Chapter 23: Lynn Deflowered

I met Lynn about two blocks from her house and we walked toward the park where I planned to make out with her before taking her back to my house. My mother was going out with her boyfriend, and we would have the house to ourselves to do what ever we wanted.

When we came to the playground, Lynn hopped on a swing, and I got behind her and gave her several pushes to get her going.

Actually, she didn't require any help from me, and after a minute or so passed, I moved out so as to face her.

She was wearing a dress that billowed in the breeze of the swings motion back and forth. I could swear that she parted her legs a couple times to present me with a view of her panties. Then, tiring of either the swing, or the teasing, Lynn brought the swing to a stop and gave me a hug after she hopped off. I changed my mind about making out in the park, or I should say, my dick changed my mind for me, and so I led her out of the park and we walked the eight blocks to my house.

Once inside, I had her sit on the living room sofa.

"No one will be home for hours, Lynn. Want a soda?"

"Got something stronger?"

"Vodka?"

"Okay, with some kind of mix, please?"

"You got it," I said and hurried to make her a vodka and tonic.

I made one for myself and joined her on the sofa.

"Last night, on the phone," I said.

"That was exciting..."

"Tell me about it," I said and let my hand drop to her thigh.

"Oh!" she said nothing else.

"Don't be nervous," I told her, "I'll stop if you say the word. We won't do anything you don't want to. Although you might find that you like a whole lot more than you realize."

Lynn snuggled against my chest for a moment, and I felt the steady beat of her heart. Then she tipped her head back; her glossy hair cascading down her back, and confessed, "You're all I've thought about since last night," her voice died away.

I bent my head closer to her left ear, nuzzled my nose against her earlobe, and gently licked her neck.

Lynn shivered, and said, "That's very nice, Aubrey."

"How ... how did you know I'd like that?"

"After our talk last night," I said and paused, "I figured anything I did to you would please you."

"You're so forward," she said, trying to take control of the situation.

"Am I?"

She nodded. I waited until she finished and then kissed her neck.

She trembled and I found the vein in her throat that shook and sucked it long and hard, knowing there would be a recognizable hickey there later.

"My God," she gasped even as I sucked on her throat. "Are you ... gonna do what you said ... last night?"

"I'm going to do more than that," I said, feeling the shivers rippling through her.

I breathed into her ear, "I'm going to put my dick into your pussy. You're a virgin, aren't you?"

"Yes..."

"Correction, you were a virgin. I'm going to stick my dick into that tight pussy and stretch you. You won't be so tight when we're finished with one another."

"God ... you make me ... so hot!' she moaned.

"Kiss me, really kiss me, Lynn!"

We kissed and it was like a dam had burst as her mouth sealed tightly against mine. Her heated tongue beat mine to the center of our new universe. We were soon prone on the sofa, with me on top, grinding our pelvises against one another.

I ended the kiss and heard her faintly whisper, "I ... think I've ... melted."

"So, are you telling me you're all wet ... down there?"

"I'm flooded ... down there."

"I'm going to carry you to my bedroom."

"Oh..."

I picked her up and carried her to my room and placed her gently on her feet, and closed the door.

"Is someone else coming?" she asked, but not nervously.

"No, but I don't like surprises ... so, if my mother comes home early..."

"Oh, yeah ... good think..."

I backed her up against the door; both of my hands went into her thick hair and kissed her hungrily. I settled my full weight against her as she leaned back into the door, completely caught up in the heat and desire of my voracious mouth and tongue.

The hard bulge of my cock pressed into her Delta, and as I bent slightly to get a better angle and fit myself into her crotch. I began a thrusting rhythm with my hips, keeping pace with my tongue in her mouth.

Lynn was actually making snorting noises as she fought for air, not daring to remove her mouth from mine. The snorting soon changed to a sort of moaning, whimpering sound, and I knew there was no going back for her.

My left hand left her hair and moved to her rear end, cupping an ass cheek,

She moaned.

I squeezed the cheek.

She moaned louder, and slammed her cunt against my dick.

