Mary Ann walked slowly around the pool. She took her time. Mickey savored every moment. He watched her from the kitchen window, spellbound, as she picked up her towel and dried her dripping body. She passed the towel over her full, up-thrust breasts and smooth flanks. A sudden numbness came over Mickey as Mary Ann dried her triangle. He wished he were the towel so he could touch her there. His mind whirled. His sister, his own sister, and he wanted her.
CHAPTER ONE
"Wow look at that!" the two boys gasped in wide-eyed astonishment at the picture in the magazine they held. The picture was of a reclining nude woman, her legs spread wide, revealing her hairy pussy in vivid detail.
"Wow! Would I like to fuck her," Kenny whispered with a snicker. "Man, can you imagine what it would be like to stick your pecker into something like that?"
Mickey eyed the picture and tried to imagine himself between those open thighs. There was a strange tightness in his belly as his eyes traveled over the naked body of the woman in the picture. Her breasts were large, with huge, dark-brown nipples. Mickey's virgin prick swelled with desire as his eyes once more focused on the dark, furry slit between her legs.
Kenny turned the page. The next picture was of a different woman on her hands and knees. Her ass faced the camera. Mickey's heart raced as he stared at the woman's pussy and her small, wrinkled ass-hole. He couldn't believe his eyes. He had never really thought of girls as having ass-holes before. Now he was looking at one. His prick was so hard he was afraid he was going to tear his pants. His whole body ached with desire.
"That picture reminds me of Carol," Kenny said proudly. "Boy, did that chick dig on having it in her ass. You ever tried it in a girl's ass?"
Mickey shook his head. He had never even seen a real girl naked, let alone made love to one, but he was not going to admit that to Kenny. He wondered if Kenny was really telling the truth. Had he really done it with a girl?
"That Carol was quite a chick," Kenny continued boastfully. "I never saw a girl who like to fuck as much as she did. Man, every time I went out with her she could hardly wait to get laid. Most of the time she didn't even wear panties, so that made it even easier. All I had to do was run my hand up her dress and feel her naked cunt, all wet and hot."
Was a girl's thing really hot, Mickey wondered. Unconsciously he touched the pussy of the woman in the picture. He wondered what it was like to touch a real girl down there. Was it really hairy like that? Did girls really like to have guys touch them there? A feeling of deep frustration came over Mickey. He was fifteen and still a cherry. Why couldn't he be like Kenny and have a girl to make love to? Maybe there was something wrong with him, something girls didn't like?
Mickey and Kenny looked at the magazine as they walked slowly home from school. The pictures were bad enough to Mickey, but he had to listen to Kenny's bragging about all the girls he had had. The wild, erotic tales had gotten to Mickey. He felt frustrated and angry with himself. He was determined to screw a girl as soon as possible. In his mind he began going through the girls he knew. He wondered if any of them had ever done it. Maybe he would die an old man without ever knowing what it was like to fuck a girl. No, he would not let that happen.
When he got home Mickey ran to his room. His prick hurt. In his mind he could still see the pictures in that magazine. In the bathroom he unzipped his pants. His erect penis burst forth, ready for action. Only there was no girl to offer relief. Mickey held his hard prick and stared down at it. He began to slowly massage it. It felt so good. He closed his eyes. Hot, burning flashes shot through him. He rubbed his prick harder. He could not stand it. He groaned as his hot juices squirted out into the toilet bowl.
Mickey was dazed and drained as he held his slowly shrinking prick. Did it feel that good to do it with a girl? Maybe it even felt better? He left the bathroom feeling let down. Masturbation was no substitute for the real thing. He had to get a girl and soon. What would his friends think if they ever found out he had never screwed a girl?
Mickey wandered downstairs to the patio. Mary Ann, his older sister, lay beside the swimming pool, sunbathing. Mickey could not help staring at her almost nude body. Mary Ann lay on a towel on her stomach. The top of her bikini was unfastened. Mickey felt a hot rush inside of him. She lay with her arms folded under her head. In this position Mickey could see the bulge of her full breasts. He stood still for a long time, hoping she would rise up so he could see her full, naked breasts. Did she have big, pink nipples like some of the pictures he had seen? His eyes traveled slowly over Mary Ann's golden body. His heart skipped a beat as he saw how the bottom of her bikini had slipped down, leaving an inch or so of the cleft of her ass exposed. Mickey swallowed hard. He took a couple of hesitant steps toward his sister. She was asleep. Maybe he could sneak up on her and pull down her bikini bottom before she woke up. He wondered what her bare bottom looked like. He stepped nearer. He was almost to her when she looked up.
"Mickey! Don't sneak up on me like that," Mary Ann scolded.
Mickey did not answer. He could not take his eyes from the exposed cleft of her buttocks. If Mary Ann noticed the look of lust in his eyes or where his eyes focused, she gave no hint of it. Finally Mickey sat down beside her. She was so close he could almost feel the radiating heat of her body. He tried desperately to suppress the deep desire he felt gnawing at him. It was wrong to feel this way about his own sister, to look at her like this. In final desperation he turned his head away from her. It didn't work. Somehow, as if drawn by a control beyond him, his eyes wandered back to the body so close beside him.
"Here Mickey, as long as you're sitting there why don't you make yourself useful and rub some more lotion on my back."
As Mary Ann stretched her arm out to hand the suntan lotion to him, Mickey had a fleeting glimpse of the full side of her bare breast. His heart pounded. If she raised her body just a little more he would be able to see her nipple. His hope vanished as she handed him the bottle and settled back on her stomach. Full of disappointment he rubbed the lotion on her gleaming, bare back. Her skin was hot to the touch. A growing desire rose inside of him as he spread the lotion across her shoulders. He almost gasped with the feel of her hot, burning bare skin beneath his hand. He closed his eyes and allowed his hands to travel lightly over Mary Ann's naked back. He was actually caressing a girl's nude back. His mind drifted. For the moment he forgot the girl in front of him was his own sister. His imagination went rampant. She was a virgin princess, he a handsome prince. He had come to her and now she had opened herself to him. She lay, fully nude, in his arms, waiting for him, begging for him to take her. He could feel the rich warmness of her naked body pressed tightly against him, and could feel his own surging manhood. She was ready. The moment had arrived. She stretched out. Her thighs parted. He stared at her open, waiting sex and it seemed strange. It was blurry. He could not see it clearly. It was there. It was waiting for him, but it seemed far away, unreachable, indistinct. He could see her furry triangle, but the cleft of her sex was not there. What was wrong?
"Mickey, I think you've rubbed my back enough."
Mary Ann's voice shattered his vision. like a little whipped puppy Mickey took his hand away from his sister's back. Again he stared down at her rich expanse of bare flesh. His eyes again caught on the exposed cleft of her buttocks. It seemed as if the bottom of her bikini had slid even lower. At least a whole inch of her crack was now exposed.
In silence Mickey stood up and walked back to the house. He could not take looking at Mary Ann any longer. He had to get away from her before he did something he would be ashamed of later. In the kitchen he turned his right palm up and stared at it. It was hard to believe a few moments ago he had actually been caressing a girl's bare skin. He closed his eyes again and he could still feel her silky softness.
Mickey made himself a sandwich and sat down at the kitchen table. A tangled fantasy of naked girls danced through his mind. What was wrong with him, he wondered. All of his buddies had already had girls, had actually made love to them, but he had never even seen a real girl naked. There must be something about him that girls did not like. What was it? What was it like to screw a girl? Did it hurt her to have a guy stick his thing in her? Did it feel good? He did not know but he was going to find out, somehow.
The kitchen faced the patio and pool. From where he sat, Mickey could see Mary Ann beside the pool. Again his heart beat rapidly as he stared at her body. He tried to imagine what she would look like without her bikini bottom. As he watched, Mary Ann suddenly raised herself up on her elbows. Mickey almost dropped his sandwich as he saw her full, hanging breasts. His temples pounded. He stared at her naked breasts. He blinked his eyes to make sure he was not dreaming. No, it was real. To his complete surprise Mary Ann rolled over on her back. Her lush, pink-tipped breasts pointed straight up to the blue sky. Mickey held his breath. He could not believe this was really happening.
Mary Ann's breasts were large, with bright pink nipples. Mickey could almost feel their pliant softness in his hands. He longed to touch her breasts, to see if they were really as soft as he imagined.
Mickey's body was ready to explode with pent-up desire. His groin ached. His penis was swollen so hard it hurt. His left hand dropped unconsciously to his crotch. He squeezed and rubbed his hard prick. Mickey was stunned as he stared out the window at Mary Ann's half-naked loveliness. Did she know he was watching her? Surely not. She would not be displaying herself like this if she knew. Or would she? Mickey unzipped his pants and let his excited penis out. He groaned as he ran his hand over his hard length.
With his eyes fixed on Mary Ann's naked breasts he rubbed himself. It felt so good. He slowly massaged his stiff prick, enjoying the pleasant feelings which shot through his body.
Mary Ann's breasts rose and fell softly in the warm sun. She seemed so relaxed, so peaceful and so desirable. Mickey stared wide-eyed. He still could not believe he was actually seeing a girl's bare breasts. It did not matter if the girl was his sister. It was the idea that at last he could say he had at least seen a girl's tits. Mickey rubbed himself harder. A sharp spasm shot through him. He gasped. His prick swelled in his hand. Wild with desire he closed his eyes. A vision of a nude Mary Ann flashed before him. A moan died on his lips. His prick jerked suddenly. A violent spasm rocked his entire body as he felt something warm and sticky in his hand.
When the last sensation had faded, Mickey raised his hand. It was covered with his white cream. He stared at his love juice for a moment, then took a paper towel and wiped his hand. The front of his pants was a mess, and there were telling drops on the kitchen floor. He quickly wiped them up.
When Mickey again looked out the window Mary Ann had disappeared. Her towel was still there but she was gone. His flashing eyes searched the patio and pool area for her. Then he spotted her in the pool and breathed a deep sigh of relief. He watched as she leisurely swam the length of the pool. Her sleek body glided effortlessly through the still water. Mickey suddenly gasped as Mary Ann rolled onto her back and he saw her naked breasts again. The water cascaded from her body. Tiny drops clung to her firm mounds and sparkled like a thousand tiny diamonds on her body. He could not take his eyes from her pink-tipped mounds. She was beautiful. Mickey could hardly get his breath. There was a strange tightness in his chest. He thought of the pictures he had seen of naked girls. Now he was seeing the real thing, even if it was just her breasts and not her whole body.
Mary Ann swam to the shallow end of the pool and stood up. The water was only waist deep. She turned toward the house. Mickey had a full view of her heaving tits. His head throbbed. His mouth dropped. His heart almost stopped beating as Mary Ann climbed out of the pool. She was completely naked. Mickey's head spun, and his pulse quickened as he stared at his sister's nude body. Her buttocks jiggled as she stepped away from the pool. The sight of her bare ass sent a quiver of desire through Mickey. He held his breath as she slowly turned to face him. There it was, the forbidden object of all his dreams. He stared at the dark brown triangle of her sex. So girls really did have hair down there on their thing.
Mary Ann walked slowly around the pool. She took her time. Mickey savored every moment. He watched, spellbound,. as she picked up her towel and dried her dripping body. She passed the towel over her full, up-thrust breasts and smooth flanks. A sudden numbness came over Mickey as Mary Ann dried her triangle. He wished he were the towel so he could touch her there. He had expected her to put her bikini back on, but instead she just wrapped the towel around her damp, naked body, picked up her discarded bikini and walked toward the house.
Mickey's mind whirled. He had really seen a naked girl. Maybe he had dreamed it all. He scrambled to the kitchen table and sat with his back to the window as Mary Ann approached the house. He pretended not to see her as she entered the kitchen. From the corner of his eyes he watched her. Why did she smile at him like that? Did she know he had been watching her? Mickey blushed and lowered his head.
Mary Ann didn't say anything. She just gave him a passing glance then crossed the room to the refrigerator.
"Anything good in here to eat. I always get hungry after a swim."
Mary Ann opened the refrigerator and bent over to get something from the bottom shelf. Mickey sucked in his breath sharply as her towel rose in back to reveal the lower part of her full, creamy twin buttocks. He stared at her exposed cheeks. A sudden feeling of shame came over him. He should not be looking at his sister like this. It was wrong. Mary Ann was a nice girl and he was eyeing her like she was a common tramp who was deliberately showing off her body. She certainly did not realize he had seen her nude or how her towel had risen in back to expose her ass. He was relieved when she straightened up.
With an orange in her hand, Mary Ann left the kitchen. He heard her light footsteps as she padded upstairs to her room.
CHAPTER TWO
It was hard for Mary Ann to keep from laughing as she went upstairs to her room. Mickey was so dumb. The poor kid was in a state of shock. Perhaps she should not have teased him so much. She grinned as she remembered the look on his face when she had deliberately gotten up while he was sitting beside her at the pool so he could see her breasts. She would have liked to see the look on his face when she climbed out of the pool naked. She wondered if he had ever seen a naked girl before. She had come close to laughing at him a minute ago in the kitchen when she had bent over so he could see her bare ass.
At the top of the stairs Mary Ann slipped the towel from her body and walked naked down the hall. It gave her a delicious, warm feeling all over to be nude like this. She hated clothes, they were so confining, so restraining. She loved the complete freedom of total nudity.
Mary Ann wondered if Mickey had realized she had been deliberately putting on a show for him. Did he know that she knew all the time he was watching her from the kitchen window? He was so naive he probably did not think she was aware he had seen her.
Alone in her room, Mary Ann stretched out on her bed, still nude. A warm, gentle breeze flowed in from an open window. It felt good as it passed over her naked body, creating a tiny ripple of desire. She closed her eyes.
It had been fun to play her little game with Mickey. Poor guy, maybe she had been too hard on him. She could still see the stunned look on his face as she came into the kitchen. He had tried so hard to pretend he had not been watching her. Well, if he had never seen a girl naked before, he had now. She grinned.
Teasing guys was Mary Ann's favorite game. She loved to see how excited she could get a guy. It gave her a deep sense of power to see the hungry looks in their eyes. She had a beautiful body, so why should she not show it off? She really dug having guys admire her and to see the looks of jealous envy in the eyes of other girls.
Mary Ann got up from her bed and crossed the room to a full-length mirror. She studied her reflection with admiration. Her eyes traveled slowly down over her rich nakedness. Her breasts were large and firm. Her pink nipples stood proudly erect. Her body tapered to a narrow waist, then flared gracefully into full, curving hips. For a moment she eyed the tangle of dark brown curls on her pubic mound. She turned slowly until she could see the twin cheeks of her buttocks. They were firm, not flabby like so many girls'. Mary Ann's baby-doll face, framed with long, auburn hair and accented with large, blue eyes seemed out of place on such a richly developed body.
Later, after she had taken a warm, refreshing bath and slipped into a backless mini, Mary Ann went back downstairs. She loved to wear this backless dress. It gave her a distinct sense of freedom since she could not wear a bra under it. She loved to feel her unrestrained breasts bounce freely under the thin material. Once she had even gone so far as to not wear panties under the dress. That had really been a far out trip. She had felt completely naked.
Mickey was in the living room, staring blankly at the television. It was obvious his mind was not on the program. Mary Ann wondered if he was still thinking about seeing her nude. She grinned. Poor dumb kid, she thought.
"Hi Mickey. Anything good on TV?"
Mickey looked up slowly and shook his head. Mary Ann watched his eyes travel over her thinly clad body. He was mentally undressing her, she realized. She must have really shaken him up. He had never looked at her like this before. Mary Ann sat down in a big, leather chair across from Mickey. She crossed her legs, making sure he could see up her dress if he looked. He looked, and judging from his gaping mouth and bulging eyes he had seen the whiteness of her panties. Mary Ann almost wished she had not worn panties. It would really have stunned him to see her hairy nest.
Mickey turned away and tried to concentrate on the television. Every once in a while Mary Ann would catch him eyeing her creamy thighs. A swelling desire filled her. She could feel it growing in her lower stomach and working slowly up to engulf her whole body. She pressed her thighs together and almost gasped as a hot flash surged through her. Her body quivered. God, it felt so good. If Mickey were not her brother, she would seduce him right now. Her breath came in short, quick gasps. She needed a man. She needed to feel a hard prick thrust deep into her hungry pussy. Her body ached with desire.
Mickey was oblivious to what was happening to his sister. It would never have occurred to him that girls could become aroused like Mary Ann was now. He sat on the floor, his back against the sofa, staring at the blurry screen of the television. His eyes moved to Mary Ann. Through the thin material of her dress he could see the faint outline of her nipples. His heart skipped a beat as he looked up her dress and saw her thin white panties. A strange look was on her face. He jerked his eyes away from the spot between her legs. She had caught him looking. He blushed.
Mary Ann's hand began to inch toward her crotch. She forgot about Mickey as she inched her skirt higher. Her pussy was on fire. Passion and desire grew stronger. She caught herself just in time. She suddenly remembered Mickey was watching her. Her senses slowly returned. Damn him, anyway, she thought. If he had any sense at all he would have realized her desperate need and rushed to satisfy it. Mary Ann smoothed her skirt and sat up straighter. What was wrong with Mickey? Was he afraid of girls? Maybe he was queer? It was probably because she was his sister. Well, if she was not overly concerned with that minor detail why should it bother him? Anger suddenly flared in Mary Ann. In frustration, with an unsatisfied need, she left the room.
Mary Ann went for a walk. She had to get away from her stupid brother. Even after she had deliberately let him see her naked, the dumb ass still did not realize she needed to be physically satisfied. How stupid could a guy be? The ache and burning desire had left her now. In their place there was only a deep, unfulfilled emptiness. She walked slowly down the sidewalk, her unfettered breasts jiggled with each step. In her anger Mary Ann was oblivious to her sexy appearance. She was no longer teasing.
When she returned to the house Mickey was gone. The house was deserted. Mary Ann went to the living room, turned on the TV and settled down in her father's large, black recliner. The sense of frustration which she had felt faded as she thought back to how she had teased poor Mickey earlier. She wondered if he would tell his buddies how he had seen her naked. They probably would not believe him if he did, she decided. The memory of her teasing brought the hot flashes back to race through her body. She moaned softly and pushed the recliner back to the full horizontal position. Burning desire welled inside of her again. She reached behind her neck, untied the top of her dress and pulled it down to lay bare her proud, up-thrust breasts. Already her nipples were erect, begging to be kissed and caressed. Her hands came up to cup and squeeze each firm mound. She delighted in the feel of her own warm flesh filling her hands.
With her eyes closed, the TV forgotten, Mary Ann groaned as ecstatic waves of desire swept her up higher and higher. This time she would find satisfaction. She pressed her thighs together, feeling a sharp spasm dart through her dripping pussy. With a deep, unfilled need driving her, Mary Ann raised her hips. She lifted her short skirt and slipped her panties off. With her thighs spread wide she lay back in the chair. Her right hand darted to her furry mound. She moaned and twisted her body. It felt so good as she gently massaged her burning clitoris. She rubbed the lips of her pussy together and groaned in ecstasy. A trembling finger searched the hot, moist valley between her cunt lips. Mary Ann's hips arched high as her finger sank slowly into the moist heat of her young pussy. She wished it was a big, long prick inside of her now instead of her own inadequate finger. In and out her finger pumped, driving her mad with desire, arousing sharp spurts of erotic frenzy which made her toes tingle.
An erotic vision danced before her eyes as she remembered the first time she had let a boy make love to her. How long ago had it been? A year? Two years? She could not remember. It had been on her first real date with a boy. She had spent all morning grooming herself. She wanted to look just right for Bob. They were going to the beach so she bought a new bikini to show off her blossoming figure to full advantage. Bob took her to an isolated little cove where they had the entire beach to themselves. They splashed and played in the surf for a while, then lay in the hot sun to dry off. Maybe it was the setting, or perhaps without realizing it Mary Ann invited that first, tender, exploring kiss. The touch of Bob's lips against hers sent a tingle of delight shooting through Mary Ann. The first kiss led to another. Before long Mary Ann felt Bob's probing tongue dancing inside of her mouth. She responded with equally ardent kisses. Nobody had ever kissed her like this before. Her body felt warm and tingled all over. Their tongues exchanged mutual caresses. Then Bob was leaning over her. She felt his hands move over her youthful, untouched body. His touch aroused feelings she had never known. Dizzy with excitement, Mary Ann was almost unaware when his hand touched the soft mounds of her budding breasts. The full length of their bodies touched. An electric shock passed through Mary Ann. Her body trembled as Bob eased her bikini top up to lay bare her virgin breasts. His head dropped to the firm little mounds and kissed each small pink nipple in turn. Mary Ann lay in a state of shock, unable and unwilling to make him stop. She did not even protest when he reached behind her back, unhooked the bikini top and threw it aside. For the first time Mary Ann lay almost nude in a boy's arms. The feeling left her breathless. It was only when Bob began tugging at her bikini bottom that Mary Ann snapped out of her reverie.
"No!" she protested. "Bob! Please don't."
Bob hushed her protests with passionate kisses. Mary Ann froze. No, this could not be happening, not to her, not here. Bob was rougher now, more insistent. He seemed almost desperate as he fought to lay bare the last of her hidden charms. Desire suddenly overruled the fear Mary Ann felt. With a final, feeble groan she gave up her struggle. The struggle had been more with herself anyway. She wanted him. She wanted him to take her, to make love to her, to satisfy the deep, fiery need she felt. At last she raised her hips as a sign of surrender. Bob eased the tight bikini bottom down to her knees. Mary Ann herself pulled it the rest of the way off. Now fully naked she lay in Bob's arms. It was a luscious feeling. Even through his bathing trunks she could feel his maleness asserting itself. Now she wanted him naked. She wanted to feel the full warmth of their nude bodies pressed together, As if reading her thoughts, Bob slipped out of his trunks. For a brief instant Mary Ann stared at his erect penis. It frightened her, it was so big. She would never be able to take all of it into her soft body.
Bob settled on top of Mary Ann. She gasped. Her thighs opened. Her fears were put aside as pure lust engulfed her. His hot, probing organ brushed against the pulsating lips of her tender young pussy. Something shot through Mary Ann as the stiff prick caressed her small clitoris. She had never felt anything like the feeling which now poured over her. Even when she caressed herself down there it did not feel this good. She brought her legs up and locked them across Bob's trembling body. He thrust his hips. His prick brushed her pussy but would not go in.
"Put it in," he groaned. "Put it in."
Mary Ann was confused. What did he mean? He thrust madly at her. Mary Ann could not wait any longer. She had to know what it was like. She wanted to feel like a woman. Her young hand slipped between their bodies to grasp his pulsating prick. The feel of it in her small hand filled Mary Ann with a burning fever. It was so big and hard. For a moment she just savored the feel of his prick in her hand. Then she slowly guided it to her waiting nest. Her vaginal lips parted to accept the massive head of his cock. Mary Ann gasped and groaned as he settled into her. At last she was a woman. She clasped Bob tighter as he settled more of his hard length into her virgin cunt. A searing, burning pain suddenly ripped through Mary Ann. She screamed and tried to push Bob away. It hurt. Oh God, it hurt.
"Stop, Bob! Please stop! It hurts too much."
Tears rolled down her cheeks as Bob plunged deeper into her bleeding pussy. He was ripping her apart.
Bob grunted and groaned as he worked his hard cock in and out of her aching pussy. Each thrust sent more of his hardness plunging into her. Mary Ann gave a final, spasmodic heave as Bob buried the full length of his cock in her cunt. She almost passed out as the burning pain drove into her brain, numbing her senses.
Then suddenly the pain was gone. It felt good again, real good. Bob thrust in and out faster. Mary Ann's body began to respond. Her hips arched to meet his. Their pubic bones ground together. Bob's prick thrust deep into her body. Mary Ann sighed. A wave of pure joy came over her. She gasped for breath. Her muscles ached. She pulled Bob's head down and their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. The heavens opened. An involuntary scream escaped from Mary Ann as a volcano erupted inside of her body. She clutched tightly against Bob as wild, ecstatic darts shot through her. She rode a wild, rushing river to the peak of pleasure as she had never known it. Finally she collapsed. Weak and limp, she lay in a stupor as Bob finished. She felt his hot juices shooting deep inside of her body.
This vision faded. Mary Ann opened her eyes. Her body was bathed in sweat. Her hand was covered with the juices of her own lovemaking. She lay back in the chair, gasping for breath, her thighs still spread wide. It had seemed so real. For a moment she had really been back on that beach with Bob. Her senses slowly returned. She got up from the chair. The black, leather material was wet where she had lain. She slipped out of her soaked dress, picked up her discarded panties and walked naked to her room for a shower.
CHAPTER THREE
"Come on, Mickey. I tell you this girl is so hot to fuck you'll probably be screwing her five minutes after she gets in the car. What's wrong? Don't you want a sure piece of ass?"
Mickey hesitated. Sure he wanted to ball a chick, but something held him back, made him afraid to bridge the final gap between boyhood and manhood. All day his buddy, Pete, had been trying to talk him into a double date. Pete had a chick lined up, but she would go only if he could find a partner for her friend. Pete had tried every argument with Mickey, but Mickey would not accept the invitation.
"Mickey, I tell you this chick is really far out. Man, she's beautiful and built like a brick shithouse. She has big tits and a nice, round little ass."
