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The following work contains sexually explicit language and may contain graphic
descriptions of various sex acts.  If you are not 18 years of age, or this
sort of thing is prohibitted in your town, city, county, state, country,
province, or erotica is offensive to you, STOP READING. 
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Copyright 1999 Art aDeux@AOL.com  (Sasha)

Kristianna 18
Kristianna Meets the other Italian boy (Briefly)
Part two of three

We collapsed against each other on the table.  Long moments passed as we held
one another with his cock slowly softening and finally sliding out of me.  The
ensuing flood of our combined juices puddled between my legs and I squirmed as
some tickled it's way down my ass crack.  I giggled and sent another stream
teasing down my cheeks as well.  

"I think we could use a shower," Rick said looking at me with a smile.  "At
least I know you could, being the repository for my long pent up lust!"

"Don't you jack off?" I asked with mock severity.  "I mean, this could be the
reason you don't have a girlfriend.  Scare her off by damn near drowning her
the first time you make love!"

"What?  And flood my bed?  Drown myself?  I don't think so 'Missy'!" he teased
as he lifted me off the table, drenching his legs with another draught of
frothy liquid.  "There, now look what you've done!"

I stood on the floor and we looked at each other before breaking out in gales
of laughter.  "Where is your bathroom?" I asked between gasps for air and
giggles of glee.

We headed off to his parents luxurious bath and treated ourselves to a
swirling mix of vanilla scented bubbles and jets of water.  He kissed and
cuddled me, insisting on washing my hair.

"I've never met a girl who had such beautiful hair.  And so much of it!"  he
said, noting the thickness of my mane.

"I've never met a guy who had hair better than mine!" I countered.  I glanced
at the clock on the wall and realized it was later than I'd thought.  "Rick,
it's almost nine, I've got to get home and change for the party."

"Wear what you wore earlier."

"It doesn't work like that for girls.  We can't just show up to a party
wearing what we wore to school that day.  Jeez, men," I added in an
exasperated tone.

"Is your mom expecting you back before we go?"

"Nah, she's not home this weekend.  Work."

"Wear a pair of my jeans then, we can probably find a shirt that will contain
those luscious tits of yours somewhere in this house," Rick said as he fondled
my breasts before returning once again to my hair, this time brushing
conditioner through it with a comb.

"I don't think I'll fit into your clothes Rick.  You're taller than I am, and
I have a bigger chest.  And, I do refuse to raid your mother's clothes.  No
matter how much she likes me, I don't think that's an option."

He took the shower wand and rinsed my hair before turning off the jets and
draining the tub.  "We'll see," he said as we stepped out and dried off.  I
followed him to his bedroom and he grabbed a pair of nicely worn Levi's.  I
shook my head but humored him, pulling them up my thighs only to be stopped at
the hips.  

"This year's jean crop is a bit larger, but not as well worn," Rick said as he
threw me another pair.  I shucked the first pair and pulled the new ones on.
To my surprise, they fit nicely, riding just at my hips and cupping my ass
gently.  "One problem solved," he said as he moved to the other side of his
closet and delved into the neatly hung shirts.  A half dozen were passed by as
'not my color' until he had a crisp long sleeved Ralph Lauren button down in
oxford blue.  "Try this one."

I pulled the shirt on and found that it buttoned, a little snugly, but it fit.
I began to take it off.  "What are you doing?" Rick asked.

"I left my bra in the kitchen, it's kind of difficult to put on a bra when
you're already wearing a shirt."

"Leave it off," he said walking towards me.

"Huh?"

"Leave it off," he repeated as he re-buttoned the three middle buttons and
pulled the tails together, tying them neatly in a knot at my waist.  I looked
down as he unbuttoned the top and revealed the swell of my cleavage, unaided
by the bra.  He caressed the tops of my breasts for a moment before pulling
away.  "There, you look edible, and if I don't stop, we won't ever make it to
that party!"

"I can't go to a party with no bra, no underwear, hair undone!" I complained.

"Who said anything about your not having your hair done?" he asked as he
quickly slipped on another pair of jeans and grabbed a navy blue Polo shirt
from the hanger.  

