Chapter 15: Improvisation

December had arrived ... so as I got ready to head down for the bus, several thoughts were running thru my head. Of course I was still living in the glow of the three incredible days that had just passed, ranging from the "illicit" trip to Howard Johnson's with the very hungry Joann, to being FLASHED out of my mind by the unpredictable, I guess "raunchy" Christy Anne. Neither was I forgetting the three-ways with the younger girls, OR, the older girls. Thoughts of Vi were there too, as I wondered just where she was in her plans – and in thought ... and then there was Glenna, whose tits I wanted to see and touch again – damn, had I gotten sick of seeing her husband's car sitting there for so many days in a row!

Then I was in the "think tank bus", noting that the days were getting shorter, and the weather was getting cooler to colder, and considering what my strategy might be in continuing to see these wonderful girls and women -- who had changed my life so much in the past few weeks ... I felt a quick tug of my shirt, going from 2nd to 3rd period ... when I turned around, here was a tall brunette to my left, smiling – and, sporting a pony tail and sparkling little earrings. Carly was animated as she touched on what happened a couple of days ago, and then gave me a half kiss, half whisper in my ear, "How about just the two of us, next time?" There was the warning bell, so with about 3 seconds to reply, I regretfully had to pull away, but said "YES" ... the month of December was off to a FLYING start, I thought to myself.

I saw Bev at lunchtime ... I was wondering how I would bring up the chat with Carly, but she put her hand up as soon as she reached me, and said "I know, and I think it is great ... when are you guys getting together... ?" I was a little surprised by her easy acceptance of the idea, but then quickly realized that the three of us, four if you count Barb, had become our own little "clique", basically living by our own rules, without thought of much supervision from any parents -- HA!. I shrugged my shoulders, agreeing, but was a little clueless as to how to plan out this new adventure. Bev just said, "don't worry, I'll have her over to "study again", then I will sit on the porch and be "watch", while the two of you are in the basement ... how about tomorrow... ?" What a girl, what a plan, what a LIFE!

Tuesday afternoon came, Carly's ride dropped her off a little after 3:30, and I had the green light to go down the hill. I met Bev at the porch, but when she leaned forward for affection – I had to hold up both hands and stop her, for fear that somebody, somewhere might see us, and later complicate things with questions. Our secret little program had been air-tight so far, and I did not want to blow it in ANY way. I told her that in so many words, and she quickly understood. Then I went down below, and here was this beautiful, dark-haired girl – still in her pony tail – and once again sitting on the mattress, with a sheet wrapped around her. I noted her clothes folded neatly and stacked on the edge of the mattress, and knew that I was the only one holding things up. She said a quick HI, then dropped the sheet, walking to the end of the mattress on her knees, beautifully Nude. I started pulling off my shirt, she started pulling down my pants. My Dick was in her mouth by the time I looked down. I watched, and felt her work on me, then lowered myself to her for kisses, then stretched her out on her side, so we could have 69 together. It was a fantastic start, for whether we were side by side, her on top, or me on top, we got the best fit that we could ... to ... well ... consume each other (just can't think of a better word).

We finally sat up, letting our hands take the place of where our mouths had been working, and I started kissing her ears and her neck ... realizing these hot spots had been blocked from me by that beautiful black hair, previously. With my tongue licking the outer parts of both ears, I whispered to her how much I liked her, how sexy she was, and how much I wanted her. My words must have clicked with her, for she melted in my arms completely. Then I went to my back, and invited her on top. She licked the underside of my Dick – almost making me go thru the roof – and flicked her tongue on the head, then climbed aboard, loading me inside her ... it was an incredible moment, and I looked deep into her eyes. I said "So ... why ... today?" ... she exhaled, reacting to my throbbing Dick, then said... "I just ... really wanted to see how it would feel to have you ALL OVER me..." That got her an "ummmmmmm", which meant I understood clearly. She started moving on me – and looked so damn sexy in that pony tail, that it was hard for me not to pick up the pace, drill her hard, and cum upward into her. But not wanting to do anything to rush our time together or take any unnecessary chances, I stayed still and let her work. She was pumping me with her pussy, but putting her hands all over me, from the waist up. Every time her fingertips came anywhere close to my mouth, I'd playfully snap at them.

