| Carly, Chapter 7 I spent all day at the wedding. Most people outside the wedding party ignored me which suited me just fine. It was strangely restful but not productive. I immersed myself in the technicalities and trivia, blocking out the more important issues. A tall glass of Jack would have done the same trick, but not while I'm working. The newlyweds were young, probably too young, to appreciate the awesome commitment they were making. They were blind, and that was just the point. I hoped for their sakes that when they opened their eyes, and the lights went on, that the world revealed bore some resemblance to the fairytale they imagined. Unlike most photographers, I stayed around for the first dance. I slipped out for some herbal relief before dinner. If it weren't for weed, these things would be intolerable. Dinner wasn't bad but the speeches were predictable and boring, especially since I didn't really know the happy couple at all. After dinner, a smoke seemed even more appealing than it had earlier. Fortunately, it was a pleasant night and the fire exits had been blocked open to allow the sweet fragrant night air to circulate through the hall. I used the one up beside where the DJ was setting up. It had the benefit of being on the opposite end of the hall from the bar, where most of the guests had congregated. I found a little alcove outside and pulled one of the doobies I'd pre-rolled from the zip-top baggie in my purse. I was refreshing my mellow high when one of the ushers poked his head around the corner. I knew the kid was the younger brother of the bridegroom. I didn't know how much younger. Not being accomplished at guessing boys' ages, and with my perception impaired by the rented tux (and killer weed), I guessed he was mid-to-late teens. "I knew I smelled smoke the last time you went out," he said, sounding nervous but at the same time bold. "Any chance of a toke?" His smile was quite disarming and for some strange reason I thought he looked a lot like Darin. I only hesitated a second as a concern over his tender age impeded me, but in my slight intoxication I brushed it aside and handed the boy my doobie. I was relieved when he sucked the first lungful of smoke in like a pro. 'He's obviously done this before' I concluded, glad that I wasn't getting him started on a new vice. "You're Spencer's brother aren't you?" He nodded holding the smoke in and passing the joint back to me. "What's your name?" I asked pinching the smoldering roach and taking another deep lungful of its relaxing fumes. "Jake," he replied hoarsely, trying not to expend more air than was absolutely necessary to make his vocal chords work. He exhaled very slowly, having held the intoxicant in his lungs as long as possible. Handing our party favor back I asked, "When did ya start smokin' up, Jake?" My voice was that hoarse whisper unique to cannabis user's conversations; he was still pulling smoke into his lungs so I knew it would be a while before I'd get an answer. I could already see the change in his face, particularly his eyes. All of the nervous tension was gone and he looked unfocused. "A few months ago," he finally answered, as he passed the roach back to me. "Ya shoulda brought your girlfriend out ... I coulda smoked her up too," I offered before taking my next drag. His unfocused eyes went wide and he just stood there for a couple of seconds looking shocked. "You'd do that? Do ya really mean it?" The excitement in his voice was muted by the effects of the weed. The music started and I said, "Sure ... why not, but right now I gotta go ... you can go ahead and finish that." I brushed past him and hustled into the hall just as the MC was announcing the bride and groom. They were strolling hand in hand onto the dance floor, ringed with their friends and relatives. I grabbed the EOS and started shooting before I had even found the position I wanted. A verse from the song played in my head, drowning out the couple's first dance selection. 'Ya play your albums and ya smoke your pot ... and ya meet your girlfriend in the parking lot ... ah but still y'er aching for the things ya haven't got ... what went wrong?' At the rehearsed moment, the MC invited the best man and maid of honor to join, then the ushers and bridesmaids. I clicked away capturing each couple in turn. Jake was several inches shorter than his partner and I correctly surmised that it wasn't his girlfriend. The last couples specifically invited were the parents. As soon as I had half a dozen or so shots of each I headed back to my gear and started packing up. I heard the call for the rest of the guests to join in. Less than a minute later the sweet slow melody of the first dance song was replaced by loud wailing guitars and drums. These things were so predictable. The songs might be different but the tempo sequence was always the same. The DJ would now play four or five fast tunes to get everybody up and moving before bringing it down a notch or three by slipping in a slow one. Eddie Van Halen's guitar was screaming from the tower speakers as I started towards the exit. I was in the vestibule area between the hall and the outside door when I felt a hand on my upper arm. I turned and saw Jake with a petit blonde in tow. Even the well applied make up couldn't disguise the fact that she was very young. "Could we ... ya know ... have a smoke now?" His dilated pupils indicated that he may have already had enough. I glanced back at the girl who looked like she was scared or embarrassed; or both. Several thoughts tumbled through my slightly foggy brain. The