Taking my hand he led me back down the hall to his bathroom where he sat me
down on the toilet seat and proceeded to comb the last of the tangles from my
tresses.  A few touches of mousse here and there and he bent to the task of
blow-drying my massive mane.  Twenty minutes later he turned if off and began
to brush my slightly damp hair before parting it and pulling it back from my
face a piece at a time.  The result was a stunning form of French braiding
that left tendrils to gently frame my face, while the rest was pulled back
into a loose sort of basket weave.  He grabbed a black hair band from a drawer
and fixed the braid halfway down my back.

"God you've got so much hair, it's incredible.  Wait here," he said as he bent
to kiss me before going down the hall.   He returned with a dark blue ribbon
and tied it at the base of the braid, effectively hiding the black hair band
and finishing his work with a flourish.

He stood me up and handed me an unopened tube of lipstick and dark brown
eyeliner.  "These will suit you," Rick said as he turned to work on his own
fabulous mane.

I shook my head and headed for the kitchen to find my boots and socks, then
back to the master bathroom when I realized I'd taken them off to bathe, not
before sex.  I slid the lace topped socks on and laced up the lightly heeled
pixie boots before standing up and attending to my face.  The brown liner, I
discovered was also unused and I had to search for a sharpener before getting
to business.  I finished and applied the lipstick which was merely an
enhancement, maybe a shade darker than my own lipcolor.  

"Perfect!"  Rick said as he viewed me with approval from the doorway.  His
hair was styled neatly and new K-Swiss were on his feet.  "Are you ready to go
now?" he asked, coming to wrap his arms around me.

"Are you sure you want me to head out this door with no bra on, and no
panties?  I realize that we're not officially 'going out', but after the
episode on the kitchen table, I'm not sure. . ." I fell silent.

"We're not officially 'going out'?" Rick queried in a small voice.  "I thought
after the episode on the kitchen table you'd be perfectly clear as to our
relationship!"

"You're mocking me," I said as I thought of his odd comment, uttered in
passion just before he came.  "I thought when you said 'I'm falling' it was
simply another euphemism for 'I'm coming', kind of like the Japanese say, 'I'm
going'.  I didn't want to read more into orgasmic splendor than I should
have."

"For such a beautiful brunette, you are very dense," Rick said.  "You don't
get my jokes, or my puns, or my attempts at general levity, or my subtle way
of telling you that I'm falling in love with you!"  He kissed the tip of my
nose.  "Are you sure you don't dye your hair?  It's in good condition, but I
can't help but think you have some salon here in town dye those roots.  Oh
wait, they'd have to color your pubic hair as well.  Scandal!  Unless he's
gay.  But then that wouldn't really matter since you ARE under age!"

I grinned.  "Stop it!"

"She does get it!" Rick shouted.  "And if I have my way, she'll get it again
and again, and again!  At least once more tonight as well!"

"You're manic," I giggled.  "Let's go."

My heeled boots clicked as we walked to 'Ghia'.  Rick opened the door for me
and I slid in, reaching over to unlock the driver's door.  The drive was
across town into the 'new rich' neighborhood.  It took about twenty minutes by
freeway, but Rick insisted on driving the 'Miracle Mile' down the heart of
Stockton, showing off his car.  So we didn't actually get to the party until
well past eleven.  Which could be considered early by some standards.

The street was filled with cars and I quickly suggested that we park on the
next block to avoid a ticket or worse, damage to his car from someone who was
less than careful about drinking and driving.  

"I take it back Ti, you're not blonde at all," he said as he squeezed my hand.

We walked the block and a half back to the party location and entered through
the back gate.  Nick R. greeted us as we walked past the line of kegs that
adorned the patio.

"Hey Rick!  Heard from Shelly that you're over at Lincoln this year?" Nick
called.

"Yup," Rick said leading me over to chat with our host.  "How's Shelly doing
anyway?  I haven't talked to her in ages and I'm not even sure my mom has her
number anymore.  How'd she know I transferred to Lincoln?"

"Ahh, she's okay.  Her step-dad moved them up to Sacramento for some tech job
and she called Nanna a while back.  Nanna knows everything."

"This is true.  Have you met Kristianna, Nick?" Rick said as he drew me
forward.

"Ti, this is my very distant cousin Nick who plays a great game of chess
although his jock buddies don't know it."  

I smiled.  "Well, now I know where all those great plays come from!"

