other things so we would not have to go out to eat. I even grabbed a bottle of vodka, and Grace made a face at me but I just smiled back. “Sis, I know not to ask you if you want any, but please don’t try and tell me to not have any.”
I was pushing the cart, and she rested her hand on the back of mine. “George, I would never do that. And I might have a sip from time to time, but I learned my lesson and I don’t drink anymore.”
I looked at her and nodded, and admitted I did not drink anymore either. She gave me a hard look, and I shrugged. “I also don’t drink any less, either.” And she laughed and smacked the back of my hand before looking at me and added a pack of wine coolers.
Once back at the motel and everything was put away, I went ahead and took my shower first. I poured myself a drink, and was relaxing on the bed watching TV when Grace came out. She looked at me a moment, and joined me. We relaxed there for about a half hour until I finished my drink and went to put the glass in the kitchen.
As I was returning to the bed, Grace used the remote to turn off the TV. And when I laid down she laid next to me and reached out to hold my hand in hers.
“George, we need to talk.”
“OK, what is it, sis?”
She looked into my eyes, and softly asked me to not call her that anymore. I looked at her a bit in confusion at that. “But, you’re my Nami. I’ve always called you that and you never had a problem with it before.”
I looked into her eyes, and she smiled a bit and nodded. “Yes, I know. But I need to tell you something. George, I’ve been fighting this for so long, and I can’t fight it anymore. George, as of tonight I want you to be my boyfriend.”
I looked at her sharply at that, and she simply stared at me. “Grace, uh, are you sure about what you are asking?”
“George, I know very well what I’m asking. I want you to be my boyfriend, I want to be your girlfriend. Trust me, I’ve been fighting with this for several years now. Even before you moved away. Shit, all my life I wanted you to be my boyfriend. When we used to play like that as kids, it may have just been a game to you. But even then I knew it was true.”
She squeezed my hand and smiled. “Last week after I found out we would be doing this together, I finally got the courage to talk to my mom about that. I mean, I was scared as to what she might think. You were almost my brother, is that not a bit sick? Then she reminded me that Pete was her first lover, and they were not much different than you and I other than being almost the same age.”
She squeezed my hand again at that, still looking into my eyes. “I asked her how that happened, and she admitted to me with them it was almost the same. And finally one day she simply told him she was his girlfriend, and that was that. And she told me if I was sure, that if you were anything like your brother you would be the same way. That I would have to simply tell you, and let you decide what to do from there.”
I looked at her for over a minute in silence, running this through my head. And remembering something that Shawna had told me. She had seen a photo of Amy and I with Robin and Grace, and she noticed that in the photo Grace was looking at me. And said that she suspected that Grace was not “seeing me as her brother”.
And for the first time, I felt in my gut exactly what she had meant. She was looking into my eyes, and I realized she was looking at me as a potential lover.
It was a minute or two longer, and I could see that Grace was looking at me nervously. I reached out with one hand and pulled her head to mine. I kissed her, and not the quick peck on the lips like she had been giving me for the last two weeks. I did not open my mouth, but this was still a real kiss.
Finally I pulled back, and I could see her eyes were shining. “Grace, I will admit this surprises me. But at the same time, I guess it should not be a surprise at all. And to tell you the truth, I’ve found myself in the last weeks thinking of you as more than just my sister, er, Nami.”
“And I have for longer than I can remember thought of you as more than my Babi.”
And at that she leaned in and started kissing me. When I felt her tongue against my lips I opened them, and she was soon on top of me as we kissed. For about an hour we just kissed, my hands mostly on her waist or hips or on her back.
Finally she gave a happy sigh, and we parted. She reached over and turned off the light, and as usual curled up on my chest so we could sleep.
The next morning after breakfast we headed into Stockton, and I asked her how we would do this. And at that, she actually grinned at me. “Oh, I’m staying with you. George, you didn’t notice that the motel is not full?”
I looked over at her, and she nodded. “Oh, there are plenty of rooms. If you had turned me down, right about now we would be told there was an opening and I would probably be in there crying. After mom and I had that talk, she went to talk to Mandy. They are the ones that came up with that idea. And instead of paying for the room, my grandparents are paying for the other half of my school. And yes, they know what is going on. George, pull into that park there.”
We were passing a city park, so I pulled in and stopped under a tree. “George, I guess there is something we should talk about. Now I am not planning on going to my wedding as a virgin, but I do plan on only having sex with somebody I am sure is going to be my husband. And while I would like that to be you, neither one of us knows that yet. I hope that is something you can accept.”
