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Jealousy
Uther Pendragon


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Jealousy
Uther Pendragon
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[afternoon]

"C'mon, sport," Charlie said. Eve jumped into his arms. He swung her
around and held her upside down.

"Hook your legs," he said. She bent her knees so that they rested on his
shoulders. He walked around with her seeing the whole yard upside
down.

"Eve really likes Charlie," Mom said. Eve more than liked him; she
loved him. He was tall and strong and great fun. The only thing wrong
with him at all was his strange liking for Dot. Some days, Dot was nice.
Most of the time, though, Dot was nasty -- either she bossed Eve
around because she was the older sister, or she made a point of doing
things Eve wasn't allowed to do.

"Kiss 'n a hug." Charlie said. He swung her back heads up and kissed
her. When he set her down, she hugged his knees fiercely. He patted
her head and shoulders. Then, he and Dot got into his car and drove
away. They were going on a picnic. She could have gone along. Charlie
would have welcomed her; Dot would have had a fit.


"You spoil her," Dot told Charlie. She was afraid she might sound
jealous. Actually, she was jealous. Charlie had had his hands all over
Eve, and in front of Mom and Dad. If he'd put his hands on her like
that, the shit would have hit the fan.

"She's a nice kid. All the girls in your family are nice. I can't pick you
up
and ignore your family. I'd rather have a few minutes of rough-house
with her than a conversation on my career plans with your father." Dot
sounded jealous. Didn't she see that he loved her; he only liked Eve as
Dot's sister. It was a good idea for his sister-in-law to remember him as
a fun guy. He couldn't say that, though. If he couldn't propose, it wasn't
fair to talk about marriage at some future date.

"He's happy about your career plans." Her whole family approved of
Charlie. Which was certainly convenient. Why should she object to
Eve's being part of that approval?

"Yeah, but I've had that conversation once." And a damn
uncomfortable conversation it had been. He would rather talk to her
father about his value as a husband after he proposed to Dot herself.

"Truth is that you're happier pretending to be a six-year-old than
pretending to be an adult." The real truth was that Charlie was a nice
guy. He was nice to everybody, nicer to her; why did she bitch about
his being nice to Eve?

"Maybe, six years old is less pretending."

"You're a fun guy."

"Not when I'm driving a car, I'm not."

"You're still fun. I'll admit that I enjoy you more when you have your
attention -- and hands  -- free."

The picnic spot was a clearing among trees. It had a wide stump for a
table. What it lacked in sunshine and convenience to the road, it made
up in privacy. They knew that the ice cream would begin to melt, so
they shared only a few kisses before they ate that. Charlie had brought
some wipes, so they cleaned up hands and mouths before returning to
serious kissing. He put the used wipes inside a small plastic bag from
the grocery.

Charlie started unbuttoning Dot's shirt. He enjoyed kissing; he really
did. It's just that he enjoyed touching her so much more.

"Blanket first," Dot said. Private spot or not, she wasn't going to stand
up half naked. They co-operated in spreading the blanket on the softest
ground they had found. Dot stretched out on it, and Charlie joined her.
The kisses resumed with them lying on their sides. When Charlie undid
more buttons on her shirt, Dot  reached for his. When both shirts were
unbuttoned, Charlie pulled back without a word. Dot rolled over on her
stomach. Charlie, who had been lying on his right side, got up on his
knees to unfasten her bra. He took off his shirt and t-shirt before lying
back in his original position.

"You are so pretty. They are gorgeous." Those breasts were. He
feasted his eyes before scooting down on the blanket so he could kiss
them.

Dot knew she had a better-than-average face. She took care of it and
worked on her makeup. She couldn't see what was special about her
breasts; they were just breasts. Still, it was nice that Charlie thought
them special, and the kisses he gave them made her feel special. She
ran her hands over his arm, shoulder, and chest.

Charlie kissed a circle all around the top breast. Then he kissed a spiral
up it to the nipple. He held the smoothness of the lower one in his right
hand while he sucked the nipple he'd reached. His left hand stroked
down Dot's side and stomach. So much smoothness, so much beauty.

Dot had to admit that Charlie didn't push like her friends complained of
their boyfriends doing. Once he got to her breasts, he was content to
play with them forever. She was the one who finally grew impatient.
She turned on her back.

Charlie took the silent invitation as he knew it was meant. He kissed her
mouth briefly before turning to her other breast. His hands, meanwhile,
were busy with her belt, snaps, and zipper. When these were undone,
he rose again to his knees. First, he took off Dot's shoes, then her
jeans. He looked at her beauty once more before drawing off her
panties.