Mickey tried to picture the girl in his mind. He wondered if she was as pretty as Mary Ann. The memory of Mary Ann in the nude came flashing back to him. Even now he could see her breasts and creamy body as she stood beside the pool, drying her naked body. Most of all he could remember the dark triangle of hair at her crotch and wondered what deep secret lay between her warm thighs. A deep, churning sensation rolled in his lower stomach. His prick began to rise. Quickly he pushed Mary Ann from his thoughts.
"Okay, I'll go."
The words came out before Mickey could think twice about it. Pete's face brightened.
"Great! Man, you won't be sorry. I swear this chick you'll be dating has the hottest pants in town. You'll really dig her."
Pete's enthusiasm filled Mickey with a burning desire to sink his prick into the girl right now. He tried to imagine what it was going to be like. Maybe the girl would not like him. Maybe she would not even go with him. What if he could not satisfy her? His mind raced with wild dreams of what it was going to be like, and wild fears of how it might turn out. Would she let him take her clothes off? Would he be able to see her naked and touch her warm, soft body?
Judy was everything Pete had promised. Mickey could not really believe it when he first saw her and realized how pretty she really was. He had half-expected a fat, ugly girl with buck teeth. Instead, Judy had a cute, pixie-like face framed with long, blonde hair. She looked sweet and innocent. Mickey began to doubt the wild tales Pete had told him about her. It was her body which really struck Mickey. She may have been only fifteen, but her body was that of a grown woman. Mickey stared at her as she got into the back scat of the car with him. He noticed the way her breasts jiggled when she walked and knew she was not wearing a bra. She leaned over to get into the car and her short mini rose. For a brief, breathless moment Mickey had a glimpse of her black lace panties.
Pete and his girl, Barbara, were in the front seat, Mickey and Judy in the back. Mickey noticed how Barbara slid over next to Pete and how he slipped his arm around her shoulders. Mickey glanced at Judy. She sat on the far side of the car, staring out of the window. If she had hot pants, she certainly was calm about it. Mickey wondered if he dared to slide over next to her. She did not like him. He knew this would happen. What would she do if he put his arm around her? She would probably slap him. He wanted to say something, anything to break the icy silence between them, but his mind was blank. What did you say to a girl when you wanted to make out with her? You certainly did not just tell her to take off her pants and then go to it.
Pete and Barbara were whispering to each other. Every once in a while Barbara would kiss Pete on his cheek. Mickey envied his buddy. He glanced at Judy again. He caught her eyeing him. He blushed and turned. away. This was no way to behave with a girl. Why couldn't he think of something to say?
"Where do you go to school, Mickey?"
Mickey jumped, startled at the sound of Judy's soft voice. He turned slowly. She had slid closer to him. She was looking directly at him.
"Woodrow Wilson," Mickey answered in a choked whisper. In the darkness he could barely see Judy's face. That somehow made it easier.
"I go to Jefferson," Judy replied. "But I know a lot of kids at Wilson."
Mickey could not believe Judy was actually talking to him. His heart pounded. He was glad it was dark so Judy could not see how he was blushing. By the time they got to the drive-in theater Judy was sitting close to Mickey. He had put his arm around her shoulder and they were talking in excited, hushed whispers. He had been afraid to put his arm around her. He had imagined she would get mad and that would be the end of everything. He had calmly placed his arm on the back of the seat, half-expecting Judy to move farther away. Instead, Judy recognized the invitation and, to his surprise, slid closer to him.
The first touch of his arm on her soft shoulders had sent a shiver shooting through Mickey. He was sure Judy could hear the wild pounding of his heart.
After they had parked in the theater, Pete and Barbara sank down on the front seat out of sight. Now Mickey felt alone with Judy. At first he actually tried to watch the movie. But he could not concentrate on the picture with Judy's warm, soft body so close to his. She laid her head on his shoulder. His whole body trembled. He felt her feminine softness under his arm and wondered what he should do next. Should he try to kiss her? He dared a quick look at her face. Her eyes were closed. Was she asleep? For a moment he hesitated. Then, while his courage was still up, he quickly, fearfully, kissed her cheek. There was the roar of thunder in his ears. His head pounded with a wild rush of excitement. He had done it. He had actually kissed her. Pleased and more confident, Mickey slid lower in the seat. He drew Judy closer. She needed no urging. Now he felt the full softness of her young body pressed against him. Words failed him.. He knew he should say something endearing to her. Maybe he should call her honey or baby. No, that sounded too corny. He jumped suddenly when he felt her hand touch his thigh. He swallowed hard. In the darkness he could not see her plainly, but he felt the nearness of her tender face. Sighs and moans came from the front scat. What were Pete and Barbara doing? With his heart racing and his body trembling, Mickey leaned over Judy. This time he kissed her warm, moist lips. The touch of her lips sent a quiver of desire through Mickey. He held the kiss, savoring each delicious moment. His right hand slipped around Judy's narrow waist and drew her close. Was he doing the right thing, he wondered. Judy's inflaming hand moved slowly up his thigh. He hardly dared to breathe. This was easier than he had thought it would be. He kissed Judy again. This time he felt the tip of her tongue push against his lips. He opened his mouth and her tongue darted in.
Mickey could not remember how it had happened, what he had done, but Judy's hand suddenly touched the growing hardness of his prick. He jumped. Her small hand caressed him through his pants. Pete had been right. Judy did have hot pants. Mickey groaned as Judy's hand moved over him. No girl had ever touched him there. It felt so good. Mickey knew she wanted him to touch her, but where did he begin? It somehow did not seem right for him to just run his hand up her skirt and pull her pants down. Trying hard to appear like an experienced lover, Mickey nonchalantly let his hand slip from her shoulder. A nervous tremor passed through him as his hand inched its way from her shoulder toward the softness of her heaving breasts. Judy offered no resistance as his hand closed on her left breast. Since she was not wearing a bra Mickey could feel her pliant softness and the tightness of her nipple through her thin dress. For the first time Mickey touched a girl's breast. It was like one of the wild fantasies he dreamed sometimes at night. The softness in his hand told him this was no dream. This was very real.
"Kiss me, Mickey. Kiss me," Judy begged.
Mickey kissed her. This time his tongue invaded the warmth of her mouth. Wild sensations danced through Mickey. Judy clutched his prick tighter. He gasped. Almost before he realized what he was doing, Mickey's hand slipped inside the loose neck of Judy's dress and closed on her bare breasts. He heard her sigh as he cupped each of her firm mounds and felt her taut nipples. His head began to spin. He could hardly get his breath. Judy's body trembled. She pushed herself against him. A burning desire swelled in Mickey. Judy unzipped his pants. His swollen prick burst out, filling her small, soft hand. She caressed its full, hard length while her lips were still locked to Mickey's. With his heart racing and his body trembling, Mickey slipped Judy's loose-fitting dress from her shoulders. It fell to her waist and even in the dim light, Mickey could see her full, rich breasts in all of their naked beauty. She arched her breasts up, begging for him to kiss her aching mounds. He reached out hesitantly. His hand touched her soft, naked breasts. What did he do now? Was he supposed to rush to pull her pants down and plunge his bursting prick into her burning snatch? Her hand on his prick drove him wild with lust. Something was happening to him. The churning in his lower belly grew stronger. Helpless, he fell back against the seat as Judy's hand plunged into his pants to cup and squeeze his swollen balls. like a zombie Mickey lay back and let her take the lead. He was no longer capable of even moving. His eyes rolled back as a sharp convulsion rocked him from head to toe. Judy stirred beside him. Her hand left his prick. Mickey groaned his disappointment. It was all over. This was all Judy was going to do. He would not find out what it was like to screw a girl. Mickey opened his eyes just in time to see Judy pull down her black lace panties. Her skirt was gathered around her waist. Mickey gasped. Even in the darkness he could see the golden hair between her open thighs. Judy took his right hand and guided it to her thigh. She moved his hand along her silken smoothness while Mickey lay in a deep stupor. He could not believe how soft and smooth and warm her bare skin was. Her quivering thighs opened wider. Without guidance Mickey's hand slipped up her trembling thigh until he touched the stiff, pubic curls. Judy sighed. She lay back, eyes closed, thighs widespread, her hips moving rhythmically.
Mickey wished it was daylight so he could really see Judy's naked body. In the faint light her body seemed to glow. He stared down at her in wide-eyed disbelief. He had to have her. He had to know the secret joys of her body. Judy slid lower on the seat. She opened herself to his eager, probing, exploring hand. She was really letting him touch her most intimate part. Mickey was dizzy with excitement as he felt the hot, moist lips of her pussy and searched in vain for the mysterious hole.
Mickey was on fire. He could not wait any longer. He started to move between Judy's open thighs. She suddenly pushed him back. She moved frantically as she slipped out of her dress. Now fully naked she unbuckled Mickey's belt. He raised his hips as she tugged his pants down. With his pants around his ankles Mickey was unable to move. His hard prick danced in the cool air. He felt Judy's hand on him again. He groaned. Judy straddled him. Her lush, soft breasts brushed lightly against his face. Judy guided him as she slowly sank down, engulfing the full length of his erect cock in her hot, little cunt.
"Fuck me, Mickey. Fuck me!"
Judy sighed as she began to move up and down on his stiff shaft. Sensations like he had never known before shot through Mickey. His prick thrust in and out of Judy's warm snatch. He felt her inner warmth, felt the hot, moist lips of her pussy sucking at his prick. Judy fell forward. Her lips locked against his. Her fiery tongue danced inside his mouth as his entire body rose and fell. Mickey groaned. He could not hold back any longer. With a loud groan and a deep sigh his hips thrust hard as his prick erupted. His juices shot deep into Judy, causing her to moan in sheer ecstasy. She clutched him tighter. Her hips rose and fell sharply. She gasped for breath and let out a low, long sigh as she reached a flowing climax.
For a long time neither Mickey nor Judy were able to speak. In silence Mickey ran his hands gently over Judy's warm, naked body. He had done it. He had really done it. He had actually balled a chick. He held Judy against him, savoring the feel of her nude body in his arms.
Judy was the first to recover. She sat up slowly as Mickey's limp, lifeless organ slipped from her dripping nest. She reached between her legs and grasped his wet, sticky prick.
"That was great, Mickey. Just great," she said in a soft voice. "Was that the first time for you?"
"No," Mickey lied. "I've made it with a lot of girls." He knew he did not sound very convincing, but he had to protect his pride.
Judy smiled, a warm, knowing smile. She kissed him and slid off of his lap. She curled up beside him, making no move to put her clothes back on. Her head lay on his shoulder. Her hand still held his limp prick.
Mickey marveled at the softness of her body. His hands passed gently over Judy's breasts, feeling each heavy mound in turn. He had never dreamed girls were like this. He wanted to touch her, to put his hand between her legs and feel what a girl's thing was really like. A couple of times his hand dipped toward her lap, but he couldn't do it. Something held him back. What would she do if he did touch her there? After all, she was playing with his prick, so why should she mind if he touched her pussy? Again, very slowly, his hand trailed down over her body. As if sensing his desire Judy lay back and opened her thighs. A wild surge of joy came over Mickey as his fingers trailed through her pubic hair and touched the wet, moistness of her cunt. He had not realized how wet she would be down there. He wondered if he had hurt her. Judy began to moan as his hand passed over her pussy. He felt her quivering nether lips. Where was the hole? Where had his prick entered her? Judy clutched his growing prick higher as his searching fingers sought her orifice. Up and down her cleft his fingers trailed. Then, as if by magic, his finger disappeared into her inner warmth. His heart beat rapidly. Judy sighed. She seemed to enjoy it as he worked his finger in and out of her pussy. Her hips began to move in time to the thrusts of his finger. Mickey's prick was hard again. Judy's hand moved up and down the full length of his hard shaft. He gasped as her palm rubbed across the glistening head of his cock. It felt so good. His body ached with renewed desire. He had to have her again. Judy made no move as he shifted his body between her widespread thighs. She welcomed him with open arms and ready sex.
The second time was even better than the first. His whole body exploded as his juices erupted again in Judy's warm body. Mickey was sure Pete and Barbara could hear the groans and sighs he and Judy made as they both peaked together.
Afterward Judy put her clothes on. Mickey felt a certain emptiness now that it was all over. The softness of Judy's naked body was covered again. If he closed his eyes he could still feel her naked in his arms. He wanted to touch her again. He wanted to feel his ripeness in his hands. To his surprise Judy left her panties off. She sat beside him with her tiny skirt gathered high, her thighs open in invitation to his caresses.
Mickey and Judy drifted through the last of the movie, each caressing the other's sex. A deep glow of satisfaction came over Mickey. He pulled Judy closer. At last he felt he was a man.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mary Ann loved the beach. She loved to relax in the hot sun. This beach in particular was her favorite. All the young people came here, where they could enjoy the sun and surf and listen to live rock concerts at the same time.
Mary Ann lay on her stomach, the top of her bikini undone so her back would get an even tan. A gentle offshore breeze caressed her body and made her feel good all over. She had almost drifted off to sleep when she had a feeling someone was watching her. Without being obvious Mary Ann glanced around slowly and noticed a guy nearby. His eyes were glued to her. A tingle passed through her as his eyes roved freely over her almost nude body. She enjoyed having him look at her like this. He was not bad-looking, she decided. She liked his rugged appearance, his long hair which almost touched his shoulders, his full, but neatly trimmed beard. But most of all she liked his flashing blue eyes. It was his eyes and the way they traveled over her body that really turned Mary Ann on. She was glad the top of her bikini was undone. It added to her feeling of nudity. His eyes kept darting to her bottom. Mary Ann smiled inwardly. She had deliberately worn her bikini low so the crack of her ass showed. She knew guys like to see her nice, round ass and she liked to let them look. The guy's eyes rested on her bottom as if he were concentrating all of his mental powers to pull the bikini down.
Desire began to grow in Mary Ann. She wondered what it would be like to ball the guy who was staring at her. There was a faint stirring in her loins as she tried to picture him caressing and kissing her willing body. She could almost feel his prick plunging into her hot pussy. Suddenly she realized she had to have him. Obsessed with desire, Mary Ann shifted her body and raised herself slightly so the guy would have a quick, fleeting glimpse of her bare breasts. That was all it took. Mary Ann's heart pounded as the guy came over to her and spread his towel on the sand beside her.
"Hi! I'm Tony," he said with a broad grin, his flashing blue eyes looking into Mary Ann's soft face.
Mary Ann smiled. She wanted to play it cool now. She could not appear overanxious. She lay her head on her folded arms and closed her eyes. Let him wonder for a while, she thought. The trickle of excitement which she felt was fast becoming a raging torrent.
"Do you come here often?" Tony asked, trying hard to start a conversation.
Mary Ann slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. Close up he really was good-looking. "Yeah, as much as I can," she replied slowly.
A look of triumph flashed across Tony's face. "Me too. I like to come here and just enjoy the freedom of being away from the city. I guess I'm really a beach ass at heart, because if I had my way I'd never leave here."
Mary Ann laughed. She liked the easy, self-confident way Tony approached her. She really liked a guy who had confidence in himself. Already she sensed she and Tony were going to make out. It was obvious he had the same intention. She noticed the way, every once in a while, his eyes would dart to the exposed crack of her ass. She was really glad she had worn her bikini low on her hips. It really turned Tony on.
"I just come here to enjoy the sun and listen to the waves," Mary Ann said, trying hard to make her voice sound soft and sexy.
"Do you like the water?" Tony asked.
Mary Ann nodded. "It feels good after laying in the hot sun. It makes me feel fresh and cool again."
Tony and Mary Ann drifted into idle conversation about the beach and the type of people they saw around them. Mary Ann found out Tony was a rock singer. He had a small group, but they were having a hard time getting started. He asked her about her family, whether she had any brothers or sisters. She mentioned Mickey.
Later, they ran into the rolling surf. The waves were strong and almost knocked Mary Ann down. Tony rushed to grab her. His strong arms encircled her body, making her feel warm and groovy all over. Tony could have taken advantage of the situation to run his hands over her body, to feel her breasts or even run his hand between her legs. Mary Ann almost hoped he would. But Tony was a gentleman. He just held her around her waist. They dipped under the waves together and came up dripping and laughing.
When it came time to go home it seemed natural for Tony to offer Mary Ann a ride. She accepted his offer with a pounding excitement in her breast.
Once they were in the car, Tony reached under the seat and pulled out a small box. He opened it and Mary Ann's eyes sparkled as he offered her a joint. She took one of the roughly rolled joints and lit it. She took a deep drag and felt the harsh smoke pass into her lungs. She held her breath as long as she could and slowly exhaled. Her head spun. It was a good hit. It had been a long time since she had smoked grass. She took another hit and passed the joint to Tony. Mary Ann was dizzy by the time they finished the joint. A warm glow engulfed her. She leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes. Her mind drifted. She felt as if she were floating through a vast void. Tony drove along in silence. When the car stopped, Mary Ann opened her eyes slowly. Something was wrong. This was not where she lived.
"Where are we?" she asked Tony. For some reason she could not seem to focus on things around her. Grass had never affected her like this before. She wondered if there was something else mixed with it.
"I thought you might like to stop by my pad for a while," Tony said, grinning. He got out of the car and came around to open the car door for her.
Mary Ann giggled. She could not help herself. She giggled all the way up to Tony's apartment. She knew what he wanted.
'Well, if he-likes me and wants me that's great,' she decided.
She leaned against Tony for support as they climbed a narrow flight of creaky stairs and staggered down a dark, dreary hall. Tony held her tight around her waist. She could feel the warmth of his hand through the thin beach robe she wore.
"What are we gonna do here?" Mary Ann asked and covered her mouth as she giggled again. Tony wanted to screw her and she knew it. It was what she wanted too. Tony was a good-looking guy and she was really turned on by him. She decided to play a little game with him though before she got into his bed. She did not want him to think she was just an easy lay.
The apartment was a tiny, shabby bachelor retreat. It was really just a single room, crowded with a mattress on the floor and littered with discarded clothes and empty wine bottles. The stale odor of marijuana filled the room. Mary Ann was glad she was stoned.
Tony closed the door behind them. "Here," he said taking the small box from his pocket, "Let's have another joint?"
"What are you trying to do, get me stoned so you can fuck me?" Mary Ann asked with a giggle.
Tony grinned but did not answer. He lit the joint and passed it to her. Mary Ann took a deep drag. Her head buzzed, her body tingled. She passed the joint back to Tony and staggered across the cluttered room, bumping into a table and finally collapsed, cross-legged on the mattress.
"Why did you bring me here?" Mary Ann asked. Her own voice sounded faint and far away. She had trouble getting the words out.
Tony shrugged his shoulders. "I just thought you might enjoy getting stoned with me. I hate to be alone when I'm high."
Mary Ann grinned. He was a pretty good liar She lay back on the mattress and let her beach robe fall open. Tony came over and sat beside her. They passed a joint back and forth until it was too short to even smoke with a clip. Mary Ann felt a tingle of excitement again. Grass always made her hot. She looked up at Tony. When was he going to make his move, she wondered. She lay still, her eyes closed, waiting for him to take the body she offered.
"You know you're beautiful," Tony whispered
Mary Ann opened her eyes and smiled. She was surprised he could not come up with something more original. "I'm glad you think so," she said.
"I'm not just saying that. I really mean it. You are beautiful," Tony insisted.
"Thank you." Mary Ann looked up at him. She was growing a little impatient. Damn him! Didn't he realize how hot she was. Maybe she should take off her clothes now. That would get him started. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted to feel his hands on her naked body.
"When I first saw you on the beach today, I somehow had the feeling we'd get together. You ever have a feeling like that when you first see someone?"
Mary Ann shook her head.
Tony stretched out beside her. She felt his eyes on her body. She took a deep breath and forced her breasts out. Tony sighed. They were silent for a long time. Tony made no move to touch her. He just stared blankly up at the cracked ceiling.
"Is anything wrong?" Mary Ann asked, rolling on her side to face Tony.
"No," he replied in a barely audible whisper.
He was lying again, Mary Ann realized. Something deep was troubling him.
"Tony," Mary Ann whispered, "do you want to ball me?" She had done it. She had made the first move. Now the rest was up to him.
Tony slowly turned his head to her. He stared at her numbly for a minute as if he could not believe what he had heard her say. "No," he said and quickly turned away again.
Mary Ann lay there, stunned. No guy had ever acted like this with her. She had practically asked him to ball her and he had refused. Maybe he was a queer? No, a guy like Tony was no fag. Mary Ann raised herself on her elbows and looked down at Tony.
"Why not, Tony? Why don't you want me? Am I ugly or something? Do I really turn you off like that?"
"Hell no," Tony replied without looking at her. "In fact you really turn me on. I brought you up here deliberately to ball you, but I can't. I just can't bring myself to do it."
"Why not, Tony? I dig you. I want you. Don't you realize that? Do you think I would have come here with you if I didn't want to make out." Mary Ann kissed him.
Tony remained impassive. He did not say anything or even show any reaction to her warm kiss. Mary Ann decided if anything was going to happen she would have to start it. She could not understand Tony. Why was he so set against laying her? She slipped off her beach robe. Then she reached behind her back and unhooked her bikini top. Tony had his eyes closed as she removed her bikini top to expose her ripe breasts. She stretched out beside Tony, pressing her body close to his. At first, he tried to ignore her, but as she rubbed her bare breasts against him he began to stir in spite of himself. Mary Ann unbuttoned his shirt. Tony finally rolled on his side to face her. Her taut nipples brushed his bare chest. Tony stirred to life. He wrapped his arms about her soft body and pulled her tight against him. Their lips touched again. A flash of fire shot through Mary Ann. Her lips parted to accept his probing tongue. He was excited now. She had him. Tony was caught in the wild fire of desire.
"Tony! Tony!" Mary Ann whispered. "Take me. I need you."
Tony said nothing. He stared at her for a brief moment and moved his hands slowly down her back. His head dropped to her breasts. Mary Ann's body arched as Tony's tongue danced over of her taut nipples. Tony pulled her bikini bottom down and off. Mary Ann lay naked as he cupped and squeezed each of her firm, quivering buttocks. She sought and found the bulging mass of his swollen prick. She sighed as her hand unzipped his pants and pulled his erect cock free.
Any shyness, any hesitation which Tony may have felt was gone as Mary Ann caressed his prick and opened her thighs to his searching hand. Her sex was already dripping with desire. Tony massaged her pussy and probed a finger deep into her yielding body. Mary Ann sighed and closed her eyes. It felt so good. Tony was a good lover. She soared upward on an ecstatic cloud of bliss.
When at last Tony took her, thrust his hard prick deep into the fiery heat of her young cunt, Mary Ann cried out and dug her hands into his back. It had been so long, so very long, since a guy had made her feel this good. Her hips bucked to meet Tony's wild thrusts. She called his name over and over as he thrust in and out of her. Just as he was about to reach a climax Tony suddenly withdrew his prick. Mary Ann groaned her disappointment. Her hand closed on his hard cock as she tried to guide him back into her waiting cunt. He was ready to come. She sensed his need, his desire. With her own need unsatisfied Mary Ann massaged his sticky cock. She felt Tony suddenly stiffened. He moaned. Something hot and sticky splashed on Mary Ann's belly. He was coming. She rubbed him harder. His juices squirted all over her stomach.
When it was all over, Tony looked weak and drained. He glanced down at his own creamy juices rolling down Mary Ann's sides.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I just couldn't hold on any longer and I wasn't sure if you took the pill or not."
"It's all right," Mary Ann lied. He had left her unfulfilled. A gnawing need still gripped her body. She held his limp prick in her hand, hoping it would grow hard again.
Tony got up and went to the bathroom. He returned a minute later with a damp cloth and a towel. There was a strange, faraway look in his eyes as he washed his cum from Mary Ann's body. The damp cloth on her sweaty body sent shivers through Mary Ann.
'Damn him anyway,' she thought.
If he would have just stayed with her instead of pulling out she would have climaxed with him. The desire and need in her body could not be denied. Her thighs opened wide. Her hand darted between her legs. She did not care if Tony was sitting beside her or not.
'Let him watch if he wants to,' she decided, as she began to massage her swollen clitoris and moan softly.
Tony's presence was forgotten as tiny tremors of desire passed through her body. A long moan escaped from her lips as her love juices erupted. Her hips rose high. Her finger plunged into her hot, dripping pussy. With a final groan and sigh, Mary Ann collapsed in a limp, drained heap. Her need was at last satisfied, although it was a poor substitute.
When Mary Ann opened her eyes again Tony was gone.
"Tony," she called, glancing around the room frantically. She sat up with a start. "Tony, where are you?"
The door to the bathroom opened. Tony came out, tucking his shirt into his pants. Mary Ann let out a sigh of relief. "Tony, you scared me. I thought you'd left me here alone."
Tony shook his head. For some reason he avoided looking at her.
"Is anything wrong? Was I that bad?" Mary Ann got out of bed and walked up to him. She pushed her naked body against him. Tony remained lifeless, passive. He made no move to touch her or to even look at the ripeness of her nude body.
Mary Ann could not understand what was wrong with him. Other guys she had balled had never acted like this.
"Tony, if you're worried about not making me come, don't," she said softly, giving him a gentle kiss. Suddenly Mary Ann felt sorry for him. The anger she had felt earlier vanished as she saw his deep concern.
"Get dressed," Tony said coldly, pushing her.
Mary Ann was stunned. What had she done wrong? This guy was crazy. She had let him ball her, now he was kicking her out like a common whore. Her anger flared up again. She searched for her discarded bikini and jacket and slipped them on. What the hell was wrong with Tony? Maybe he was a speed freak. She had known guys who were on the stuff who were as temperamental as Tony. Maybe that was the answer. It did not seem right though. Tony did not have that strange, strung-out look about him. No, there was something deeper bothering him. Mary Ann finished dressing. For several long, agonizing moments Tony just stared at her. Mary Ann tried desperately to read the look in his eyes, but she could not quite fathom it.