first was that, like it or not marijuana was illegal. Slipping out of a wedding reception for a joint was—I'm sure—common enough. Standing around supplying two minors with contraband was just insane. Especially since anyone, including their parents were apt to come strolling by. I could have just given the lad a joint and been on my way, but something about his girlfriend's face made me have other thoughts. "Well we can't do it here," I informed the boy in the ill fitting rented tuxedo. His face dropped and more importantly to me, so did little Miss Sunshine's. "If ya wanna follow me I'm going back to my studio to drop off my equipment. We could do it there," I suggested. "I ... I can't drive," he confessed as though he was telling me that he wet the bed; he looked so embarrassed. The revelation told me that he was younger than I had first thought. Did that bother me; not in the least. I looked at the young teenaged couple's eager expectant faces. If I hadn't had two joints under my belt, I probably would have apologized and left them standing there disappointed. Instead I said, "You might have to take a cab back ... got any money?" The implication that I was agreeing to the party lit the youngster up like a pinball machine. "Yeah, yeah I got plenty," he enthused, reaching for his wallet as if to show me. "No, no..." I excused him, "That's fine I just wanna make sure you've got a way back. Come on lets go." I headed for my Escalade and had another thought, "Is there anybody you need to check in with?" "Naw, my dad's half in the bag already and mom won't be far behind," Jake replied gleefully. "What about you?" I said turning to the girl. "I have to be home by one," she answered in the sweetest, most innocent little girl voice I'd heard in quite some time. Without checking I knew that it was barely eight o'clock. "That's plenty of time." The Caddy squawked as I pressed the keyless entry button. Less than fifteen minutes later I was firing up the bong on the coffee table in my little sitting area. Jake watched in fascination while his girlfriend looked around the studio nervously. "What's her name?" I asked as I tested the euphoria dispenser. "Sarah," he replied, then added, "She's never tried it before." If I hadn't had my lungs full of the relaxation producing smoke I think I would have felt a little remorse at corrupting the pretty young thing, but as it was I just did a more thorough survey of her cuteness. Her strapless teal blue party dress had a very stiff looking full skirt. 'Kind of old fashioned' I thought 'I wonder if it was her mother's hand-me-down.' I handed the bong to Jake, who grabbed it quickly and took a deep drag. "Sarah?" I called out to his friend. She had the look of a person in a dentist's waiting room. "Wanna try some? Ya don't have to ya know," I said trying to ease my conscience. She ignored the comment and reached for the water pipe her boy friend was holding. "Take it nice and slow sweetheart. You have to take the smoke deep in your lungs and hold it there," I instructed. She took the pipe in her pouty little mouth. She followed directions perfectly and I was slightly surprised that there was no coughing or sputtering. 'She must have tried cigarettes' I concluded. I took the pipe back and, after taking a toke of my own, set it on the coffee table and guided her to the couch. Jake had already taken a seat right in the middle I maneuvered her to the seat beside him. When she was safely seated I sat at the boy's other shoulder. We took turns sucking down the cooled smoke for the next few minutes. I could see both of them getting progressively more stoned. I was riding a very pleasant high and started skipping my turn. They hardly even seemed to notice when I set up the video camera. Once that was done, I sat back on the sofa beside the boy. "So do you two fuck?" I asked casually. They both shook their heads with those distant eyes and silly grins. "Too bad," I commented, "cause 'fuckin' when you're high is a real kick ... ya know." "We almost did once," Jake said very slowly. "Trouble is we don't get too many chances." "Well you've got one right now if ya wanna," I encouraged looking at Sarah. "If you two wanna get it on, I don't mind." The girl was pretty stoned but managed to say, "Uh ... I've never ... uh, you know." "If ya don't wanna screw ya could just give him a blow job. It feels so cool to cum when you're high," I offered a less daunting alternative. "Uh ... I've never ... never done that either," she said still with the goofy but slightly embarrassed looking smile on her face. "Jake what have you been teaching this girl?" I asked turning my attention to the semi reclined young man. "Not too much," he confessed. "Like I said, we don't get too many chances." "All the more reason to take advantage of one when it comes along," I suggested. "Why don't you go ahead and blow him Sarah?" Her expression changed from that 'out of it' stoned grin to a perplexed look. Jake looked from his girlfriend then back to me. I was sizing up the crotch of the tux and saw definite signs of movement. 