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Subject: [MK Smith] NEW STORY: "The Big Time"
From: mksmith1@swbell.net (Michael K. Smith)
Date: Mon, 15 Sep 1997 14:06:59 GMT
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This is one I started several years ago and I've finally finished and
rewritten it. There are about a dozen more in the hopper...
THE BIG TIME
by Michael K. Smith
I was lying on a lounge chair out by the pool when my
kid sister's sort-of-boyfriend scared the crap out of me. I
mean, I was half asleep, just letting my mind drift and
feeling the warm July sun bouncing off my body, when this
piercing voice behind me suddenly said, "Hi, Angela -- do
you know where Janie is?" I nearly fell off the damn lounge,
actually.
My shades clattered on the patio and I found myself
twisted around with my left hand and my right foot on the
ground, trying to see who it was. My heart was pounding and
I knew I looked really ridiculous, which really embarrassed
me. I'm eighteen and I'm starting college in the fall, so
you can imagine what I felt like, letting some little 7th
Grader get the drop on me like that.
"God, Jason! What do you think you're doing?! Don't you
know better than to sneak up on a girl like that?!"
He was standing there in the partly-open gate of the
privacy fence and I must have sounded really mad because he
got this apprehensive look and started to back-pedal out the
gate.
"I'm sorry -- nobody answered the door and the gate was
unlatched, and I thought maybe Janie... Jeez, I'm sorry,
okay?"
And then I felt a little guilty because Jason's not a
bad kid and he and Janie are kind of cute together. Reminds
me of when I was in junior high and had *my* first real
boyfriend. I mooned around just like Janie's been doing the
past couple of months. I know it's kind of tough, being
thirteen and trying to figure out how to behave with the
opposite sex.
So I retrieved my sunglasses, got myself settled back
on the lounge chair, and said, "No, c'mon in. I'm sorry I
snapped at you, Jason. You just
startled me, okay? Oh, really -- *come in*, will you?" I
added when I didn't hear his footsteps. Then his trainers
squeaked on the patio and the gate clicked shut behind him.
"Oh, sit down," I said and waved an arm at the other lounge.
He sat and there was a long pause before he asked
again, "Um, is Janie around?" He sounded different and I
turned my head and caught him staring at my legs. His gaze
jerked back to my face and he got all flustered. Adolescent
boys! I was careful not to laugh.
"Janie went shopping with Mom. There're some summer
sales on and they probably won't be back till dinner time."
Then I'm afraid my devilish side got the better of me. "She
really liked my new bikini; I think she was going to look
for something similar in her size." Well, *that* was a
barefaced lie, but I liked the way poor little Jason gulped
as he tried so hard not to be obvious. "Do you like it?" I
asked, putting a sort slutty purr in my voice and running a
fingertip along the edge of the suit, about six inches south
of my belly button.
I knew just what he was seeing, too: A girl of average
height with nice legs and a small waist, and larger-than-
average boobs. I like to wear my hair short in the summer
for swimming and it bleaches out to a very pale blonde,
which looks good against the caramel tan I work so hard to
get. That's also why I bought this plain white bikini with
the halter top and the *extremely* brief bottoms. Actually,
I knew what Jason was seeing because I'd spent some time
practicing sexy poses in front of the full-length dressing
mirror in my room.
Okay, so I have a good figure, and I'm prettier than
most, and I'm vain about it. Use what you got, I say. I
probably wouldn't have passed Chemistry last year if I
hadn't worn short skirts and kept crossing my legs in Mr.
Aronson's lab all year.
"Yeah, it's a very nice suit," he replied huskily and
swallowed again.
I studied him more closely for a moment. Jason was
actually kind of cute -- tall for his age with an unruly mop
of light brown hair and big blue eyes. I think Janie's
description was "gorgeous."
"Jason, you can look at me if you want to, you know.
This suit was *meant* to be looked at." Actually, it was
meant to be stared at. I sighed loudly. "I'd rather sunbathe
nude, but Daddy doesn't like it." Also not true: I avoided
major tan lines by going to a tanning salon, just like all
my friends. Daddy would have a red-faced fit if he ever
caught me out on the patio naked. But Jason looked like he
definitely wanted to believe me.
I know, I know -- I should have stopped right there.
