Chapter 8

"Bill are you going home?", I asked

"Yeah, I think I have the place all to myself until at least 5 o'clock. Let me go read Moms note", he said.

"Her note?", I wondered aloud.

He explained, "When I called back home about dinner with you guys she said that she and Pop were going to shop at the outlets in Massachusetts. But they had to stop at a place near Canaan, on the State line, to see some antiques. The guy wouldn't be there until half past three, I think. She said she would leave me his number in case I needed them for something."

"Oh, this is too good Bill, are you sure?" I wondered aloud.

"Let's just go read the note, OK?" he said.

I've only been to Bills twice before, once for a party and once for pictures before a dance where we had to dress up in costume.

We got there and there was no one home. Bill was an only child and his parents' families were from Vermont. So, they wouldn't normally have anyone dropping in. Bill pulled up the drive and backed to the front of the garage.

"Come on", he said, "lets go check my Moms note."

Sure enough there was a note that she and his dad had left before they knew he would be calling. It said "The antique speculator from Cannan called an will be home this afternoon after 3:30. We are going to the outlets in Lee Mass for a while, and will stop in Canaan on the way back. We'll bring dinner home. Here's the antiquary's phone number if you need to leave us a message 555- 1234. Love, Mom and Pop"

I looked at Bill and giggled. "Ohh, you have a dirty mind" I said.

"Nahhhh", he exaggerated, "I just love you so much there's nothing I won't do to make you happy. Thank God I thought of this. Still though, I have to do something to give us a fail-safe in case they come home early... Gee, I'm so stupid. We can just go to my room over the garage. I go there all the time to study and write. If they see my car parked in front of the garages with a fire going, they won't even question it."

Bill had told me about his writing room, but I had never seen it.

We went to the side door and he let me in and he followed after me up the stairs, first setting the dead bolt.

"You're watching my ass, Bill", I joked knowingly.

"I'm gonna kiss and lick it later", he said catching up to me to give it a slap and a squeeze.

His writing room was about 20 by 20 and had a Franklin stove in the middle. He had a big Commodore computer that he did his writing on there. He called it his super word processor, but I thought it was a computer. There were two chairs, TV and a desk, as well as a curved seat. Like a chaise lounge, only it was inside furniture. There was a small bathroom with only a toilet and sink. But, as a study room where he could be alone, it was awesome, and for us, it was even better. It was chilly. He said there was electric baseboard heat to keep the pipes from freezing, but they never turned it up much over 55. The stove kept it toasty in the winter, if you had to work there. Bill threw a couple logs in the stove and had a fire going in no time.

I was shivering a little, partly from being cold, part from nerves and part from being a little scared.

"He saw me shivering and said "Come here, let me get you warm."

He pulled the slouch couch (his name, not mine) over near the stove and sat, patting the spot next to him for me. We proceeded to kiss and neck up a storm as we warmed up and got 'familiar' with each other. Eventually Bill had me on my back on the slouch couch after taking my coat off, as it had gotten warmer in the room, in more ways than one. He was in between my spread legs kissing my neck and face when he started unbuttoning my vest.

Once divested of that he clearly saw my braless nipples through my knit shirt. He pinched both nipples and held them between his middle and forefingers. He then used his thumb to massage the pinched bud. He was making me crazy. I felt him undo my belt and then he pulled my shirt up over my breasts. He kept telling me over and over again how beautiful my breasts were. For the first time he called them 'tits'. I never used that word much because I thought it cheapened real ripe breasts like mine. Girls could have fake tits, but real breasts. Either name was OK right now.

They were electrically charged to my pussy, I know that. It was more obvious this afternoon, that not having a pubic bush made your panties wetter faster. I felt soaked. I wanted him to take my pants off, and soon. But, he knew how to tease. He cupped 4 fingers between my legs and rubbed his thumb over the spot where my clit was, rocking his fingers back and forth. He was bathing my tits with his tongue and he was making sure no spot was missed. After what the tongue bath and nipple chewing had done I was nuts with desire, but he remained patient. He trailed kisses down my belly to my navel. I swear he tried to lick my back through my belly button he drove into it so hard. Finally he trailed down to where he had unsnapped my jeans. He took my zipper tab between his tongue and upper teeth and pulled it down.

I wanted to jump up and shed my jeans, but he remained ever the tease. He sat back and grabbed my jeans at the hips and coaxed me to lift my legs and rolled me up on my back so he could slide them off. I had my legs together in the air and he pulled them down with my underwear. Now he just had to push them up and off my legs so I could put my legs on either side of him. But he stopped pushing off my jeans. They were just 6 inches below my ass with my legs together in the air and he held me here. He pushed his face into my hairless pussy and tongued his way up my vulva, which was forced closed by my position, and drilled down to my now hidden clit. I was prone and couldn't stop him if I wanted to. I started cumming right there making noises and sounds I never knew I could make. He pushed my legs back a little more turning my butt up even more and he brought his tongue down and kissed my butthole, quickly tonguing it. It felt really weird but exciting, but it was over before I knew it. He pushed my pants the rest of the way up and off my legs. Now I could finally rest my legs on either side of his body. He dropped his head to my pussy and kissed and licked all around it everywhere, except my clit. I was wound tighter than a baseball when he finally waved his tongue over my clit. He danced it over my tender bud, occasionally nipping at it and then sucking it out and away from my body. Finally he held it in one position and flickered his tongue over my clit as fast as he could. I jerked up on my elbows and thrust out my chest as waves of orgasms hit. One after another and I couldn't breath. For sure I was going to pass out.