'He may not be as far gone as I thought, or at least his dick understands what we're talking about.' "I dunno what to do," she sighed helplessly in that little girl voice. "It's easy. Ya just take his dick in your mouth and suck on it like a lollipop." She looked confused, but I knew that the weed made this all seem unreal, like being awake in your own dream; sort of there but not. "I'll show you." I slipped off the couch and started working on the fastening of the tuxedo pants. The same dreamlike state kept me from really thinking about or even realizing what I was doing. Having no experience with this wardrobe, I surprised myself by having the sense to unbutton his suspenders before pulling the trousers down. Jake had his hips out at the edge of the sofa seat and his shoulders resting on the back. He had to shift a little to let the suspenders slide over his shoulders as I lowered his pants. When they'd reached his mid thigh, I reached back up and gripped the elastic waistband of his briefs. His boyhood twitched under the white cotton and I looked up at his handsome young face. His mouth was open and he was evidently experiencing a need for more air. As stoned as he was, the imminent exposure of his genitals was still dramatic enough to penetrate the fog. My own fog was penetrated too, when the semi hard teenaged penis came into view. Without thinking about it I automatically compared it to the only other one I'd seen in such a long time. He was definitely quite a bit bigger than Darin, but still relatively small by my dildo standards. He let out a deep groan when I gripped him with both hands. I was fascinated by how hot his stalk felt. I could feel the blood rushing in and the shaft stiffening quickly as held him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sarah shift on the couch until she was nearly right above me. With a medium sort of pressure I pumped his organ up and down a few times. 'I've never done this before.' I realized, as his member achieved its full potential. Kneeling there in front of the teenager's knees, with my forearms on his thighs and my hands wrapped around his cock, I paused to take stock. 'Where the hell did this come from? Until Heather abused that kid the other day I hadn't even thought about a cock in years ... now here I am about to give fellatio instructions when I've never actually done it myself. How whacked is that?' I couldn't deny that I had an urgent desire to feel his hard-on in my mouth. My pussy throbbed at the thought. 'Fine time to discover you're bi-sexual!' I closed my mouth over the purple bulb tasting his salty musk. I ran my tongue over the silky smooth head and felt a cramp in my pussy as I thought how different this was than licking pussy. Moving my head down, I took more and more of his shaft in my mouth. I was over halfway to the tight pubic curls when I felt the tip starting to enter my throat. I knew about the gag reflex and that it took some practice to deal with it, so I wasn't going there. I applied some suction and moved my head back up until just the knob was still between my lips. Jake was groaning and making sounds I was more accustomed to hearing in a higher register. I repeated my up and down head movement a couple of times, amazed by how much saliva I was producing. My spit was trickling down his shaft onto my hands, which were still holding the base. There was a squishy, popping sound when I released his penis on one of my sucking up strokes. "See ... it's easy," I said looking over at the blonde cutie. She was looking down from above me with as much concentration as her stoned condition allowed. I enjoyed pumping slowly up and down on his saliva coated boyhood. "You try it," I suggested moving a little out of the way, but still holding the base of his woody. Her pretty head with the yellow curls pinned on top descended. I had such an urge to kiss those succulent pouty lips that now wrapped themselves around her boyfriend's dick that I had to restrain myself. I wanted to throw the teenaged doll back on the couch and really demonstrate my oral talents; talents that had the advantage of experience behind them. Sarah was tentative at first but very quickly, I thought, joined into the spirit of the thing. I only watched from the floor for a moment before taking up a position behind the girl on the couch. I began to stoke her satiny shoulders above the blue strapless dress as her head moved up and down Jake's pole. The boy's moans and groans were getting louder but I didn't care. I slid the zipper down Sarah's back as far as it would go. Being strapless, the top of the dress fell on her upper legs leaving only her equally strapless bra covering her upper body. Without a second's hesitation I unfastened the hooks and teen Maidenform also dropped the short distance to her lap. The silky flesh felt surprisingly warm as I ran my hands over the naked expanse of her back. I could see the waistband of her panties, and knew they were thong style because I could also see where the crotch ribbon disappeared between the cheeks of her firm young ass. Still caressing her back I moved to the side to peek at her chest. The immature mounds were bigger than I thought. The strapless bra, of necessity tight over her bust, had squashed the pubescent boobies quite a bit. By the sounds Jake was making, I reckoned that his girlfriend was enjoying a spectacular debut. She was bobbing her head and slurping as if she was born to it. When I reached around and started to squeeze her firm titties, she started a moaning chorus of her own. I felt her pebble hard nipples in my palms so I backed off and pinched the sensitive little nubbins. This drew a deep groan and made her whole body squirm. "Play with his balls honey ... squeeze 'em just a bit, but very gently," I whispered in her ear. She followed my advice, and though I was no expert on male orgasms, I recognized that she was in for a surprise really, really soon. Jake let out a primal scream and thrust upward, which eliminated any possibility of Sarah avoiding the first, most powerful and voluminous