Dot thought of her slight raising of her midsection a simple way of
freeing the panties. Charlie's sharp intake of breath -- a tribute she
received every time they did this -- showed that he regarded it as
something remarkably sexy. Well, it was nice to have someone regard
her as sexy. It was very nice to have her lover regard her as sexy.
When her panties were off, she spread her legs a little to get another
response from Charlie. She lay there while he lay back on his side.

"You are so lovely," Charlie said before he kissed her again. And she
was, nice face -- marvelous body. While they kissed, he stroked down,
over the near breast brushing its nipple as he went, over her firm belly,
over her mound combing his fingers through the lower hair. He reached
her smooth thighs before returning to her lips. He parted them with his
fingers. Here, he found moisture. Her moisture, his reward. He parted
the inner lips and stroked gently upward.

Dot awaited with held breath the arrival of his finger on her clit.

"Oh, Charlie,:" she whispered when it came. He was so good to her
and such a sexy boy. The strokes, the suckling at her breast sent her
higher and higher. She lay there and reveled in those feelings. "Ah," she
said as she felt the climax near. She tensed, feeling his stokes at her
very center. "Oh," she said as the first spasm hit. She raised her hips off
the ground, but his hand stayed with her, feeding the sensation. "Ohh!"
The last spasm shook her, then left her. She lay as if her body were
dead, but her spirit still enjoyed the suffused warmth.

Charlie took his hand away from her when her climax passed. He
moved his mouth from her breast to her forehead. He carefully took the
packet out of his pocket in preparation, but he left it on the blanket to
the other side from her. Finally, she reached out to touch his neck. He
dropped down on his back. As her hand trailed down over his chest
and stomach, he opened his pants in preparation.

Dot stroked her lover's chest, played with the sparse hair there, stroked
down his hard abs, finally reached the hair on his mound. As her palm
stroked that, the back of her hand passed under his rampant cock. She
circled the base of it with thumb and forefinger. She didn't pull hard, but
she started his whole body moving.

First, Charlie grabbed the packet with his right hand. He used both
hands to open it, and roll it on. Then he knelt between Dot's legs. She
had raised her knees and spread them. She used her own hand to
spread her lips in silent invitation. He paused between them for one
instant, and then moved forward and inward.

"Yes," Dot said. And it was 'yes.' He filled her while his body slid sexily
across her still-excited nipples. He kissed her, tongue meeting tongue
before he pushed himself up to begin moving in and out. His eyes met
and locked with hers.

You are so warm and welcoming," he said, "so juicy."

"You did it." And he had; his petting and sucking had warmed her and
generated all that juice. Then their mouths were silent except for their
breathing. All the speaking was through their eyes.

Charlie slid in and out through her warmth. The sensations drove him
faster and faster through her clinging slipperiness. Her arms and her legs
hugged him as his desire drove him harder and faster.

"Oh," she said again.

He felt the flood coming from deep in his balls. He drove into her
harder than ever. Then he lay there and pulsed into her welcoming
warmth.

"Ohh!" The feel of his throbbing within her brought her over again. She
clutched his shoulders with her hands as she was clutching his cock
deep within her. He was heavy on her, and she was happy to hold him.
Then he was too heavy, but. . .

"I'll move," he said. He rolled off her and lay on his back. He couldn't
move farther for minutes. "You!" he said. Then he had to take another
breath. "You are wonderful."

"You're not bad yourself."

He pulled up his underpants. She reached for her clothes.

"You could eat topless," he said.

"Yeah, sure." She fastened her bra.

"I'd just look, not touch."

"And who else might look? We're not private here."

They moved the blanket to cover the stump and spread their food on it.
They shared a kiss, one flavored with ketchup and mustard, before
returning to the car. He got out to when they got to her house, but he
drove away as soon as she was in the door.


His next visit involved Dot's Pioneer-Day project.

"You sure that your mother can spare the sewing machine?" her Mom
asked.

"'Spare'?" Charlie asked. "It used to be my Gran's, but she sewed on
an electric. Her grandmother used it. I've never seen my mom use a
sewing machine, much less one powered by a treadle. It's just a family
thing cluttering up the apartment. Dot can use it, just so she doesn't
throw it away."

"I want to practice," Dot said. "It would be great if the dress I wear on
the float was actually sewn on the machine I'll be using."

"I wish I could drive you," her Dad said, "but we have. . . . "

"I understand about the meeting," Charlie answered. "We have to get
the stuff to wrap the sewing machine, anyway. I can drive your truck;
remember teaching me?"

"Sure. Here's the keys."