"Shh!  Don't tell the guys, they think I'm just another dumb jock!  If that
ever changes, I'll have to go learn me some jujitsu like my cousin here to
defend myself from the beatings I'll get!"  The guys laughed companionably.
"Help yourself to anything you want Ti."

I wandered away to grab a wine cooler and chat with a few friends.  The night
moved quickly into early morning and the party got louder and rowdier as the
participants polished off the last keg.  I looked for Rick to tell him I was
ready to go but didn't see him.

"You look a little lost," a masculine voice said behind me.

I turned to see who it was.  "Nick!  Hey, I was just looking for Rick.  It's
getting late and I don't want to be here when your neighbors finally get sick
of the noise and call the cops."

"Nah, won't happen.  Their kids are all over here partying!  On another note.
. ." his gaze dropped to my breasts, straining at the fabric of Rick's shirt,
"you are quite the dish, how'd you stumble into Rick's arms?  Is it serious?"

"I'll take that as a compliment, and I don't know if it's serious, I think
we're a little too young for marriage, don't you?" I teased, trying to make
light of his rather obvious come on.

Nick moved a little closer and I could see that he'd had quite a bit to drink.
His handsome face leered a little as he ogled my cleavage more openly.  His
masculinity was a little imposing, but for some reason I felt a tug of desire.
I shook myself mentally.  What was wrong with me?  I'd just made love with an
incredibly sexy guy just hours before and here I was pondering what it would
be like to kiss the guy's cousin?  

Nick reached out and pulled me close as his lips descended on mine.  I opened
my mouth in protest and was rewarded by his tongue, tangy from his last shot
of tequila.  All reason left my mind as he explored my mouth leisurely,
finally pulling back.

"I see why Rick likes you.  Absolutely stunning," Nick said as he grabbed my
hand and pressed it against the hard length of his cock.  Involuntarily my
fingers curled to grasp his cock more fully.

"You're drunk!" I accused, snatching my hand away.  He laughed. 

"Never stopped me from enjoying a beautiful girl before!"  Nick reached up and
brushed an errant strand of my hair away from my face.  "You really are
stunning Ti, I mean that," he murmured, dipping his head and kissing my lips
just briefly.  "I'm sorry I offended you."

Embarrassed, I said a brief 'it's okay' before excusing myself to look for
Rick.  I found him in the game room, running his fingers through a gorgeous
blonde head of hair.  He pulled the tresses up and framed her cute face with a
half twist up do that made her look more mature.

"There you are Ti!  This is Michelle.  She says you have lit together."

I nodded a polite greeting to her then turned to Rick.  "I'd like to go now if
you don't mind."

"Sure," he said, looking slightly puzzled at my curt demeanor.  He said a
quick good-bye to his new friend and we headed for the door.  Nick called out
a good night and Rick waved.  We walked the block and a half back to the car
in silence.

"Did I do something wrong?" he inquired as he started 'Ghia' and pulled from
the curb.

"No," I practically snapped, thinking of Nick's lazy exploration of my mouth
and feeling the heat spread once again to my pussy.

Rick pulled up in front of my house and I got out.  He walked me to my door
and took the keys from my trembling hands.  

"Want me to come in for a while?  I don't see your mom's car.  I can stay if
you want," he added as he opened the door and I stepped inside.

"Make sure you lock your car," I called over my shoulder as I headed upstairs
to my bedroom.

I heard the front door close and the deadbolt click as he made sure we were
safely locked in.  The porch light was turned off and his soft footfalls on
the carpeted stairs brought him closer.  I'd changed into a short  cream
colored silk shift with spaghetti straps.  I left my hair in the lose weave
he'd created earlier.  The light on the headboard of my waterbed backlit me a
little and he sucked in his breath.

"Ti, you look like a dark haired angel with the light coming from behind you
like that."

He strode forward and kissed me passionately, pulling the ribbon and the
elastic band from my braid in one swift motion.  His fingers gently worked my
locks from the intricate design and my hair flowed free once again.  Rick
kicked off his sneakers and stripped off his jeans and shirt, standing before
me completely naked before grinning impishly and asking just how he was
supposed to lift me into my captain's bed.

"That's what the step stool is for!" I chided as I led him to the left side of
the bed where it sat.  

I got in and he followed, complaining that I must like sleeping on an iceberg.
I turned the heater on and covered us with the comforter.

