Chapter 57: Birthday Fantasy Fulfilled

May 26, 2002, Chicago, Illinois

🎤 Steve

“Hi!” Kristin Jaeger exclaimed when she opened the door to her house on Sunday morning. “Come in!”

I stepped into the foyer of the Jaeger residence, where I’d been a few times, though other than the initial tour when Kurt and Kathy had first bought the property, had never ventured beyond the ground floor.

“Hi,” I replied, taking off my windbreaker and fedora.

Kristin took them from me and hung them on the coat rack while I took off my shoes and set them next to the rack. We moved to the front room, and I handed her a card and a small box.

“Happy birthday one day early!” I said.

I had made a firm rule about girls being fifteen, and it was a day early, but I’d committed to her, and to the day, before I’d made the rule. Nobody else, not even Avanti, was going to have an exception, not even by a day.

“Should I open these now?” she asked.

“You may, if you wish.”

She opened the card, which I’d carefully selected to be balanced between friendship and love, then opened the box which contained a necklace with a small emerald pendant, the green nearly matching Kristin’s eyes. At her request, I helped her put it on.

“Wait here, OK?” she requested.

I nodded, and she left the room. There was no need to ask about an STI test, as I’d confirmed with her that she’d had one when we’d spoken two weeks previously. I was thankful for that, as it would have broken the spell. I heard her walk up the stairs, and then, about five minutes later, she called out for me to come upstairs.

I left the front room, climbed the stairs, and walked a few steps down the hallway to the door of her room. It was illuminated by dozens of flickering candles. The bed where we’d soon be was turned down and covered with rose petals. All of that paled compared to the stunning vision of Kristin in an emerald green robe which just barely reached her thighs, her long red hair draped over her shoulders.

“Breathtaking,” I said, just above a whisper.

“Come in and shut the door, please.”

I did as she said then, when she pointed to the love seat which faced the foot of the bed, I sat down. She walked over and stood in front of me, then knelt down.

“Mom and Kara suggested you might be a bit overexcited,” she said with a soft laugh. “And that you might have an involuntary reaction to seeing me naked!”

“Your mom and my wife are troublemakers!” I declared.

I wondered if Kristin knew about the friendly wager the girls had about what would happen when I finally saw Kristin naked in all her red-headed glory, and the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if they might be right!

“I think you should undress,” Kristin said invitingly. “I’ve actually seen you naked recently!”

I couldn’t help but laugh, “But not in my current condition!”

I had what could only be described as a raging erection, and despite years together in the sauna, Kristin had never seen me in that state.

“Well,” she said with a smile, “if it wasn’t like that, I think I’d be very disappointed!”

I stood up and began undressing while Kristin watched in rapt fascination. As Kara had predicted, just the thought of seeing her fiery red pubic hair threatened something which hadn’t happened since my very first time with Jennie McGrath. When I finally removed my boxer briefs, Kristin’s eyes went wide, her eyes twinkled, and she licked her lips.

“Sit,” she directed in a soft voice.

I sat down, my knees apart, and watched as Kristin scooted between them. She looked me in the eyes, smiled, then lowered her head and planted a soft kiss on the tip of my glans. My heart raced, and I nearly exploded right then and there, but managed, barely, to keep control by taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

I was on a razor’s edge and a hair-trigger, and I wasn’t sure how long I could last, but I was positive Kristin knew that from speaking with her mom and Kara. A second kiss caused me to twitch, threatening an abrupt end to what Kristin was doing before it really began. I did my best to regulate my breathing and focus on not losing it too quickly. Of course, ‘too quickly’ was a relative term, and if what she was about to do was as good as I imagined it would be, anything short of hours might be ‘too quickly’!

Kristin opened her mouth and touched her tongue to my glans, then circled it twice around me before lowering her head slightly and taking me into her mouth until her lips closed around the base of my glans. She began sucking softly and slowly swirled her tongue, causing me to twitch again.

As Kristin took me another inch into her mouth, I felt one of her soft hands grasp my shaft, while the other gently cupped my sack. She began slowly stroking me and bobbed her head while sucking softly and running her tongue over my glans. No amount of breath control or mental effort was going to allow me to prevent the inevitable, but desired, outcome for long.

Time seemed to stand still, and after perhaps thirty seconds, or perhaps two minutes, no amount of effort was going to delay the impending explosion. I took a deep breath, held it, and then groaned loudly as my cum pulsed into Kristin’s mouth. She moaned softly and continued stroking, bobbing, licking, and sucking until I was fully spent. She bobbed one last time, released me, and gently ran her tongue around my overly sensitive glans, creating pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

She stood, then sat down in my lap. I felt the soft skin of her thighs on mine, and a wet warmth as well, confirming that she was not wearing anything but the robe. I put my arms around her and we shared a gentle French kiss which tasted of cherry lip gloss and my emissions. We continued to kiss, and I slipped my hand inside her robe, cupping her small, firm breast, enjoying the feel of her rock-hard nipple pressing into my palm. Kristin moaned into my mouth and the French kiss grew deeper and more urgent.

