Chapter 6

The next morning we played around a little, but it was actually nice to just kind of sit back and watch Bart plow into Lana, jiggling her big round tits and her broad white tummy and those thunderous thick thighs, while I stroked myself unselfconsciously. After Bart came Lana considerately leaned over and sucked me, which lasted about ten seconds before her power-vacuum tongue had me squirting into her mouth. She lifted her head off of my cock, trailing a length of sticky goo as Bart grabbed her face and French kissed her, her mouth still full of my unswallowed spunk.

This got me thinking, and a few minutes later as Lana fixed breakfast, a robe over her shoulders but exposing a foot-wide swath of cleavage, belly and bush, I asked Bart the question that was on my mind. "So, like, being in the Army, but, you know, liking to sleep with guys as well as girls," I started, "don't you worry about Don't Ask Don't Tell and all that kind of stuff? I mean, if they found out?"

Bart and Lana exchanged a look and smiled. "We're going to have to invite you to one of our platoon's parties," Lana said.

I had my next date with Cindy that Wednesday-- okay, Wednesday's a funny night to go on a date, but that's how our work schedules went. After a movie we walked along the riverfront, and then sat down in a secluded area. I took at least a little hope from the fact that she was willing to go to such an obvious makeout spot.

We talked a bit, and then I leaned over and kissed her, and she let my tongue roam around a little in her mouth but I didn't push it too far. My hand went to her hip, and she put hers on mine, and at least once or twice she must have felt my boner brushing her. I tried to cup her tit with my hand but she pushed it away. Now it was time for me to push back a little.

"Cindy, I want you to be my girlfriend," I said.

"I am your girlfriend," she said, a little whimperingly.

"No, Cindy, I mean a real girlfriend," I said. "I don't mean we have to do everything right away, but you push me away from anything more than a kiss--"

"Don't you like to kiss?"

"Sure, but that's not all," I said. "It's just hard to really be boyfriend and girlfriend when you don't trust me enough to let me go any further than that. When you shut me out completely."

She looked at me, sort of hurt, and then, like it was the greatest sacrifice ever made by womankind, she unbuttoned her top button and took my hand and set it on her chest, over one breast. I felt the soft spongy rise of her petite breast, and stroked it gently as I kissed her some more. Slowly I worked my way down until I felt the bumps of her aureole (not that I even knew the word for it then), but my pinky had just brushed her nipple when she arched stiff and pulled away from me.

"What?"

"I--I just can't do the things you want to do," she said.

"What do you mean?" I said, moving closer to her and putting my arms around her, chastely. "They're what every man and woman do." Or man and woman and another man, or...

"I--I just can't, Rick. I'm not ready."

"Cindy, honey," I said, all sweet and gentle now, "if something bad happened to you before with some creep, it's not going to be like that with me. It can be so nice and make you so happy--"

She looked at me, startled. "You've done it?"

What, did I have male virgin tattooed on my forehead? "Yes, I've done it."

"Were you in love?"

"No, I wasn't in love," I said. "I didn't feel like I feel for you."

"So how did you do it, then?"

Um, on top of her on her back and with her husband's cock in my mouth... "What do you mean?"

"How could you do those things with someone you didn't love?"

"Because they were fun. Because they made both of us happy." All three, to be precise, but I skipped that for now. "Because life is short and sex is beautiful. And I want it to be beautiful with you, because you're so beautiful." God, where had I learned all this. But it worked. Her big round eyes got that much rounder.

"I want to, Ricky, but not yet."

"I don't want to do it until you want to," I said, lying my ass off, "but there are a lot of wonderful things we can do along the way." I pulled her back down into the grass, and we began kissing again, and this time I let her bump into my hardon more frequently. "I want to see your breasts," I said. I felt her stiffen again in my arms, and now I reached over and unbuttoned her buttons, down the front of her blouse, and then opened it to reveal the cast-iron bra beneath. I nuzzled the area above the cups, as I reached around and found the woman's first line of defense, the bra snap. I fiddled with it in several different ways, but couldn't get it to do anything. Shit shit shit. I broke our clinch.

"Cindy, please undo your bra for me."

Wordlessly she reached behind and did what had failed me. But she only let it become loose, she didn't take it off. I slipped my hand underneath one of her breasts, and felt her hard little nipple jutting out of a soft round B-cup. It was so different to feel her up, her small breasts and flat girlish stomach, after rolling around in Lana's abundant womanliness. I tried to kiss my way to her nipple to remove the bra, but her arm came downtight on the strap, keeping it in place, and so I rubbed her tit, rather fruitlessly for both of us, for a few minutes before she sat up again and this time firmly snapped it up and began buttoning her blouse. It was time to go home.

As we walked to her place we happened to take the street where most of the bars in town are, and when we passed the adult bookstore and peep show parlor I made a sour crack. "Well, I guess I know where I'll be stopping on my way back."

I thought she might be shocked or offended, and I think she was a bit, but there was also curiosity. "You've been in there?"

"Hey, every guy in town's been in there some time," I said.

"So what do they have, like, magazines like Playboy?"

"You can get those at the Kwikee Mart," I said, from experience. "They have videos, and you know, dildos and stuff like that. But the main thing is the peep show."

"What, you watch people do it through a hole?" she said, shocked to her depths.