Teasing was one thing, but I
should have told the kid to go home and I would let Janie
know he had come by. The problem was, Bryan, my boy friend
for the past year and a half, had kind of broken up with me
a few days after graduation. Well -- dropped me like a hot
brick, actually, the bastard. He was going to a different
college than me and "it wouldn't be fair to tie *you* down,"
he said -- meaning he wanted to leave himself unencumbered.
Being dumped because I was inconvenient was, like, traumatic
and I guess I wanted to make sure I still had power over men
-- even ridiculously young ones.
"Jason," I said, "I need to rub some more lotion on my
legs so they don't burn. But I'm just feeling too drowsy and
relaxed to do it. Would you be a dear and rub it on for me?"
He kind of goggled at me and swallowed again -- hard.
"The lotion's under my chair somewhere, I think." Then
I sighed quietly and let my eyelids droop. I made myself
relax but I kept my ears open. After about twenty seconds of
silence (during which I began to wonder if this boy was old
enough to have a heart attack), I heard the other lounge
squeak and Jason's soft footsteps. I knew he probably
couldn't see my eyes behind the shades -- not that he was
going to be looking at my face -- so I peeked at him from
under my lashes.
The kid stood six inches from my knees, rubbing his
hands together nervously. But what really got my attention
was the way his khaki hiking shorts were beginning to tent
out in front. My imagination started to warm up; this could
definitely get interesting.
After another half a minute, Jason carefully knelt and
fished the bottle of lotion out from under my chair, which
brought his face much closer to my leg. I could actually
feel his warm breath moving the little hairs on my thigh.
Jeezus....
He took a deep breath as he squeezed out a handful of
lotion and then paused. "Um, how do you want me to do this,
Angela...?"
"Oh, just start at the ankles and work your way up.
I'll tell you when to stop." Or maybe I wouldn't.
He began very hesitantly and very gently, smoothing the
warm cream up my shins and spreading it around my ankles. It
felt very nice, actually. I used to let Bryan do this kind
of stuff, but he always just splashed the lotion on like
barbecue sauce and immediately stuck his hand in my crotch.
I bent one knee and said, "Don't forget the backs of my
legs." As Jason's hand curled slowly around my calf, I
raised my leg straight up in the air like a dancer. His
gentle touch behind my knees made my stomach muscles flutter
but I managed to keep my breathing steady. It was becoming
difficult to appear nonchalant, though.
When he got to the lower part of my thighs, he slowed
down. I took off the shades so he could see that I was
watching and said, "Go ahead, Jason. I won't bite." And I
gave him my best smoky smile. By the time he was halfway up
my thighs, I felt his hands trembling. Knowing I had that
kind of effect on a boy, knowing he'd probably never touched
a girl this way before,... well, it was making me kind of
hot. I never felt I had that kind of control with Bryan or
even with the other boys I'd messed around with when I was
younger.
I was wondering how far Jason would go but he
disappointed me by chickening out a whole inch below the
elastic on the inside of my thighs. I guess if he'd been a
couple of years older, he would have stuck his fingers right
up in there, but he was just too nervous.
"That felt really nice, Jason," I purred. "You must
have done this before."
"No -- no, I haven't," he mumbled and then blushed. I'm
sure he wanted me to think he was more experienced than he
was.
"Not even with my sister?" I asked, faking surprise.
"No! Of course not!" He was turning bright red now.
Boy, what a target.
"You mean you and Janie have never even made out?" He
wouldn't look at me as he shook his head. "Well, you've
*kissed* her, haven't you, Jason? You can't be *that*
innocent!"
He looked up and risked a grin at my tone. "Sure, we've
kissed a bunch of times."
"French?"
"Well, uh, I tried it once but I must not have done it
right. I don't think she liked it." Oh, really? I could fix
that. It had been more than a month since I'd kissed *any*
boy and I was beginning to have withdrawal symptoms. And
maybe I could do Jason *and* Janie a favor. I took his hand
and tugged him closer to the upper end of the lounge chair;
he almost fell over, trying to walk on his knees.
"Jason, *all* girls like to French-kiss, so I think I'd
better give you a lesson." I smiled as seductively as I knew
how. "Kiss me, Jason. Do it slowly and gently. Don't try to
hurry or do anything fancy. Just brush your lips across mine
at first, and then apply a little pressure."