Eve left as soon as she heard about the truck. It had a camper on the
bed, and she'd played in it lots of times. She snuck in  Now she would
see where Charlie lived. Her parents wouldn't miss her before they
went to their meeting.

Dot got back from her last trip inside. She climbed into the truck cab
with Charlie and they drove away.

"Nice idea," Charlie said.

"I really want to do this thing," Dot said. "Frontier days can be so
boring standing on the sidewalk, watching everybody walk along in
their poke bonnets. Somebody actually sewing on a treadle machine
will be worth a ride on the Davis store's float."

"So you'll go though with it?"

"I'll go through with it. It's my parents who would be suspicious
otherwise, anyway. We just don't get enough times indoors where
nobody will come along."

"Well, let's get the machine down first. I might be too tired afterwards."

Eve counted to ten after the tuck pulled up and she heard the doors
slam. By the time she was out of the camper, Charlie and Dot were just
going through a door of a big building. The door didn't lock, though,
and she heard them climbing up the stairs. She almost caught up with
them when they stopped for a kiss. How could Charlie?

Charlie allowed Dot to precede him up the stairs, as a gentleman
should. He ogled her bottom as she climbed as a gentleman shouldn't.
The kiss on the stairs had a different feel. Dot's face leaned down to
his; he could squeeze her bottom without bending over; Her breasts
pressed against a quite new part of his chest. Dot ended that fun, but he
got to see her bottom flex and sway again. She pulled back to let him
unlock the door.

Dot was wearing tennies, but she swayed as if she were wearing high
heels when she felt Charlie's eyes on her butt. When nearly to his floor,
she turned and gave him a searching kiss. They didn't get much chance
to be together -- really together -- inside. She was going to make the
most of this opportunity.

When Charlie opened the door, he gestured towards the sewing
machine. It was all wrapped up in the blanket-like things that movers
used. He pulled the top towards him, and she picked up the bottom.
She shifted her hands to hold parts that would stay still. Charlie shifted
until he had his back to her (and to the machine). He led her into the
hall and down the stairs.

Eve hid up the stairs as she heard them coming towards her. Luckily,
they left the door open. She went into Charlie's house as they carried
the load down the stairs. It was easy to see which room was Charlie's.
She was looking into the mess in his closet when she heard the outer
door close. She ducked into the closet and pulled the door nearly shut.
There wasn't any knob on the inside of the door. She was fairly safe;
they probably wouldn't even come into this room.

Charlie was surprised to see the back door of the truck ajar. Had he
driven here with it flipping open and shut? Whatever, it made getting the
sewing machine into the truck easier now. He held the weight of his end
with one hand while Dot kept the load balanced. He opened the door
fully and rested a corner of the machine on the sill. Then he shoved it
inside with Dot's assistance. He closed the door and made certain it
wouldn't come open again.

"Now," he said.

"Now," she agreed.

They climbed the stairs hand in hand. He carefully closed and locked
the door behind them; and took time for one deep, if rather short, kiss
before leading Dot to his room. He took the covers in both hands and
pulled them off the end of the bed. He'd planned this.

Dot was impressed by his decisiveness, once she'd persuaded him that
this rendezvous was his idea. She, however, wasn't going to remove
one article of her own clothing. That was his job. And, during a longer
and more satisfying kiss, he started on her blouse. She'd chosen it for
ease of unbuttoning. When he got below her breasts, she started on the
top of his shirt.

Eve was trapped. Not only were they in the room, they looked like
they intended to stay awhile. They were undressing each other. She
hoped that Dot, at least, would finish her job. Eve knew what Dot
looked like without clothes, but -- if she had to stay in this stuffy closet
for a long time -- she could at least learn what Charlie looked like
without clothes.  She was disappointed.

When he had Dot's blouse open, Charlie pulled her into another kiss.
While kissing her, he unsnapped her bra. After they parted, she turned
around. He removed blouse and bra before pulling her back against
him. He kissed the side of her neck and, after tossing her clothes at the
chair he'd left to receive them, held and stroked her breasts. When she
pulled away, he took off shirt and t-shirt. He tossed them to the same
chair.

Dot was happy enough with his hands on her breasts and his mouth on
her neck, but only briefly. She turned in his arms, and -- when he'd
ditched the shirts -- had a real skin-to skin kiss. When he bent to kiss
her breast, she held it up for his lips while his hands worked at her jean
closure. She could do it faster, but this way demonstrated his desire.
When he straightened, her jeans were puddled around her ankles.

"Step out of them," he said. When she did, Charlie led her over to his
bed. She lay down, and he knelt beside the bed. Now, he could kiss all
of her. Well, not quite all, but the final unveiling would come; he could
enjoy working up to it.