I only had one thought on my mind, and that was seeing Kristin naked for the first time since she’d turned nine or ten and she’d begun wearing bathing suits in the sauna. I moved my hand from her breast and searched for the end of the cloth belt that held her robe closed. I found it, tugged gently, and it loosened, allowing her robe to open.

I broke the kiss and helped her stand up. I stood and before I could make another move, she shrugged off the robe, leaving her standing before me in her full glory. My eyes were instantly drawn to her mons, which was covered with pubic hair so red it defied even the ‘shockingly red’ description I’d once used for her mother’s. It was full, though neatly sculpted, and nearly hid her pronounced, plump labia.

I took a deep breath and let it out, and allowed my gaze to rise across her flat stomach to her freckled breasts, capped with bright pink nipples. Kara, in her late thirties, was still the most beautiful woman I knew, and the standard every one of my friends used for beauty, but Kristin still took my breath away.

“You are beautiful,” I breathed.

She smiled, stepped forward, and I put my arms around her, pulling her into an embrace, our bodies touching from thigh to chest. Kristin sighed deeply and put her head on my shoulder.

“Make it perfect,” she whispered.

That was my intent, and I was not going to disappoint her in any way if I could help it. I scooped her up, carried her over to her bed, and gently placed her on top of the hundreds of rose petals which she’d strewn over the fitted sheet. I took a moment to admire her beautiful body, every inch of which I intended to explore. With that in mind, I gently encouraged her to turn onto her stomach, which she did, revealing a perfectly toned butt.

I climbed into the bed and carefully straddled Kristin’s thighs, then leaned down to kiss her freckled shoulders. I planted gentle kisses across her back, then down her spine until I came to the cleft of her butt. I touched the tip of my tongue to the base of her spine, which caused Kristin to shiver, then slowly ran it upwards until I came to her neck. I retraced my path, running my tongue into the cleft, but not too far.

As I kissed her lower cheeks, a fleeting thought of exploring what I was sure would be a very tight passage came to mind, but that was not what I thought the character of this day was about. She’d asked me to make love to her, and I was going to do so. If, on some future occasion — if there was a future occasion — we might play, but today it was going to be lovemaking, at her request.

After numerous kisses on her lower cheeks, I kissed my way down each leg in turn, kissing the soles of each foot before kissing my way back up to her butt. I caught the strong scent of her womanhood, but through supreme effort chose not to sample it, saving that for just before I entered her for the first time. When I finished kissing her legs, I kissed my way back up her spine, then lay on top of her, my shaft resting in the cleft of her butt cheeks. Kristin wiggled under me, and I once again had to set aside the idea of exploration. I moved off her, then helped her turn onto her back.

I kissed her softly on the lips, then moved to kiss her neck, then along her collar bones, and down her sternum to where it ended, before planting gentle kisses on each erect pink nipple. Those nipples were just begging to be suckled, and I was in no state of mind to delay for even a second. I closed my mouth around Kristin’s right breast, teased her nipple with my tongue, and suckled gently. She moaned softly and put her hand on the back of my head, exerting slight pressure.

I needed no encouragement to continue, and as I suckled, I felt Kristin begin to gently undulate her hips, pressing her mons into my abdomen. She was obviously ready, but despite my desire to be inside her, I did not want to rush. I spent close to five minutes worshiping each breast before slowly kissing my way down to that fiery red pubic hair.

I nuzzled my nose in it for several minutes, inhaling deeply of Kristin’s scent, before barely touching my lips to her plump, pronounced, blood-engorged, glistening labia. I kissed the inside of Kristin’s thighs, and she sighed deeply, anticipating what I was going to do next. I didn’t make her wait, kissing her labia several times before pressing the tip of my tongue between them.

Her flavor was as intoxicating as her scent and had the desired reaction, turning my semi-flaccid member into a rod of steel. I no longer had the physical urgency I’d had when Kristin had acted to take the edge off, but I had a burning desire to bury myself deep inside her. I fought that thought, and slowly ran the tip of my tongue up and down, before carefully pressing it into her as far as I could. Kristin moaned deeply, then shuddered when I closed my mouth around her labia and sucked.

I explored her tunnel with my tongue, finding no barrier, which did not surprise me given she was active in athletics, playing soccer and volleyball, and regularly rode horses. I drank deeply of her juices, then moved my tongue from her tunnel to her clit, flicking it gently. Kristin groaned and pushed her hips upwards, encouraging me to continue, which I did. My attention to her center of pleasure was rewarded when, just a minute later, she shuddered and groaned.

When her first orgasm had passed, I moved my tongue into her tunnel once again, lapping up the flood of juices before returning my attention to her clit. Kristin put her hand on the back of my head, creating extra pressure between my chin, lips, and tongue and her dripping pussy. It didn’t take long before she had another orgasm, signaling to me that it was time for the next stage.