He licked his lips and leaned over. "Jason? Open your
eyes, sweetie. What are you hiding from? You should look the
girl in the eye as you move in. Like a hawk, you know? It
also keeps you from bumping noses." Yes, I remembered my own
early experiences, all right.
Turned out the kid had talent. He was careful not to
just mash my mouth -- another of Bryan's favorite
techniques. He just kissed me very sweetly. I curled one
hand around his head and pulled him down a little harder.
Then I pushed the tip of my tongue against his front teeth
and he breathed in raggedly as his mouth opened. Then his
tongue was pushing back.
Of the ten or twelve guys I've gotten into really hot
kissing with, I swear Jason had the longest, snakiest tongue
I'd ever experienced! The way he could poke it into my cheek
and reach halfway back to my throat,... God, it was
deliciously evil and it really made me start to feel hot,
way down deep. I could see why Janie might have panicked.
I heard myself groan and I guess that's what made Jason
stop and pull back. "Did I do it wrong?" he asked anxiously,
his nose an inch from mine.
"Oh, no, baby, you did it *exactly* right," I replied.
"You don't know *how* right." And then I began to seriously
lose control. Like, my hormones just took over. It didn't
matter that this boy was only practically a child, and it
didn't matter that he was my sister's boyfriend. I reached
behind my neck with my free hand, yanked the tie of my
halter, and let the triangular panels fall loosely.
Jason sat up abruptly and his jaw kind of dangled as he
stared at my breasts. There were hot little explosions a
half-inch behind each nipple and I could actually feel them
getting harder and stiffer. When I pinched and tugged one of
them between my fingers, he licked his lips and glanced
pleadingly back at my face.
"Yes, use your mouth on them, Jason, please do it, suck
on them, c'mon, do it.... There's more than one to use your
mouth to please a girl."
"I, uh, I'm afraid I'll hurt you, Angela. I -- you're
so beautiful."
I began pulling his curly head down where I wanted it.
"That's sweet, Jason, but it's easy, honest. Just make like
a baby and suck on them. Move your tongue around the
tips...." He took one nipple between his lips and I felt
sparks shooting from it. There was a growing glow in the pit
of my stomach that spread down into my groin. "Oh, that's so
good, baby, oh, yes...." I realized that my toes were
beginning to twitch.
As one hand wound itself into the hair at the back of
his head, my other hand moved down his side and across his
flat stomach to the front of his hiking shorts. I traced the
outline of his hard penis with my fingers and he jerked
uncontrollably.
"Don't stop, Jason, don't bite but don't stop, oh, God,
that feels so good, you're so sweet, Jason, I'm going to
make you feel good, too, oh, jeez, that's so wonderful...."
I was babbling but Bryan always said I was a talker.
I tried to get his zipper down but my hand was shaking
and he finally yanked it open himself and fumbled his
throbbing penis out through the opening. I mean *really*
throbbing; it pulsed and twitched as I circled it with my
fingers and began moving my hand slowly up and down.
Now Jason was the one groaning but he kept sucking on
my tits, switching from one to the other every couple of
seconds. The head of his cock stuck up over the edge of the
lounge and tapped against my thigh.
I didn't think it would take long and I was right. In
less than a minute he took a deep, shaky breath and tried to
pull back but I hung on, squeezing his shaft and rubbing my
thumb over the tip. When he came, he shot his stuff all
across my thighs and my bikini bottoms. More of it ran down
over my knuckles.
"I'm, I'm sorry, Angela, I didn't mean to, I just, I
couldn't help it, honest--"
"I'm not sorry," I whispered, slowly raising my hand
and licking his sweet come off my fingers. His expression
fueled the fire between my legs. I knew I was about to get
really stupid.
Jason scrambled to his feet and tried to stuff his
penis back in his shorts in embarrassment, but I quickly sat
up on the edge of the lounge and grabbed the waistband of
his shorts and jerked them down his legs. I was in such a
hurry, he nearly fell again.
"Take off your shirt, Jason, and your shoes and socks,
too. Hurry up! I want to see what you really look like, you
know?" And he did it, fumbling badly, while I yanked my top
the rest of the way off and then got a grip on his shrinking
penis again.