Finally she just put a hand at my mouth, and let me suck her fingers. I asked her, "what am I doing right now?" and she cheerfully replied "sucking". When I matched her hips in movement, I asked, "and what are You doing right now?", and after she got a special thrust from my Dick, she spat out, "Fucking You ". She absorbed another couple of thrusts upward, making her fall down on her elbows – yet she was still pumping hard. It was the perfect moment for me to roll over on top of her, and tell her "great work, Girl ... now it's time for you to rest ... stretch out and I'll FUCK YOU now..." She put both arms above her head, and straightened both legs out, in surrendering to me. Her arms were fully outstretched, and by the way – NO stubble was noticed underneath her long, thin arms ... So with her near motionless, I softened my strokes in her, and asked "What do you like better, FUCKING or Basketball..." She jerked as she made a belly laugh, but them admitted, "well, I'll play basketball with you, but I'd rather FUCK with you..." Damn perfect answer! Then she broke up my laughter with the powerful words, "GIVE IT TO ME".

That was enough for me to stop fooling around, drill her as hard as I could, and let all that cream come up to the end of my Dick ... I gave her the jolt she wanted, then quickly said, "Ready?" ... we both pulled apart from each other, then she came to her knees to take my Dick in her mouth. I didn't touch myself at all, giving her total responsibility of having to take me by the shaft, give it a couple of extra pumps, then let the shooting start directly on her tongue. I started slowing down a little, giving her the cue to get that hard thing into her mouth, close on it, and suck the rest out. I blurted out, "don't leave a drop, BABE", and she intensified her moves, swallowing everything I could put into her ... All along she had been the student and follower, but NOW she was becoming a terrific sexual partner. It didn't hurt that she was tall, sleek, and drop-dead beautiful, either.

She thought I would simply lie down beside her, but I didn't. With her now flat of her back. I picked her up by the hips, and lifted her up to my mouth. With her virtually upside down, I worked past all that pretty black hair, and fucked her with my tongue ... At the moment she started shaking and cumming, her arms and fists were beating the mattress. I think the blood in her body was now rushing to her head, for she begged me to let her down, where she immediately flipped over, buried her face in the pillow, and let out a final scream – smart girl, the pillow muffled a sound that could have been heard halfway up the hill... !.

We sat up a little, gave each other a "wow" look, and were warm and sweaty – the way it's supposed to be. She said "Am I doing everything you want?" I swallowed hard, and said, "Oh YES, BABE ... how could You think anything else?" Then I steadied myself, and said "Do I make you feel good?" We put our foreheads together and shared a MOST LOVING kiss. Then she smiled and said, "Would you like to start GOING TOGETHER? ... I would..." Though I couldn't believe my ears, I said, "but we ARE..." She gave me a warm kiss, but also a punch in the ribs. She raised to her knees, and cupping her tits, she said, "Am I big enough for YOU??" I brought her back down, kissed both of those beauties, and said "You don't have to worry about anything, I think you're terrific..." Then we laid there very still for awhile, before I offered, "shouldn't we check on BEV?" We gathered our clothes, straightened up things on and around the mattress, and worked our way out the door. Bev was sitting there like the perfect guard, listening to her little radio. Carly gave her a little hug, asked about the time, then whispered something to her. They started snickering at each other, then announced that it was "Bev's turn". To signify the moment, Carly took a seat on the porch, and pretended to get comfortable. I watched Bev go all the way down to the door, then turn and give me a look, before disappearing inside.

I looked at Carly, who was now laughing with her hand up to her mouth... "Was this part of the Plan?", but she assured me it was not, and simply said, "Give my Best Friend a few minutes..." As I turned to go back down the hill, I said to this sweetheart, "You're really a dirty Girl, you know that?"