If Eve was bothered by Charlie's constant kissing of Dot when the three
of them were together, at least that was Dot's mouth. She kissed him
back. This was much worse. They kissed, and he kissed her face. But
he kissed down to her boobs, too. Was he a baby that he should
suckle there? And he kissed lower, as well. When he was kissing Dot's
stomach, Eve felt a flutter in hers. This was wrong, and Charlie was
wrong.

Dot was enjoying Charlie's thorough kisses. She could enjoy them the
more because they were finally really alone. In the park, however
hidden their picnic spot, she always worried that somebody might come
along -- that somebody had already come along and was watching her
from behind a tree. Now, she was safe; she was sheltered; she was
alone with the man she loved. And he loved her, he was showing that
he loved her, he was as relaxed about their privacy as she was, taking
his time, demonstrating his love.

When Charlie moved his kisses to Dot's marvelous firm thighs, he
caught a whiff of her aroma. He stiffened immediately. This wouldn't
do. There was no telling when they would get this much privacy and
time again; he wasn't going to waste it with a quickie. Instead, he
returned his kisses to her lovely breasts, He kissed one all over before
finally tasting the nipple. It was already hard before his lips reached it.
He let his hand deal with her thighs and, finally, her mound. He slipped
a finger under the edge of the leg hole of her panties. He stroked her
outer lips. The inner ones were another stage, the clit yet another.
Today, of all days, they could afford to take their time.

Eve was shocked. Her counselors' descriptions of  "bad touching" had
never been very clear, but this was surely it. Dot, however, wasn't
reporting it. She didn't even tell Charlie to stop. Instead,

"Love your hand, love your mouth, love you," Dot said. "Come up here
for a kiss." She loved what he was doing to her, but love was more
than having something done to you. Love was something they both did.

When Charlie went to the head of his bed, the angle of his finger under
her panties was bad. Rather than risk hurting Dot he pulled it out. He
massaged her mound with his palm. The kiss was lovely, their tongues
playing tag, but when Dot started caressing down his torso, he drew
back.

"Love you, love your touch, but it feels too good. We don't want to
waste this bed and privacy on a quickie."

"Okay," Dot agreed. Love was something they both did, but refraining
was another thing they could both do, if it was refraining in the cause of
love. "Come back for another kiss." His lips were warm; his tongue
was exciting. His caresses on her breasts were exciting , too. He broke
the kiss, though.

"Let me." He held the elastic of her panties. She arched up to help him.
That arch always excited him, especially when it was followed by the
sight of her beautiful pussy. He drew the panties down to her knees,
and off after she raised her feet and lowered her butt. He kissed up her
belly, over her breasts, and arrived back at her mouth. His finger found
her groove as his lips stopped at  her nipple. She was so smooth,
slippery smooth, down there. And she warm -- warm around his finger,
and warm in her responses. His cock wanted so much to replace his
finger that it ached.

That had to be bad touching. Eve thought all of it was. Dot, however,
had cooperated. And Eve knew she was not going to get out of this
closet any time soon. Dot wasn't going back to the truck bare. She did
get to see more of Charlie, though. He fumbled with his belt for a long
time with his left hand. then he dropped his pants. His underpants didn't
reveal anything she hadn't seen at the pool, but she knew it was a
naughty sight. Seeing Dot bare wasn't, but seeing Charlie see Dot
probably was, too.

Dot truly enjoyed the extended foreplay, but her arousal was starting to
call for something more. She was glad to see Charlie shed his jeans.
Then her thoughts went back to the delightful suction on her nipple and
the even more delightful friction on her lips and clit. She raised her
knees and spread them to increase Charlie's access.

Eve was looking right at Dot between her legs. She'd seen her bare
before, but not this open. What was worse was the Charlie had a finger
right in Dot -- where she made pee.

Charlie loved this, but he needed more. He straightened from the kiss
and peeled off his shorts with his left hand. His right was dealing with
more important things.

"Had enough foreplay?" Dot asked.

"Never enough, but need more. You?"

"And how!" She needed him in her, had needed that for minutes now.

Charlie opened the drawer on his night table, fumbled inside, and pulled
out a foil-wrapped rubber. He passed it to Dot, who had two hands
free. She tore it open and passed the rubber back to him. He
abandoned her lovely pussy to roll the rubber on with both hands.

"Can we do it with you on your knees?" he asked. He'd dreamed of
this, and Dot would never agree in the out-of-doors.

Eve was amazed, shocked but amazed. First, Charlie had stripped
entirely bare. She could see his pee-pee, and it was sticking out, almost
sticking up! Then he and Dot, who hadn't blinked at seeing his pee-pee,
did something. The result was his wrapping the pee-pee with something
shiny. Now, it was sticking out and shining.