I was surprised at its size, considering his age, but
he was a tall kid... and still growing, I was sure. Erect,
he seemed about the same size as Bryan -- not as big around
but probably just as long. Bryan always thought the size of
his cock was important. By the time Jason was Bryan's age,
his equipment would be twice the size of Bryan's. I thought
again about that magic tongue and shivered. I had an even
better use in mind for a tongue like that besides just
Frenching. But first, I had to get him primed for the next
lesson.
"Would you like a blow job, Jason?" He stood there
naked, his hands resting loosely on my head, a rather blank
look on his face. I wondered if he was in some kind of
shock. "I'll put your penis in my mouth and suck on it," I
said slowly, staring into his eyes. "I've never heard of a
boy who didn't like that." He nodded mutely.
So I put my hands around his butt, squeezing his hard,
tight little ass, and I slurped up his whole cock. It had
gotten kind of soft again and I got it all in my mouth
easily. When I sucked hard like I was planning to swallow
it, he gasped and his hands tightened on my head.
Jason tasted delicious, actually. I get impatient with
girls who say cocksucking is "yucky." I think it's great --
I mean, talk about having a boy under your control. And I'd
never felt an erection grow and swell in my mouth like that.
I massaged the underside of the head with my tongue and it
twitched and expanded. Another minute or two and I stopped,
before he could come again.
When I let his penis pop out of my mouth, he protested
wordlessly but I smiled. "Next lesson," I said, standing up
and pushing him down to his knees in the same movement.
"Take off my suit, Jason. Slowly, now; enjoy what you're
doing. You're stripping me naked -- think about that...."
And I made sure he enjoyed it, too, wiggling my hips
and clenching my ass as he tugged the white bottoms down my
legs. He was staring at my pussy like it was a gift from
heaven or something, and he wanted to worship it. My crotch
hair is naturally blonde, of course, and not very thick, and
I'd trimmed it even further to keep it from curling out
around the edges of my bikini. So a lot of me showed.
I'd had no idea a young boy could get me so hot, just
watching his reactions to me like this. Again, he was so
different from Bryan. I admit it -- I loved this kind of
attention.
"Jason, *every* girl likes to have her pussy licked,
just like every boy likes to have his cock sucked, okay? So
now it's your turn." I spread my legs slightly and pushed my
crotch forward. Bryan didn't like to eat pussy -- I think he
thought it was un-macho or something. Said he didn't like
the taste -- though he liked to see me swallow his come.
"Just spread it open with your thumbs -- that's right,
baby. Now stick that lovely, long tongue in there, move it
up and down, top to bottom,... oh, God, that's the way, oh,
shit, that feels so nice...." It was like having a little
animal crawling around in my cunt, I swear. His tongue was
so long and flexible -- God, it was fantastic. After a
couple minutes, I was so shaky I would have fallen if Jason
hadn't had his hands wrapped around my thighs.
"Right there, Jason, right at the top: See that little
thing sticking out, like a tiny little cock? That's my clit,
and I want you to... ohhhh, uhhhh, oh, you've got it, all
right, suck at it, suck,... ohhhh, my God, Jason, that's
wonderful...." Another minute and I felt my first orgasm in
weeks, moving in shock waves in all directions from my
groin. It made my jaw quiver and my eyelids flutter and my
asshole tighten. It was marvelous.
Jason knew *something* good had just happened and he
sat back on his heels and smiled up at me happily. I got my
breath back, and then picked up the beach towel I'd brought
out with me and spread it on the tile beside the pool. "You
wanna do some more?" I asked softly. He nodded confidently.
"Ever heard of 'sixty-nine'?"
"Yeah,... you mean we do it together, sort of?"
"Yes, Jason -- we do it to each other with our mouths.
I'm going to get on the bottom this time." I stretched out
on the towel, glancing around at the high wooden fence. I'd
only done this a couple of times. Bryan didn't like it much,
which is no surprise, I guess. But Jason had no prejudices
and quickly straddled my body facing the other way, being
careful where he put his knees and looking back to make sure
we could both reach.
His cock was stiff and hard again and I gently tugged
it down to my mouth as he lowered his face between my legs.
I bent my knees and spread them far apart so he could reach
every part of my pussy and he immediately tucked his head
down and put that fantastic tongue to work again. He was so
enthusiastic, I knew I had to do the same for him, so I
clutched his ass cheeks and pulled him down until his penis
was tickling the back of my throat. I sucked hard on it and
he responded by sticking his tongue halfway up my cunt.
Janie had no idea what she was missing!