I moved up on top of Kristin, carefully positioning myself, propped on my hands. I lowered my face, which along with my lips and tongue, were covered with her juices, and we shared a soft French kiss. I shifted so that my glans was against her labia, then broke the kiss and stared deeply into her striking green eyes.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

I smiled, grasped my shaft, and rubbed my glans along her slick labia to lubricate it. I positioned myself, then stared deeply into her eyes once again as I pushed my hips forward, my glans parting her labia. Kristin’s eyes went wide as I slowly penetrated her, needing just three gentle thrusts to bury myself in her tight, silky confines. The pleasure was intense, but having already cum once, I knew I could last for a long time.

I lowered myself completely onto Kristin, and we exchanged a gentle French kiss. I waited for her to become acclimated, and after a minute, she spread her legs wider and I felt her heels on my upper thighs. Continuing to kiss, I began making love to Kristin, and she met each gentle thrust with an upward movement of her hips. She squeezed her muscles each time I pulled back, making her tight pussy even tighter, and creating delicious friction.

We continued our slow-motion lovemaking, French kissing the entire time, until Kristin broke the kiss, her breathing labored, indicating the onset of an orgasm. She tightened her arms and legs, and her movements became slightly more forceful, but still soft and loving. Kristin’s breathing quickly became ragged, she wrapped her legs fully around me, stiffened, shuddered, and groaned loudly as her pussy walls spasmed around my shaft.

I pressed deeply into her and ground against her, doing my utmost to prolong her orgasm. When it subsided, she relaxed, and we resumed our slow-motion lovemaking, though Kristin was breathing too hard for us to kiss. I savored the sensations of being inside her, and the way she squeezed her muscles each time I began pulling back.

We continued for another twenty minutes, with Kristin having three more orgasms, before I knew I could no longer hold back. Hoping to intensify what was already extremely pleasurable, I held my breath and began thrusting slightly faster. Kristin met every thrust and when I could no longer hold back, I pushed as deeply into her as possible, ground against her clit, and let my breath out explosively as jet after jet of cum blasted into Kristin’s pussy, which began spasming as she had a matching orgasm.

“So deep!” she gasped, shuddering. “Oh, God!”

I stayed inside her, and we exchanged gentle kisses as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

“That was perfect,” she said several minutes later.

“It was,” I confirmed.

When I softened and slipped from her, Kristin pouted, but once I recovered, I was going to fill her again and again, until we ran out of time.

🎤 Jesse

“Who was that girl eyeing me the entire time we were in the ... what did you call it?” CeCe asked when we walked out into the narthex following the Divine Liturgy.

“The ‘nave’. The Greek word has the same root as the English word ‘navy’ and implies that the worship area is like the ark which saved Noah and his family.”

“Do you believe that really happened?”

“I believe that it doesn’t matter. We’re supposed to learn lessons from the Scriptures, not take everything literally. That girl is Viktoria, the Deacon’s daughter, who decided I was hers and objected to me seeing you if I went out with her. You can see my decision.”

CeCe smiled, “I can. And if looks could kill, those daggers would have sliced me to ribbons!”

“Ignore her. Let’s go get our food and sit with Macrina and the other teens. Viktoria can do whatever she wants, but I’m not letting her bother me.”

“She’s gorgeous!”

“So are you!” I replied. “And you’re low-maintenance, which trumps just about everything else!”

“Except being a member of your church.”

I nodded, “That is a consideration for marriage, but neither you nor I are thinking about that just yet, right?”

“Don’t look now,” CeCe said with a smirk, “but mentioning it IS thinking about it!”

“OK Miss Pedantic! Thinking about marrying anytime soon! As we said, you’re going away to school, I have two years of High School left, and then four years of college. Who knows where either of us will be then? If you think that’s what you might want, and that it’s a possible future, I’ll lend you a book to read about the Orthodox Church. But that doesn’t change my feeling that marriage is a discussion at least four years down the road.”

“I don’t disagree,” CeCe said. “But it is something I think about.”

“Me, too. But let’s not get hung up on that, please.”

“I wish I had been offered a scholarship closer to home, but Arizona State aggressively recruited me.”

“And that’s where you belong,” I said. “That doesn’t mean I won’t miss you, but I’ll be at UW Madison, most likely, so I won’t be home too often. We can see each other during the Summer and see how things go. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

We went to the parish hall, got in line for food, then went to sit with Macrina and the other teens. The guys couldn’t keep their eyes from CeCe, which she noticed as well. Being 6’2” and wearing a knee-length skirt showed plenty of leg, and the blouse she wore was very complimentary to her figure. She’d also worn her hair down, rather than pulled back in a severe ponytail as she usually wore it.

“This is CeCe,” I said. “CeCe, you’ve met Macrina at my house, and the rest of the gang are, going around the table: Elias, Joseph, Viktor, Paul, Elena, Suzana, Nick, John, Deborah, Sarah, and Elizabeth.”

I saw Viktoria give me the evil eye, and then go sit with her parents. There had been no further fallout from my conversations with Father Basil, though I wondered if Viktoria might do something now that CeCe had come to church with me. Macrina had looked unhappy, but she also knew I was seeing CeCe, so I didn’t feel bad about it. I was sure she’d call me to talk about it during the week.