"Come on, I'll take you home." Tony opened the door for her. He led her down the dark hall and out to the car without saying a word.
CHAPTER FIVE
As the weeks went by Mickey discovered that he really liked girls. Some of his old shyness and fears vanished in a sudden explosion of sexual desire and budding manhood. Without realizing what she had done, Judy had opened the door to a whole new world for Mickey. It was as if he had matured under Judy's heated lovemaking. Now conscious of the delights of feminine flesh, Mickey began to seek other conquests. He had dated Judy several other times, each time ending in a wild, sexual bout which left him drained, but unsatisfied deep inside. Something was missing in his relationship with Judy, but he could not understand what it was. She was a beautiful girl, with a beautiful body which she loved to have him touch. He should have been very happy, satisfied that she would let him make love to her any time. But even while he was making love to Judy, Mickey found himself thinking of other girls and wondering what it would be like to ball them. He even thought of making love to his own sister. When he closed his eyes he could still see Mary Ann standing naked beside the swimming pool. Mickey would blush and be overwhelmed by a deep sense of guilt and shame. Still he could not help wondering if Mary Ann was still a virgin or not. He tried to picture her letting a guy ball her as Judy had done with him. At last, overcome with guilt, he would push Mary Ann from his thoughts.
Gail came into Mickey's life by accident. From the first time he saw her, in the school cafeteria, he had liked her, but had always been to afraid to approach her. Her long, blonde hair, framing her angel-like face really turned him on. He wanted her immediately. There was a school dance coming up, and maybe he could ask her to go with him. No, she probably already had a date. What if he just walked up to her and introduced himself? No, that would not do either. She would probably think he was coming on too strong. He wondered if she was a virgin. She did not look like a girl who had been to bed with a guy. Surely she would never let him touch her, let alone ball her. She was too nice of a girl for that.
One day, in chemistry class, the teacher assigned each student a partner so they could conduct a certain experiment. Mickey's heart pounded wildly when he was assigned to work with Gail. He could hardly believe his luck. He stood beside her at the work counter and tried to think of something to say, but his mind went blank. She was so close to him he could smell the faint, sweet fragrance of her perfume. Desire surged through him.
"Do you like chemistry?" Gail asked.
The sound of her voice struck Mickey like a bolt of lightning. He opened his mouth to answer but no sounds came out. There was a strange tightness in his throat. He swallowed hard. His heart raced. Gail stared at him in all of her innocence, never knowing the effect she was having on him. At last Mickey just shook his head. Their hands touched lightly by accident. Mickey jumped. He wanted so desperately to take Gail in his arms, to crush her warm, soft body against his, to feel the light touch of her lips as they kissed. He had to do something before he went out of his mind.
"You're beautiful," he finally said in a rush of excitement. He immediately realized it had been the wrong thing to say.
'Damn it anyway, don't try to rush it,' he told himself.
Gail looked up from her test tubes. She blushed scarlet. "Thank you," she whispered and quickly lowered her head again.
'Take it easy,' Mickey kept telling himself. 'Don't ruin everything by coming on strong. You'll scare her away.'
They finished the experiment in silence. The whole time Mickey wanted to say something, but he was afraid he would blow the whole scene again if he opened his mouth. Every once in a while Gail would catch him looking at her. They would both blush and turn quickly away. Mickey glanced at her breasts out of the corner of his eyes. Even the chemistry apron she wore did not conceal her lithe figure. A quiver of desire again stirred in Mickey. He wondered if her nipples were as large and as pink as Judy's.
All through chemistry class Mickey tried to get up the courage to talk to Gail. When the bell rang to end the class period, he was still trying, without success, to find a proper approach. He groaned in disappointment as he watched Gail disappear into the crowded hallway. He had lost his big chance. She had been right there next to him and he had done nothing, absolutely nothing about it. What had he been afraid of?
This vision of Gail haunted him for the rest of the day. He spent his entire time in study hall dreaming of what it would be like to make love to her. He tried to visualize what she would look like naked.
A deep feeling of frustration still filled Mickey when he came home from school. He went straight to his room and flopped down on his bed. He stared up blankly at the ceiling. Images of Gail danced before his eyes. He tried to force his mind to think of something else. He thought of Judy and remembered the way she had made love to him in the car. If he concentrated on it, he could still feel the warm, silky smoothness of her nude body under his hands. He sighed and felt his penis stirring. A hot flash of desire came over him. With an unconscious will of its own, his right hand slid to his swelling prick. He rubbed himself and groaned in delight. He remembered how Judy had caressed his prick. It seemed to grow even harder. In desperation he unzipped his pants and took his hard cock out. As his hand passed up and down its hard, swollen length, Mickey closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. He thought of Mary Ann. He could still see her naked body. It was burned into his memory. He remembered her lush, full breasts with their erect nipples. A ripple passed through his body as he remembered her dark, hairy triangle and wondered about the mysteries between her legs. The rhythm of his hand increased. It felt so good.
There was a noise in the hall outside of his room. Mickey froze. He heard footsteps just outside his door. In panic he shoved his shrinking prick back into his pants. Then he quickly rolled over on his stomach to hide his bulging crotch. The door of his room opened.
"Hi! What are you doing in here all by yourself?"
Damn! It was Mary Ann. What was she doing coming into his room like this? Mickey turned over slowly after making sure his prick was limp again.
"Nothing," he replied without looking at her.
"You want to go for a swim with me?"
Mickey shook his head. He did not want to do anything except to be left alone right now. Why was Mary Ann being so nice to him? Usually she never bothered to ask him to do anything with her. He eyed her with deep suspicion. She smiled at him and flashed her eyes. Mickey felt something warm and good pass through him. All thoughts of Judy and Gail vanished as his eyes passed over Mary Ann. She was wearing a flowered mini which barely covered her bottom. Mickey stared at her exposed thighs. She would probably get mad, and might even tell their father he had tried to do something nasty to her.
Mary Ann crossed the room and sat down on the edge of Mickey's bed. Her skirt rose. Mickey caught his breath as he got a brief flash of her white panties. He had to tear his eyes away from her crotch. She sat in front of him, so if he turned his head just a little he had a perfect view up her short skirt. He blushed. His heart pounded. Mary Ann crossed her legs and her white, nylon-clad crotch disappeared amid the warm flesh of her golden thighs. Mickey felt himself growing hard again. He quickly rolled over onto his stomach before Mary Ann could notice his arousal. He felt a burning, overpowering compulsion to reach out for Mary Ann, to crush her in his arms and feel her soft, pliant body melt into his.
"Mickey," Mary Ann said, looking down at him, "do you think I'm pretty?"
Mickey shrugged. "Sure," he answered. She certainly was pretty, he thought. His eyes traveled over his sister's body. She was not wearing a bra. He could see the faint outline of her erect nipples against the thin material of her dress. His heart skipped a beat.
"I mean, am I really attractive? Do I turn you on?"
Mickey gave a start. What kind of question was that for a sister to ask her brother? He searched her eyes for the hidden meaning behind her question. Did she really know how he felt about her, or was she just guessing? Mary Ann's blue eyes sparkled. Damn her anyway. She was teasing him again. Mickey did not answer, but stared at her in stony silence.
"Look, why don't you just get out of here?" Mickey snapped. He rolled away from her and sat up on the far side of the bed.
"What's wrong, Mickey? Am I getting to you?" There was a coy tone in Mary Ann's voice. She stood up and slowly walked around the room, never taking her eyes from her brother. Mickey watched her. He could not help himself. Her unrestrained breasts bounced with each step she took. A brief picture of her naked breasts flashed across Mickey's memory. Mary Ann moved around his room with a slow deliberateness which left his body quivering with desire. The short skirt she wore swayed and flipped up. As he watched Mary Ann, Mickey thought of Gail. He tried to picture Gail in his room teasing him as Mary Ann was now doing. Gail would not do that, he decided. She was a nice girl, not a tease. He wondered if he would ever have the courage to ask Gail for a date. Mary Ann had her back to him. She leaned over a low table to look at a small model car. Mickey caught his breath sharply. Her skirt rose and he could see her white panties. Through the thin material he could even see the crack of her ass. He could not take it anymore. He jumped up from the bed and left the room. He heard Mary Ann's mocking laughter as he went down the hall. She really was a bitch he thought, a teasing bitch.
Mickey never knew quite how it happened, but a few days later he found himself talking to Gail. This time he found the courage to speak. Before he knew what had happened he had asked her out to see a movie. To his surprise she accepted. For the rest of the day Mickey was lost in another world. He was actually going to take Gail out on a date. He could hardly believe it. He wondered if she would be anything like Judy. Would she let him touch her body? Would he be able to feel the softness of her breasts, maybe even the hot moistness between her legs? He was sure Gail was not as innocent as she looked. Wild sexual fantasies flashed through Mickey's mind as he waited impatiently until it was time to pick Gail up for their first date.
Mickey had to walk to Gail's house. He would be glad when he had a car. What could you do with a girl without a car? Gail was ready when he arrived. Dressed in a pink dress with a short skirt, she stirred a touch of desire in him. Mickey's eyes wandered briefly over her body. He had not realized what a nice figure she really had. Her breasts looked nice, not as big as Mary Ann's, but still very nice. He wondered if he would get to feel her tits.
Gail blushed and lowered her eyes. When she looked up again there was a bright smile on her face.
"Hi!" she said in a soft, shy tone.
Mickey nodded. He trembled nervously. What was he supposed to do now?
"You about ready?" he asked. His quivering voice betrayed his nervousness.
"Yes, just a minute." Gail got her purse and smiled warmly as Mickey opened the door for her.
Mickey could hardly wait to get to the movie. He was impatient to feel Gail's rich softness in his hands. When they got to the theater he took her to the balcony. It was perfect. It was just right for making out and dark enough so no one could see what they were doing. Mickey trembled with nervous excitement as he slipped his left arm across the back of Gail's seat. He felt a stirring in his groin. His hand touched Gail's shoulder. He had been afraid Gail would get mad when he put his arm around her, but she didn't. In fact she eased closer to him. Their shoulders touched. Mickey closed his eyes and sighed softly. It felt good, so very good to have her near like this. His prick began to stir. He looked down at Gail. She seemed lost in the movie. Was she enjoying having his arm around her like this? He pulled her closer. Gail lay her head on his shoulder. She was so close now Mickey could feel the warmth of her body. He longed to touch her. He wondered what it would be like to have her naked, to feel the rich softness of her nude body pressed against his. Mickey blushed. He should not be thinking of her like this. She was a nice girl, too nice to do things like that. What would she do if she knew what he was thinking about?
He started to pull away from her before he did something he would be ashamed of later, but the warmth of her body held him a prisoner of his own desires. Mickey was lost in a daze as he let his left hand inch from Gail's shoulder toward the softness of her breasts. He closed his eyes. He could feel the warm softness of her body through the thin material of her dress. The tightness in his belly grew stronger. Gail shifted suddenly, unexpectedly. Mickey jerked his hand back to her shoulder. She did not want him to touch her. His heart pounded. Instead of pulling away, Gail just shifted to a more comfortable position and once again rested her head on Mickey's shoulder. Mickey breathed a deep sigh of relief. His heart pounded so loud he was sure everyone in the theater could hear it. They all knew what he was trying to do. Once again his hand inched its way from Gail's shoulder. This time he moved with more caution. He did not want to frighten her.
'Play it cool,' he kept telling himself. 'Don't rush things.'
His hand slid lower. He could feel Gail tremble as he touched the upper part of her left breast.
'Oh God!' he sighed softly. She was going to let him touch her. Then his hand was full on her firm, left breast. His head spun. Even his toes tingled. He felt the stiffness of her bra and the firmness of her young breast. He sighed. His hand closed slowly on her breast, cupping it gently. Even through her dress and bra, Mickey could feel her youthful softness. He yearned to touch her bare skin, to feel her silky smooth flesh and to kiss each of her budding nipples.
"Mickey, don't. Please." Gail suddenly whispered. She took his hand from her breast and moved it back to her shoulder. "Please," she repeated.
The soft, pleading tone in her voice caused a sudden sense of shame. to come over Mickey. He had been right. Gail was a nice girl. She was not going to do anything with him. It was not right to do this to a nice girl like her. He should be content to just date her, just to have her near him. But her closeness only stirred the wild flame of desire in him. She was teasing him without realizing it. He sat back and tried to watch the movie, but all he could think of was Gail's soft breast in his hand.
In silence Mickey cursed himself. He had done it wrong. He had gone too fast. He had blown the whole scene with his frantic impatience. Gail would probably never go out with him again. Then he had an idea. Of course! That was it! He should have kissed her first. He had to make her want him to touch her. But how should he go about it? Should he just pull her to him and press his lips tight against hers? Or should he be more subtle, more gentle? Perhaps he should just lean over and softly kiss her cheek.
'Go slow,' he kept telling himself. 'Don't rush her.'
Mickey eased his head close to Gail's. The wild pounding in his head increased. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't do it. She would get mad. Finally, gathering all his courage he squeezed her shoulder and pulled her closer. Their heads touched. He felt the softness of her cheek against his cheek. Before his courage left him, Mickey turned and kissed her soft cheek. He had done it. He had really kissed her. A warm feeling of triumph came over him. He held Gail tight.
Gail turned to him. Even in the darkness he could see her flashing eyes as she looked up at him. There was a faint smile on her lips. She had liked it. She had really liked it. Mickey was pleased with himself. Gail remained passive as Mickey again kissed her cheek. She seemed to expect something more. Her lips invited his kisses. Mickey's body trembled. He could hardly get his breath. He leaned forward slowly, fearfully. Then it happened. With a loud explosion and a rushing spasm of delight their lips touched. It was the first tender exploration of innocence. The kiss left Mickey breathless. It was beyond his wildest expectations.
He didn't understand what was happening to him. A kiss had never affected him like this before.
He kissed her again and held the kiss for a long time. Gail made no effort to pull away. She enjoyed it as much as he did. Her body arched forward. Mickey felt the firmness of her breasts as they brushed against his chest. His body ached with desire. His arms slipped around her small body, drawing her nearer.
When their lips finally parted Mickey could still taste the warm sweetness of her breath. He sat back in his seat, his arm locked tight around Gail's shoulder. His head rested lightly against hers. A sudden sense of confidence filled him. She had let him kiss her. She had liked the kiss. Was she hot now? Had he aroused her enough to where she would let him touch her body? He kissed her again just to make sure. This time he held the kiss longer. His right hand moved slowly up and down her soft arm. Thunder echoed in his ears as his hand slid from her arm to the softness of her breast again. He thought he heard her sigh. This time she did not pull his hand away. She did not ask him to stop.
He held her, felt her lush breasts. His body ached with desire. In the darkness his hands fumbled blindly, searching for the buttons of her dress. He had to feel her naked breasts in his hands. To his dismay Mickey discovered the buttons down the front of her dress were just decoration, the dress opened down her back. What was he going to do now? There was no way he could get his hand inside to feel her bare flesh. In silent resignation his hands explored her body through her clothes, gently, not with the wild, rushing impatience of youth, but almost with the practiced skill of a lover. His hand moved from her left breast to her right breast and back to her left breast, cupping, squeezing each firm, quivering mound, feeling their heavy weight through her bra. Still Gail offered no resistance. She seemed to be enjoying it. She even moaned softly a couple of times. She was hot and ready, Mickey decided. He had succeeded. His hand dropped to the creamy softness of her bare thigh. This was it. He began to inch his hand slowly up her thigh.
Gail suddenly stiffened. She pulled away from Mickey, She took his hand from her thigh. Mickey groaned in disappointment. There was a look of deep pain in Gail's eyes. She lowered her eyes in shame and embarrassment. When she looked up again Mickey saw the faint trace of a tear drip down her cheek.
"Mickey, please," she said in a choked voice. "Don't do that."
For a minute Mickey wondered if she was just saying that, or if she really meant it. Even in the darkness, as he looked into her eyes, he knew she meant it. Damn it anyway. He cursed himself. He had sure screwed up this scene. Now he had made Gail mad. She probably would never go out with him again. He turned his back to Gail. Guilt and shame crept over him. He was angry with himself for being so dumb, so stupid. How had he ever thought Gail was the kind of girl who would let him feel her body?
In the darkness of the balcony he heard soft sobs. Was Gail crying? He turned slowly. She sat beside him, her face buried in her hands. A sudden feeling of tenderness surfaced inside Mickey. He felt drawn to Gail. He put his arm around her quivering shoulders and drew her closer. With her face still hidden in her hands, Gail rested her head on his shoulder. Mickey felt the wetness of her cheeks.
"I'm sorry," Mickey whispered. "I'm so sorry, Gail."
Gail raised her head slowly. She wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. "It's all right, Mickey." Her voice was still choked. "I guess you didn't know. It's just, well, I've never let a guy touch me like that before. I don't know what to do, Mickey. I really don't. I guess it did feel good, but somehow I just can't do it. Do you understand, Mickey? You're not mad at me, are you?"
There was a deep pleading in her voice. Mickey could not understand it. She was the one who was supposed to be mad, not him. New hope rose fin Mickey. Gail was not mad. She was not mad at him at all.
"No," he whispered. "I'm not mad. I'm not mad at you, anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I guess I'm mad at myself for doing that to you, Gail."
Gail hushed him with a soft kiss. "You mustn't blame yourself. I let you do it. I guess I let you think I was that kind of a girl." A half-smile appeared on her face.
For a long time they watched the movie in silence. Mickey savored the nearness of Gail without feeling any compulsion to touch her body. His arm rested gently around her shoulder, her head lay on his shoulder. Their hands touched and locked together. Mickey floated on a cloud. Perhaps he would never know the secret joys of Gail's body, but somehow it did not seem to matter any more. He was with her. She was close beside him. That was all that was important. What was happening to him? A strange feeling of contentment came over him. Mickey squeezed Gail and held the softness of her body tight against him.
Mickey knew there would be other girls and other times, but right now sex did not seem so important to him.
CHAPTER SIX
There were times when Mary Ann wished she did not have this insatiable desire, this driving need for sex. She had gone through a steady succession of boy friends and lovers without ever finding true satisfaction or happiness with any of them. Sometimes, in a mood of deep depression, she would curse herself for being this way. Then there were other times more often, when she was glad she had this burning devil in her body. She really dug on sex. She liked having a guy ball her. She enjoyed the good feeling she always got. She guessed she was what the boys called a "cock teaser," but it really didn't matter. She did not understand why, but she got a big kick from teasing guys, or arousing them to a feverish pitch, then turning them off. If she really liked them, she would let them ball her. She especially enjoyed teasing Mickey. It was great fun to see the look on his face, to watch him blush, to see the desire in his eyes. It was really funny, she thought. She knew she should not tease her own brother like that, but what the hell, she was not hurting him, in fact, what she was doing for him might be good.
Mary Ann knew Mickey had a girl friend. She had heard him talk about Gail often enough. She wondered if he had ever fucked Gail. Probably not, she decided. Mickey still did not know what that thing between his legs was for.
Not long after she graduated from high school, Mary Ann met Bill and Susan, a young, swinging married couple. Bill and Susan were long hairs, but not hippies. Their views and outlook on life were the most refreshing thing Mary Ann had encountered. They were equally delighted with Mary Ann's uninhibited views on sex. In turn Mary Ann enjoyed their open frankness, their willingness to accept each other's physical needs and their complete and open honesty.
Mary Ann often spent Saturday afternoons with Bill and Susan. Sometimes they would just sit around the apartment, nude, reveling in the freedom of their nakedness, and they would get stoned on grass. Mary Ann enjoyed these moments. She could be herself. She did not have to pretend to be something she was not.
Through Bill and Susan, Mary Ann was introduced to a whole new way of life. She learned the art of love, how to make love and how to receive the true joys of love. Nudity was an intimate part of Bill and Susan's life. Most of the time when she came over, Mary Ann would find them lolling around their apartment naked. This was all right with Mary Ann because she also loved to go nude.
On this particular Saturday afternoon, Bill and Susan had just come home from an all-night swinging party. They were still dressed when Mary Ann entered the apartment.
"Good afternoon, sexy," Bill said with a wide grin as Mary Ann walked in and sat down on the couch beside him.
"Hi," she answered with a sly wink. Mary Ann noticed the way Bill eyed her trim figure. The caresses of his eyes made her feel all warm and bubbly inside. She was glad she had worn this short, almost sheer dress. Since she was not wearing a bra the erect nipples of her breasts were plainly visible through the thin material of the dress. Bill stared at her breasts with a hungry look.
"Would you like some coffee?" Susan asked as she got up from her chair and started for the kitchen. She winked at Mary Ann.
"Yeah, I guess so," Mary Ann replied. The corners of her lips curled in a faint smile. Mary Ann already had the feeling this was going to be a fun day.
After Susan left the room, Bill moved closer to Mary Ann.
"Well, is this something new?" he asked, fingering the hem of Mary Ann's dress.
"Yes. I just got it yesterday. Do you like it?"
"It's very nice and it really does something for you." His eyes once more traveled over her body. "And quite revealing too, I might add." His eyes were fixed on her breasts. "Do you know I can see your tits? It's almost like you're topless."
Mary Ann grinned and blushed slightly. She shrugged her shoulders. Of course she knew he could see her breasts. That was one reason why she had bought this particular dress and had worn it wit out a bra. Bill reached out and touched her soft breasts. Mary Ann sighed softly as he cupped each firm mound. It felt good to have him touch her like this.
Susan came back carrying a tray of steaming coffee. She eyed Bill and Mary Ann and laughed.
"Hey, you two," Susan said. "Can't you even wait until we have our coffee?"
Susan leaned forward to set the tray on a low coffee table. Mary Ann sucked her breath in sharply as Susan's skirt rose and Mary Ann found herself staring at Susan's bare ass. Susan was naked under her short, thin dress. That should not have surprised Mary Ann. She knew Susan almost never wore anything under her dresses. She loved to be as
nearly nude as possible. Mary Ann could not really understand how Susan could go without panties, especially under such a short skirt. The skirt barely covered her bottom when she stood up and when she bent over it left everything exposed. Bill patted Susan's bare bottom. Susan giggled and pushed his hand away.
"Bill, stop it!" Susan scolded. She crossed the room and sat down in a big chair.
Mary Ann realized Susan was giving her a go ahead sign to do her thing with Bill. Susan's short skirt rose high as she crossed her legs. Mary Ann had a brief flash of Susan's nest. The sight took Mary Ann's breath away. What was happening to her? She should not be affected like this at the sight of another woman so openly displaying herself.
As they drank their coffee, Bill told Mary Ann about the wild, swinging party he and Susan had gone to. They had balled from sundown to sunup he said. He doubted if his prick could ever get hard again.
Mary Ann laughed. She knew Bill well enough to know she could stir his prick back to life without much trouble. She glanced at his lap. His prick seemed limp now, but she could not be sure about it. Mary Ann shifted closer to Bill. Their bodies touched. She was going to make sure he got hard again.
Bill finished his coffee and placed his empty cup on the coffee table. Mary Ann knew it was time. She set her half-finished cup down. Bill leaned forward and kissed her. Their lips met in a wild, wet, passionate kiss. Bill's tongue darted inside her hot, open mouth. Mary Ann was ready. Fiery desire was already welling up in her. Bill touched her. His hands roamed freely over her thinly clad body, caressing, arousing, teasing. His burning hand traveled up her back in search of the zipper of her dress. The zipper made a faint sound as he pulled it down her back. like the expert lover he was, Bill slipped the dress from her shoulders. It fell to her waist leaving her lush breasts bare to Bill's lust-filled eyes and searching hands.
This was the part of her relationship with Bill and Susan which Mary Ann really enjoyed the most. Even now, as his wife sat across the room watching, there was no jealousy as Bill made love to Mary Ann. Susan understood his needs, his desires and accepted them. This complete openness with each other had, at first, shocked Mary Ann. It had taken her a while to adjust to the unusual relationship. Bill's hungry lips were on Mary Ann's bare breasts, kissing each firm nipple. His tongue danced fiery, arousing circles over each stiffening bud. Mary Ann began to moan softly. She leaned back on the couch and gave herself to Bill. She raised her hips as he pulled her dress down over her hips and off. She was clad only in thin, white bikini panties. Bill's hands passed lightly over her body, gently teasing her warm, soft flesh. His hands aroused a flaming passion in her as he caressed her warm inner thighs. She opened herself to him. His hand rose higher, finally closing on her nylon-clad crotch. Mary Ann gasped. She needed Bill right now. Her pussy was on fire. Bill's hand probed at her, massaging her hot sex through her panties. Mary Ann was oblivious to everything except Bill's touch. She felt him tug at her panties. She raised her hips and he pulled her panties off and threw them aside. Mary Ann lay there, naked. She opened her thighs wide as Bill's hand closed on her moist cunt. He parted her dripping nether lips and let his fingers trail up and down her soft cleft. Mary Ann shuddered as his fingertips passed lightly over her clitoris. She cried out in sheer ecstasy as Bill's finger plunged deep into her burning pussy. It felt good, so damn good. Mary Ann could hardly wait to have his long prick thrust deep into her. She wanted him, needed him.