"From behind?" Dot finally asked. She wasn't sure about this.

"Please! You never would if we were outdoors."

That didn't make her comfortable doing it indoors. He had this nice
bed, and she had wanted to try it out. On the other hand, he'd asked;
and it did sound delightfully wicked. Besides, she was already missing
his hand, and this was not the time for an argument. She rolled over
onto her knees and backed towards him.

"I love you. Spread you knees more." She did. He fitted his cock gently
against her opening. He could feel her warmth around his tip.

"Right?"

"Right there! Oh Charlie." She felt him slide into her, fill her, more than
fill her. Both his hands were on her hips; but before she could reach up
to move one to her clit, he did it himself.  She was conscious of every
sensation from finger and cock, but she was drifting away, as well. She
dropped her torso to get a better arch and more of him in  her.

Charlie felt Dot part before him until the bulb was totally inside her. She
hugged his length as he slid in deeper. The warmth surrounding him and
hugging him was delicious. He stayed deep within her as he returned his
hand to her mound. The clit itself was hard to reach, so he rested two
fingers where her forest split into the lips. He knew the clit was directly
below, and he could feel it roll about as he gently moved those fingers
from side to side. Then Dot moved so the he was even more deeply
within her. The feeling was so intense that he had to move. He
withdrew until the shaft was in the air and the bulb clasped by her
entrance; then, he pressed inward again.

Eve was shocked. Charlie's pee-pee was in Dot! And, instead of
objecting, instead of simply moving away, Dot moved back against
Charlie when he moved forward. She only moved forward when he
was moving back. And, when she started talking, it was not to
complain.

"Oh, darling. You feel so good. In my cunt and against my mound.
Darling!"

"Yes, love," Charlie said. Her soft clasp around his cock was an
exquisite delight. After resisting as long as he could, he stroked out
slowly. He pressed in more rapidly, and Dot pushed back when he did.
When he was as deep within her as he could get, she rolled her bottom
against his groin. He almost lost it.

"Darling," she said. She could feel his whole length pass through her
cunt. The sensations struck fire throughout her body.

Eve had long been jealous of Dot's having Charlie. If this was what it
took to have him,  she wasn't so sure it would be worth it. For all that
Dot's words sounded like she was enjoying it, her voice sounded like
she was in pain.

"Darling," Charlie answered through clenched teeth. Sliding through her
warm slickness was delightful, but the delight was almost more than he
could take. He slid out one more time, grasped her thighs with both
hands and drove into her. He pulled her sweet bottom against him as he
felt himself erupt within her.

"Ooh!" Dot called as she felt him pulse deep inside her. She pushed
back against him. Then her pulsations followed his. She pushed
upwards on her hands as she felt herself clench him again and again.
After the last spasm swept through her, she collapsed with her face
pressed into the mattress. Charlie came out as she did so. Slowly,
without her mustering either will or muscle to resist it, she fell onto her
left side facing the foot of the bed.

Charlie fell forward onto the bed, missing Dot. He lay there looking at
her. It was a long time before he could speak.

"Whew."

"Whew." Dot answered. "You were right."

"You liked it?"

"Loved it, but I'm not going to be ready to do that again for a while."
Maybe after they were married, if they got married. That seemed a long
murky way in the unseeable future.

"I'm not going to be able to do anything for a while." Even so, they'd
have to get up, get dressed, and drive the truck and sewing machine to
Dot's house before her parents got back. Still, they lay there smiling at
each other for another few minutes. "I like the view like this, but. . . ."
He got up and reached to remove the rubber from his cock. "Jesus!
Um, Dot, let me look." He retrieved the rubber from her pussy. It had
been sticking half-way out.

"Christ! Do you think I'm."

"The open end was sticking way out of you. It looks as full as it usually
does, but who knows? Even so, any that ran out of it ran out of you,
too." He tied a half knot on the end of the rubber, wrapped it in a
Kleenex, and threw it in the waste-paper basket. He handed her
another Kleenex.

"Thanks. Think we'd better get dressed?"

"Yes." They did, without any of the assistance they'd given each other in
undressing. They went off to the truck.

When they'd closed the outer door, Eve slipped out of the closet. She
visited Charlie's bathroom, slipped out of the door, and went down the
stairs. She had a long walk home, and her parents would be back from
their meeting before she got there. She could be late for dinner, which
would mean questions about where she'd been. But that was the least
of her worries; she had seen many things which she didn't understand,
and there was nobody she could ask.


The end
Jealousy
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