Chapter 4: Krista Marie

Two days later, after having had sex with her in virtually every room in the house, Aunt Nicole arranged to have me invited to a cocktail party to meet her best friend, Krista Marie Von Kempf.

Aunt Nicole gave me implicit instructions not to stare at the women we would encounter; I recall her exact words even today. "Aubrey, when you are talking to a woman, you don't look down her dress. Wait until she's talking to someone else." Well, I confess, the second part of that admonition is my own. This advice has proven beneficial over the years, opening doors and other things that might not have parted had I not done so. So I'll take a second to render a belated 'thank you, Aunt Nicole. Thank you so very much for the good advice.'

Krista Marie rushed up to us as we arrived and said, "You're late. I was afraid you'd chicken out." She gave Aunt Nicole one of those wispy air kisses women bestow on each other so as not to mess their carefully applied make-up, and taking my arm, said, "You must be Aubrey; it's so nice to meet you. I have heard marvelous things about you. Thanks so much for coming to my party."

"Aubrey," Aunt Nicole said with a smile, "This is Krista Marie, my closest friend in the world."

"How do you do?" I said. It was the best I could do under the circumstances, not being used to conversing with adults on their terms.

Krista Marie laughed, and said, "I do very well. Very well indeed," and to reinforce her words, she added, "Don't I, Nicole?"

"Yes," my aunt said, and to me, "Krista Marie has married well ... three times, so far."

Both women laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world. I managed a smile, but did not understand the reason they were so amused.

I waited a few moments until Krista Marie was engaged with Aunt Nicole, before allowing my eyes to fall to the rest of her body. Like my aunt, she was wearing a bikini with a very revealing top. She was a very attractive woman, whom I later learned was thirty-five, with short, blonde hair, a lot of cleavage, and long, attractive legs.

With me between the two of them, we began walking through Krista Marie's home, or at least from the entrance through the main living area, heading for the swimming pool where the party was taking place. I could hear the buzz of voices and the soft drone of music coming through the open French doors.

We were meandering past people, mostly attired in swim suits, when another couple squeezed past us on the narrow path. They were so taken with each other; they didn't even look at us. Still, I was jostled into Krista Marie, my groin nudging her rear end. Her ass was soft and I felt the deep indentation between her cheeks. She looked at me, smiled and said, "It's a good thing we're friends now." It slowly dawned on me that she had not attempted to pull away from the contact, and in fact was still touching me.

As we walked, Krista Marie introduced me to several people, both men and women, but they all seemed to blend together, and for the life of me, I could not remember any of their names. I recall feeling some embarrassment about it, as I knew they would remember my name when we met again later on.

"Would you care for some white wine, or a beer?" Krista Marie asked.

"Cold soda would be nice," I replied, not having developed a taste for either wine or beer at the time.

Moments later, I had an ice cold Pepsi in hand, and gulped half of it down. So engrossed was I in pouring the cold drink down my throat that I failed to hear Aunt Nicole make some excuse, and leave me with her friend, Krista Marie.

It wasn't long before I realized we were alone in a small bedroom just off the pool.

"Sit here, next to me," Krista Marie said quietly. I did so, noticing for the first time her striking blue eyes, and prominent cheek bones.

She was leaning forward, her elbows on her knees, her forearms crossed and the view down the front of her bikini top was breathtaking. I forgot my aunt's caution not to stare.

"I'm told you have the capacity to appreciate women; at least that's what Nicole told me and the way you were eyeing my boobs just now, I'd have to agree with her."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I mumbled, flushing red in embarrassment at being caught. "I know I'm not supposed to stare ... I couldn't help it."

She shrugged, and her breasts seemed to jounce as if attempting to escape their confinement. "Yes, well, it is offensive to many women, but not me. I enjoy being looked at. They are nice, aren't they?"

I wasn't sure that I could trust my ears, and said, "Pardon me?"

"Do you like my tits, Aubrey?"

"Yes, they're very ... nice."

"Well, I take your appreciation as a compliment. It makes me feel attractive. More, it makes me feel desirable."

I nodded, wondering where this was leading.

"And Nicole's the same way," she added.

I couldn't, wouldn't, did not dare to respond to that.

Krista Marie shook her head. "She told me you were a gentleman. And a gentleman tells no tales, does he?"

I nodded my agreement.

"Tell me, Aubrey, have you noticed my ... interest in you?"

"Your interest in me? I ... I don't know what you..."

"Aubrey, you know what I'm talking about," she said matter-of-factly.

"I'm only..."

"I know how old you are," she said with a warm smile, and let her hand rest on my thigh.

I could only look at her. The rest of me was frozen solid.

"Well?" she asked.

"I don't understand," I said, and that was certainly true enough.

"First, I'm Nicole's best friend. We tell each other our secrets. By that I mean, all our secrets."

"You know about..."

She was nodded her head before I could finish the sentence.

"Oh."

"Don't be embarrassed, Aubrey. You've done Nicole a great service. You've made her feel desirable again. Her confidence was low. You raised it. From her account, you raised it several levels."

She paused, and speaking very slowly said, "From what I hear, you're a resilient young man." Her eyes raked my young body from head to toe, lingering longer than required on my crotch and its growing bulge.

"I'd like you to raise mine," she said, and slid a hand up the leg of my bathing suit and cupped my testicles.

My calm, and oh, so suave response, was to start choking and sputtering.

Krista Marie had the answer to my problem already in hand, no pun intended, and solved everything by kissing me, sending her serpentine tongue slithering into my young mouth.

Yes, I had some experience in Frenching. Aunt Nicole had seen to that. And yes, I did enjoy the swapping of tongues. But I was still only 13 ½, and for a grown woman to kiss me like that and fondle my balls in the process was a little much, and I panicked.

Yes, I panicked. Well, that is, up until the moment Krista Maria removed a breast from its holding area in her bikini top, and fed it to me after ending the kiss.

"Don't worry, baby," she cooed into my ear as I suckled. "Krista Marie's not going to let anyone see us. But I have to tell you, I'm so hot and itchy for your cock that I can't stand it."

Talk about a confidence booster. Her words were magical. In seconds my cock was sticking up out of my bathing suit. Well, the head was, anyway.

Krista Marie had ceased talking. The scent of her hair filled my olfactory senses. I could feel her breath on my thigh, and then her soft lips nibbling at the tip of my erection.

I sent a hand into her top and freed the other breast, then took turns sucking on both of them.

She moaned and began sliding my trunks down. They wound up around my ankles and my cock wound up somewhere past her tonsils. I came soon after, but Krista Marie never let up; she kept on sucking and soon I was hard again. Ah, the resiliency of youth.

At some point she released me from her mouth and removed the rest of her clothing. I kicked my trunks away and we found ourselves naked on the bed.