Bev had taken all of her outside clothes off, and was propped up on one elbow on the mattress ... So I got down to my briefs, with her reaching for me. I went down to 69 with her, and we reached inside each other's pants at the same time. She took a quick lick, then said, "Hmmm ... I think you've been with someone today, tastes like Carly..." I fired back with "I Have", then plunged my tongue deep into her pussy – this time working my way inside her very dry lips, but by the time I worked back toward the outside, she was getting very wet ... The darting of my tongue was so hard and sudden, she almost had to go down on my Dick hard, in return. So we feasted on each other, me on Bev's taste, and Bev on Carly's leftover taste ... great slurping ... Knowing I couldn't cum inside her, I ordered, "let's swallow each other whole". Taking over must have worked, for we began to suddenly strain to give everything we could to each other. After a blast both ways, we laid there rubbing each others' legs, softly up and down. When we sat up, with calm, satisfied smiles to each other, I realized ( in fake horror! ) that Bev still had on her Bra. "Well, this is something I don't often get to see... ! ... ummm, c'mere", I said as I brought her up on top of me. I positioned her so that her wet pussy would be right on top of my Dick, then slowly unhooked her. When I threw her bra aside, I just said, "give them to me any way you want". She found a way to dangle them around my lips, and I thought how great it was to have her putting them to my mouth. So I just enjoyed my licking ... Bev closed her eyes and wasn't saying too much, but then she stopped dangling, and started pressing her nipples past my lips and into my mouth. Her breathing was much deeper, and I also noticed that she was grinding on me more and more. I only said, "do you want it? and then "go for it..." She kept working to get the best angle with her pussy, then once she found it, she did as I had suggested. She put power into her grinding, then had it all come together inside her at once – she gave me a stare in my eyes, before closing hers and cumming hard. In a few seconds, she fell into my arms, went thru a series of little body heaves, then went limp. The hugs we gave were our celebration of that satisfying moment ... and also for having grown together in the last weeks, months, and years...

Tuesday nite was routine, with a fairly silent dinner, then refuge in my room to glance at the books, and think about Glenna and Vi. I hadn't had Glenna in my arms in so damn long ... it wasn't that I needed more lovemaking, for I was getting enough for five guys – it was that I truly enjoyed Glenna, the transformation she went thru for me, and the passion she showed, having stored it all inside her for so long. And Vi? I didn't know how to feel about her ... she was suddenly all alone, and very sad ... yet offering me signs that she enjoyed having me near – even close to her. I ran thru my head the times we had sat down together, or "relaxed" in positions that someone could ONLY label suggestive and sexual. But I had restrained myself to gently holding her, in respect for her loss, and likely because I was scared to death of making a wrong move. Yet I could feel myself liking her more, and wanting to touch every inch of her long, slim, athletic body ... No Tits? So what? She didn't need them...

It was when I was coming up the hill on Thursday afternoon, that I saw a familiar figure sitting on her front porch, to my left. After noticing an empty space in her driveway, I smiled at Glenna, as I turned to check our mailbox. When I looked back toward her, she was at HER mailbox (I think FAKING a trip there). We smiled at at each other from one curb to the other, then she said, "Can you come over for a little while, I need you to help me with something". I said I'd be there in 10 minutes. I bolted to the bathroom to brush my teeth, splash on a little after shave, and get over there to attend to Glenna. I hoped the extra prep was for more than washing her CAR!

When I reached the back of her house, I peered thru the thick screen, to see her in that same corner chair as before. When I went inside the back screen door, I latched it behind me. It was a chilly, cloudy fall afternoon, making it very dim on her porch. She sat there very still, then when I got within 15 feet of her, I could see that she had on a very thin nightgown – and possibly nothing else. I could then make out her face, and watched as she reached down between her legs and put her fingers inside her. "I need you right here" was all she said. When I kneeled in front of her, I kept her hand right where she had put it, and started licking the inside of her legs. I couldn't wait to get her ready, then get into that beautiful bush ... So I worked my tongue around and thru her fingers, lightly making contact with her wetness, and moving up a little to lick her clit. She pulled her hand away with a little squeal, then threw her legs up around my neck. For the first time, she didn't put her hands on the back of my head, she instead dug her heels into my back, to pull me into her pussy. It was a shock (to my back, too!), and excited the hell out of me. So with her arms draped on top of her head, I plunged my tongue into her as if it were a small Dick, and just ATE her as hard as I could ... She put her hands over her mouth, to keep from alarming the neighborhood of her CLIMAX. Then in the final couple of seconds before her explosion surfaced, she gripped hard, putting my head in a death-lock ... Rather than screaming, she let her panting tell me how it felt ... When her legs finally relaxed, she reached down and put both hands in my hair, picked me up a little, and said "it's cold, let's go inside"...