squirt. She may have heard about this in health class but I'm pretty sure she never realized the force a fifteen year old cock could generate— 'was he fifteen?' It was just a guess. She choked, coughed and pulled away resulting in the second and third ejaculations hitting her chin and throat. Jake grabbed his own cock since his girlfriend was now too shocked to participate—not to mention she wouldn't probably have had the knowledge to keep going anyway. The balance of his prolific teenage sperm delivery drained down the side of his dick as he pumped it to the conclusion. I wanted to comfort the novice cocksucker, and I did put my arm around her as she sat up, but I had no experience with taking a load of semen in the face and frankly wasn't all that turned on by the prospect. She seemed to take it well. After initially gargling with her boyfriend's seed, she managed to swallow without heaving and wiped her dripping mouth and chin on her forearm in a very matter of fact manner. I was kind of impressed. "Great job sweetheart!" I congratulated her on Jake's behalf. The poor young man was still semi reclined, holding his deflating prick and moaning like a kid who'd eaten too much ice cream. She looked at me with the somewhat distant gaze of a person who is more than a little stoned and smiled. "Why don't I see what I can do for you," I suggested sinking to the floor again and lifting her frilly stiff skirt. I was not surprised to find the crotch of her thong saturated. Between the slender almost skinny pubescent thighs, I inhaled deeply her sweet aromatic fragrance. I then faced a moment of indecision; do I pull the thong off or just shift it to the side? The urgency being dictated by my salivating mouth and pounding pussy chose the quicker alternative. The thong was very stretchy and it took no effort to pull it all the way over to her thigh. I was looking at the evidence of her true blondeness, neatly trimmed to frame her demure slit. That's when I realized that although her feet were fairly wide apart her knees were pinching in. I had to reach up and push her poofy skirt down to see her face. Despite her stoned condition and her aroused state, having someone between her legs with their face inches from her girlhood resulted in an automatic protective response. "Open up honey ... I'm not going to hurt you," I said as soothingly as I could. I applied some outward pressure on her knees but she resisted. "Relax sweetheart you've earned a reward ... just sit back and enjoy it." Her legs still didn't yield. 'She needs another toke or two' was my assessment so I stopped pushing and joined her on the couch. I would have liked to stroke her hair but with it all piled in that upswept 'do' all I could stroke was the back of her neck. She had an amazingly concerned expression on her face considering how much grass she'd smoked. I kissed her forehead and then her cheek. I whispered in her ear, "What's wrong honey... ? I just want to make you feel good like you did for Jake." Who by the way was still pretty much out of it. "But ... but you're a girl ... a woman ... we're not supposed to..." "Who knows better how to make a woman feel really good than another woman?" I countered. She didn't respond immediately so I re-fired the bong. "Here sweetie this will help," I said offering her the water pipe. She took it and pulled in a lung full but exhaled much too quickly. "Relax honey ... take your time ... you deserve it." Her next toke was more relaxed, deeper and slower. I could see the starriness returning to her eyes as I slipped to the floor once more. She had the delicious cooled smoke all to herself now and was taking full advantage. She sucked in deeply then tipped her head back allowing time for her cardio-pulmonary system to process the intoxicant. This time when I pushed out on her knees there was virtually no resistance. I ducked under the stiff skirt and reacquired my target. With her thighs wide open the bright pink groove between the sparsely haired outer lips presented itself. While Sarah intoxicated herself with the herbs, I got high on the aroma of her arousal. Pulling the thong out of the way once again I scooped up a tongue full of her pure juices, swiping the gash from bottom to top. She made a sound that was like all the air being let out of her. I pressed her skirt down again so I could see her face. She was no longer sucking on the pipe. She held it in her left hand but her right was stroking her boobs. I took this for a green light and went to work in earnest on her pussy. I was licking and sucking contentedly feeling her hips shift and wriggle. She kept moaning her appreciation right up until the final tensing. I was now on very familiar ground and recognized her impending orgasm immediately. I slowed right down allowing the sensation to percolate. My own pussy throbbed in sympathy as I felt her climax building. I hoped for her sake that she had at least masturbated to orgasm before now. If this was to be her first, with a tongue in her pussy and on a chemical high to boot, it was going to be a really hard act to follow. I don't know if she squirted but there was suddenly a lot of extra juice to lap up; which I did joyously. I rocked back on my heels to take in the vision of the enraptured teenager clutching the bong and making contented little noises as her climax subsided. Off to my left Jake had apparently revived. He was stoking his nearly rigid member as he watched me tongue his girlfriend to climax. I caught sight of the up and down motion out of the corner of my eye. The affect it had