Mary Ann clawed at Bill's body. She tugged at his belt, opened his fly and her small hand slipped inside his pants. She sighed as her hand closed on his stiffening prick. She smiled to herself. She pulled his cock free and passed her hand up and down the full length of his hard cock. It was good to have a prick in her hand again.
Mary Ann opened her eyes and saw Susan watching her and Bill with a look of pure lust in her eyes. Susan had her skirt gathered around her waist. Her thighs were spread wide. Mary Ann stared at Susan's naked, open cunt. Susan began to caress herself, moaning softly as her hands passed over her breasts, down across her heaving abdomen to touch, finally, the moistness between her legs.
Bill's finger buried in her pussy drove Mary Ann wild with desire. Another teasing finger passed over her small, wrinkled anus. Mary Ann jumped. The finger paused at her tiny hole, then began to work its way slowly up her ass. Mary Ann had never experienced anal lovemaking before. It hurt but felt good at the same time.
Bill and Mary Ann were suddenly interrupted.
"Hey, you two! Hey! Stop! If we're going to do this, let's do it right and go in the bedroom where we can all three do our thing together." It was Susan standing beside them and tugging them to their feet.
Mary Ann looked up. Susan was naked. Mary Ann's eyes passed briefly over Susan's full, ripe figure, her taut, up-thrust breasts, her bright pink nipples and her brown triangle of pubic hair.
Bill looked at Susan and she winked at him. Then he leaned over and kissed Mary Ann again, trailing his free hand lightly over her naked body. Mary Ann groaned in disappointment as he withdrew his finger from her cunt. Then Bill stood tip and stripped off his clothes. His hard cock stood straight out from his belly. With an arm around each naked girl he led them to the bedroom.
It was a moment of complete abandonment as all three collapsed on the huge water bed. Their arms and legs intertwined, bodies pressed tight against each other, hungry mouths gasping and sucking. Mary Ann floated heavenward on a cloud of bliss. Bill's hands once more passed over her body, probing, searching, arousing her to a new peak of desire. Susan, in the meantime, passed her hand over Bill's hard cock and cupped his balls while her other hand was busy with her own dripping pussy. Mary Ann groaned as Bill parted her thighs and caressed her pussy. She sought his hard prick. Susan let Mary Ann have her way. Mary Ann grasped Bill's cock and ran her hand up and down its hard length. Susan leaned over and kissed Bill. A fiery spasm shot, through Mary Ann. She tried to pull Bill's hard cock to her fiery nest. Bill held back, prolonging her ecstasy. Susan rubbed her hungry body against Bill's. Her breasts were flattened against his chest. Mary Ann could see their hot tongues darting out to caress each other. Susan's hips moved against Bill's bare buttocks. They had all made love together before, but somehow this time seemed different, more exciting. Mary Ann could not quite understand why, but she felt so good. It had never seemed as wild as it did now. Susan shifted positions. Mary Ann watched as Susan straddled Bill's head and invited him to kiss her cunt. Susan lowered herself over Bill's face and pressed the lips of her wet cunt against his face. His tongue darted out. There were small, sucking noises as Bill licked Susan's open pussy. Mary Ann could restrain herself no longer. With Bill's hard cock still in her hand, Mary Ann slid lower on the bed. Almost unconsciously her head dipped down to Bill's shaft of love. She kissed the head of his swollen cock. It jerked. Bill's whole body heaved. She kissed the head of his cock again. This time her tongue flicked out to caress the glistening, smooth head. She tasted a sweet drop of moistness, then her hungry lips parted and sucked his hard prick into her eager mouth. Bill's excited tongue probed deep into Susan as Mary Ann sucked his cock. Mary Ann shifted her body so Bill could touch her burning pussy. She almost choked on his prick as she felt a probing finger thrust into her pussy and another went deep into her tight anus. Mary Ann let out a long sigh and swallowed his prick. Her head bobbed up and down on his hard shaft of pleasure. It was so good. She cupped his balls and held the base of his prick in her hand. Her tongue flicked over the head of his cock. She could feel it growing harder in her mouth. Bill groaned.
All three were lost in a sensual world of passion and lust. Mary Ann was really digging on sucking Bill's cock. She loved to feel the hard, masculine flesh in her mouth. She felt someone pulling at her shoulders. She raised her head. It was Susan. Susan pulled Mary Ann away and fastened her own lips to Bill's hard cock. Bill rolled onto his side. He opened Mary Ann's thighs and his head slipped between them. Mary Ann groaned as Bill's dancing tongue licked her clitoris. She clutched at his hair, pulling his head closer, trying to suck it into her pussy. His tongue caressed her burning cunt. Her hips arched.
The room was filled with groans, sighs and loud sucking noises. Mary Ann's body heaved and shook as Bill's tongue darted into her dripping nest. His tongue passed up and down her delicious cleft, caressing, teasing, arousing. Mary Ann groaned. She was almost to her peak. Her body cried out. Then the felt Bill shift his body again. She opened her eyes and saw him lift his head from between her spread thighs. Her disappointment was plain as Bill drew away from her.
Bill and Susan shifted positions. Once more Bill's hard, swollen prick was thrust into Mary Ann's face. She opened her mouth and sucked it in. He loved to have her suck his prick and she loved to do it. Her tongue curled around the head and licked it. She sucked hard, drawing as much of his cock into her eager mouth as she could without choking. Mary Ann's eyes flew open suddenly. She almost bit Bill's prick as she felt another dancing tongue probing at her open snatch. She realized with shock that it was now Susan's head between her open thighs. Susan was eating her. It felt good. It felt even better than when Bill did it. Susan's tongue danced over Mary Ann's cunt. Mary Ann gasped. She could not believe another woman was making love to her.
Bill buried his face in Susan's cunt while she licked Mary Ann. Wild, burning sensations flooded Mary Ann's body. Bill let out a long, low groan. Mary Ann felt his cock swell in her mouth. He was ready to come. Then she tasted his hot juices as they filled her mouth and rolled down her chin. She sucked harder, draining each delicious drop from his flowing cock. She swallowed his cum until at last Bill collapsed in a limp, drained heap. His shrinking prick slipped from Mary Ann's mouth.
As Bill rolled away Susan straddled Mary Ann. Mary Ann cried out as Susan's teasing tongue flicked over her fiery nest. Mary Ann's hands clawed at Susan's naked buttocks. Susan's open, dripping cunt was only inches from Mary Ann's face. A strange, burning desire came over Mary Ann. She suddenly wanted to kiss Susan there, to taste the sweet juices of her body. Filled with a burning lust, Mary Ann slowly pulled Susan's hips down. Just as her own body exploded, filling Susan's mouth with her violent juices, Mary Ann raised her head and planted a hesitant kiss on the lips of Susan's pussy. A thousand stars exploded in Mary Ann's head. She had never experienced anything like this in all of her wild lovemaking before. She had heard that it took another woman to really make love to a woman. Now she knew it was true. Mary Ann kissed Susan's sex again. It was not as bad as she had thought it would be. Susan had given her such wonderful pleasure, Mary Ann had to return the favor. She buried her face in the warmth of Susan's gaping snatch. Mary Ann's tongue darted out to taste another woman's sweetness for the first time. Her tongue danced in Susan's cleft. She searched for, and found, the stiff bud of Susan's clitoris. Susan's whole body trembled. Low, long moans and sighs filled the air as Mary Ann's hot tongue probed deep into Susan's box. Susan gave a final, spasmodic heave. Mary Ann's face was bathed in a warm, sweet liquid. Her tongue was buried to the hilt in Susan's flowing orifice. Mary Ann sucked greedily, drawing Susan's warmth into her mouth.
When at last it was over, Susan rolled away and stretched out beside Mary Ann. The full length of their nude bodies melted together. As their bodies touched something happened to Mary Ann. A feeling of calmness came over her as she felt the naked body of another woman pressed against her own nakedness. Breast to breast, thigh to thigh, they touched. Their lips met. Their pubic mounds ground together. Their tongues met in passionate abandonment. It was so deliciously wild. In all of her sensual fantasies Mary Ann had never dreamed of anything like this.
Later, they all three savored the warm afterglow of their lovemaking. Bill lit a joint and they passed it back and forth.
For a long time Mary Ann did not say anything. Her mind was still spinning from the wild experience she had just had. Was she a Lesbian now, she wondered. Why had she let Susan make love to her? Even more important, why had she felt such a strong desire to make love to Susan? It was something she could not understand. She had heard of girls who made love to other girls, but she had never thought of herself as one. But how could she be a Lesbian? She still liked boys. At least, she thought she did. like now, she enjoyed feeling Bill's naked body beside her. She reached out to touch his limp prick. She held his now lifeless tool in her hand and stared at it. It still felt good to touch a man there, so how could she be a Lesbian?
Almost as if she were reading Mary Ann's mind, Susan rose up and looked at her. "Something bothering you?" she asked.
Mary Ann just shook her head.
Susan smiled. "You're worried about us making love together, aren't you? It's bothering you that you let another woman make love to you and you made love to her."
Mary Ann did not answer.
With a kindness and understanding Mary Ann had never seen before, Susan reached across Bill and patted Mary Ann's shoulder softly and said in a quiet voice, "Don't let it worry you honey. You're not a Lesbian. There is a difference between what we did and being a Lesbian."
Mary Ann rolled over to face Susan. "But I enjoyed having you make love to me and I enjoyed making love to you. That's not normal. It's not right. Girls shouldn't feel that way about each other."
"Why not?"
Mary Ann shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. It's just not natural, I guess."
"I see you have some learning to do," Susan said with a warm, reassuring smile. "Now listen Mary Ann: when two people like each other and they like each other a lot, as we do, then sometimes things happen. It doesn't necessarily mean its wrong or evil. Haven't you ever heard of bi-minded or AC-DC people?"
Mary Ann was puzzled. "What's that?"
Susan chuckled. "Well, you see, I'm bi, Mary Ann. I'm AC-DC. That means I like girls and like to make love to them, but I still dig guys also. I still have the same attraction for men as any other woman."
Mary Ann arched her eyebrows.
"You see, Mary Ann, it is possible and more normal than you think for persons of the same sex to enjoy each other, physically I mean, as well as emotionally and still not be queer, Lesbian, homosexual or anything like that. There's this desire deep in all of us, I think, in men as well as women, to enjoy the warm relationship of their own kind. In a true Lesbian or true homosexual, their minds are twisted to the point where they can only dig on people of their own sex. Our relationship is different. We like each , other. We make love together, but we're still normal in the sense that we both still enjoy the opposite sex. I'm afraid I'm not phrasing it very good. I never was any good at explaining things like this. But look, honey, don't worry about it. You're not a Lesbian. There is nothing in the world wrong with enjoying a strong relationship with another woman. It's only when that relationship dominates your life that it becomes something twisted, but even then it's not necessarily ugly or anything like that."
"I guess I'm just not that broad-minded," Mary Ann whispered. "Maybe I shouldn't feel guilty. I guess deep down I don't. I did enjoy it. I enjoyed making love to you as much as I did having you make love to me."
"Don't you see, that's your answer," Bill said, giving Mary Ann a squeeze. "You see, you and Susan enjoyed each other. You each gave something to the other. That's not wrong, is it? You experienced a warm, personal relationship that goes beyond what most people are capable of experiencing. You each shared in pleasure and it was a beautiful moment. It was a moment of pure, unselfish love. It was the kind of love which is too rare, a fleeting thing, a passing moment which you should always treasure because you gave yourself fully to someone you cared for, and love is not twisted or sordid or ugly, is it?"
"No," Mary Ann whispered. "I guess I really never thought of it like that. It's just, well, that this is the first time for me. I can't help feeling a little guilty, a little ashamed."
"If you will do some research on it," Susan said, "you'll find this kind of thing is far more common and more normal than you think."
In spite of Susan's calm reassurances, it took several days of deep thought and study before Mary Ann could finally, once and for all, put aside all feelings of guilt and shame. She realized what she had experienced with Susan was good. This realization marked a turning point in Mary Ann's life.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mickey was a different person since meeting Gail. In the weeks which followed their first date he began to feel more like a man. He had not made out with Gail, but that did not really matter. Their relationship had grown stronger. For the first time he knew what it was like to have a girl who really liked him and enjoyed being with him. In turn he enjoyed holding her close, feeling her warm, tender lips pressed against his, feeling the softness of her body in his arms. Of course he desired Gail, but he could not bring himself to attempt to seduce her again. He wanted her, even needed her, but he was too afraid of losing her by making a wrong move. Besides he respected her too much. Theirs was a beautiful relationship. It was good. He did not want to spoil it.
One night, when he came home late from a date with Gail, Mickey found Mary Ann sitting alone in the living room. She was curled up on the sofa watching TV. As he entered the room she looked up. There was a faint, faraway look in her eyes. It was almost a spaced-out look, like she was high on something. He sat down in a big leather chair across from her and tried to watch the TV, but every once in a while he would find himself staring at his sister. A faint stirring arose in his body. There was a tightness in his chest, a feeling he could not explain, could not understand. He eyed Mary Ann. She looked so desirable in her sheer, shortie nightgown. Through the thin material he could see plainly her taut, pink nipples. Damn it anyway, why did she have to dress like this in front of him. Didn't she think he was human, that he could be aroused by seeing her like this? What was she trying to do to him? How much more of this could he stand? Was she deliberately teasing him, or was it just innocence on her part? No, he realized, Mary Ann was definitely not naive. She had to be deliberately teasing him.
"Did you have a good time?" Mary Ann asked, finally.
Mickey shrugged his shoulders and nodded. "Yeah, it was nice. Real nice."
"When are you going to let me meet Gail? I've heard you talk so much about her I'd like to know what your girl friend is really like."
Mickey did not reply. He eyed his sister cautiously then turned his head away.
Mary Ann got up from the sofa. As she walked across the room, Mickey's heart pounded. She was naked under her thin nightgown. Through the thin material he could see the faint shadow of her pubic triangle. As she turned her back, he saw the twin cheeks of her bottom. She was practically naked. Mickey's prick surged to life. Mary Ann bent over to pick up a magazine from the coffee table. The shortie nightgown rose, revealing her full, naked buttocks. Mickey tried to force himself to look away, to tear his eyes away from those gleaming white mounds, but he couldn't. His prick was hard. His temples were ready to explode. His whole body was on fire. Mary Ann straightened up and turned to face him. There was a wild, sensual look on her face.
Mary Ann smiled. "Do you like what you see, Mickey?"
Mickey shook his head. He looked at Mary Ann dumbly. "What do you mean?" he said, pretending he had not noticed how nearly nude she was.
"Come on, Mickey, you know damn well what I mean. Don't you think I know you've been looking at me ever since you came home? Don't you think I know you can see right through this gown? Do you like what you see, Mickey? Do you like my body?"
Mickey turned away. He couldn't look at her any more. His face was a bright scarlet. His cheeks burned.
"You don't need to be embarrassed, Mickey. I don't care if you look. In fact I like it. Do I have a nice figure, Mickey?"
Mickey still did not answer. He looked into Mary Ann's eyes. He searched for a clue to her strange behavior. She must be stoned or something, he decided. Mary Ann was a tease and he knew she had let him see her naked before, but why was she doing this to him now? Why was she suddenly coming on so strong, so open? It was almost like she was inviting him to go to bed with her. Was that what she wanted? Did she want him to fuck her? Surely not. Mickey tried to dismiss such ideas from his head.
Mary Ann walked slowly toward him, swaying her hips from side to side, never taking her eyes from him. "Am I as nice as Gail?" she asked, running her hands over her body, pressing the thin material of her gown against her full, up-thrust breasts. She was making sure he could see every detail of her naked body. "Have you screwed Gail yet?" she asked.
Anger suddenly flared in Mickey. "That's none of your goddamned business," he said sharply.
Mary Ann arched her eyebrows. "Well, good grief, you don't have to be so touchy about it."
"Listen," Mickey said, suddenly finding the courage to speak. "Gail is a nice girl. She's not a tramp. She's not the kind of girl who lets a guy make out with her right away."
"I'm sorry I asked," Mary Ann said, stepping closer. "Yeah, I guess she must be a nice girl for you to like her so much. You're a nice guy too, Mickey. Do you know that? Even if you are my brother I still like you."
There was a teasing smile on Mary Ann's lips. She stood in front of Mickey, so close he could almost feel the radiating warmth of her body.
Mickey was having a hard time fighting down the desire in his body. It took all of his will power to keep from reaching out for Mary Ann. He longed to feel the softness of her naked body in his arms. No, he kept telling himself. It was wrong for him to feel this way. It was wrong to have this desire for his own sister. It was incest.
"Do you really think I have a nice body, Mickey? Do you really think I'm a pretty girl?"
Mickey looked away from her. What was she trying to do? Why was she asking him so many questions Eke this? He nodded. "Yeah, you're pretty, Mary Ann." Damn it, he should leave. He should go up to his room and get away from her before he lost his self-control and did something they would both be ashamed of later. He tried to get up, but discovered he could not move. With a will of its own, his body would not move. He could not raise himself up from the couch. He could not even raise his arm. All he could do was to let his eyes wander over his sister's nearly nude body. Mary Ann became blurred. He could not see her clearly any more. He shook his head, blinked his eyes and looked up again. Mary Ann was like a vision of heavenly loveliness. Her tawny flesh seemed to have an almost golden hue as it gleamed through the whiteness of her gown. He took in every detail of her loveliness, from the fullness of her breasts to the darkness at the apex of her thighs. She might as well be completely naked.
Mary Ann looked down at him. She passed the tip of her tongue over her lips moistening them, teasing him. "Would you like to see me completely naked, Mickey?"
Mickey's eyes went wide. Surprised shock registered on his face.
"If you really want to see me naked, Mickey, I don't mind. All you have to do is say yes and I'll take this gown off, then you can see everything. Wouldn't you like that, Mickey?"
Mickey could not stop the wild racing of his heart. His whole body trembled. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words would come out. He sat still.
Mary Ann stepped away from him. She walked slowly toward the center of the room, swishing her hips. With her back turned to Mickey she slowly, teasingly, drew her gown up. Her bare ass came into full view. Mickey gasped sharply. His heart almost stopped beating. Mary Ann looked back over her shoulder. Her eyes were glazed. Desire was registered in her eyes. Mickey sat frozen as she raised the gown higher and finally drew it over her head. She tossed the gown aside and stood stark naked with her back to him.
Mickey's eyes roamed freely over his sister's naked body. Mary Ann slowly turned around. Mickey held his breath, not daring to breathe, not daring to say a word or move a muscle. Desire had him paralyzed. Her body was beautiful, more beautiful than he had remembered. He could not believe this was really happening. Mary Ann was so close and naked. His hungry eyes passed over her heaving, bare breasts. Her taut nipples seemed to be begging for his kisses. His eyes moved slowly from her breasts, down over her slim torso to the dark tangle of hair which covered her pubic mound. His eyes were riveted to her crotch. What was she like down there? What did she look like between her legs? He had never really seen a girl's pussy before. It had been too dark in the drive-in to see Judy's thing. Flaming lust filled him. He wanted to touch Mary Ann's hot pussy, to feel her naked body, to screw her. His cock was hard. He could feel it pushing hard against his tight pants. The tightness in his stomach grew stronger. He was about to come. Good Lord! he couldn't do that. Not here. Not now.
Mary Ann walked slowly toward him, openly displaying her nakedness.
"Well, Mickey, what do you think?" she asked, cocking her hips to one side as she shifted her weight to one leg. She glanced down at her nude body. "Am I as pretty naked as I am with clothes on?"
Mickey could not answer. He could not take his eyes from her luscious body.
"Am I the first girl you've seen naked, Mickey?" She laughed, a vicious, mocking laugh. "How about these?" She cupped her lush, full breasts. "Are they pretty? Wouldn't you like to touch them, Mickey? Wouldn't you like to feel how soft and nice they are?"
Mary Ann was sick, Mickey suddenly realized. The twisted look in her eyes, the thick sweetness of her voice, her lewd teasing, everything about her said she was sick. He suddenly felt sorry for her. She stepped closer, holding out her breasts to him.
"Here, Mickey, why don't you just feel how nice they are."
Mickey could not help himself. He raised a trembling hand. All thoughts of right and wrong suddenly vanished. He could only think of Mary Ann as a desirable girl, forgetting, for the moment, that she was his sister. She wanted him to touch her. She needed him and he needed her. He reached for the firm mounds. Then he touched her. He felt the full, heavy softness of her breasts in his hands. The tightness in his stomach grew stronger. His prick surged. He gasped for breath. He could feel her nipples growing erect under his sweating palms.
Mary Ann suddenly laughed and jerked away. "Alright, little brother, that's enough of a feel for now," she said with a teasing grin. "Why don't you take off your clothes too, Mickey? Let me see you naked. Let me see if you have a big prick down there." She reached for his crotch. Mickey suddenly tensed. Was she going to touch his prick?
Mary Ann's raw language shocked Mickey. He had never heard her use a word like prick before. Mickey shook his head. He was not about to take off his clothes. He did not want Mary Ann to see how she had aroused him.
"Come on, Mickey, what's wrong? Are you shy? I bet you have a big hard-on right now. Come on, let me see how big and hard your cock is." Mary Ann again reached for his crotch. Mickey covered himself with his hands.
He could not do it. He could not let her see this thing. No, no, no. Panic filled him as Mary Ann stepped closer, her hand extended for his cock.
"Here, let me help you," she said with a broad, teasing grin. Her hand touched his belt buckle.
Sheer panic gripped Mickey. Gathering all of his strength, Mickey jumped to his feet. He pushed Mary Ann roughly. She fell backward, landing on her bare bottom on the thick carpet.
"Well, you don't have to get so damned rough," she said, getting to her feet and rubbing her bruised buttocks. "What's the matter, Mickey? Are you too shy to take off your clothes? I'll bet you're embarrassed because you have a big hard-on right now. Come on, let me see your cock. I let you see me naked, didn't I? It's only fair that you let me see you now."
Mickey glanced at Mary Ann's nude body again. She was disgusting. Filthy and disgusting. A tramp, a bitch. He started to say something, then changed his mind. He took one final look at her lush nakedness then turned and walked away.
As he lay on the bed in his room he could still see Mary Ann standing before him, naked, her soft lushness teasing him, arousing him. His prick was still hard. His right hand slipped down to his crotch. It felt good to rub himself there. Damn her anyway. Why was she doing this to him? A brief picture of Gail flashed through his mind. Gail would never tease him like that. In a way he almost wished she would. He would love to see her naked, to touch her soft body, to make love to her.
He was suddenly angry with himself for thinking such thoughts about Gail. He got up from the bed and walked across the room. It was not right to think of Gail like that. She was a nice girl.
The memory of Mary Ann's soft, naked body still haunted Mickey when he took Gail out a few days later. They went to a movie, but all through the movie all Mickey could think of was Mary Ann and her soft, nude body. He put his arm around Gail and drew her close to him. The nearness of her body aroused him. He tried to think of something else, to concentrate on the picture, but he couldn't. His desire grew stronger. He could smell the faint sweetness of Gail's body. Once he let his hand drop from her shoulder to the softness of her left breast. He hardly dared to breathe as he touched her soft, firm mound. Even through her dress and bra he could feel her gentle warmth. Gail let his hand linger for a moment. That surprised him. He squeezed and cupped her breast. His prick rose hard. He swallowed. His body trembled. Finally Gail took his hand from her breast.
"Don't Mickey," she said softly. "Please."
For the rest of the movie Mickey just sat with his arm around Gail's shoulder, holding her close. He could not get rid of the desire, the need he felt. Later when he took her home, Gail invited him in for a Coke.
Her parents were out for the evening so they were alone. They sat in the living room, watching TV and talking for a while. Every once in a while Mickey's eyes would wander to Gail's breasts or her creamy thighs. The short dress she wore accented her slim, golden thighs. He wondered what she was like down there in that soft, mysterious valley between her legs. He wondered if she had a lot of hair there like Mary Ann. Mickey was getting aroused again. He put his left arm out and Gail slid closer to him. His arm closed around her soft body.
"It's nice to be alone like this, isn't it?" Gail said, looking up at him with her shimmering, blue eyes.
"Yeah," Mickey said slowly. "Nice, very nice." Gail put her head on his shoulder. Mickey tried to say something, but his mind was a complete blank. All he could think of was Gail's body. He blushed. He should not be thinking of her like this. Damn. it, if it had not been for Mary Ann he would not have such sordid desires for Gail.
'Damn Mary Ann. Damn her.'
"Mickey," Gail said, without looking up, "do you like me? I mean do you really like me?"
What kind of a question was that, Mickey wondered. "Of course I do," he replied, giving Gail's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You know I do, Gail."
"Yeah, I guess so." She did not sound to sure. "But I had to hear you say it. I just felt a sudden need for that. Can you understand?" She looked up at him. This time there was a strange, distant look on her face.
Mickey leaned over and kissed her. A stirring quiver passed through him as their lips touched. His arms slipped around Gail and drew her tight against him. Their bodies met. They held the kiss for several long moments. The wild flame of passion rose higher in Mickey. His body seemed ready to explode. He could not get his breath. He could feel Gail's breasts crushed against his chest. Her soft, feminine body was full against him. He was breathless as their lips parted.
Gail leaned back on the sofa. She did not say anything. She just looked up at him with her soft, misty eyes. Mickey tried to understand what was happening to him and to her. What was Gail feeling now? What was she thinking of? Was she as aroused as he was? She suddenly seemed to be begging for him to touch her. The look in her eyes told him to go ahead if that was what he wanted. He had never seen Gail like this. His whole body trembled. His heart pounded as his hand closed once again on the softness of her breasts. His body was on fire as he cupped each of her firm mounds. Gail. uttered no protest, made no move to take his hand away. She sighed in surrender and closed her eyes. Mickey squeezed each full breast in turn, feeling Gail's body tense and shudder.