"You'll just have to find inventive ways to keep warm until the water heats
up!"

I turned into his arms and we settled to kissing and exploring one another.
His cock, already at half mast when we got into bed, quickly rose to fullness
and pressed insistently against my thigh.  I reached down to stroke him and he
threw back the covers, exposing us both.  

"Two can play at this," Rick sighed as his fingers found their mark, toying
with my erect clit.  He bent and captured a hard silk covered nipple between
his teeth.  He nipped at it, eliciting a yelp of pleasure from me.  We
continued to stroke one another until he withdrew and pulling me to a kneeling
position, stripped the nightie from my form.  He placed a pillow near the
middle of the bed and directed me to lean over it with my ass in the air.

"I've never done this in a waterbed before, so if it doesn't go as planned,
don't laugh, okay?"  Rick asked with a grin.

I spread my legs a little.  "Well, the good news is that since I've never even
had sex before in my waterbed, I don't know what to expect.  It's hard to
disappoint without a reference point."

Rick positioned his swollen cock and began working it into me.  I was a little
sore from his size the last time, but I concentrated on relaxing.   As his
prick gained entry the soreness dissipated and all I could think of was how
very good it felt.  His slow, purposeful penetration worked me quickly to the
edge and as the waterbed rocked gently with our motion I came, moaning with
pleasure.

"You're too quick Ti!" Rick said without real complaint, pulling out and
throwing himself down beside me.  He pushed my tousled hair aside, kissing my
arm and neck.  "Make me come for you," he urged, "Ride me till I can't stop
coming."

I rested on my knees and looked at his lean form, seeing again the disparity
between frame and endowment as his huge cock jutted upward.  He pulled me
close and we kissed as I straddled his cock and sank slowly to the hilt.  The
base of his cock widened and stretched my pussy lips, causing me to shiver as
my clit responded to the stimulation.  

I sat back and placing my hands on his chest began to ride him with increasing
pace, gripping his cock with my inner muscles.  Rick's hands played with my
breasts and when he teased at the nipples, I did the same to him.  He groaned
at the sensation and I lost myself in his eyes as I continued to tease at the
little buds.

His dick throbbed in my pussy.  I reached back to fondle his balls and found
them tight and hard.  Rick moaned again as I moved up his cock, keeping just
the head in my wet pussy before sliding back down the entire length.

"Don't stop Ti, ummm, that's it," he urged.

"Don't talk unless you want me to come again Rick," I said as the raw
sensuality of his voice sent shockwaves of sensation straight to my filled
cunt.

"I do want you to come again," he said as his hips thrust up against me.

I slid my hands across his chest once more and, using my left hand, toyed with
a stiff brown nub while my right hand sought and found my aching clit.  Rick
watched as I fingered myself, occasionally touching the base of his cock.  I
was on the verge of climax, holding back only to try and bring him off.  I
didn't have long to wait.

"Oh god!  Yes, fuck me baby!  Do it to me!  Ahh yes, that's it, come with me
Ti!"

I shuddered as his words pushed me over the edge while his cock pulsed and
throbbed deep in my clenching pussy.  My climax seemed to last forever and
with each pulse of his cock, Rick groaned in pure pleasure.  I leaned forward
and my hair fell like a beaded curtain around us.  He reached up and drew my
head down for a  kiss.  His cock continued to twitch inside me for long
minutes, each movement sending fresh tremors through my body.

"You will kill me with pleasure Rick," I said as his dick slowly softened and
slid from my still-tense pussy.

I felt his come, shot so deep in me, edging ever closer to expulsion from my
snatch and moved to grab a hand towel I had left folded on my headboard to
staunch the sticky flow.

"Would that be so bad?" he asked sleepily.

"I don't know, depends on how many times I get laid before I die," I said as I
curled up next to him under the covers.  He snickered a little and pulled my
arm over his torso to hold my hand.  I slid into dreamland without another
thought. 
(Note to curious persons.  If you thought it odd that a teenaged boy be
interested in hair, clothes and makeup, and STILL be heterosexual, you'd be
slightly on track.  Rick, (Obviously not his real name for reasons that will
become clear in just another line or two.) went on to become a major make-
up/wardrobe person in Hollywierd.  We still trade birthday cards and pix of
his wife and kids inhabit my photo albums.)


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