When we got to the softness of "OUR" bed (hoping that term still held true), I got out of my clothes, and dove onto her, covering her body. We gave each other tongue – no, THROAT kisses, they were so deep – and meshed every inch of our bodies together. When we finally relaxed and made those kisses into tiny ones ... she pulled back, and said... "Aren't you ever going to say anything???" Then I embarrassingly realized that I hadn't said one single word, since I arrived at her house. That gave us a Laugh that lasted easily half a minute. There could have been a bit of tension in the room, but our ease with each other told me that our feelings were still on track. We cuddled, we kissed, we held, we licked, we rubbed, and we sucked the next hour away. Then she grabbed my Dick – this time with purpose in both hands, and said, "put it inside me, and don't pull out until you have filled me UP" ... I needed no more prompting, and neither did she. Her legs had spread wide open, almost to "9 o'clock & 3 o'clock" (don't know any other way of describing it), so I plunged my Dick into her, only to have her squeeze her legs together under mine, and lock me inside her, as if to hold that grip FOREVER... ! That sped up my attack below, while I pampered her breasts above – it SO made it better, that she KNEW I needed to love them so GOOD. Every lick of her nipples, ever kiss underneath each one of them, and every gentle squeeze I gave them had meaning, for I was living out every fantasy I'd had of her while we were apart It was as if we couldn't get enough of each other ... so passionate was our pure HUNGER for both of us.

When I felt her CUMMING, I let go into her as hard as I possibly could (as you guys know, some releases – depending on the rhythm and timing and emotion – are harder than others ... you can go with anything from a series of little tiny leaks, to small little bursts, to 4 or 5 distinct sharp blasts, to the LIGHTNING BOLTS we ALL want to feel, every damn time) Glenna must have felt my LIGHTNING BOLTS, because each of the four was just as long and strong as the one that came first. She finally stopped moaning and shaking, enough to take my face in her hands, and say "DONE?" Her question threw me off a bit, but she didn't press for an answer, she just took my pause as a "YES", then practically threw me off her, and pounced on my Dick, mouth first. The pressure of her going up and down on me gave ME another lightning bolt. Then she just froze for a couple of seconds, still guiding her fingertips up and down my right leg. Then she propped herself up, and with CUM dripping out of out of her mouth, said... "alllll gone..." Lord Jesus, what a moment. We went back down beside each other, and we both just started giggling together. I finally said, "are we ... still okay... ?", earning only a little bite on my earlobe.

In relaxation and total comfort, I told her how much I'd missed her, wanted to be with her, and was loving every second of this. I asked her if, after spending so many days in row with "Him", did it bother her that she was a married woman, and spending this kind of time with someone else. She thought a second, then put her finger tips where my question had come from, and just said, "this is so special to me, I can't stop wanting it more". My smile confirmed that SHE had given THE best answer. We laid there, and just played with each other's bodies, some places more than others, and talked softly ... Based on her answer, I told her we needed to think about ways I could come over, as if I were still working for her. She immediately reached over and pulled a "10" from her purse alongside our bed, and as much as I appreciated THAT, I pressed on in my thinking ... I said "how about raking leaves, washing the car on clear days here and there, and maybe shoveling snow off your driveway if it comes... ?" She smiled and said, "perfect, SIR ... we can hibernate for a couple of months." and then reminded me, "But don't forget, I can still make a phone call across the street and buy us some extra time with telling "her" that I want you to stay for a sandwich, to thank you for helping me. Then she climbed up on top of me, saying "look at how much you helped me the first five minutes you were here today??" She started playfully pinching, but I started playfully working on those beautiful TITS of hers. She cooperated, by lowering them to my lips.

I didn't even CONSIDER getting out of there until the clock said 5:22 ... damn, I liked this exciting GIRL.