Mickey could not believe this was really happening. It could not be real. He was dreaming. Gail had never let him touch her like this before. She seemed to be enjoying it. What was he supposed to do now? Did Gail want him to make love to her? Was she ready for that? Gail still said nothing as Mickey's trembling hands wandered over her body. He had never touched a girl like this. It had been different with Judy. She had been just a piece of ass, there had been no feelings for her. Gail must like him an awful lot, he decided, to let him feel her like this. That made this moment all the more meaningful to him. He suddenly could not think just of Gail's body. There was more to his feelings for her than just sex, than just the desire to get into her pants.
Mickey felt the tightness in his crotch and realized he had a hard-on. He wondered if Gail could feel it. Her body was still pressed close to his. She must be able to feel it. What was she thinking now? If Gail noticed his erection she said nothing, made no move, uttered no protest. She just sat still and let him feel the gentle softness of her youthful body. She let him caress her, touch her, take his pleasure from her.
"Mickey, have you ever made love to a girl?"
Gail's question surprised Mickey. He did not know what to say. Should he be honest and tell her about Judy?
"No," he said finally. "No." He could not tell her about Judy and that wild night in the back seat of the car.
Gail opened her eyes and looked up at him. "I've never let a boy touch me like this before, Mickey. I've never really wanted a guy to touch me until now. It's good, Mickey, so good. I like to feel your hands touching me. I guess it's because I like you, Mickey. I like you a lot." She hesitated with the word like. It was almost like she had wanted to say love.
Mickey looked down at her soft, floating eyes and kissed her again. This time her arms went around his neck, drawing him closer. Their bodies interlocked. Their lips caressed each other. Mickey felt Gail's hot tongue proving at his mouth. Then her tongue was inside, caressing the warm insides of his mouth, caressing his tongue, arousing a fiery passion in him. Amid dancing, caressing, flashing tongues they both began to feel the fiery needs of their bodies. Mickey was driven to a new height of passion, a height he had never experienced.
Was she a virgin, Mickey wondered. Would a virgin act like this? Mickey's hands fumbled at Gail's back. His hands searched for the zipper of her dress. Should he unzip her dress? Would she get mad? Would she slap him? Would she ever see him again? He was full of doubt, full of concern. He did not want to lose Gail, but something inside of him drove him on. He had to do it. He could not control himself. He found the elusive zipper. His fingers hesitated for a moment. He gasped for breath. His heart pounded. His tongue danced with Gail's as he slowly slid the zipper down her back. He expected Gail to pull away, to say no, to protest, but she said nothing. She kissed him and pressed her lithe body tighter against his. Mickey drew the zipper all the way down.
With the back of her dress fully open, Mickey touched, for the first time, the hot, silky smoothness of her bare flesh. The touch was delicious. It was wild. He ran his finger tips slowly up and down her bare back. The strap of her bra was the only thing which broke the full smoothness of her back. Up and down her, back his fingers trailed. He was filled with wild passion. Their lips parted. Gail snuggled closer. She kissed his cheek. His hand paused at the strap of her bra. Should he unfasten her bra? He wanted to feel the full, unbroken smoothness of her back. His fingers fumbled with the clasp. He had never unhooked a girl's bra before. He was too clumsy and awkward. He could not get it undone. How did this damn thing fasten?
Suddenly Gail pulled away from him. Mickey groaned. Oh no! Not now! She couldn't make him stop now. Gail reached behind her back. He thought she was zipping her dress up, then he realized with a start, that she was unhooking her bra. Mickey held his breath. This was too far out. This was too much.
When she had her bra unhooked, Gail again settled close to Mickey. His hands once again went to her back. The full smoothness of her naked back aroused him even more. He pulled her dress open. He wanted to feel more of her, touch all of her. He wanted her naked. The passionate desire he now had for Gail was stronger than anything he had felt before, even with Judy, even with Mary Ann. This was different. This was wonderful. It was beautiful. He was nervous. He was not sure of what to do next.
Blind instinct guided him as he pulled the dress from Gail's shoulders. She made no move to stop him as the dress and bra fell to her waist, leaving her firm, young breasts naked to Mickey's hungry eyes. His hands closed on her bare breasts. He felt their softness and the firmness of her taut nipples. His head exploded. He was doing it. He was actually touching Gail's bare breasts. Her breasts were so soft, so silky smooth, so warm. There was no teasing look in Gail's eyes, no mocking laughter. They kissed again as his right hand closed gently on each of her firm, bare breasts, cupping each mound, caressing each taut, pink nipple.
Gail's eyes were half-closed. She had a faraway, peaceful look about her. She was giving him pleasure and receiving pleasure in return. Mickey could hardly believe he was really holding Gail, half-naked, in his arms. His heart raced wildly. His prick was ready to burst. Mickey could not control the shaking of his body, the trembling of his hands. It was pure heaven to hold Gail like this. His temples pounded as he caressed her bare skin. His head dropped to her breasts. His tongue flashed out to tease each erect, pink nipple. Gail sighed. She was enjoying it. She was really enjoying it.
The shy timidity of youth vanished as Mickey was caught up in a burning lust for Gail's body. He kissed and fondled each of her firm breasts. She sighed again and again. Her body heaved once and he felt her body shudder. Gail slid lower on the couch. She seemed to be urging him on, begging him to do even more to her. It was as if she were saying, "I'm yours, Mickey. Take me."
Mickey needed no invitation. His eager hands wandered over Gail's half-naked body. He glanced up at her face. Her head was thrown back. Her eyes were closed in a passionate stupor. Mickey sucked at each of her taut nipples, toying with them' teasing them, caressing them with the tip of his flashing tongue. Gail arched her body, filling his mouth with her firm softness. Mickey's trembling left hand slid down her side, over her bunched dress and down to her warm, bare thighs. His pulse raced. Should he reach for the center of her passion? Would she stop him? He did not know, but he had to try. He had to at least make the effort, regardless of what happened. His trembling hand caressed her bare thigh. He felt her soft flesh quiver. Then his hand was under her short skirt. He sucked in his breath sharply as his hand neared her young, virgin pussy. Then his hand was on her pubic mound. He felt the coarseness of her pubic hair through her thin panties. At last his hand slipped between her legs. Her thighs parted. His head spun, his body exploded. He was doing it. He was really touching her down there. Even through her panties he could feel how soft and warm and moist she was.
'Play it cool,' he kept telling himself. 'Play it cool and don't rush it.'
He was so near now he was afraid he might ruin everything by one wrong move.
Mickey could not restrain himself any longer. All he could think of was the warmth between Gail's legs. His prick ached. Gail put her arms about him and drew him to her. Their lips met in a blinding, passionate kiss.
"Oh Mickey," she sighed. "Oh Mickey! It feels so good."
Mickey did not know what to say. He looked down at her smiling face. A warm feeling came over him. His probing fingers slipped inside the crotch of her panties. He touched the hot, quivering flesh of her moist nether lips. His whole body tingled. The lips of her nest pulsated as his fingers explored her tender cleft. Gail's breath came in short, quick gasps. She had lost control of herself. She was as hot as he was. She raised her hips. Then to Mickey's complete surprise she tugged her panties down and kicked them off. She was giving herself fully to the blinding passions which now controlled her young body. Her dress was gathered around her waist. Mickey's eyes roved freely over her slim nakedness. There was a tightness in his throat. He could not swallow. He could hardly get his breath. She was beautiful, more beautiful than he had ever dreamed.
Gail lay back on the couch, her eyes closed, her body trembling with desire. Mickey's eyes were drawn to her furry triangle. She lay with her thighs parted slightly. He could see her nest, the lips framed by her tawny pubic hair. She was offering herself to him, inviting him to take her body. His hand trembled as he reached out to touch her soft, warm, quivering body. She was so soft, so warm and soft. He had never imagined she would be like this. His fingers trailed lightly up her thighs, across her quivering stomach and then down into the thick, tangled curls on her pubic mound.
Gail moaned as his hand slipped between her open thighs. He touched the hot wetness of her burning pussy. Gail opened her thighs wider, completely revealing herself to him. Mickey stared at her exposed pussy. He raised his eyes to see her face. She was watching him. Their eyes met and Mickey felt a sudden calmness come over him. He leaned forward and kissed her gently, softly. Gail wrapped her arms about his neck and held him to her breast.
"Mickey! Oh Mickey! I love you. I really love you," Gail sighed.
Mickey swallowed hard. His clumsy fingers probed at her feminine softness. He parted her nether lips and searched for the hidden opening. Gail offered no resistance. Suddenly a deep sense of guilt and shame flooded Mickey. Gail was doing this for him. She did not really want to do it, but she knew he did and she was willing to sacrifice her virginity for him, to give him pleasure.
He could not do it. He could not take her most precious gift. He jerked his hand away from her dripping sex. He pulled her skirt down to hide the temptation from his eyes. He sat up with his back turned to her.
"I'm sorry, Gail. I'm sorry." His voice was thick and trembling. He could hardly speak. Tears of shame brimmed in his eyes. He had degraded her. He had shamed the girl he loved. He loved? Yes, he loved her, he suddenly realized that. He could not do this to her. He could not do it.
Gail stirred beside him. He felt her hands on his shoulders. "It's all right, Mickey," she whispered. "It's all right."
"I don't know what's come over me, Gail. I didn't mean to do that to you. Really I didn't."
"I know. I know. It's okay. It's as much my fault as yours. I guess I wanted you to do it. I guess I really did. For the first time I really wanted you to touch me, to feel my body all over." She lay her head against his shoulder.
Even through his shirt Mickey could feel the dampness on her cheeks. He turned around. Gail threw herself into his arms. Her lips searched blindly for his. The innocence of youth returned in a warm kiss.
The flaming fires of passion had died out. Mickey no longer felt the burning need to have her body. Here she was, half-naked in his arms, her breasts bared and all he could think of was how beautiful she was. How wonderful, soft, sweet and gentle she was.
They lay in each others arms for a long time. Occasionally Mickey would caress her bare breasts, but with a feeling of love, not lust, a feeling of wanting to touch her, to be near her, not unbridled desire for her body. Mickey could not understand how he felt, what stirred these new feelings in him, but he knew it was good. It was wonderful. It was good and Gail loved him. Her words still rang in his ears. She loved him. She really loved him.
Mickey walked home on a cloud of love. He just seemed to float down the street. His heart was filled with a happiness he had never known before. He had a girl that loved him. At last he had a girl.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mary Ann had watched Mickey grow up. She had seen him turn into a young man and saw his affair with Gail become something strong and lasting. She could not help feeling a little jealous. What right did he have to be so much in love with Gail? She still wondered if Mickey had ever balled Gail. He had probably never even touched her, Mary Ann decided.
Mary Ann was on her way to Bill and Susan's as these thoughts passed through her. She could find little consolation in the fact that Mickey was so happy while she was still without anyone to really love. She wondered what Gail had that she did not have. Gail probably did not even know the first thing about making love to a guy. A sudden rage filled Mary Ann, a rage directed at Mickey, at Gail and even at herself for being so left out and not doing anything about it. Well, one day she would show Mickey and Gail what love was really about.
Bill was at work when Mary Ann arrived at the apartment.
"Hi!" Susan said as Mary Ann came into the living room. As usual Susan was naked. She was lying on the sofa, watching TV. Mary Ann glanced briefly at her friend's nude body, then settled into a big chair beside her.
"Take off your clothes and get comfortable," Susan said with a grin.
Mary Ann settled back in the chair without saying a word.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Susan asked, sitting up and staring at Mary Ann.
"Nothing."
"Well, you sure look down in the dumps. Is there anything I can do to help? Do you need to talk about anything?" Susan's face suddenly rose. "Say, you're not PG, are you?"
"Good grief, no," Mary Ann said. She could not help smiling at Susan's deep concern. "No, I'm not pregnant."
Susan breathed a deep sigh of relief. "Wow! For a minute you had me scared."
"I'm sorry. I guess I've just got a lot on my mind today."
"Damn, it's hot in here." Susan got up from the sofa and padded to the air-conditioner. She turned it up and came back beside Mary Ann.
Mary Ann watched Susan cross the room. She could not help but admiring Susan's beautiful body, so innocently displayed in all of its richness. Susan's naked buttocks jiggled as she walked. Her firm breasts bounced. Mary Ann found herself staring at Susan's breasts and the furry triangle below. She felt a faint stirring deep inside of her own body. Susan was beautiful.
"Come on, forget your troubles. Take off your clothes. It's hot enough without suffocating your body."
Mary Ann laughed. Susan certainly hated to wear clothes. With a shrug of her shoulders, Mary Ann stood up and slipped out of her dress. She stood for a moment clad only in her thin bikini panties. She noticed Susan watching her closely. She rolled her tongue and twisted her hips slowly as she slid her panties down and off. Naked, she stood proudly before Susan.
"You do have a beautiful body, Mary Ann," Susan said softly. She stepped toward Mary Ann.
"Your breasts are so nice and full."
Mary Ann stood in silence as Susan approached her. The look in her eyes told Mary Ann what to expect. Mary Ann felt a tingle in her stomach. Her pulse raced as Susan came up to her and placed a trembling hand on her right breast.
"This is nice," Susan said, gently cupping Mary Ann's soft breast. She leaned forward and placed a hesitant kiss on the taut, pink nipple.
Mary Ann sighed and thrust her breasts out to Susan's inflaming caresses and kisses. This was what she needed, someone to make love to her, even if it was another girl. Mary Ann brought her own hands up to cup Susan's lush breasts. The weight of Susan's breasts in her hands filled Mary Ann with a deep hunger, a deep need. She squeezed each firm mound and passed her fingertips over the turgid nipples. Susan moaned in delight.
Susan's lips touched Mary Ann's. Mary Ann s lips parted to accept Susan's hot, probing tongue. A flashing tongue caressed the warm inside of Mary Ann's mouth, filling her with a flaming passion. Both girls were caught up in a wild maelstrom of desire and passion. Their hands passed excitedly over each other's bodies. Soft sighs and moans filled the room. Susan's eager hand slipped between Mary Ann's legs. A tiny gasp of pleasure escaped from Mary Ann as she felt the hand on her hot, moist pussy. Her own hand sought Susan's seat of passion.
Both girls sank to the floor in a tangle of bodies, soft sighs and groans of pleasure. Susan sank a finger deep into Mary Ann's burning snatch. Mary Ann, in the meantime, caressed Susan's stiff clitoris and let her fingers trail up and down the hairy cleft between Susan's widespread thighs. A delectable feeling came over Mary Ann as she passed her hand over Susan's burning, moist cunt and felt Susan's naked body rubbing against her own. Mary Ann spread her thighs wide. Susan trailed flaming kisses over Mary Ann's naked body, arousing her to a feverish pitch of excitement. Each firm, heaving breast received Susan's wet lips. Mary Ann could stand it no longer. She had to have satisfaction. She moaned as Susan, sensing her need, shifted positions. In gay abandon, Susan straddled Mary Ann's body in the classic Lesbian position. Her head dipped between Mary Ann's open thighs. Mary Ann gasped. Her body heaved as Susan's tongue darted out to caress the hot, moist lips of her open, waiting cunt. Mary Ann opened her eyes briefly to look up into Susan's waiting pussy just above her own face. She reached up with trembling hands and pulled Susan's hips down, burying her face in Susan's hot moistness. Her own tongue probed into Susan's dripping orifice while she squeezed each firm buttock.
In blind passion the girls tongued each other's sex. Mary Ann could feel herself climbing higher and higher in the violent throes of pure ecstasy. She sucked at Susan's cunt, drawing the warm, sweet juices into her eager mouth. She tongued Susan's stiff clitoris while Susan's tongue danced over her own pussy. As she approached the final dizzying heights of delight, Mary Ann felt a slight pain, then a wave of pure pleasure as Susan slipped a moist finger into her tiny, wrinkled anus.
Mary Ann's body exploded in wave after wave of violent climaxes. Her body heaved and shook, trembled and quivered. Susan greedily sucked Mary Ann's body dry, drawing each drop into her mouth.
Mary Ann clutched tightly to Susan's trembling body. Her tongue probed deep into Susan's hot cunt. She wanted to bring Susan to a climax. She felt Susan's body stiffen as she trailed her tongue along the hairy cleft, parting the pulsating nether lip to lick eagerly at the moist, warm, tender inner flesh of Susan's body. Susan groaned. Her body heaved. She was almost there. Mary Ann sucked harder, flashing her tongue faster. She wanted to give Susan pleasure. Warm flashes shot through Mary Ann as she let her tongue pause briefly at Susan's winking ass-hole. She had never done this before, but it seemed to arouse Susan to a fantastic height. Mary Ann let her tongue probe at the tiny hole until it was wet with her own saliva, then she put a hesitant finger to the hole and slowly let it slide in. Susan cried out and jerked her body upward. Mary Ann buried her face in Susan's dripping cleft. Susan moaned. With a finger buried in her ass and Mary Ann's heated tongue probing deep into the crevice of her snatch, Susan quickly reached a climax. Mary Ann licked Susan's juices and sucked her dry. When it was all over, Susan collapsed in a weak heap on top of Mary Ann.
Later, the two girls lay in each other's arms, kissing and softly stroking each other. A delicious warmth came over Mary Ann. She loved to feel Susan's nakedness pressed against her own. Breast to breast, thigh to thigh, they lay with their arms locked about each other.
"That was beautiful," Susan finally whispered between kisses. "I don't think I've ever felt so good afterward."
Mary Ann smiled. "Me neither."
"You know, you've gotten me in a real sexy mood."
"How's that?"
"Well, I don't know. I just feel like doing something sexy and real far out."
"You mean what we did is not far out enough for you?" Mary Ann raised her eyebrows.
"Sure, but I suddenly feel in the mood to do something daring, like going outside like this." Susan glanced down at her naked body.
"You wouldn't do that?" Mary Ann said with a mock look of shocked modesty.
"I would if I knew I wouldn't be put in jail for it."
"You're crazy. Wonderful, but crazy." Mary Ann kissed Susan's cheek. Both girls laughed.
"Say, I've got an idea," Susan said. Her face brightened as she suddenly sat up. "Maybe we can't go outside like this, but we can go out almost like this."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we could wear something sexy and very revealing with nothing on under it. What do you say?"
"I still say you're crazy." Mary Ann did not want to admit it, but Susan's suggestion aroused her. It would be exciting to see the looks on men's faces as she and Susan walked down the street almost naked. Mary Ann eagerly agreed to go along with Susan's idea.
The girls went to Susan's bedroom. In her closet Susan searched for something sexy to wear. Already excitement was building in Mary Ann. She found herself staring at Susan's naked body as she rummaged through her closet. Mary Ann glanced down at her own nude body.
"Boy! Mickey should be here now." Mary Ann said as she glanced again at Susan's nakedness.
"Why?" Susan asked, taking down a short dress and handing it to Mary Ann. "Here, try this on."
"Well, it would be fun to see how he would react to seeing you naked. I let him see me a couple of times, and I thought he was going to have a heart attack."
Susan laughed. "Is he really that bad?"
"Yeah, he really is. I doubt if the poor, dumb guy has ever made love to a chick, or even seen anyone but me naked." Mary Ann slipped into the short-skirted dress. The bodice was so sheer the nipples of her breasts were plainly visible. She might as well be topless. The tiny skirt barely covered her bottom. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Her lips curled in a wide smile of satisfaction. A tingle of excitement passed through her.
"Your brother sounds like a real character. Do you really think a kid his age is still a cherry?"
"In his case, I'd bet on it," Mary Ann said.
Susan turned away from her closet. Her face brightened with sudden inspiration. She went to the dresser and pulled open the top drawer. While Mary Ann watched, Susan slipped into one of Bill's white, dress shirts. In a daring mood, she left the shirt open except for the bottom two buttons.
"How's this?" Susan asked as she struck a provocative pose with a broad, teasing grin.
"Wow, that's great. Really far out. I can see your nipples. It's like you weren't wearing anything."
"Then that settles it. I'll wear this." Susan paused, in deep thought, for a moment. "You know, another idea just hit me. We can have the fun of going outside like this, then we could go over to your house and play games with your shy brother. Do you think he'll be home?"
"Probably. He's usually home reading some stupid book or just daydreaming." There was a mischievous sparkle in Mary Ann's eyes. It was going to be fun to see Mickey's reaction to Susan.
Mary Ann's body tingled as she and Susan walked toward her house. A gentle breeze swirled under Mary Ann's short skirt to caress her bare bottom. Her breasts jiggled with each step. It gave her a wild feeling to walk down the street like this. She watched the eyes of men they passed travel over her thinly clad body. Could they tell she was naked under her thin dress? Every once in a while Mary Ann noticed the sly, flirtatious smile Susan would give a passing guy. Susan was really a tease.
Once, while they waited for a traffic light to change, Mary Ann closed her eyes as a ripple of desire passed through her body. She was left breathless. As the soft breeze caressed her body she felt naked, free and naked. Her stomach tightened. She pressed her thighs together and sighed softly. She felt a sudden urge to take off her dress, to walk down the street naked, to be free, free, free.
"Mary Ann! Mary Ann! Snap out of it! What's wrong?"
Susan's voice snapped Mary Ann back to reality. The tingling in her body slowly faded.
"Oh wow!" Mary Ann whispered. . "I just had the grooviest feeling come over me. I thought for a minute I might even come."
"That is groovy. I get those feelings every once in a while. Sometimes it about drives me up a wall." Susan had a wide grin. "Come on, I've got some big plans for your little brother. It's been a long time since I seduced a guy."
Mary Ann walked along in a daze. The tightness in her stomach grew stronger. She felt her pussy grow moist. She was ready to have a big cock rammed into her burning cunt.
The house was quiet and empty when Mary Ann and Susan arrived. A look of disappointment flashed across Susan's face.
"Damn," Susan muttered. "This would happen when I was looking forward so much to teasing him."
"Maybe he'll be home in a few minutes," Mary Ann said quietly, with a certain disappointment in her voice.
"Well, I guess there's nothing to do but wait," Susan said with a sigh. She sat down in a big chair and looked up at Mary Ann. "You sure look nice in that dress," she said softly.
Mary Ann blushed.
"I mean it," Susan insisted. "That dress really clings to you. Turn around for a minute."
With a grin Mary Ann slowly turned in a complete circle.
"That's really far out. I can almost see your bare bottom. That skirt is just short enough to really tease a guy."
With a tantalizing twist of her hips Mary Ann leaned forward so the back of her skirt rose. A faint sigh echoed from Susan. The tightness in Mary Ann's stomach increased as she showed her bare ass to Susan. A feverish excitement gripped her. Her pussy was on fire.
When Mary Ann had straightened up she noticed Susan had leaned back in the chair. There was a glazed look in her eyes. She had opened her shirt completely. The sight of her naked body spread out in the chair took Mary Ann's breath away. Her heart skipped a beat as Susan's thighs parted, and she had an unobstructed view of Susan's dripping cunt. Mary Ann could not resist the temptation. With a long sigh she fell to her knees between Susan's open thighs. She had to taste once more the delicious sweetness of Susan's sex. Susan's thighs opened wider as Mary Ann's head dipped to the open cleft of the dripping pussy. With her temples pounding and her body trembling, Mary Ann's tongue darted out to touch the moist lips of Susan's cunt. Susan groaned. Mary Ann's tongue danced over Susan's pussy, arousing her, teasing her, bringing her body to the boiling point.
Mary Ann's own body cried out in need. Her hand dipped between her own quivering thighs to massage the stiff bud of her burning clitoris. She gasped as a sharp feeling shot through her. She eagerly licked Susan's pussy while she massaged her own wetness. Sighs and groans of pleasure filled the room as both girls approached their climaxes. Susan's body heaved. Mary Ann buried her face in Susan's moist cleft. Her tongue probed deep into Susan's body. She moistened the middle finger of her left hand in Susan's hot, wet pussy then rammed it deep into Susan's winking ass-hole. A sharp cry came from Susan. Mary Ann's face was suddenly flooded with warm, sticky juices as Susan came. Mary Ann licked the sweet juices and drank deeply from Susan's cunt.
At almost the same time Mary Ann's own climax exploded. Her head jerked up. Her whole body drained into her hand.
When it was at last over Mary Ann rested her head on Susan's still heaving stomach. Susan gently stroked Mary Ann's soft hair and drew her close against her own warm flesh.
There was a sudden noise on the far side of the room. Mary Ann and Susan looked up to see Mickey standing with his mouth hanging open, a stunned look on his face. A brief flash of fear shot through Mary Ann. He had seen her make love to Susan. He had watched them and not said a word. He would tell everyone now that she was a Lesbian.
Mary Ann jerked away from Susan and stood up. Susan was nonplussed by Mickey's presence. She made no move to cover her nude body or to close her thighs, but let Mickey gaze with wide eyes at her fully exposed pussy.
"How long have you been spying on us?" Mary Ann snapped.
Mickey did not answer. He just stared wide-eyed at Susan's cunt. Mary Ann stepped closer to Mickey.
"Goddamn it Mickey, you had no right to spy on us like that!"
"Take it easy Mary Ann," Susan said quietly. "He didn't really mean to spy on us. Did you Mickey?"
Mickey shook his head slowly.