I wanted to push his head away but I was paralyzed, vibrating and trying to breath. I felt a steam of fluid escape me and must have hit him in the face. He never lost a stroke of his tongue and finally I was able to shout a loud yelp to signal the top of my orgasm. Then, while inhaling for the first time in what seemed 2 minutes, I came off my elbows and held my breasts as I drew that long hard breath. I must have had 3 or 4 small orgasms while I drew that breath. I was vibrating and bouncing on that chaise like a snake on a hot griddle. In the last 3 days I had orgasms so earth shattering that I didn't think they could be topped.

Anything more intense than this one and I would surely pass out or die. I finally had enough coordinated strength to push his mouth away from me. "no, No, NOOOO!!"I told him trying to get him to stop, but he fought me. He was trying to keep that tongue dancing on my clit. He finally gave it up but didn't take it out of my pussy. He tried to swallow my lips as he ran his tongue up and down the groove. I finally gave up fighting the orgasms and sank in to the lounge. He sensed I was through and finally lay back a little with his head resting just inches from my pussy. I don't know how many times I came, at least 10, but the one orgasm must have lasted over a minute. A moment more and I would have blacked out. All of the stories about being eaten and how good the orgasm was were under-stated. This was beyond description.

From exhaustion I think I fell asleep right there for a second or two. A couple sharp slaps on the hip from Bill brought me back to reality. My eyes filled with tears as I smiled at him. He slapped my hip again and I realized he was trying to get me to kneel up.

I rolled over and went to my knees, not sure what he wanted. I felt his mouth take big slobbering bites of my ass cheeks. He gave them a full bath eventually chewing and working his tongue to the top of the split of my butt halves. Using his hands he spread them little by little working his tongue down the groove, totally bathing me. He reached my little private hole and gently whisked his tongue over and over it. Bill had definitely seen some good flicks to learn all of this technique. Little did he know that was how I knew what to do with his penis in my mouth. A tongue in your butthole may be one of the most erotic and strange feelings there is. The more he wiped it back and forth the more I felt it open up. The more it opened, the more nerve endings he found. I buried my face in the couch as I felt another strange and different orgasm building. As I began to breath un-even while keeping his tongue in my ass, he put one finger in my pussy and flicked it like he was trying to reach the back of my clit, from the inside. Whatever he touched, I'm guessing it was what I read to be the G-spot, I went off quickly with a hard grunt and I know I snapped my hips back in his face and I leaked fluid again. I could definitely squirt!! Once I got control of myself I crawled forward and turned to my hip to disengage him.

"Oh my God, Bill! Oh my God, Bill! Oh my God, Bill! Stop!! I'll die with any more!! Where did you learn that!! Oh my God, Bill!"

I pleaded as I cupped my pussy and asshole with my hand to prevent him touching me anymore. He flipped to the floor and knelt beside me and brought his face to mine. "I just love you and want to make you happy. Umm... did you cum", he smiled at me knowingly.

"Yes, a little... F U C K, I came a lot!! I thought my heart was going to explode. Where did you learn to do all that stuff?

What were you in your former life" I facetiously asked.

"I told you I had some of my Dads porno's to keep myself busy when I needed to relieve my frustration with you. I watched them and jacked off right here on the slouch couch, imagining I was with you", he explained.

"Well, you are as good a student here as you are in school" I said smiling and panting. "Can I get a drink of water"?

Bill smiled and got up and went to the little bathroom and brought me a paper cup of water. I sat up and swung my feet to the floor. I was afraid to stand up, feeling a little lightheaded. As he stood there I saw the outline of his erection.

He hadn't even loosened his pants during his marathon with me. He had to be hurting.

I reached out and pressed my palm up and down the length of his bulge. I looked up at him and smiled. I spread my feet and knees so he could stand between them and I hugged the side of my face to his bulge, then turned my face and buried my nose in his crotch and inhaled deeply, then hugged my other cheek to him. I looked up and found the tab on his zipper. I snaked it down and reached in his boxers to fish out his dick. This was not going to work. I undid his belt and pulled his jeans down just below his ass. I carefully pulled the boxer waistband out, down and away from his dick. I smiled as it sprang up and said "Hi" to me.

Without touching, it I put the head in my mouth and hummed along with Bill as he moaned approval. I lolled the head in my mouth, and it felt so good. It was already an old friend. I tried to get a little more in my mouth, but could only manage an inch or so past the head. I don't think I was going to be a deep throater. I brought my hand up and started to stroke him in rhythm with my mouth. I could barely hear Bill's moaning and cheering me on as I devoted all my senses to his dick. Put his hands in my hair and was stroking it, then petting my cheek. He was calling my name and telling me how beautiful I looked with his cock in my mouth.

I never heard him say "cock" before, I didn't think. He never heard me say fuck before either, so we were even there. He pulled my hand away from his dick and held my face a little. He started to move his hips a little and I saw he wanted to hump at my face.

I let him as I held my head still. He was getting more of his err... cock in my mouth than I felt comfortable with. I pressed my hand to his hip to show him he was too deep. He stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth.

"Let me get undressed and we can do this right", he said.

He knew I would be happier being in control and he was right.

Besides I wanted to kneel over him and inspect him like he inspected me. I had a feeling I was going to know his cock pretty well.

As Bill undressed and then adjusted the stove I couldn't help but think of the changes in both of us in the last few weeks. Two frustrated young adults who wanted to explore their sexuality, but not with just anyone, with each other. If Bill's uncle hadn't invited him to deer camp, my frustration with Bill might have got the best of me. I might be out looking for a new boyfriend right now. How weird is life?

Bill walked over to the couch and sat down as I stood up. He laid back and I knelt between his knees. We necked and kissed for a moment and I tasted myself on his face. Normally that smell would have grossed me out, but now I associated that with sex. I loved the aroma. I splayed my hair on his chest as I kissed and bit at his nipples. I was surprised they had some of the same erectile qualitys as mine. Again, what strange beings these males were.