Friday dawned, and I was glad it was the last day of the week ... school was fair-to-middlin', except at the end of the day, when I was heading for the bus, I saw people gathering at the Gym – okay, another home game for our Hoop team ... I wondered, Boys or Girls? I jogged over, and stuck my head inside the door to investigate ... and, SHO' NUFF, here is our "varsity" ( 8th grade, HA! ) Girls Team, warming up. I looked outside, figured I had a minute or two to waste, then stationed myself just inside the court sideline, where our Girls were rotating to take another layup. And here came Carly, #44, beautiful as ever, pony tail flopping around her shoulders as she ran ... she had to keep the pace with the other Girls, but slowed down ever so slightly to give me a kiss – I think it was aimed at my cheek, but it landed on my Ear – close enough! When I jumped on the bus, and went to the back to collapse sideways on the wide seat, I was LIVIN' LARGE, and even though I had no plans for the weekend, I was feeling great.

About 30 minutes later, when I made the final turn to walk up my street, I looked all the way up the hill, then to the left side, where I saw a big truck backed into Vi's driveway. My first impression was that maybe this might have become a moving day for her ... but the truck was much smaller than the tractor-trailer rigs that moved household goods around. I figured I'd better do some "sleuthing" (also known as SNOOPING) to find out what was going on up there ... I saw two guys in coveralls putting some chairs, file cabinets, and small stuff in the truck, but then when I drew even with the driveway, I saw the very tall figure of Vi, standing at the back corner of her house ... after she saw me coming, she didn't put up stop signs, so I moved gradually back to where she was standing. For the first time, I saw her in a business suit ... pinstriped gray, with jacket and skirt, and hose, and semi-high heels. With her standing on the landing about 3-4" above the driveway, she looked so tall and fantastic, dressed-up ... that is, until I got close enough to see her face. She had fixed her hair nicely, had nice earrings on, but her facial expression was blank, pale and withdrawn. She looked miserable...

I could not think of an intelligent word to say, so I just looked back and forth from the workers to her. She smiled just for a second or so, and said, "I am glad to see you, but today is a very bad one for me..." I immediately began to back away, trying to think of the proper apology ... but then she continued... "Can ... you come tomorrow ... in the morning, about 9:00?" I said "of course", then I took steps back toward her, squeezed her hand a little, then got the HELL away from there. As I walked back down the street, I was trying to somehow interpret the preceding 5 minutes ... I thought of the possibilities, but figured I'd find out everything the next morning. But it bothered me to see that truck there.

I was soon back in my house ... then I heard the first MENTION of a haircut for "tomorrow morning" (and, how "badly" overdue I was for one), I stood my ground with my Mom, and said "Maybe later on in the day, I can't go in the morning – I have work to do up the street." She knew the house I was referring to, and said, "Well, you know she's moving, so make sure you get paid". To say I felt a slow burn on the back of my neck would understate how I reacted at that direction. Even though I was only 16, I had already decided that I did NOT like an adult, ANY ADULT, taking maybe 5% of what they saw, and turning it into a 100% TRUTH, putting a period behind it. I HATED when people did that, to show how "expert" they were. Dammit, it's a pet peeve even today, with me in my sixth decade of life...

But, good boy that I was, I let it slide. I ate dinner, I took over the dish chore, then went back to my room, shut the door, and calmed THE HELL down. I thought of good memories from my week, and the great afternoon with Carly (and a little BEV for dessert), as well as my incredibly, physically challenging yet rewarding afternoon with Glenna ... it was SO GOOD to be all over this Girl again, knowing we both wanted it so much.

I listened to radio until deep in the night, then I got the usual tap at the door, telling me to shut it off. This was an early transistor unit, with no hookups available for "earphones" -- that great new invention. I knew I had to upgrade my "entertainment services", and SOON ... a perfect way to spend my bonus dollars!