"See," Susan said, getting up and coming toward Mickey. "Did you like what you saw, Mickey? Did it turn you on to see two girls making love to each other?"
Mickey's bulging eyes flashed from Susan to Mary Ann and back to Susan. He was off guard now, confused. He swallowed a couple of times as Susan stepped closer.
Mary Ann winked at Susan. The fun was about to begin, she realized. Taking her lead from Susan, Mary Ann turned to Mickey with a voice dripping with sex.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you, Mickey," she said sweetly. "I guess you really didn't mean to spy on us. You just happened to walk in at the wrong time."
Together Mary Ann and Susan led Mickey to the couch.
"Here, sit down," Susan told him.
A little reluctantly, with a faint look of suspicion in his eyes, Mickey settled down on the couch.
Susan and Mary Ann exchanged winks and grinned. The girls turned to Mickey.
"I'll bet you never saw two girls making out before, have you, Mickey?" Susan asked, placing her hand on his thigh.
Mickey shook his head.
"Do you think it's wrong when two girls like each other as your sister and I do, for them to want to bring pleasure to each other?"
Again Mickey shook his head, but slower this time. He was not really sure of his answer.
Mary Ann felt a tingle of excitement pass through her. She liked the way Susan was playing with Mickey, leading him up to the big scene. She started to say something, but decided to let Susan do the talking. It might be more fun to see what she had in mind.
"Tell me, Mickey, how did seeing us like that really affect you? Did it excite you? Did it cause you to get a big hard-on?"
Mickey blushed. "Yes," he finally managed to blurt out.
Susan grinned at Mary Ann. "You mean it really turned you on?"
Mickey nodded. His eyes shifted from Susan to Mary Ann. He realized he was trapped and he did not know what to do about it.
"It's all right, Mickey." Mary Ann realized she had to do something before Mickey panicked and ran away. "I'm not mad at you any more. I'm sorry I yelled at you." She glanced at Susan and saw the hungry look in her eyes. Mickey looked so helpless and confused, Mary Ann almost felt sorry for him.
"Would you like to see us do it again, Mickey?" Susan asked. This time it was Mary Ann's turn to give her a look of startled surprise.
Mickey was too dumbstruck to answer. His eyes went wide. His whole body trembled for a minute.
Without waiting for him to reply, Susan made Mary Ann sit down beside Mickey. Mary Ann grinned and watched the helpless look on Mickey's face as Susan fell to her knees. Renewed desire rose in Mary Ann as her skirt was pulled up and her thighs opened. For a minute Mary Ann was afraid Mickey was going to pass out as he stared at her exposed cunt. His eyes rolled back. His body seemed to suddenly go limp. Mary Ann kept her eyes on Mickey as Susan knelt between her open thighs and slowly leaned forward.
"Do you really want to see me make love to your sister?" Susan asked with a sly grin. "Go ahead, Mickey. If you just say you want to see me do it, I'll do it. Sitting right there, you'll really be able to see everything. Wouldn't you like that?"
Mickey hesitated. Mary Ann leaned back on the couch. A feverish excitement gripped her. She wanted Susan now. She didn't care whether her brother watched or not. She closed her eyes and opened her thighs even wider. She could hear Mickey's heavy breathing beside her.
"Go ahead, tell me you want to see it, Mickey. Tell me." Susan continued her rough prodding of Mickey.
"I ... I ... I ... " Mickey stammered. He could not take his eyes from his sister's hairy snatch. He glanced at Susan. Her face was only inches from Mary Ann's hot nest. Something suddenly came over Mickey. He sat up straight and looked down at Mary Ann. She opened her eyes. The strange look on Mickey's face took her by surprise. She had never seen her brother like this.
"All right," he said, his voice steady and unshaking. "I want to see you do it." He looked straight into Susan's eyes. "I want to see you eat my sister."
Susan arched her eyebrows and glanced up at Mary Ann. This sudden new twist in Mickey took her by surprise also. Without another word, Susan leaned forward and kissed Mary Ann's hungry sex. Mary Ann gasped as she felt her friend's lips and hot tongue caress her clitoris.
Mary Ann hoped he got an eyeful. Then she forgot about Mickey as she gave herself fully to the wild, carnal feelings rushing through her body. Susan buried her face in the quivering moistness of Mary Ann's cunt. Mary Ann moaned. Her hips jerked. She felt a hand clawing at her breasts and looked up to see Mickey, wide-eyed, pawing her heaving mounds. She sighed as he cupped each breast. This was going better than she had hoped.
Mary Ann had almost reached her peak when Susan suddenly drew away from her. Mary Ann moaned her disappointment.
"Well, Mickey, did you like that?" Susan asked, sitting back on her haunches and wiping Mary Ann's juices from her lips with the back of her hand.
Mickey still had his hands on Mary Ann's heaving breasts. He looked down at Susan and nodded.
"Tell me, have you ever done that to a girl, Mickey?" Susan asked. "Have you ever eaten a girl's pussy?"
"No," Mickey replied slowly. He looked down at his hands and seemed to realize for the first time that he was touching his own sister. He jerked his hands from her body.
Mary Ann looked at him. She reached for his hands and placed them on her breasts again. "It's all right if you touch me, Mickey. I don't mind. It feels so good to have your hands on my breasts."
Mickey squeezed each of Mary Ann's firm breasts. Mary Ann felt his body tremble.
Wild desire flashed in Mickey's eyes as Susan slipped out of her shirt to expose her naked body. "Do you like this, Mickey? Do you like to see girls naked?"
Mickey nodded.
"Why don't you take Mary Ann's dress off for her. I'm sure you would like to see her naked again, wouldn't you? Go ahead! She won't mind, will you Mary Ann?"
Mary Ann grinned. Susan was really pushing Mickey. She hoped he wouldn't panic and run away like he usually did. "No," Mary Ann said, looking up at Mickey. "Go ahead, Mickey. Take my dress off for me. I like to have guys undress me. It makes me feel really groovy all over. Here, I'll help you." She sat up so Mickey could get at the zipper of her dress.
Mickey looked confused and helpless. For a minute he did not seem to know what to do. Then, hesitantly, he reached for the zipper of Mary Ann's dress and drew it slowly down her back.
"Go ahead! Take it off of her," Susan urged. Mary Ann detected the excitement in Susan's voice.
Mickey's hands trembled as he slipped the dress from Mary Ann's shoulders. She watched him suck in his breath as the dress fell to her waist, leaving her lush breasts bare. She raised her hips as he pulled her dress off completely and tossed it aside. As she lay back, naked, Mickey's eyes wandered over her lush body.
Mickey's eyes feasted on Susan's and Mary Ann's nakedness. His hands passed lightly over Mary Ann's breasts, caressing and feeling her feminine softness. Mary Ann nodded at Susan. It had worked. They had succeeded in arousing Mickey to the point where he did not care what happened. Susan seized the initiative.
Susan stood up and came over to Mickey. She put her hands on his shoulders. "Would you like to feel my breasts too, Mickey?"
Mickey looked up at her. Without a word he reached for Susan's outthrust breasts. He cupped each heaving, fleshy mound.
"Kiss my nipples, Mickey. Kiss my nipples and tease them with your tongue."
Mickey did as he was told. His tongue flashed out and tipped each erect, pink nipple. Susan sighed. "Oh Mickey! That feels so good."
As she watched her brother kissing Susan's breasts a sudden impulse came over Mary Ann. She hesitantly put her hand on Mickey's thigh. She had to be careful not to scare him away. Her hand slid slowly toward his bulging crotch. Mickey's body jerked as she touched the hardness of his cock. It was her turn to gasp in surprise. Mickey was bigger than she had thought he would be. Mary Ann caressed the full length of his prick. Mickey gasped and trembled. Susan winked at her. Everything was going great.
"Would you like to touch my pussy, Mickey? Would you like to feel what a girl is like between her legs?" Susan asked in a soft, sexy voice.
Without taking his lips from her breasts, Mickey nodded his head. Susan gasped and moaned as Mickey's right hand slid between her open thighs. He caressed her gently, sliding a finger into her moist cleft, teasing the bud of her clitoris. Susan threw her head back and moaned softly.
Mary Ann grew more excited as she watched her brother make love to Susan. She clutched his prick tighter and moaned softly. The game had suddenly become serious. A tremendous need was growing inside Mary Ann. She had to have satisfaction. Before Mickey could protest or make a move to stop her, Mary Ann unzipped his pants. Her hand darted inside to pull his long, hard cock free. For a moment she gazed at the naked shaft of love in her hand. Mickey's prick was huge. She had never dreamed her little brother had anything like this between his legs. A long, deep sigh escaped from her as she passed her small hand over the full, hard length of his cock. Mary Ann was so inflamed with desire she forgot about teasing Mickey. All she could think of was his big prick and how she needed to have every inch of it rammed deep into her hot body.
Susan had also noticed Mickey's prick. Desire flashed in her eyes. She moistened her lips with her tongue and reached for Mickey's prick. like Mary Ann, she had to have it.
Mickey fell back on the couch with a long sigh as both girls caressed his cock and cupped his balls.
A faint smile of satisfaction flashed briefly on his face. He glanced at Susan, then at Mary Ann.
Susan could restrain herself no longer. While Mary Ann cupped Mickey's balls, Susan leaned forward and sucked the head of Mickey's cock into her eager mouth. Mickey gasped as her flashing tongue caressed the head of his prick. She sucked hard on it, drawing as much of it into her mouth as she could without choking.
Mary Ann lay beside Mickey and watched Susan suck his cock. Her own body cried out in need. Mary Ann took Mickey's right hand and guided it to her crotch. His fingers trailed through her pubic hair and slipped between her spread thighs to caress her moist pussy. Inflamed with lust, Mary Ann let out a long, deep sigh. like an experienced lover, Mickey sensed her need. Mary Ann cried out as his fingers lightly caressed her swollen clitoris. It felt so good. A finger slipped into her dripping orifice.
Mickey suddenly let out a long moan. Mary Ann glanced down at his lap where Susan's head bobbed up and down on his stiff prick. His hips jerked. Spasms shook his whole body. Susan's cheeks puffed out and a trickle of cum rolled down her chin. Mickey was pumping his juices into Susan's willing mouth. Susan swallowed fast as she drank from his fountain of love.
When it was all over Susan took her head from his cock and looked up at Mary Ann. Mickey's cum was thick on her chin and lips. A wild impulse came over Mary Ann. She kissed Susan and tasted Mickey's cum.
As a final sign of victory, Mary Ann dropped her head to Mickey's lap. She kissed his now limp prick. Her stomach tightened. Her heart pounded. She opened her mouth and drew his limp shaft inside. She sucked it lightly, savoring the feel of his prick in her mouth. Mickey's prick began to return to life. Mary Ann could feel it growing harder in her mouth. She cupped his balls and held the base of his shaft with her other hand. Her tongue danced around the purple head arousing him to renewed passion. When at last his cock stood erect again Mary Ann took it from her mouth. She stared at it for a moment. She had to have, had to feel his cock inside her pussy. Mary Ann quickly straddled Mickey's lap. With her right hand she guided his shaft to her pussy and sank slowly down on it, engulfing it with her wetness. A deep groan died on her lips as she took the full length of his hard cock into her hungry snatch. Mary Ann fell forward, crushing her heavy breasts against Mickey's chest, her lips seeking his in a wild kiss. Her hips rotated on his cock. Mickey thrust hard, burying his cock in her soft body. He moaned.
Susan watched the long, hard prick as it thrust in and out of Mary Ann's cunt. From the rear Susan had a perfect view. She could see the lips of Mary Ann's pussy sucking the length of Mickey's prick. Susan rose to her knees and leaned forward. She kissed the gleaming white cheeks of Mary Ann's buttocks. Her hands caressed each firm globe. Her tongue trailed down the deep cleft. A sharp moan came from Mary Ann as Susan's tongue passed over her tiny anus. Susan licked the wrinkled hole and thrust the tip of her pointed tongue into it. Mary Ann gasped and shuddered. Just as Mary Ann reached her peak Susan thrust a finger deep into her ass.
Mary Ann screamed as the cock in her pussy and the finger in her ass brought her to the peak of pleasure. Her juices flowed in one violent climax after another. It was as if her whole body was being drained. Her life was flowing out of her cunt and ass. She cried out and clutched Mickey tighter. He thrust hard, burying the full length of his hard cock in her. The world spun. Mary Ann fainted.
Mary Ann sensed something was wrong when she came to. For a minute she could not remember why she was naked on the couch. Her head hurt, and she felt weak. She sat up slowly. Then she remembered. She had fainted after Mickey had fucked her. Wow! She had never been made love to like that. She looked around the silent, deserted living room. Where was Susan? Where was Mickey? Mary Ann tried to get to her feet but she was still to weak. She fell back on the couch, too weak to move.
Mary Ann was still trying to recover her strength when Mickey came back into the room. A sudden sense of foreboding filled Mary Ann as she saw the cold, icy look in his eyes.
"Well, I see you're finally awake, you filthy little whore," Mickey said to her.
Mary Ann recoiled. She had never seen Mickey like this. For a minute she thought he was going to hit her. What did he mean, calling her a whore? She looked up at him with wide eyes. Her throat suddenly felt tight. She could not swallow. Mickey picked up her discarded dress and tossed it to her.
"Get dressed," he said roughly. "I'm tired of looking at your disgusting body."
Mary Ann's mouth dropped. My God! Mickey was more of a man than she had ever dreamed. She had expected him to be meek and willing to do her bidding after what she had done for him. She had certainly not expected this kind of angry reaction.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" she asked, holding the dress in front of her naked body.
"You," Mickey said sharply. "You and your filthy, disgusting friend. You both make me sick."
"What the hell do you mean? Look, you bastard, no one forced you to do anything. If you didn't like what was happening you could have left at any time." Mary Ann's strength had returned. Her eyes flashed angrily as she glared at Mickey.
Mickey crossed the living room slowly, his eyes fixed on Mary Ann. He stopped in front of her. Mary Ann could see the tenseness in his body, the hatred in his eyes.
All Mary Ann ever saw was a flashing blur of Mickey's hand, then she felt a sharp sting and deep pain in her cheek. The force of the blow knocked her backward. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She was stunned. No guy had ever treated her like this. She rubbed her bruised cheek.
"You're a filthy little bitch. A whore. You're too disgusting to even look at, Mary Ann." Mickey turned and left the room.
In stunned silence Mary Ann sat in the living room for a long time. She could not believe this had really happened. She rubbed her bruised cheek with a blank expression on her face. It would be a long time before she recovered from this shock.
CHAPTER NINE
A deep sense of guilt and shame filled Mickey. He had committed incest. He had fucked his own sister. He was sick and disgusted with himself. He considered running away from home, but that was no answer.
Gail was on his mind constantly. What would she think of him if she knew what he had done? Would she still love him?
Mickey did not see Gail for several days. In his shame how could he face her? Finally he could take his self-imposed isolation no longer. Mickey realized he had to get out, to do something, anything, before he lost his mind.
It was almost two weeks before he finally got up the courage to call Gail. Gail was overjoyed to hear from him. She eagerly accepted when he asked her to go for a ride with him. Mickey felt a strong need to be alone with Gail, to forget about his terrible sin.
Mickey's father had bought him an old car which was not hot on looks, but at least he could take Gail out without having to walk or take the bus. After he picked Gail up they drove up into the mountains to an isolated spot under a tall pine tree. The fresh air was heavy with the scent of the pine trees and wild mountain flowers. It was a peaceful setting which reminded Mickey of what he imagined paradise to be like.
They spread a blanket on the ground and dipped into the lunch Gail had made. Mickey smiled at Gail as she sat across from him, eating a sandwich. She had never been prettier. Her innocence made him almost forget his shame. He leaned across the picnic basket and kissed her tenderly. She returned the kiss. It was a soft kiss of warmth and understanding.
"I'm glad we came up here," Gail said. "It's so beautiful and peaceful." She looked at Mickey, and there was a strange sadness reflected in her eyes.
Mickey noticed the look. "Is anything wrong, Gail?"
"I was just going to ask you the same thing. Why didn't you call me before today? Are you mad at me, Mickey? Have I done something wrong?"
Mickey stopped eating his sandwich. Why should she think he was mad at her? What should he tell her? How could he explain that he had been too ashamed to face her? How could he tell her about Mary Ann and the awful thing he had done.
"No, I'm not mad at you, honey." It was the first time he had called her that. The word sounded a little strange, but he meant it. "I ... I ... I've just had some problems to work out. That's all."
Gail looked at him. The sadness in her eyes vanished. A deep, warm smile flashed across her face. "Is everything okay now?"
Mickey nodded.
This time Gail kissed him. Their lips touched in a warm kiss full of the love they felt for each other. For the first time Mickey realized he really was in love with Gail. He put his arms around her and drew her close.
"Gail, I love you," he whispered.
Gail drew away from him for a minute. She seemed stunned by what he had said. Then she threw herself into his arms, crushing her body against his.
"Oh Mickey. Mickey. Mickey. I love you too," she sighed.
Mickey felt the wetness of tears rolling down her cheeks. Why was she crying? Had he said something wrong? He raised her chin and kissed her again. He wiped away her tears with the tips of his fingers.
Gail smiled and kissed him. "You don't know how happy you've made me," she said.
It was Mickey's turn to smile. He took Gail in his arms again and they lay back on the blanket. The pine trees formed a green, swaying canopy over their heads as their bodies melted together. Their lips and tongues met. Mickey could feel the raw fire of passion rising in him, taking hold of his body, controlling his movements. He tried to fight this desire, this lust for Gail's body. He did not want this to happen, not here, not now. Their kisses became more passionate, more arousing. Mickey felt the warm heat of Gail's soft body pressed to his, and felt a wild stirring deep inside of him. He was going to make love to Gail. Somehow he sensed it. He knew she was going to let him this time. She wanted him to do it. She was offering herself to him.
Mickey's hands wandered to the softness of her breasts. Gail sighed. He kissed her, a deep fiery kiss, while his hand kneaded and cupped each of her firm breasts. Gail wound her arms around him, drew him closer to her. Her tongue flashed inside his mouth. His hands roved freely over her young, virgin body, down her side, over her hips and along her thighs.
"I love you, Gail. I really love you," Mickey whispered in her ear.
Gail clasped him tighter. "Oh Mickey, I love you too," she said softly. "I love you so much."
Mickey's heart and head soared as he held Gail close. He could feel the heat of her body, feel its softness and knew it was his. He wanted her, but not in the same way he had wanted other girls. This time the physical union would just be an outward expression for the deep love he felt for this girl in his arms. He drew her closer, kissed her softly, ran his hand through her long hair.
The tender heat of love became the raging fire of desire. As they kissed again, Mickey's hands wandered freely over her lush body. He felt the rich softness, the gentle warmth in each curve of her body. Gail made no move to resist. She was giving herself to him. It was her way of showing how much she loved him. Mickey's hand closed over her right breast. Gail sighed and thrust her breast into his hand, filling it with her softness. Mickey swallowed hard. He could not stop now even if he'd wanted to. He had to have Gail. He had to have this girl he loved so much. Mickey felt his maleness rising hard against her thigh. Could she feel it too, he wondered, and blushed.
Mickey looked down into the soft, limpid pools Of Gall's eyes. He saw the love for him written there. Their lips met again as he caressed her breasts and fumbled clumsily with the buttons of her blouse. When he finally got her blouse completely unbuttoned, Mickey pulled it open to reveal the blinding whiteness of her bra and the softness of her bare skin. For a moment all he could do was stare down at the lacy whiteness which still concealed her breasts. Dizzy with excitement, his head dropped to kiss the upper portions of her breasts. His tongue trailed into the deep, forbidden valley between her mounds. Gail moaned softly. He cupped each breast, caressing, squeezing, feeling the delicious softness beneath her bra. Gail's breath came in short, quick gasps as Mickey's hands passed over her body and his tongue caressed her bare skin. Mickey could feel her body stirring. Conscious now only of the need they felt for each other, Mickey and Gail sought satisfaction.
Their desires grew wilder as their passion rose to a feverish pitch. Gail rolled onto her side, allowing Mickey to reach behind her back and unfasten her bra. At last he got it undone. A deep sigh came from Gail as he pushed the loose bra up to reveal her full breasts in their naked glory.
Gail offered her bare breasts and stiff nipples to his lips, to his touch. Her swollen pink nipples ached for his kisses. Mickey kissed each stiff nipple. Gail moaned. Her body arched. This was the moment Mickey had dreamed of for so long. He had begun to doubt that it would ever happen. Yet here he was, with Gail half-naked in his arms, holding her, caressing her, kissing her, feeling her feminine softness beneath his searching hands. It was right. It was time. Gail was ready for him.
Mickey kissed her breasts, letting his fiery tongue trail over each firm mound, teasing each taut, pink nipple. He tasted the delights of Gail's warm, sweet flesh. Gail clasped his head. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his head tighter against her breasts.
"Oh Mickey! I love you. I love you. I love you," Gail said over and over again. She held his head tight to her breasts. "Oh God, Mickey! I need you. I really need you."
Her words surprised Mickey. He had never expected to hear Gail say that. He knew he needed her, but he had never thought of her as having the same needs or desires.
"I need you too," Mickey, whispered. He sucked at her breasts, drawing as much of her softness into his mouth as he could. "Oh Gail, if you only knew how much I need you, how much I've wanted you." Mickey crushed her in his arms.
"I know my darling," Gail replied, stilling his words with soft kisses.
Mickey's head spun. She had called him darling. He soared to the heavens. His body floated.
Gail got up. At first Mickey thought she was pulling away from him, that maybe she had changed her mind about letting him make love to her. Instead of pulling away, Gail slipped her blouse and loose bra from her shoulders. Naked to her waist, she lay down beside Mickey. Mickey drew her close, crushing her firm, naked breasts against the hardness of his chest. They kissed passionately. Gail fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. She opened his shirt and thrust her breasts against his bare, hairless chest. For the first time Mickey felt the soft heat of her flesh against his bare skin. His hands trailed up and down the smooth expanse of her naked back. His body was on fire. His manhood rose hard, thrusting against Gail. He was sure she must be able to feel it, to realize how aroused he was. Gail trembled as his hand trailed down her sides, up and over the graceful curve of her hip and down the soft, forbidden warmth of her thigh.
Mickey's heart almost stopped beating. Every nerve in his body tingled with excitement as his hand slid slowly under her short skirt. He sucked in his breath sharply as he touched the thin, silky material of her panties. He could not believe this was really happening. This was not Gail in his arms. It was a girl he had never known before. It was a girl filled with deep passion and a deeper hunger for him. It was a girl who was offering herself to him, sharing the pleasures of her body with him. It was completely different than that other time he had almost made love to her. This time she was responding with ardent passion. It was hard for Mickey to get his breath. His chest ached. His whole body was smothering in the fiery heat of his own passion and lust.
Mickey's hand moved over Gail's heaving stomach, down, down toward her secret warmth. Then he touched her. His hand touched the hardness of her pubic mound. Through her thin panties he felt the coarseness of her pubic hair. Any thoughts he had had of stopping vanished as his hand slid down between her parting thighs. She was open to him. He touched her there. Through her panties he felt her moistness. Gail moaned. Her body jerked violently. She locked her lips to Mickey's. Her probing tongue thrust deep into his mouth.
Mickey's throat was dry. He tried to swallow but couldn't. He tried to focus his eyes on Gail's face, but couldn't. He had lost control of his body.
"Take me, Mickey! Take me!" Gail sighed. "I want you, Mickey. I want you so much." She pressed her soft, young body hard against him.
Mickey's hand pulled aside the crotch of her panties. His hand touched the secret warmth of her most intimate part. He felt the stiffness of her pubic hair and the wetness of her nether lips. Gail trembled. Mickey parted her nether lips. His fingers searched for the tiny bud of her clitoris. A sharp moan and gasp came from Gail as the tip of his fingers passed lightly over her stiff bud. Gail offered no resistance. He pulled her panties down to her knees. She raised her legs and Mickey slid her panties completely off. Now only her skirt remained. Mickey searched in vain for the zipper. His fingers were too nervous. He could do nothing but probe blindly.
"Here, let me," Gail whispered. Her hand darted to her side. She slid the zipper down, unfastened her skirt and slid it down and off. She tossed the skirt aside and lay back, stark naked.
In the warm, golden sunlight, Mickey stared at Gail's nude body. Her softness beckoned to him. The fullness of her breasts, the flatness of her stomach, the tuft of blonde curls on her pubic mound, every intimate part was revealed to him. Her thighs opened. Mickey stared, wide-eyed at the way her curls dipped between her creamy thighs, and formed a forest around the hidden cleft of her nest.
All the hours he had spent dreaming of this moment, all the times he had tried to imagine what she looked like, and now here she was, spread out before him, yielding up to him, lying completely unashamed in her total nudity. Mickey slipped out of his clothes. In blind, passionate love their naked bodies met. Mickey gasped at the feel of Gail's nude body in his arms. His hands wandered hungrily over her silky smooth flesh. He wanted to touch every part of her body, to know the joy of complete, intimate contact. His hard, throbbing prick slipped between Gail's quivering thighs. Gail moaned softly as his prick caressed the stiffness of her clitoris. She moved her hips, rubbing her naked sex against his. Their bodies locked together, arms entwined, hips moving in rhythmic motion. The heat of passion, the fire of love brought their needs to a peak.
