Chapter 2: Brenda Becomes Bolder

Brenda continued to ignore me after I returned although I couldn't help but notice that she was more careless than ever about what she wore when she was around me. I was going crazy with the desire to once again see and feel that big, ripe body but there seemed to be no hope unless I forced her again. And I definitely didn't dare to try that.

On Tuesday, Patsy sat beside me in Assembly and kept her hand on my thigh the whole time. 'Tomorrow night', she'd whispered intimately, 'after the hockey game. Mom's working so you can come to the apartment to visit.' What would it be like with a skinny stick like her? I couldn't wait to find out.

Mrs. H-- said, at supper, that there was a special church meeting and, after supper, I went to my room as usual. Had Brenda put Lou's box back? They were going to church so I could read some of the other stuff in it, now that I had some experience. After a shower, and wearing only my bathrobe, I did some homework and watched the clock, waiting for eight, when they'd all be gone to church.

It was a few minutes before eight when I heard a soft knock on the door to my room. Damn, I thought. They didn't go to church . "Come in, Mrs. H-," I said from my chair at the desk. She only came in once in a while, usually to ask if I was satisfied with the care I was getting.

"Uh... it's just me, Joe... Mom's gone to church... they're both gone. We're all alone. Uh... can I borrow your dictionary? I can't find mine."

Brenda was wearing baby doll pyjamas that barely covered oversized jugs and left her plump midriff bare. The short legs of the bottoms came right up to her crotch. Was she asking for it? She must be.

"Uh, sure Brenda. Do you wanta sit and talk?

"Uh... yeah... I guess so... but... just talk... that's all." She sat on the edge of the bed, next to where I was on the chair by the desk.

"Uh... Brenda... Like? I'm sorry about the other night," I lied. If she was, in fact, willing to do it again, I figured it would be a good idea to play it low key. " You're not mad at me, are you?"

"No... not now... but I was after you went to your room. But Mom almost found out." Brenda leaned forward then, and I could see her marvellous, big jugs jiggling under her pyjama top. "There was blood on the sheet from... like... you know... but she just gave me heck for not bein' ready for my period. But you can't do it again... not all the way like you did."

"Uh... was it? Like? You were wonderful, Brenda. Did you? Like? Was it good for you, too?"

"Uh... yeah... sorta... but... like... I told Sally about what you done... she says I'm old enough to have a baby, Joe... like... I have periods and stuff... And she says her sister only done it once and she got knocked up... and she wasn't no older'n me when it happened... so you can't make me do it again... not all the way."

That was twice she'd said 'not all the way'. Did that mean that she was willing to go part of the way? I sat beside her on the bed and, as I did, she moved away from me.

"No Joe... don't get any ideas... but... like... Suzie told me what she does with Billy... like... she says lots of kids do what they do... and it's safe."

"What's that, Brenda? Like? What does Suzie do?" Suzie was one of my sometime fantasy partners. She was prettier and taller than Brenda. Her breasts were smaller but I sort of liked her long, heavy legs and her big bum.

"Uh... like... they just sorta kiss and touch... you know? She says they even done it on the school bus last week. Hee hee. The other kids thought she was crying and she made Billy go off in his pants."

"Can we do that, Brenda?" I edged closer to her. "Can I feel you?" Without waiting for an answer, I put my hand on her bare thigh. Her legs were close together but, even so, her knees were about three inches apart, unable to close completely because her thighs were so large. Some guys like slender legs but not me. I like big legs, as long as they're shapely, like Brenda's were, and Suzie's.

"Uh... I... I guess so? But promise you won't try... you know... what you done the other time?"

"I promise, Brenda," and maybe I meant it, too. Getting a handjob from her would be lots better than what I'd planned that night. I placed my hand on her thigh and, momentarily, she jerked away. Then, barely touching the surface of the skin, I slid my hand up and down the smoothness, gently pushing down between the softness to caress her naked, inner thigh.

"You're so beautiful, Brenda. Will you let me kiss you?" As I asked, I leaned closer and she turned her face towards mine. I wasn't a very experienced kisser nor, apparently, was she and it took a couple of tries before we got our noses out of the way. Brenda had a soft, full-lipped mouth; quite different from Patsy's and Patsy had been my kissing teacher. Shyly, Brenda kept her lips together, moving them against mine and, when I began to caress them with my tongue, she tried to back away. At first. I persisted and after a brief period, her lips parted and then, moments later, her teeth parted too and I had my tongue in the moist, warm cavern of her mouth. I wondered if it had as much impact on her as Patsy's had had on me when she first thrust it in my mouth. Whatever the impact, Brenda's mouth was soon opened wide and our saliva was mixing freely.

And her legs opened, too. My fingers were sliding up and down along the silky flesh from just above her knee to the crevice where her legs joined her hips. Cautiously, each time my hand reached that juncture, I'd work my finger under the loose leg of her pyjamas and feel the delightful softness of her pussy. And, each time I did, she'd expel a hot rush of breath into my mouth. But she didn't object.

Kissing had been awkward at first. I was sitting by Brenda's right side with my right hand stroking her thighs. I'd turned toward her to kiss and I'd pulled her upper body close to me. My robe had come open so that my bare chest was mashed against the wonderful, big softness of her breasts and, we sort of settled down on the bed so that she was lying on her back with her feet still on the floor.

"Mmmph... don't... no," Brenda gasped into my mouth as I began to push down the flimsy bottoms of her pyjamas but then she pushed up so that I could get them off. "Hanh... Promise, Joe... just your hand... your fingers... "

"I promise, Brenda," I moaned hotly as my hand covered the bulging softness of her pussy. I could feel, under my palm, the curly bush on her mons and I slid my middle finger between the incredibly soft, fat lips of her cunt. She began to pant, sending hot, short gushes of breath into my mouth as I moved my finger along the entire length of her slit. She whimpered when I touched the hot, little bud at the very bottom and she gasped when I rubbed on the hardness of her clit. The whole area between her outspread thighs was wet, wet with her oily effusion, and then I inserted my finger into the hot mouth of her vagina.

"Mmmph... no... not that," she protested, twisting her head away and breaking off our kiss. "Just outside... that's all." She rotated her hips downward and my finger slipped out of the snug enclosure.

"Sorry, Brenda," I grunted in disappointment. "I thought you'd like it." My testicles were aching painfully and my penis was throbbing with need and I pressed it against her naked hip. I wanted her to hold me, to stroke me, but I felt as if just one touch of her fingers would make me explode. And I didn't want that. Not yet.

"It's not that, Joe... it's just... Oohhhhh," and she jerked against me when my finger again found her swollen cum-trigger.

"Oh no," I gasped when her warm hip-flesh rubbed my sensitive foreskin and I felt the beginning of an eruption in my loins. I reached down quickly to grasp my throbbing organ, squeezing it tightly and trying to stem the imminent explosion. I felt one burning spasm wrack my loins. My penis bucked once after I gripped it and I felt a trickle of jism escape but squeezing my cock with painful force and willing it to stop, I managed to check my unwanted orgasm.

"Hanh... what, Joe? What happened?" and Brenda raised her head and looked down as I backed away from my cock-contact with her hip. A white glob of semen dribbled from the tip of my tool and dropped onto her hip. "Did you? Like? Did you finish?"

"No, Brenda," I mumbled, unsure but hoping I hadn't lost it. "Let me... " and I slipped my hand up under her pyjama top and got hold of one of her marvellous, big breasts. Her head fell back onto the bed as I worked the top higher until both of her jiggly jugs were bare and she lay there in silent acquiescence while I resumed titillation of her pussy and gently mauled the big, soft fleshbags that were her tits.