Saturday morning came, and remembering I had a free pass, I relaxed in bed – knowing I wouldn't get shorn that morning, OR that afternoon (dammit!). I took an especially long shower, ate breakfast quickly, then walked out of the house, with no promise as to what time I would return. I was happy to see Vi's car was still in her driveway, so I made the trek toward her house, and to her back door. She came in a few seconds, inviting me in with a touch on my arm. There was quite a bit more color in her face, and much more of a positive look, too ... She offered coffee, so I sat down and waited for it, while watching her work at the counter, in shorts and a thin top. When she turned around with the two cups, with eyes down, trying not to spill from either of them ... my eyes went straight toward two small points that were showing thru her blouse. So now I knew a little more about her body ... a good thing.

She sat down and started to talk ... but first I apologized for coming by the afternoon before. She smiled and said "it's OK, you may be the only person I was pleased to see" ... Then I said, "is this the last time we'll talk ... I mean is this the last time I'll see you?" She replied, "I hope not!", then she reached across the corner of the table, and touched my left hand, then stayed there long enough to work her fingers into mine, and take a nice friendly grip (like a handshake, I thought) But she held on, telling me that the truck that was there yesterday afternoon had loaded some items of Rey's that she was sending to his parents. He'd had his own "study", that included some personal items & books, and she felt they should go to his Mom & Dad. Then she explained that she had been busy all day Friday, working on insurance papers downtown, switching and updating information – and that was the reason she was dressed up. She went on to remark that she had felt very sad, when she actually watched them go in there and take out the furniture and file cabinets, and even his clothing. It finally came to her that her partner was really gone, and with Rhonda up north, in an extended visit to Grandma & Grandpa's, she felt so lost for a few hours, especially after looking at that room, now so empty. I tugged at her hand, then she stood up a little, stepped forward and sat in my lap, just to be held. She stopped talking, making me know that her mind was still on yesterday, so I held her tighter, and kissed her ever so softly on her cheek – not an easy thing to do, for the woman was still SO damn tall, and her face was above mine, even sitting in my lap...

She gently hugged me back, without saying anything. I finally broke the silence with "Vi, is there anything I can do to help? ... please let me..." Then she turned to me, with a very stern look on her face. She wrapped my head in her arms, then eased up a little, putting her chin on the top of my head. OF COURSE, you all know where, position wise, that put my eyes and mouth ... right? Directly in line with her nipples ... but with her focus in Virginia, or on her past with Rey, or possibly even eons away, I'm certain that none of that dawned on her at all. She got up quickly, put the cups in the sink, then stood there and looked out the window, aimlessly. I muttered "do you... " ... but then she turned around, sank down to her knees, and put her hands on mine.

"I have to tell you something, it is something very few people know." ... and with eyes that were suddenly getting sad and glassy, she said to me... "Rey and I were never married ... we met by chance in the little town near my parents' farm (any of you ever heard of "Gretna"?), we both needed someone to talk to, so we would meet and spend time ... and eventually, he asked me to come live with him ... at first, I thought we would get married, then when our baby Rhonda was born, I was SURE he would want me to be his wife, buttttt ... it just never ... well, he just didn't..." I brought her head down to my lap, and just held her close, stroking her hair, trying to understand what she'd just told me. I watched her cry ... and held her until she stopped. She looked up and asked if I was angry with her ... I managed a very definitive NO shake of my head. I tried to find the right words, but she was doing a better job at talking than I was, at the moment. She said, "there is a woman and her little boy who live on the next street, in fact their back yard is right there... (pointing in the direction of Joann's house) Some people talk about her, and she has no husband, and they just don't care for her to be in the neighborhood.

I told Vi that really it was none of anyone's business, and that since I worked for the lady she was talking about, I had come to know her, and she seemed like a very nice person (whew, that little half truth was carefully put... ). I told Vi, "your situation is not like her's ... the whole street knows that you just lost your HUSBAND, and that now you are all ALONE. I see no reason for either of us to go up and down the street knocking on doors, and giving these nosy, stupid people any more details about THAT, do you? " ... See nodded thru her tears, and then started wiping her face dry, in a real effort to snap out of the mood she had fallen into during her confession. "One damn thing is for sure, I think you're a beautiful woman, who deserves to be happy, and I'll do anything I can, to help you get that feeling back." I got a terrific, very friendly hug ... but one that included knuckles and nails up and down my back.-- giving me a nice sensation.