Mickey's hands wandered freely over Gail's nude body, cupping and squeezing each firm, naked breast, trailing down over her softness to her thighs and up again to the hot, dripping wetness of her virgin pussy. Gail moaned softly as he touched her eager cunt. With a hand on her hot, throbbing pussy Mickey's whole body vibrated. He thrust his tongue deep into her open mouth. His fingers passed over the stiff bud of her clitoris. Gail moaned in ecstasy. Her arms reached blindly for him, drawing him closer to her.
While he explored the soft mysteries of Gail's body, her hands wandered over his. They were two lovers exploring the unknown secrets of each other's bodies. When Gail's small, trembling hand touched the stiffness of his prick Mickey jumped. He had not expected her to touch him there. It surprised him. Her hand on him felt good. She caressed the full length of his erect shaft. Mickey moaned . His whole body tensed under her fiery caresses. Gail cupped his balls and gently fondled them, like a practiced lover. Her own thighs went wide as Mickey's hand probed at her pussy. Her pussy was ready. Gail was ready. Mickey was ready. The moment had arrived. Mickey felt suddenly weak. He could not stop shaking as he moved between Gail's now widespread thighs. Gail took his prick and guided it to her waiting love nest. Her body arched to meet his. The head of his cock touched her virgin softness. Her nether lips parted to accept the head of his bursting cock. Then it was in. Mickey could not believe it. He was fucking Gail. His head pounded. He thrust at her body. Gail cried out. Her fingertips raked across his back. He thrust again, harder this time. Gail screamed. He was hurting her. He wanted to stop. It was not feeling good for her. He started to withdraw, but Gail held him firmly in her tight grip.
"No," she begged. "Don't stop now, Mickey. Please don't stop. Go on! Go on! Do it to me! Do it to me!"
Her words urged Mickey on. He thrust hard again. Something blocked the full entry of his prick. There was a strong resistance inside her wet vagina. Gail thrust her hips up sharply. An agonizing cry of pain escaped from, her as the resistance in her sex gave way and the full length of Mickey's hard prick plunged into her. A deep feeling of guilt came over him. He had not wanted this to happen. He had wanted it to feel good for her. Instead he had hurt her. He started to withdraw his prick. Gail came to life again. She wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him a firm prisoner in her tight grasp. Her hips moved, working his prick in and out of her dripping cunt. His own body responded. Their lips met in a fiery kiss. Their tongues caressed each other. Their bodies melted together. Gail uttered a long, deep sigh and Mickey knew her pain was gone. He thrust his prick into her very hard. Gail gasped. Her hips jerked as he plunged in and out of her heated nest.
The air was filled with moans and gasps as the two lovers climbed the heights of passion together. It felt so good for Mickey. Gail's tight sex sucked at his prick, drawing him nearer to the peak of enjoyment. He could not hold back any longer. With a deep groan and a long sigh Mickey's prick erupted. He filled Gail's cunt with his rich juices. She, in turn, sighed deeply, thrust up her hips sharply, clutched tightly at his shoulders. Her body sucked every drop from him. Her fingernails raked across his back. She cried out as her own peak approached.
"Oh my God, Mickey! Oh my God!" she moaned. Mickey's prick was bathed in a sudden, delicious warmness. Her hips bounded hard. Mickey felt her pubic mound grinding hard against his.
Afterward they lay weak and drained, kissing in the warm afterglow of love. Neither spoke for several minutes as they basked in their new closeness.
It was only when Mickey finally rolled off of Gail that he noticed his bloody prick. His eyes went wide. Panic stabbed his heart. He had hurt Gail. His eyes flashed to the small pool of blood between her still open thighs.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Gail, I'm sorry. I'm sorry," his quivering voice betrayed the panic and deep concern he felt.
Gail looked up and smiled. "It's all right," she said, with a happy, contented look on her face. She stilled Mickey with a gentle kiss.
"But I hurt you. I didn't mean too, Gail. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't. It felt good. It felt so good, Mickey."
Mickey finally remembered something he had heard about virgin girls. There was something up inside of them that broke when they had sex. That was why Gail had cried out in pain when he first started making love to her. She had been a virgin. Of course he had really known that all along anyway.
Gail kissed Mickey again. She smiled, put her arms around him and drew him down to her. "Oh Mickey," she sighed. "I love you. I love you so much."
Mickey had never known a moment like this. He knew he loved Gail. He loved her deeply. He stroked her soft, nude body and held her tight in his arms. They lay side by side in the warm sunlight and gently caressed each others nude body. Mickey again touched Gail's breasts and felt their pure softness. He passed his hands along her bare flanks and over her creamy thighs. Later, as she lay on her side, his hand passed over her firm buttocks and bare back. She was beautiful, beautiful and naked.
Mickey realized there was something warm and special in their relationship now. He put his arms around her and crushed her soft breasts against his chest, drawing her whole body close to his. He could feel her nakedness from her head to her toes. It gave him a warm, delicious feeling.
Later, they reluctantly dressed and started for home. Gail sat close to Mickey in the car. She lay her head on his shoulder. Mickey glanced down at her and smiled. She was his now, fully and completely his.
CHAPTER TEN
A deep, burning resentment filled Mary Ann every time she saw Mickey and Gail together. She had not liked Gail from the first time she had met her. Gail was too innocent, too pure and overly sweet. Mary Ann did not trust any girl who was like that. Mickey looked so happy with Gail, too damned happy. He did not deserve to be like that, not after the way he had treated her. A cynical smile crossed Mary Ann's face. She was still determined to get even with him for the way he had treated her and Susan. Damn him anyway.
The fun of teasing Mickey was gone. Mickey had changed so much that Mary Ann hardly recognized him as her little brother. He was more of a man. His love affair with Gail had matured him. Occasionally Mary Ann would still walk around in front of him clad only in a brief, sheer nightgown or in a short dress and let him see her pants, but the old thrill she had gotten from doing it was no longer there. Mickey would ignore her. He did not even bother to look at her any more.
Mary Ann thought a lot about Mickey and Gail. She plotted constantly in her mind to break them up. She wanted to cause Mickey as much pain and embarrassment as she could. But try as she could, Mary Ann could think of no way to bring her plans off. Nothing she could say or do seemed to have any affect on Mickey and Gail. Mary Ann had even heard Mickey talk about some day marrying Gail. She laughed. She could not picture Mickey married, especially not to Gail. It was ridiculous to think about, but still it was a possibility, even a strong probability. They would never get married, she decided, not if she had anything to do with it.
Mary Ann was home alone. The still, deserted house, the quietness was about to drive her crazy. She should get out, but she really had no place to go. Susan and Bill were away on vacation. All of her friends had gone somewhere. She had been deserted, left alone. Even Mickey was out somewhere with his precious Gail. She wondered if Mickey had fucked Gail yet. A smirk crossed her face as she thought of Gail getting pregnant. That would fix them. That would really fix them. She could just picture Gail walking around with a bulging belly and pointing an accusing finger at Mickey. Gail's parents would kill Mickey. They would kill him. Mary Ann laughed at the prospect. It would be funny, terribly funny, if Mickey and Gail had to get married.
Mary Ann stretched out on her bed. She was naked. There were times when she wished she could go naked all the time. Warm summer sunlight flooded her room, bathing her nude body with its gentle heat. A warm glow passed over Mary Ann. She loved to feel like this. Her hands wandered briefly over her bare body, caressing her thighs, her stomach, rising to cup and squeeze each of her firm breasts. Mary Ann sighed. Then on an impulse she got up from the bed. No, she told herself. She was not going to arouse herself like this, not just to have to satisfy her own physical needs. She was tired of having to masturbate. Damn it, she needed a guy. She would even settle for another girl right now, anything.
Still naked, Mary Ann wandered downstairs through the empty house. Her body tingled as she walked around the house naked. She went to the kitchen, made herself a sandwich and sat down at the table. She glanced down at her body. It did feel a little odd to sit in the kitchen like this. What would happen if Mickey walked in right now and saw her sitting here like this? Probably nothing, she realized. The way he was now, he would probably just turn around and leave without giving her a second look. Mary Ann sighed, lay her sandwich down and walked to the window. She looked out at the swimming pool. Maybe she should go for a swim. She pushed the idea from her mind. She did not feel like swimming today.
She sat back down at the table and tried to think of something to do, anything to break the terrible boredom which gripped her. An idea passed through her mind, a bold new idea. She finished her sandwich and ran upstairs. Instead of going to her own room, Mary Ann went to her parents' room. She went to the closet and rummaged through her father's clothes until she found what she had been looking for. This ought to be just right, she thought, as she took one of her father's white dress shirts and held it up to her body. The shirt was large enough and long enough to be a dress on her. Mary Ann took the shirt back to her room. A teasing grin flashed across her face. This would do just fine, she decided. She slipped the shirt on, then turned slowly in front of the mirror. She was pleased with the boldness of her idea. The shirt covered her as well as most of her dresses, but somehow it made her feel more sexy. She stepped closer to the mirror and studied her image carefully. She smiled as she noticed the way her erect nipples stood boldly outlined through the thin material of the white shirt. Anyone would be able. to tell she at least was not wearing a bra. Mary Ann turned her back to the mirror and leaned forward slightly. The back of the shirt rose and she saw the twin cheeks of her buttocks come into view. Yes, she realized, this shirt was just perfect for her plans.
A giddy excitement filled Mary Ann as she left the house and walked down the street. The shirt frit so loosely that the warm, summer air swirled up under the shirt to caress her nude body. Her heart pounded. Her stomach tightened. Her unrestrained breasts bounced with each step she took.
Mary Ann walked slowly along the quiet neighborhood street. Her bare feet moved noiselessly along the sidewalk. About halfway down the street she saw Mr. Klein, an old neighbor she had never been able to stand. He was watering his front lawn. Mary Ann deliberately slowed her walk. She kept her eyes on Mr. Klein as she approached him. He did not notice her until she was almost directly in front of him. When he finally did see her, Mary Ann could feel his eyes burning into her, trying to penetrate the thin material which covered her body.
"Good morning, Mr. Klein," Mary Ann said in a soft, thick voice. She swished her hips.
Mr. Klein nodded. He stared intently at her. Mary Ann could feel his eyes on her breasts. She knew he could see the faint outline of her nipples. She thought of bending over to let him see her bare bottom, but then changed her mind. What she was doing to him now was enough. His face was a deep scarlet. He was so engrossed in her that he paid no attention to the hose in his hand. She had to ask him to lower the hose so she could walk past without getting soaked. After she had passed, Mary Ann turned once, briefly. She almost broke into wild laughter as she caught him still staring at her, and unconsciously spraying water all over his new car parked at the curb.
Mary Ann felt so free. The gnawing in her stomach grew stronger, her body tingled. She could even feel her nest aching, growing moist and damp as her juices of desire flowed freely.
Mary Ann continued her walk until she came to a small park. She stopped for a minute to watch some kids playing baseball. She scanned the people in the park, but could see no guys her own age. There was just a bunch of little kids romping through the cool shade and rolling on the green grass. There was nothing interesting here. On the far side of the park she noticed a young, teen-aged girl sunning herself. The girl lay on her stomach, the top of her bikini unfastened. Mary Ann arched her eyebrows. Well, there was at least one other girl here who liked to show off what she had. On a sudden impulse Mary Ann crossed the park. The cool grass felt good on her bare feet. She found a quiet spot away from the crowd and sat down under a big tree. The grass tickled her bare bottom. She sat for several minutes, just watching the kids at play. A warm, erotic glow came over her suddenly, sending a little shiver up her spine. Mary Ann closed her eyes and let her breath out slowly. Her body trembled. An uncontrollable desire suddenly filled her. She opened her eyes and looked about. There was no one near her, no one looking in her direction. A trembling hand went to the top button of her shirt. She undid the button and her hand moved to the next button. She hardly dared to breathe. Her entire body quivered nervously. Her heart seemed to pound so loud she was sure everyone could hear it. A long, deep sigh came from her as she undid the last button. Her throat was dry. She was shaking. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as a fiery flash shot through her body. In a moment of daring she pulled the shirt open to reveal her lush nakedness. The hot sun hit her nude body and set it aflame with burning desire. Her pussy was on fire.
For several minutes Mary Ann sat with her shirt open, reveling in the wild, overpowering sensations burning in her body. Exposing herself like this left her breathless. In a way it was too bad, she thought, that her bold moment of exhibitionism was going to waste because no one had noticed her. Here she was, in a public park, practically naked and no one had seen her yet. She was a little disappointed. She lay back on the cool grass. Her shirt fell completely open. Her full, rich, nude body lay bare to the open sun and warm breeze. Her hands wandered briefly over her body, cupping, squeezing, caressing, arousing. Her breath came in short, quick gasps. She was burning with desire. Her right hand slipped for a moment to the furry mound of her crotch. Her thighs instinctively opened. Her hand slid between her open thighs to touch the warm, wetness of her aching snatch. She parted her nether lips and massaged her stiff clitoris. She groaned in ecstasy.
The sound of approaching voices snapped Mary Ann from her erotic reverie. She sat up quickly and closed her shirt. She had no sooner covered herself than two middle-aged women, tugging two small children passed in front of her. The women glanced down at Mary Ann and she could see the look of disapproval in their eyes. She almost felt like pulling her shirt open again to really shock them.
After the two women were out of sight, Mary Ann rebuttoned her shirt. The fire in her body slowly subsided. She stood up and looked around. There was nothing else to do here. She left the park and began to look for something else exciting to do.
She wandered into a nearby shopping center. Again the wild feelings surged through her as she walked so nearly nude through the crowded stores. In a dress shop she paused to look at some really nice dresses. She spent a long time looking at the mod, sexy dresses on the racks. Damn, she muttered, why hadn't she remembered to bring her purse and money. She really liked some of these dresses. One dress in particular held a fascination for her. She took it from the rack and held it up in front of her as she looked into a mirror.
The dress had a very short skirt and was made of a material which she knew would cling perfectly to her body. The neckline plunged daringly. It was blue, her favorite color. She turned in front of the mirror, trying to imagine what she would look like with the dress on. It would certainly leave a large portion of her breasts exposed. Mary Ann could not resist the temptation. She had to try it on, even if she did not have the money to buy it.
She went to a dressing room. A faint flush of excitement passed through her again as she slipped her shirt off and stood for a minute completely naked in the tiny dressing room. She slipped the dress on and zipped it up. There was no mirror in the dressing room so she stepped outside to see what she looked like. The sight of her reflected image took her breath away. The dress fit her perfectly. She took a deep breath, thrusting her breasts out. The deep valley between her lush mounds was fully revealed by the deep V neck of the dress. She turned slowly in front of the mirror.
The tiny, short skirt barely covered her bottom. The dress was made just for her. She had to have it. Then she remembered sadly that she had not brought any money with her. She could not even put the dress on lay-away. She silently cursed herself. She was sure that by the time she went home and got the money and returned the dress would be gone. She turned sideways and noticed the way the dress made her breasts look larger, even though she was not wearing a bra. She just had to have this dress, but how? An idea suddenly struck her. Why should she let her lack of money stop her from having something she really wanted? She had never really ripped anything off before, but she was sure it could not be all that hard to do.
Mary Ann's heart pounded as she returned to the dressing room to figure out how she was going to get the dress out of the store without paying for it. Still wearing the dress she sat down in the dressing room and tried to think of a way to pull off her plan. There had to be an easy way to do it.
An idea finally came to her. Most shoplifters were caught, she felt, because they made it obvious they were stealing something. If she played it cool she might get away by pretending she had been wearing the dress when she came in. Probably no one had noticed what she had been wearing anyway. If they stopped her she would just claim she had bought the dress here last week.
Mary Ann was pleased with her idea. In case anyone had noticed the shirt she had been wearing when she came in, she slipped it on over the dress but left it open. They would never think she would try to walk out with something without concealing it.
She trembled and her stomach fluttered as she carefully removed all the price tags from the dress and slipped her shirt on over it. She scarcely dared to breathe as she opened the dressing room door. Her heart raced wildly as she walked slowly through the store toward the front door. She even paused to look at other dresses just to make her act more convincing. She kept glancing around, half-expecting at any moment to be seized by a sales clerk. Her nerves were drawn tight as she neared the front door. Her stomach churned as she made the final step and walked out of the store.
She breathed a great sigh of relief. It had been easy, so easy. She had pulled it off. They had never suspected a thing.
"Just a minute, miss."
Mary Ann froze. Her heart skipped a beat. A lump formed in her throat. She tried to swallow the sudden fear which came over her but could not.
"Where do you think you're going?" A heavyset woman blocked Mary Ann's escape.
"What do you mean?" Mary Ann asked. She tried to sound calm, even indignant, but the nervousness in her voice betrayed her.
"I think we'd better go back inside," the woman said, seizing Mary Ann's arm roughly.
Mary Ann suddenly felt weak. Her knees trembled. Her head spun. They were going to put her in jail. Why had she done this stupid thing? What had made her think she could get away with it?
The woman almost dragged Mary Ann back inside the store. Mary Ann could feel the eyes of other shoppers following her as the woman led her through the store. A deep feeling of shame and embarrassment came over her. All these people knew what she had done. They all knew she was a thief. She wished she could run away, could hide, could crawl under the ground.
The woman led Mary Ann up a narrow flight of stairs to an office.
"I got her for you, Miss Andrews," the woman said as she pushed Mary Ann into a small, but plush office.
Mary Ann looked up. A young woman, very attractive, sat behind a large cluttered desk. She eyed Mary Ann closely, letting her eyes travel from her face down over her body and back up to her face.
"All right, Phyllis, I'll take care of it from here. Thank you."
"Dirty little thief," the older woman said as she brushed past Mary Ann.
Mary Ann stared at Miss Andrews. There was something about her which made Mary Ann feel a little more at ease, less afraid. Mary Ann shifted her feet uncomfortably and stared down at the floor. What had possessed her to steal this dress? How would she explain that she had never done anything like this before? Now she was in deep trouble. She wondered if this woman was going to call the police. How would she explain this to her parents? Worst of all, Mickey would have something to hold over her, to mock her with. She could stand almost anything except that.
"What's your name?" the woman behind the desk asked in a soft voice.
Mary Ann stared at the floor without answering. A long, deep silence filled the room. Mary Ann even heard the faint whirl of the air-conditioner.
"Your refusing to answer my questions isn't going to get us anywhere," the woman said. Mary Ann was surprised at the trace of softness she detected in the woman's voice. It was almost like she was trying to say, "I understand and I'll try to help."
Mary Ann looked up slowly. The woman was younger than she had thought at first. She did look soft and gentle. Mary Ann had expected her to yell and call her a thief and tell her what a bad thing she had done. When the woman did none of these things, Mary Ann began to hold a faint hope that maybe everything would turn out all right.
"Mary Ann," Mary Ann finally broke down and told the woman her name, but she did not want to give her last name and the woman did not press her for it.
"That's better. Well, Mary Ann, tell me why aren't you wearing anything under that dress?"
Mary Ann looked up in startled surprise. How did this woman know she was nude under her dress?
The woman grinned. Her eyes traveled briefly over Mary Ann's body. Mary Ann thought she could detect a faint look of desire in the woman's eyes. She blushed as the other woman mentally undressed her.
"I see you're wondering how come I know you're naked under that dress." The woman stood up and walked across the office to a row of small televisions built into the wall. "This is how I know, Mary Ann."
A look of shocked surprise flashed across Mary Ann's face. Television cameras. She should have guessed. Each of the small televisions showed a dressing room. Mary Ann could see the women in the dressing rooms trying on dresses. She watched as one young girl came in, slipped out of her own dress and stood for an instant facing the camera. She was not wearing a bra and Mary Ann had a clear picture of her full, naked breasts. Mary Ann glanced at the woman beside her. The woman was staring intently at the young girl on the screen. Her eyes were flashing. Mary Ann suspected these televisions represented something more than just a security measure.
"Well, what do you think of our security system, Mary Ann? Do you see now how you got caught? I was watching every move you made in that room. When I saw you slip your shirt on over that dress all I had to do was to call Phyllis and tell her to pick you up as you walked out of the store. Here, come over here and sit down. I want to talk to you for a while."
Mary Ann began to relax. She realized now that nothing was going to happen to her. She had an advantage she had not been aware of at first. She sat down in a large chair facing the desk. When the woman sat down Mary Ann deliberately crossed her legs and let her skirt slide up a little. She smiled inwardly as he noticed the woman's eyes dart to her thighs and the hem of her skirt. She was right. Mary Ann began to feel at ease.
"Tell me, Mary Ann, how old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"Nineteen. That's pretty young to be starting out in life as a shoplifter. Don't you know you could get into serious trouble doing that?" The woman eyed Mary Ann, letting her eyes drop several times to the wide expanse of golden thigh which Mary Ann revealed to her.
Mary Ann decided to play along with the game the woman was playing.
"Yes, ma'am. I know." Mary Ann tried to appear frightened and nervous.
"I really didn't mean to do it. Honestly. I just had to have this dress. I don't know what came over me. I've never done anything like this before."
"It is a pretty dress, isn't it? I can certainly see why you wanted it so badly. But still, that was no reason to steal it and get yourself in trouble like this."
The woman was deliberately trying to scare her, Mary Ann realized.
"Slip off your shirt and stand up. Let me see how the dress looks on you."
Mary Ann smiled to herself. It was working out just fine. She slipped off the shirt and stood up slowly. The plunging neckline of the dress left a large portion of her breasts exposed. Mary Ann could feel the woman's eyes burning into her.
"Very lovely," the woman whispered. "Very lovely. You're a beautiful girl, Mary Ann. That dress fits you like it was made for you."
A warm glow came over Mary Ann. A tingle started in her toes and worked slowly up through her body. She took a deep breath and forced her breasts out. A faint sigh came from the woman.
"Turn around," the woman said.
Mary Ann turned around slowly. She could feel the woman's eyes traveling over her body. Mary Ann was tempted to raise her skirt. She wondered what the woman would do if she saw a portion of her bare ass, or even her furry triangle. The nervousness Mary Ann had felt earlier vanished. She had the initiative now and she knew it.
The woman got up from behind her desk and came over to Mary Ann. There was a strange, distant look in her eyes as she placed her hands on Mary Ann's shoulders.
A shudder passed through Mary Ann as the woman touched her. A tightness grew in her stomach. Almost instinctively she knew what was coming next.
"You're too pretty of a girl to be stealing things," the woman said in a quiet, soft tone as she moved her hands over Mary Ann's shoulders, caressing her gently. "Relax, Mary Ann. You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. In fact I might even help you if you'll be a nice girl."
Mary Ann looked up at the woman. "What do you mean?" She understood fully what the woman's implication was, but she wanted to continue her game of innocence for a while. She glanced down at the hands on her shoulders.
"I think you know what I mean," the woman said, letting her hands trail lightly down Mary Ann's arms.
Mary Ann stood still. She closed her eyes as a burning desire inside of her grew stronger. The woman's hands inflamed her. A low, barely audible gasp escaped from her as the woman's hands slid from her shoulders and moved toward her breasts.
"You know, Mary Ann, this dress really accents your figure. You have such pretty breasts. You're right to want to show them off to full advantage." The woman's finger tips trailed down into the valley between Mary Ann's heaving breasts.
Mary Ann could not help herself now. The woman had aroused a deep desire in her. She wanted to be touched, to be caressed all over. Her body cried out in need.
The woman sensed Mary Ann's feelings. "Do you like this?" she asked, letting her hands trail gently over Mary Ann's partially exposed breasts. "Does it make you feel good?"
Mary Ann nodded. With her eyes closed she gave herself fully to the feelings which engulfed her. Not even Susan had been able to arouse her like this. She felt warm and groovy all over. Mary Ann knew she had lost control of the situation. She was at the mercy of this woman now. Mary Ann moaned softly as the woman's magic hands slipped inside her dress to cup her bare breasts. It felt so good. Even her pussy was burning. Her whole body seemed to come alive under the heated caresses of this strange woman.
"Oh, Mary Ann," the woman sighed. "These are so nice." She cupped each full breast and caressed the stiffening nipples with her palms.
Mary Ann trembled.
The woman slipped the dress from Mary Ann's shoulders. It fell to Mary Ann's waist, leaving her breasts naked. A groan of desire came from the woman. She leaned forward and kissed each stiff, pink nipple and fondled each firm, heavy mound. Her tongue danced lightly over each erect nipple.
Mary Ann thrust her breasts out, filling the woman's mouth with her softness. Her own hands reached out to hold the woman's head and pass lightly through her long, dark hair. Mary Ann smelled the faint odor of perfume. It added to the wild, erotic sensations which she felt.
The woman's hands slipped down Mary Ann's sides, over her hips and down to her bare thighs. Mary Ann could feel the woman tremble as her hands slid up the back of her thighs to the soft, firm mounds of her buttocks. Mary Ann could not help the long sigh and moan of pleasure which escaped from her as the woman kneaded the cheeks of her bare buttocks. Her own hands clutched at the woman's head, drawing her closer. Then they were face to face. Mary Ann could feel the woman's hot breath on her cheeks. She opened her eyes for a moment. Their lips touched in a wild, wet kiss. Their tongues met and caressed each other.
Mary Ann's hands sought the other woman's breasts. She could not help herself. A long deep sigh came from the woman as Mary Ann's hand closed on the heaving mound of her left breast. Through the woman's clothes Mary Ann could feel her feminine softness. She was not wearing a bra either. They kissed again with hot, thrusting tongues as their hands wandered over each other's body. They were both caught up in a wild burst of lust. It had been so long since Mary Ann had touched another woman. It felt good to have a soft, feminine body in her arms again.