My hand pulled her ass cheeks slightly apart, and the feeling was sharply erotic. My other hand slid down her back and also cupped her ass.

"Oh, oh," she whimpered.

Both hands began massaging her ass cheeks, rotating them in opposite directions, as my dick nestled even deeper between her thighs.

"I feel..." she stammered, and I realized that Lynn was of a type that had to verbalize her feeling during sexual intercourse. I loved her all the more for this quirk.

" ... Like you're getting inside me ... right through my dress!"

"Hmmm," was all I gave her to work with.

She went on. "I feel ... so open ... so exposed..."

"But you love it, don't you?"

"Yes ... yes I do!"

"Tell me more," I said, hoping she would.

"I ... never though of my heinie as an erotic zone before"

'Her heinie!' I thought, and fought to keep from laughing at her use of the word.

"I ... think I'm going to melt here in your arms."

"I can't think of a nicer place to have you melt, Lynn. You're beautiful and have the nicest, firmest ass I've ever squeezed.'

"Oh..."

Clearly, Lynn was not used to compliments. I kept that in mind as we moved forward.

I slipped a hand under her dress.

No protest from Lynn.

She did gasp when she felt my hand on her thigh through her silky stocking.

"Your fingers are like fire ... burning me every place they touch," she gurgled happily.

Encouraged that she was indeed ready for the next stage, I sent a hand past the top of her thigh-high stockings, and around to her ass. As my palm moved over the material of her silk panties and followed the seam of her crotch to her pussy. She began to giggle.

"What?" I asked, puzzled.

"You'll see," she said and giggled some more.

Eventually I saw all right. She was wearing crotchless panties!

"Jesus, Lynn, you're drenched!"

"I told you!"

"I can't wait to feel your hot, wet pussy around my cock," I moaned into her neck.

"I wore them especially for you," she said, her voice husky and wanton.

"Thank you," I replied weakly.

She almost came when I gave her pussy hair a gentle tug. I know this because she told me so ... then and there.

"Finger me, baby! Please finger me!"

My index finger slid into her heated, creamy wetness.

"Ahhhh!" she sighed and relaxed in my arms.

I let my finger rest along her inner channel, and pressed upward. She cried out sharply, banging her head against the door. Her legs gave way, for a moment and I had to support her weight until she regained enough composure to support herself.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah ... I think so.'

I shifted my weight and began to run the finger in her snatch back and forth, watching her face as the tip of my index finger bumped up against the kernel of her clit, and wiggled slightly.

Lynn began to chant breathlessly. Finally putting together a coherent sentence: "Oh, that feels so good!" and trailed off in a long moan, as I applied more pressure to her clitoris.

"What are ... you doing to me?"

"Playing with your clit," I told her as I covered her clit with the palm of my hand and pressed down on it.

Lynn jerked, and moaned again. I glanced down and saw that my fingers and part of my hand were drenched with her juices.

I withdrew the hand from under her skirt to a whimpering moan of loss from Lynn.

I held my hand up between us, and in the dim light of the bedside lamp we both saw how it glistened with her moisture. Lifting my finger up to my nose, I took in her scent.

Lynn blushed with shame and arousal.

"That makes me feel so hot," she gasped.

I caused her mouth to drop open when I stuck my index finger into my mouth and sucked upon it.

"Delicious," I told her.

"You ... you can do anything you want to me..."

"I know. And I will," I told her and I think she came a little at my words.

I took a step back and unzipped my slacks. The rasping sound sent shivers up Lynn's sensitive back.

"Take off your clothes. Leave the shoes and stockings on. I want to fuck you while you're wearing nothing but those stockings and high heels."

She began fumblingly to unzip her dress, all thumbs after the explosive passion of the last few minutes. I also undressed, stripping my shirt off, bending down with pants unzipped to take off his shoes; then pulling my slacks down both legs and kicking them away.

Meanwhile, Lynn finally got the dress off, and revealed a matching slip and bra in red silk and lace. The shadow of her black stockings showed through the slip.