After a couple of minutes, Jason got into a kind of
fucking rhythm. I kept hold of his ass so he wouldn't choke
me with that long, slender cock and I tried to scoot down
and tilt my head back to straighten my throat. I'd never
deep-throated any boy before, which made this a new
experience for both of us. But what he was doing to my pussy
was so incredible, I think I could have stuck a neon tube
down my throat, like those guys at the carnival.
Something about the way he was fucking my mouth warned
me just in time that he was about to come. I didn't want to
strangle, so I wrapped a hand around the lower part of his
cock and just started swallowing when he emptied himself
into my mouth. I've never had a problem with swallowing a
guy's come and they always seem to love it, so I just gulped
it all down... and that brought on my second orgasm. Poor
Jason was getting out of breath; when he tumbled off me, I
leaned on one elbow while he lay there panting and stroking
my leg for several minutes. Finally, he recovered enough to
sit up and give me an astonished look.
"Angela, I can't believe all this is happening to me!
But you don't have to worry; I won't tell anyone -- not even
any of the guys. I mean, Janie would be really upset if she
somehow found out, wouldn't she?"
"Yeah, I'm sure she would be, Jason. And I know you
wouldn't tell anyone anyway. You're too sweet a boy for
that." And I stroked his cheek. He smiled and blushed again,
this time at the compliment. "I really wish I could fuck
you, Jason, but I don't dare. I'm not on the Pill or
anything and I can't risk getting pregnant. But I really
would love to feel your cock inside me," I added softly. He
looked regretful but he nodded that he understood. "So
you're technically still a virgin, I guess."
"That's okay, Angela -- I still have plenty of time.
Um,... do you think Janie would do any of the things we've
been doing? I really like her and I don't want to scare her
or anything...."
I tried to picture naive, semi-flat-chested Janie with
Jason's penis down her throat and couldn't. "Well,... I
don't think you should try anything too aggressive, okay? I
mean, practicing French-kissing with her is one thing, but
she's had even less experience than you had before today. I
was a virgin until I was sixteen, Jason -- almost seventeen.
So don't push her, okay?" He nodded and crossed his heart.
It struck me funny that we were sitting there completely
naked talking about all this stuff.
"Could we...?" he began and stopped. His eyes were
flicking up and down my body and I knew it was time to stop.
The next logical step was to fuck this poor kid, and if I
couldn't do that -- and I couldn't! -- then I wasn't going
to torture myself.
"Uh, no, Jason, we'd better not. That's enough." I
patted his knee. "--for today," I added and his forlorn
expression turned hopeful.
"Yeah, I guess I'd better get home anyway." He
scrambled up and self-consciously offered me his hand. I
took it, and stood, and kissed him lightly -- and then moved
away before I could change my mind.
"Do you and Janie have a date?" I asked. I sat and
slipped my bikini back on as he climbed into his shorts.
"Yeah, tomorrow night. We're going to a show and then
maybe just sit on the glider in our back yard." He smiled
and I knew he was thinking about the things he knew how to
do now, sitting alone in the dark with a girl.
"Well, I know my sister thinks you're pretty nice. I
guess she's got better taste than I thought." The kid
actually blushed again!
Late the next night, I was propped up on a couple of
pillows in bed in a thin nightgown, reading the latest Jude
Devereux, when Janie stuck her head in the door of my room.
Etiquette is kind of a difficult thing when you're that much
younger. She wanted to come in and talk but she wouldn't
ask. She was waiting to see if I would *invite* her in.
Maybe graduating from high school was making me more mature
already because I didn't automatically tell her to beat it.
Instead, I dog-eared the page of my book, set it on the
bedside table, and smiled at Janie.
She smiled back and slipped in, closing the door
quietly behind her. The folks were still watching TV
downstairs and this was obviously going to be a serious
girl-girl talk.
Sitting way down at the foot of my bed, my sister was
suddenly shy. I remembered how I hadn't had *anyone* to talk
to about girl things when I was a kid, not at home anyway. I
scooted up to lean against the headboard and patted the spot
beside me. Janie gratefully moved up to sit beside me.
"So, how was the date with What's-his-name?"
"Jason! His name's Jason, remember?" Then she glanced
up at me in annoyance and realized I was teasing her. She
ducked her head and seemed somehow pleased that I would even
bother. Then she fiddled with a corner of the sheet.