The woman pushed the dress down over Mary Ann's hips. It fell to the floor, leaving Mary Ann completely nude.
"You're beautiful. So young and beautiful," the woman whispered. Her head dropped once more to Mary Ann's full breasts. She tongued the stiff nipples and cupped each firm mound. Mary Ann moaned. The woman's right hand slid down Mary Ann's body until her fingers trailed through the coarse triangle of hair on Mary Ann's pubis. Then the inflaming hand slipped between quivering thighs to touch the hot moistness of Mary Ann's dripping cunt. Mary Ann threw her head back and moaned as the woman massaged her burning snatch.
The woman suddenly pulled her hands and lips away from Mary Ann. Mary Ann stood in disappointment. Was this all she was going to do? She could not stop now.
"Take off my clothes," the woman whispered, looking into Mary Ann's eyes with a deep, pleading look.
Mary Ann said nothing. She looked into the woman's eyes and felt a nearness, a warmth, she had never felt before. What was happening to her? She had had sex with other women, but she had never felt quite like this about it. She wanted to please this woman, to make her happy, to satisfy her needs. Mary Ann forgot all about the reason for her being here in the first place as her trembling hands slipped the suit jacket from the woman's shoulders.
"What's your name?" Mary Ann asked. She glanced down at the woman's breasts. Her nipples were faintly outlined through the thin, white blouse she wore.
"Cynthia."
"That's a pretty name." Mary Ann unbuttoned the blouse. Her stomach was tied in knots as she undid the first button and then the second button. Cynthia closed her eyes and sighed as Mary Ann slowly undid her blouse then pulled it open to lay bare her breasts. Mary Ann's eyes were fixed on the white, heaving mounds in front of her. With a hesitant hand she touched each breast, feeling the warm, smooth softness, caressing each nipple until it stood erect. She slipped the blouse from Cynthia's shoulders. Naked to her waist Cynthia stood before Mary Ann. They kissed again, naked breasts to naked breasts. Wild, hot rushes came over Mary Ann. Her tongue thrust deep into Cynthia's open mouth. Mary Ann's heart raced wildly in her heaving breast. She was gasping for breath as their lips parted.
"Oh wow! Mary Ann!" Cynthia sighed. "You really know how to make me feel good. It's been so long, so very long."
Mary Ann smiled. She had the upper hand again. Cynthia was at her mercy. But Mary Ann did not feel a sense of relief or power, only a deep feeling of desire, of wanting to please this provocative woman. She removed Cynthia's skirt. Then went to her knees to pull Cynthia's panties down. As Cynthia stepped out of the tiny bit of lace, Mary Ann found herself staring straight at the dark, brown curls of her-pubic hair. Mary Ann leaned forward and planted a tender kiss on the hairy mound. Cynthia groaned. Mary Ann let her hand slip between Cynthia's quivering thighs to touch the wet lips of her cunt. Cynthia clutched Mary Ann's head. Mary Ann needed no urging. Her flashing tongue darted out to lick eagerly at Cynthia's burning love nest. She tasted the warm sweetness of Cynthia's flowing juices. Her tongue trailed up and down the furry cleft, as her hands cupped Cynthia's quivering, fleshy buttocks.
Mary Ann's whole body seemed to be on fire with burning desire. Cynthia sank to her knees. They both fell back onto the thick carpet, arms and lips locked together. Their naked bodies were pressed together. In a wild rush of heated passion Cynthia's lips left a wet trail over Mary Ann's breasts, down over her trembling stomach to the center of her need. Cynthia pulled Mary Ann's thighs wide apart. Her head dipped between the open thighs and her fiery tongue touched the stiffness of Mary Ann's clitoris.
Mary Ann's body jerked. She cried out in sheer ecstasy. Cynthia was driving her wild. The hot tongue buried in her pussy was sucking the life from her body. In blind passion Mary Ann pulled Cynthia's body over hers. She wanted to return the pleasure she was receiving. In the classic Lesbian position Mary Ann found herself staring directly into the pulsating abyss of Cynthia's open cunt. Mary Ann put her hands on Cynthia's hips and drew her body down. A faint, sweet odor filled her nostrils. She buried her face in the open cleft and thrust her tongue deep into Cynthia's heated body.
A sudden shock came over Mary Ann as she felt Cynthia's flashing tongue licking at her anus. The hot, burning flashes in her body grew stronger as the tip of Cynthia's tongue probed into the tiny, wrinkled opening of her ass. Mary Ann arched her body and opened her thighs even wider. A finger was thrust into her pussy. She cried out. With her own tongue buried in Cynthia's cunt Mary Ann approached her peak. At just the right moment Cynthia thrust another finger deep into Mary Ann's ass. Mary Ann had to bite her lips to keep from screaming as her body erupted, her juices flowing like molten lava.
Mary Ann felt Cynthia's body suddenly stiffen. Realizing Cynthia's need, Mary Ann let her own tongue probe at the tiny, pink, wrinkled hole of Cynthia's anus. Cynthia's body gave a giant heave. She moaned as Mary Ann licked at her ass-hole. Mary Ann's hot tongue probed deep into Cynthia's ass. Cynthia groaned and twisted her hips. Her body heaved. Mary Ann, sensing the time had come, jerked her tongue from Cynthia's ass and buried it full length in her hot, wet pussy. Cynthia came in a wild flood of sweet juices. Mary Ann drank the sweetness greedily.
When at last it was all over, Cynthia and Mary Ann lay side by side on the carpet. They softly caressed each other.
"That was beautiful, Mary Ann. Just beautiful. I feel so completely drained."
"Me too."
"I hope I pleased you."
Mary Ann smiled. "You did." She looked into Cynthia's floating eyes. A strange feeling she could not quite understand came over Mary Ann. She kissed Cynthia. Cynthia wrapped her arms around Mary Ann. Their naked bodies touched. A warm, delicious glow came over Mary Ann. Maybe what she was feeling was wrong, but she could not help herself. She realized she and Cynthia were lovers now.
With their hands gently fondling each other's wet cunts, Cynthia and Mary Ann kissed softly, tenderly. It was a gentle kiss of love. Mary Ann's head spun. What was happening to her? In a brief flash Mary Ann suddenly realized she was falling in love with Cynthia. The realization left her stunned, breathless. It should have seemed wrong to her ' but it didn't. It was a warm and beautiful thing. Why shouldn't she love another woman? What was wrong with two people, regardless of their sex, feeling such strong bonds of attachment?
Cynthia slowly stood up. She held out her hands to help Mary Ann up.
"Mary Ann, I don't know how you feel about what just happened, but it has really done something to me." Cynthia's voice was very soft and gentle. "I've made love with other girls before, but it has never affected me the way this did. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
Mary Ann nodded. She leaned forward and kissed Cynthia. "I know," she whispered. "It's the same for me. I feel like we have found something together, something warm and beautiful."
Cynthia smiled. "Maybe I shouldn't say it, but I'm glad you got caught with that dress, otherwise we would never have met."
Mary Ann blushed at the sudden reminder of why she was in this office, with Cynthia. "Me too ... now," she whispered.
"You keep the dress," Cynthia said. Then was silent for a minute. She gazed intently into Mary Ann's eyes. A flood surged through Mary Ann. Without hearing it she almost knew what Cynthia was going to say and to her surprise she wanted to hear it.
"I love you, Mary Ann."
The words hit Mary Ann and a sudden joy filled her. She threw her arms around Cynthia's neck and kissed her. There were tears rolling down Cynthia's cheeks. Mary Ann kissed them away. "I love you too. Oh I really do, Cynthia," Mary Ann sobbed.
Naked and crying with happiness, the two women stood in the office. They embraced each other, neither saying a word for fear of breaking the magic spell which had come over them.
Finally Cynthia stepped back. "I think we'd better get dressed before someone comes in here." She grinned. "How would I explain why we were both naked?"
"Just tell them we just made love and don't care who knows it."
Cynthia arched her eyebrows. "Oh, my sweet little Mary Ann, do you really think they would understand that?"
"I don't care if they do or not. I love you, Cynthia. That's all I care about."
Cynthia nodded. "I love you too, honey, but we'd still better get some clothes on."
They dressed in silence. Mary Ann slipped back into the dress she had tried to steal. She glanced down at the dress, then at Cynthia. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for everything." Mary Ann kissed Cynthia once more then turned to leave. "I guess I'd better go now," she said.
"Mary Ann, will I see you again?"
"If you want to."
"You know I do. Here, let me give you my home address and phone number. Call me tonight." She handed Mary Ann a small slip of paper.
Mary Ann smiled. She rushed into Cynthia's arms for one last, farewell kiss then turned and rushed from the office.
As she walked home Mary Ann knew her life. had reached a turning point. Maybe she was turning the wrong way, but, she could not help herself. She felt so warm and good. It was as if she was a new person. Even the thrill of showing off her body was gone. Nothing mattered but the way she felt for Cynthia. She even ignored the stares of passing men. All she could think of was the deep love she felt for Cynthia.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mickey had made up his mind to take the big plunge. He was going to ask Gail to marry him. Of course they would hold off the wedding for a while, but he knew he had to have her for his wife. At night he would lay awake for hours dreaming of what it was going to be like to be married to Gail. He dreamed a lot of marriage, but hesitated to ask Gail. Perhaps they were too young. He had just graduated from high school and Gail had another year to go. Perhaps it was a subconscious fear she might say no, or maybe it was simply that he did not have the courage to ask her.
One day, when he and Gail were riding along in the car, the words slipped out. He had asked her to marry him before he even realized it. Gail looked up at him, her soft blue eyes were misty. For a minute he thought she was going to cry. Suddenly she threw her arms around him, almost causing him to lose control of the car.
"Oh, Mickey, I love you. I love you. You don't know how much I've wanted to hear those words from you. You know I'll marry you. I've dreamed of nothing else for a long time now." Tears rolled down her cheeks. She hugged Mickey and kissed his cheek.
Mickey's heart soared. "Hey, take it easy," he said with a wide grin of happiness. "Let's not get ourselves killed now."
"I'm sorry. It's just that I'm so happy."
"Me too. I've wanted to ask you to marry me for a long time, but I've been afraid to."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Maybe I was afraid you might say no, then I don't know what I would have done."
Gail smiled. "I could never say no to you, Mickey. You know that."
Mickey put his arm around her shoulder and drew her closer. They drove in silence for several minutes. Each sensed the other's deep feeling for this precious moment in their lives. Mickey's hand dropped from Gail's shoulder to cup and squeeze her soft breasts. She put her hand over his and clasped it tighter to her body. She lay her head on his shoulder. A warm feeling came over Mickey as he touched her breasts and felt the closeness of her body. He was happier than he had ever been. He wanted Gail, not just her body, but her spirit, her whole being. He wanted her for always.
"Mickey," Gail said softly. "Let's go back to my house. My parents won't be back until late tonight and I want to be alone with you. I don't want to share this wonderful day with anyone else."
Mickey squeezed her shoulders. Sometimes Gail surprised him. She would suggest things he would never think of. like now. He understood what she was proposing. He turned the car around.
As soon as they were inside her house, Gail threw herself in Mickey's arms. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. Mickey held her tight, feeling the fullness of her young body pressed against his.
"Let's go upstairs to my room," Gail whispered. There was a sparkle in her eyes. She kissed Mickey again and led him to her room.
Mickey's heart beat wildly. He clasped Gail's hand tight as he followed her up the stairs and down a hall to her bedroom. He could hardly get his breath. His groin ached. He trembled. He had been in her room once before, but only for a minute. It was going to be different this time. A slight shudder passed through Gail as they entered her room. Mickey stared at the wide bed covered with a pink, satin bedspread. He turned to Gail.
Gail melted into his arms. Their lips touched, lightly at first, then with more feeling. Mickey felt her tongue probing into his mouth. He had never seen Gail so passionate. She was giving herself fully to him. Was this her way of telling him beyond a doubt that she wanted to be his wife? Mickey moved her across the room. Together they fell across the bed, their bodies locked together.
"Gail, I love you. I love you so very much," Mickey whispered. "You don't know how happy you've made me today."
"I know, my darling. I feel the same. Oh Mickey, if you only knew how much I love you." Gail crushed her breasts against his chest.
There was a rush in Mickey's body. Even his toes tingled. He felt Gail's soft body against him, her lips searched hungrily for his, and his whole body was on fire.
The fire of passion burned strong in them both. Mickey's hands wandered over Gail's body, feeling, caressing, arousing. He touched her breasts again. His hands wandered along her sides, down over her hips to her soft thighs. Gail moaned softly and wrapped her arms behind his back, pulling him closer. Mickey let his right hand slip under her skirt. Gail's hips thrust forward sharply as his hand moved up her smooth thigh. Mickey closed his eyes. This was too much, too far out. His head spun. His heart raced. His stomach was tied in knots. His whole body trembled and ached for Gail. He had never felt so aroused. His penis was swollen hard. Gail rubbed her pelvis against his hard cock. Fiery darts shot through his body.
Mickey got up on one elbow and looked down into Gail's soft, misty eyes. He kissed her, then began to unbutton her blouse. She let him have his way with her. Words were unnecessary as he opened her blouse. When it was fully unbuttoned Gail rose up and he slipped the blouse from her shoulders. Then to his surprise she unfastened her bra and slipped it off. Naked to her waist Gail lay beside him. With a trembling hand Mickey caressed her bare breasts. Her nipples were already firm and erect. Mickey kissed each breast, letting his tongue trail lightly over her stiff nipples. Gail moaned and clutched at his hair. Her body stiffened. Her breasts filled his open mouth. Their burning need for each other had Mickey and Gail gasping for breath. Soon Gail was nude. Mickey slipped out of his clothes. Their naked bodies touched and Mickey felt Gail's full nude softness against him. His hard penis slipped between her open thighs. Gail gasped and moaned softly. She was his now, fully and completely his. Mickey held her tight, wanting to savor this moment for as long as possible.
"Gail, I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too, my darling," she replied. She kissed him and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. Gail rubbed her wet pussy over his hard prick. Tiny sounds of delight came from her as his tool caressed her clitoris.
"I need you Gail. I need you so much."
"I know. I know," she said. "I need you too."
Mickey let his right hand trail lightly down her smooth back and over her quivering buttocks. He squeezed each firm cheek and his fingers searched the deep cleft of her buttocks. Mickey rolled Gail onto her back and stared down at her delicious nakedness. He gently caressed her nude body and let his hand slip between her open thighs to the dampness of her waiting sex. Gail sucked in her breath. Her hips arched. Her thighs opened wider. She was ready for him. Ready and willing. He parted the lips of her pussy and let his middle finger probe into her tender cleft, searching for the hidden orifice of delight.
As he kissed Gail and thrust a finger deep into her hot cunt, an overpowering urge came over Mickey. His head dropped to her breasts. He kissed and tongued each nipple, then let his tongue trail down over her smooth flanks toward her furry nest. He wanted to give Gail the maximum pleasure, and this was part of it. Gail's body trembled. She groaned in sheer ecstasy as his lips touched her pubic mound. Her hair was stiff against his lips. A faint, sweet odor filled his nostrils. Desire burned wild in him. He was going to do it. He had to do it. Sensing his need as well as her own, Gail spread her thighs wide. Mickey hesitated for a moment. He stared at Gail's fully exposed pussy only inches from his face. He had never seen her so close before. Her sex seemed to be begging for his kisses. With his right hand he spread her nether lips apart and sucked in his breath sharply as he gazed in fascination at her bright, pink inner flesh. His tongue darted out. The tip of his tongue hesitantly explored her sex flesh. Gail heaved and clutched at his hair as his tongue danced in her cleft.
"Oh my God, Mickey! Oh Mickey! Mickey!" Gail cried out.
Mickey, for the first time, tasted her warm, sweet love juices. His tongue probed at her, seeking, exploring, savoring the taste of her sweetness. He tongued her tiny clitoris. Her hips rose sharply.
Mickey was on his hands and knees, facing Gail's feet. Her hands passed over his body. Then her small hand slipped down to his stiff cock. It was his turn to moan and groan as she caressed the full, erect length of his prick. She cupped his bulging balls. Mickey greedily sucked at her pussy. Then he felt her body shifting. She was pulling at his right leg. At first he could not figure out what she was trying to do. Then it suddenly dawned on him. She wanted him to straddle her body. She wanted to kiss his prick. His heart raced wildly. He could not believe this was really happening. He had never expected Gail to do anything like this.
Mickey was beyond caring about anything except the burning need in his body. He raised his right leg and shifted his body over Gail's. He could hardly concentrate on what he was doing to her as she guided his hard cock to her ruby lips. Mickey jerked his head up and groaned suddenly as her tongue flicked out to touch the ruby head of his cock. She was doing it. She was really kissing him down there. He moaned softly and dropped his head back down to her wide open snatch. He pulled her dripping nether lips apart and licked her violently. His hands were under her buttocks, squeezing and kneading each firm mound. He could hardly get his breath. This was wild. He stared at the tiny, wrinkled opening of Gail's anus. In a moment of sudden desire his tongue dropped to the tiny hole. He licked it and felt Gail's whole body shudder.
Violent spasms began to shoot through Mickey's body as Gail opened her mouth and sucked the head of his prick in. Mickey gasped and groaned. His body jerked as she sucked more and more of his prick into her mouth. All the time her tongue twirled over the head of his cock. Every nerve in his body seemed concentrated in his prick. His hips rose and fell, thrusting his cock in and out of Gail's eager mouth. She sucked harder, each time drawing more of him in. Her hand cupped and squeezed his balls. Mickey felt himself nearing a climax. His conscience told him to withdraw, not to do it in her mouth. Once he tried to pull his prick away from her, but Gail held onto it tightly, like a child to a piece of candy. She licked and sucked his cock harder as his peak approached. Mickey could not stand it. It had never felt so good. He buried his face in her feminine wetness, thrusting his tongue deep into her sex. His finger probed at her wet anal opening. As he felt his prick ready to explode, he thrust a finger deep into her ass. Gail cried out and almost choked on his cock. Her hips came up off of the bed. Mickey tasted the wild, sweet juices of her body as they flooded his face and filled his mouth. She was coming. He almost cried out as her teeth closed on his prick. Then in a mad rush his own need climaxed. His juices flowed like a raging river, filling Gail's mouth and rolling out of the corner of her lips. She swallowed his flowing juices as fast as she could.
They were both left weak and drained as the last sensations faded slowly from their bodies. Mickey lay beside Gail. She held his now limp prick in her small hand while his hand rested gently on her wet pussy. They looked into each others eyes and kissed gently.
"I love you," Mickey whispered.
"Me too," Gail replied with a gentle smile. Her eyes sparkled. Mickey could see the love written on her face. He knew now that she loved him very deeply, otherwise she would never have done what she just did to him.
Gail rolled onto her side, facing Mickey. He put his arms around her and held her naked body tight against his. It felt so good to hold her in his arms, to feel her nude body pressed against his. Mickey could not help thinking of how their love had matured. It was no longer the quiet, shy love of schoolmates or two teen-agers without any knowledge of life. It was a warm, pure and deep love of two people bound together by something beyond pure physical lust. Mickey let his hands wander lightly over Gail's body. He wanted to feel her all over, to feel the lushness of her body, the richness of her body, the gentleness of her love.
They kissed softly, then more passionately. Gail's arms went around him. Her hips ground against his. Mickey felt life returning to his prick. It swelled against her soft belly. Renewed desire filled them both. Mickey rolled over on top of Gail. She spread her thighs wide to accept the entry of his hard cock. Mickey thrust deep into her already wet pussy. He buried his full length in her hot box. Gail moaned and wrapped her arms and legs about him, holding him prisoner in her tight grasp. Their pubic mounds ground together. They kissed amid a rush of fiery tongues and darting flashes. The bed creaked and groaned under the unaccustomed weight of their heaving, thrusting bodies. Gail had to bite her lips to keep from screaming in ecstasy. Mickey's own body soared. His mind floated upward. Every ounce of life in his body seemed to be draining out as he reached another, more powerful climax. He thrust hard, moaned loudly as his prick erupted in Gail's love nest. He had almost finished when her peak came. Her hands raked across his back. She screamed and drove her pubic mound hard against his. A sudden wet warmth engulfed his prick. It was difficult for Mickey to keep his prick in as Gail heaved and jerked her body with the violence of her climax. At last she went limp beneath him.
Gail lay still, her eyes closed, for a long time Only the heavy heaving of her breasts and her gasping for breath showed she still possessed life.
Mickey kissed her cheek. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. Words were unnecessary. The magic spell of love had taken hold of them.
"That was beautiful," Gail whispered at last.
Mickey nodded.
Gail kissed him and held him tight. "Mickey, let's not wait. Let's get married right away."
Mickey grinned. She was feeling the same thing he was. "Are you sure?" he asked, brushing the hair out of her eyes."
"I've never been more sure of anything."
A warm glow of satisfaction filled Mickey. Gail loved him. She really loved him. He held her tight. He kissed her gently. He rolled off of her and stared down at the striking whiteness of her nude body. He wanted her even more now. He wondered what it was going to be like to wake up every morning and find her laying beside him like this. Would they still feel the same way after they were married?
"Okay," Mickey said. "I don't want to wait either. Gail you don't know how much I've wanted you, not just your body, but the real you. I think I've loved you right from that first day in the chemistry lab."
Gail smiled. "I know," she said softly. "It's the same with me, Mickey."
For a long time they lay on the bed, caressing each other and making plans for their future together. A strange peace and contentment came over Mickey. Love was a strange, wonderful and yet mystifying experience for him. He knew beyond all doubt that he loved Gail, yet something deep inside of him gnawed at him. Perhaps it was his own lack of self-confidence. Maybe it went deeper than that. He felt Gail's nude body pressed against him. He stroked her bare back. She snuggled closer and kissed his cheek. Marriage was a big step, and Mickey wondered if he were really prepared for it. Was he man enough to assume the responsibilities of a wife? He was not sure, but he knew he wanted Gail more than anything else.
Two days later Mickey and Gail announced their plans to get married. Mickey bought her a beautiful engagement ring which she proudly wore. At first both of their parents were stunned, but after some heated discussions they finally agreed to let the wedding proceed.
To Mickey this whole period seemed somehow unreal. He felt he was traveling through a void, completely detached from everything around him. He was happy, very happy, yet at the same time afraid. Things were happening so fast. He could hardly believe he had known Gail for over three years. Now here he was, nineteen, soon to be twenty and getting married. Already he felt like an old man. In six more weeks he and Gail would be married. Mickey wondered what it was going to be like. Would it be as wonderful as he imagined and hoped it would be?
Mary Ann did not seem overly enthusiastic about his coming marriage. Mickey had watched a progressive change come over his sister in the last few months. Ever since he had blown up at her for what she and Susan had done to him, she had been a different person. She no longer made any attempt to tease him. She always made sure she was properly dressed in his presence. But the strange thing was the way she walked around all the time with a strange, vacant look in her eyes. She was spaced out all the time. Mickey began to wonder if she was on something. Several times he was tempted to ask her, but always changed his mind at the last minute.
The answer came a few days before the wedding. There was a phone call in the middle of the night. Mickey awoke to hear his father and mother shouting at each other. Then he heard Mary Ann's name mentioned. There was something about the police and her being in jail. His groggy mind could not quite piece the story together. Later he found out what had happened.
Mary Ann had been picked up by the police. She had been walking along the street, naked and stoned out of her mind. A large quantity of reds and yellows plus almost half a lid of grass had been found in her purse.
Mary Ann's arrest put a damper on Mickey's wedding. Gail's parents were shocked. Mickey noticed the suspicious way they looked at him now. They were wondering if he was strung out on dope and maybe even giving it to Gail.
'Damn Mary Ann anyway. Why did she always have to ruin things?'
Gail's parents tried to get them to postpone the wedding for a while. Mickey was furious at their lack of trust in him. If it had not been for Gail he might have said things to them he would have regretted later.
Gail. calmed him down. "Look honey," she told him one evening. "I'm the one who's marrying you, not my folks. I don't care what they say or how they behave. I love you and I still want to marry you. I don't see how this thing about Mary Ann affects us, do you?"
"But it does. Don't you see, Gail? Everyone thinks because my sister was strung out that I must be a doper also. And because of that they probably have doubts about you too."
"No, I don't see, Mickey. I don't see that at all. Besides even if it is true I don't care. You and I know the truth, and that's all that matters." Tears welled in Gail's eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, baby," Mickey said softly. "I guess this whole deal has really got me on edge. Of course, you're right. Why should we let something like this upset our plans."
Gail smiled.
"The hell with Mary Ann. If she wants to get herself all screwed up that's her business, but I'm not going to let her mess our lives." He took Gail in his arms and kissed her.
Mary Ann was released on bail and placed under the care of a psychiatrist pending her trial for possession of illegal drugs.
The wedding plans for Mickey and Gail proceeded despite the feelings of Gail's parents. As the big day neared, Mickey became more nervous. He began to worry about being able to go through with it. He could just see himself standing up there beside Gail, in front of all those people and making a big fool of himself by saying the wrong thing or forgetting some important detail. Gail was excited. She had her wedding dress picked out and all the bridesmaids chosen. Mickey had to smile whenever he saw the happy expression on her face.
In spite of all his fears and nervousness the wedding came off smoothly. Mickey kissed Gail for the first time as his wife. The dark cloud of Mary Ann still hung over them as they left on their brief honeymoon, but Mickey and Gail knew that nothing could come between them now.