I leaned over and kissed her, and smiled. “Grace, I’m going to tell you now the same thing I told Kris. Everything we do, you are going to have to be the one to instigate it. Any time we are together will be like last night. I will kiss you, and only touch you on the sides or back. If you want me to do more, you are going to have to be the one to instigate that. Want me to touch your breast, move my hand there. And beyond that, well, you’re going to have to be the one to push farther. If you touch me somewhere, realize that also gives me permission to do the same thing.”
Grace smiled at me, and asked what made her breasts different. I laughed at her and reached out and bopped her on the nose with my finger. “Grace, most nights if you sleep with me your head is on my chest and you caress my chest with your hand. You’ve done that for as long as I can remember. But on you, it’s a bit different and I am not going to presume.”
She grinned at me, and softly said “Well, you sure did presume that first night you got back.”
I felt myself jerk a bit, and she nodded. “George, I’m pretty sure I woke up that morning before you did. And yes, your hand was on my breast. More than that, in your sleep you were playing with my nipple. It was starting to drive me crazy, so I moved your hand to cup me instead. And right after that you woke up.”
She grinned at me, and kissed me softly. “I understand, you were asleep. But I was laying there, and both wanting more and wanting it to stop. And it did not help I could feel your boner against my ass. I stayed in bed for a while after you left until I was sure I was calm again.”
We shared a kiss for a few minutes, then I started the truck and continued to our destination. A warehouse membership store I belonged to, where we got a lot more things we would need. Including a case of mac and cheese, and a case of frozen breakfast pastries with ham and cheese. She went to look at the clothes, and she looked at me when I came back and there were two large packages of tortillas in the cart. As well as ten pounds of shredded cheese, eight cans of cooked chicken breast, a ten pound box of corn chips and four large jars of queso and two of salsa.
“Grace, let’s just say I got more than a bit of taste for Mexican food in the last few years. With this, if one of us wants a break I can make quesadillas for a snack or dinner. And you said you wanted to keep your weight down, great. Corn chips and either salsa or queso is a much better snack than cookies or candy. Or we can get hamburger sometimes and we can make tacos or burritos also. Believe it or not, in the last few years I have actually gotten to be a decent cook.”
She laughed and gave me a hug, and kissed me again as she pulled back. “George, that’s fine. In fact, you might even be a better cook than I am. OK, what else should we get?”
“Well, next time we go to a department store either a rice cooker or a large casserole dish. I have gotten used to having rice on burritos, I think you’ll like it.”
On the way back we passed a department store, and I quickly added the rice cooker and some rice. And Grace grabbed some syrup, waffle mix and a waffle iron. It was a fast stop as we had frozen foods in the truck, and soon we were putting everything away. I sat on the couch and Grace sat on my lap, and we spent about twenty minutes kissing. We took a break after a bit, and Grace turned on the TV just as Superman Returns was starting. I held her as we watched, and when it was done I suggested checking out the airport before it got dark.
It was a lot smaller than I expected, just two runways with a main one mostly running east-west and a smaller one running south-east to north-west. And there was no tower, with the school in a metal building on the property. And I smiled when I saw the Cessna 441 along with a Piper and Cessna 172 next to it.
Grace seemed to think it was not much of a school, but I shook my head. “Baby, remember this is just to get us the requirements to get FAA certification. The 172 and Cub is enough for single engine certification. The 441 is enough for what we are doing and twin engine certification. And this really is a budget school, those like in Florida where they train actual airline pilots cost five or six times as much. In fact, my instruction is a bit cheaper as I already have twin engine certification and IFR. You are getting certified for both by the time we finish.”
On the way back to the hotel I saw a taco truck, and after asking Grace said that sounded fine for dinner. I pulled in, and smiled as I had to translate part of the menu for her. But we settled on two beef burritos, and she gasped when I brought them to the picnic table we were sitting at.
“Holy crap, that thing’s huge!”
“Yep, these are what real burritos are like. Not the tiny things like you get at most places.”
And she looked at me after she took a bite, and smiled. “OK, rice did sound funny when you told me, but it actually tastes pretty good.”
“This is what the ones I got used to in LA are like. And it’s more filling than just beef, so there is that.” After we finished we headed back to the motel where we repeated our first night. I showered first, and was on the bed when Grace finished hers.
She turned off the light as she came in, and after laying down she turned off the TV and turned towards me. I turned towards her, and we started making out. And we spent about an hour just kissing, my hands remaining on her sides and back. But Grace did jump when after a few minutes of her caressing and squeezing my ass, I started to squeeze and caress her ass. And towards the end I realized she was grinding herself against me. And we were both breathing a bit heavier when we finally broke apart, and Grace almost shoved me onto my back and curled against me.
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