"It was nice. Only---" She paused and took a breath.
"Angela-how-old-were-you-when-you-let-a-boy-touch-you?" It
all came out in a rush and she kept looking at the sheet.
"What, like holding hands?" I was gonna make her work
for it. "Kissing?"
"Noooo.... Like, touching you, you know, in, uh,
places...."
"'Places'?"
"Well, like, um, under your shirt and stuff. C'mon,
Angela!" She gave me a pleading look. "You know what I'm
talking about."
"Janie, if you mean he touched your tits, just say so."
Why hadn't Jason paid attention when I told him to take it
slow?!
"Well..., he did that, sort of, on top of my shirt --
and it felt nice! Really! But I kind of wanted him to put
his hand under my shirt and touch my, um, my tits. I wasn't
wearing a bra. I got really curious what it would feel like,
you know? But he wouldn't, Angela! He said we shouldn't go
too fast. I'm afraid I scared him off or something."
She seemed really worried -- and I quickly revised my
opinion of Jason. "That's kind of jumping in with both feet,
isn't it, Janie? Why did you want him to play with your tits
all of a sudden?"
"Well, it wasn't really sudden." She unconsciously
snuggled up closer to me, which was actually kind of sweet.
I put my arm along the top of the wadded-up pillows so she
could lean back against it.
"We were out in Jason's back yard after the movie,
sitting under a tree, just... you know. Hugging and kissing.
It made me feel real warm. Jason's really a good kisser."
I knew just how she felt. "That's great, Janie. That's
how you're supposed to feel, you know."
She smiled. "Yeah, I know.... Well, we kind of
French-kissed for a little while, and it was a lot more fun
than the first time---" She realized what she'd just
admitted to and got a little flustered. I just ignored it.
"Yeah, Frenching is great, isn't it? It's so-o-o-o-o
sexy," I replied.
"Yeah, well, see, I think that was what did it. When
he, uh, put his hand on top of my breast and squeezed and
all that, I decided I wanted to take off my shirt. Angela, I
even *asked* him if he'd like me to take it off. That's when
he kind of backed off and said we should slow down."
"Just sounds to me like he was being thoughtful. He
probably didn't want you to do anything you might regret.
See? What's wrong with that? And Janie--" (I joggled her
shoulder to get her to look me in the eye) "--for what it's
worth, I didn't let a boy play with my bare tits until I was
fifteen, so I think you've got plenty of time. Okay?"
She looked very relieved -- like I'd just told her she
wasn't socially retarded. I was glad my kid sister felt like
she wanted to talk to me about this stuff. It made me feel
like a grown-up, I admit.
"But the other thing I'm not sure about, um...." She
glanced up at my face and then at my chest. I thought I knew
what was coming. "See, like, I haven't got *anything*,
Angela!" She tugged her shirt down at the waist and arched
her back a little. She didn't have much of a profile below
the chin, that was obvious.
"Well, you're still pretty young, Janie. Some girls
don't really get boobs until high school."
"Yeah, well, *you* didn't wait that long! I can
remember checking out your bras when you were in 7th Grade!"
She grinned at me and I laughed and gave her a shove with my
shoulder. Browsing through my underwear, was she?!
But I understood what she was talking about. I did
develop kind of early -- sooner than any of my friends,
anyway. Janie was nearly as tall as I was already and she
probably weighed twenty pounds less. She was going to be
tall and slim, like a runway model. I always had to watch
what I ate, but Janie could consume practically a whole
refrigerator and never gain an ounce. But I knew she thought
she was just "skinny."
"Janie, you have to understand: We're just not built
the same!" I lifted my boobs with my hands. "Sis, I'm not
bragging, honest -- but you're just never going to have tits
like this!" Janie was staring at my breasts; I realized my
nipples were plainly visible through the gauzy material.
Just like when I was with Jason the day before, I don't
know what got into me. But I lifted the hem of my nightgown
and pulled it off over my head. Janie kept staring at my
tits and a bright flush was creeping up her neck. Her eyes
flicked back and forth several times between my breasts and
my face. The only thing I could think of to say was "See?
They aren't *that* big...."
Janie was wearing her usual outfit -- jeans and a
sleeveless top with thong sandals -- and she hesitantly
grasped the hem of her shirt and then quickly pulled it off
as well. She didn't often wear a bra yet -- she didn't have
to -- but she had a much nicer body than I'd expected. Her
tits were just shallow little cones but her nipples stuck up
like push-buttons. Her shoulders and ribcage were kind of
narrow but it was a very nice effect, and I told her so.
"Janie, I don't think you have anything to worry about.
I'm more what they call the 'earth mother' type, I guess.
You're the type that could be on the cover of VOGUE in four
or five years. Don't you see?" I hauled my legs out from
under the covers and put them straight out in front of me. I
was very aware that the only thing I still had on were very
thin bikini panties that went with the nightgown. Janie was
pretty much speechless, I guess.
"Look: My legs are okay for my size but they're
certainly nothing special. And I have ugly toes. C'mon,
Janie, shuck your jeans -- I want to compare."
She looked at my legs and then at my face with a sort
of puzzled expression. But then she slowly unbuttoned her
jeans and pushed them down her slender legs, kicking her
sandals off in the process. She was wearing light blue
bikini panties with little yellow 'STOP' signs on them,
which made me giggle. She tapped her big toes together and
grinned self-consciously.
"Oh, Janie, you have a lovely figure! And you're so
pretty! You have nothing at all to worry about, not with
Jason or any other boy, believe me."
"Do I really? I mean, are you sure? I look at myself in
your dressing mirror sometimes and all I see is knees and
elbows and lots of bones...." She shrugged and tried to
appear unconcerned.
"Yes, of course you do." I reached down and squeezed
her knee. "I have pretty good legs, but yours are much
longer and more slender than mine. Janie, by the time you're
sixteen, you're going to look like Elle McPherson in a
bikini, I promise!"
She really liked that idea and she kind of hugged
herself with pleasure, then glanced back at my breasts. "I
still wish I could have bigger boobs, though."
"Sweetie, ten years from now, I'm going to be
struggling to keep these from sagging." I cupped my tits in
my hands and raised them a little, which gave me a delicious
feeling. So I got a little reckless again.
"Look, sis." I squeezed and rubbed my nipples and they
stiffened a little. Janie's neck and collarbone were now
bright scarlet and her ears were turning very pink. She was
staring fixedly at my nipples. "That's about as aroused as
they ever get," I said. "Now, look at yours."
She looked down at her own small breasts; her nipples
were already larger than mine, like little pink spicy
gumdrops. After another glance back at me, she slowly spread
her hands over her breasts and teased her nipples until they
were even larger. She was breathing faster, too.
"Janie," I said softly, leaning over against her
shoulder, "your tits were designed to go bare under a
tee-shirt. The friction keeps your nipples sticking up,
doesn't it? And I'll bet it also makes you a little horny,
right?"
She nodded slowly and squeezed her tits, and tried to
suppress a delicate little shudder.
"When you think you're ready to let Jason, or whoever,
suck on those tits, you're not going to believe how terrific
it'll make you feel. But you have plenty of time so just
stay in control, okay?" She licked her lips and I could
almost see the pictures forming in her head.
"Um, Janie, I think it's time for you to go to bed.
Besides,...." I hesitated and then decided: What the hell.
"Besides, I, uh, I want to masturbate a little before I go
to sleep."
She glanced at my face and quickly looked away. As she
pulled her tee-shirt back over her head, she murmured "So do
I." Then she was moving quietly across the floor carrying
her jeans and sandals. "G'night, Angela," she whispered and
gave me a sweet, conspiratorial smile.
"G'night, sweetheart. Be sure to dream about Jason
tonight." She grinned as she shut the door behind her.
I scooted down under the sheet and slid my panties off.
I don't usually sleep completely naked but I wanted to feel
particularly sexy tonight. As my fingers began moving around
between my legs, I thought briefly of Bryan but rejected
him. Then I thought about Jason for quite awhile,
remembering his serpentine tongue on my clit and imagining
what his slender cock would feel like inside me. Then, for
some reason, I thought about Janie and how pretty she was in
her slender, fragile way. I imagined her on her back, long
legs wrapped around Jason as he pumped his cock into her
little virgin pussy. That's finally what made me come.
Afterward, I stretched and snuggled downward. The
sheets were pretty warm, now. As I began to doze off, I
thought fuzzily that if Janie was still seeing Jason six
months from now, I might arrange something for them, like a
really unusual Christmas present....
END
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