on me was unexpected. My pussy was burning, yearning, churning; it wanted his cock. I stood up and stripped in record time. I don't think I've ever shed all my clothing as fast in my life. Straddling his pubescent frame I wiggled the not quite rigid dick-head against my well lubricated vulva. I could almost feel his rise to full hardness coinciding with the descent of my hips. My knees were braced against the front of the couch seat and it was easy to develop a rhythm posting up and down on the diamond hard adolescent penis. After I straddled him, Jake's dick massaging hands had sort of fallen to the side. I took him by the wrists and pulled his hands up to my needy boobs. He immediately responded and began squeezing my pliable melons. I didn't know for sure, but I had the strong feeling that he had not had very many tits in his hands before; and probably none as full as mine. Like his girlfriend, he proved to be a quick study. Within seconds he was more than just massaging. His thumbs were stroking the ridged tips pinching and twisting. He wasn't as big as my dildos but there was definitely something about his hot pulsating hardness that made it feel completely different. At the bottom of each stroke my clit bumped his pubic bone sending an erotic thrill pulsing through me. When I saw his face contorting I knew he was close. My pussy seemed to sense his impending climax too and clamped down—hard. It was the pressure on my vaginal walls that did it for me. The rush of heat and pleasure shot up from between my legs and overwhelmed me. I pumped really fast several times as my orgasm peaked. I sat there long enough to enjoy the expression of pure bliss on Jake's face. I picked up my clothes and went to the washroom to clean up. When I returned the two stoned teenagers hadn't moved much. I tossed each of them a towel and was happy to see that they were both 'with it' enough to wipe themselves off. Jake managed to get himself back together looking a bit rumpled but otherwise not much the worse for wear. I took Sarah to the washroom and touched up her make up and hair until she looked reasonably presentable. I was still naked when I called them a cab. Not much was said before they left. Jake and Sarah looked stunned and stoned. If I hadn't been so high myself I might have been worried about how they would behave and be received back at the wedding reception. Feeling mellow and very satisfied, I killed the lights and lay down on the cot. I was asleep very quickly, contentedly curled up in the sheet. One of the beauties of an herbal high as opposed to alcohol one was no hangover the next morning. I woke up ravenously hungry. I quickly showered, dressed and sped to the nearest restaurant. I occupied the time between the coffee being served and the arrival of my omelet lecturing myself. 'What the hell are you doing Carly? Isn't your life complicated enough?' I really questioned the wisdom of fucking Jake. 'You were stoned', I excused myself. 'There's no such thing as wisdom when you're high!' The thing was; I wasn't even sure what put the idea of fucking him in my head. The new confusion about my sexuality brought Heather and the relationship I envisioned—wanted—yearned for drifting into my mind. I thought the similarities between our mid-life sexual transitions were rather remarkable. She'd told me about her experiences in the desert. About how she'd had repressed fantasies about sex with another woman, but was scared and embarrassed by them until fate made them a reality. I thought my situation was similar but in the opposite direction. 'Wait a second! After last night are you now labeling yourself bi-sexual?' It was quite a leap. 'Heather's not bi-sexual she's a full-blown man-hating lesbian', at least that was the opinion I had formed after her mistreatment of the unfortunate teenager from the warehouse. 'To follow that lead you'd have to become a committed heterosexual ... that's not gonna happen' I concluded as my food arrived. The absurdity of the idea made me smile. I ate thoughtfully, pondering my red haired lover's evident malice toward the opposite sex. It wasn't healthy. The question was; could I live with it? If I couldn't, what were the alternatives? I don't know why, when the concept of alternatives materialized, that my first thought was Amy Mitchell ... no, not Amy actually, it was her mother that came to mind. 'What the hell does that mean? I wondered. Which lead me back to considering the long awaited, and sometimes prayed for, meeting with the Mitchells. I wandered back to my studio feeling more confused and uneasy than I had ever felt in my life. It was so much easier when you didn't care about people. That's what it all boiled down to. Girls came and girls went. We used each other, and in most cases the relationship never evolved beyond that. The reason my relationship with the Mitchells was different was obvious; how, exactly, the adorable redhead had managed to steal my heart was less so. Being the coward that I am ( add that label to the list ), I threw myself into work rather than dealing with the emotional turmoil. I half filled the coffee cup with Tennessee sour mash as I downloaded yesterday's photos. I was working on the wedding pics for half an hour before I noticed the message light flashing on the phone. "Hi it's Tracy ... I was just wondering if you've got anything new for me to work on. Anyway gimme a call ... you've got the number ... kisses." Sweet adorable Tracy; I hadn't heard from her in weeks. I wondered if she knew Lucia and her cousin were in. 'Probably' I surmised. 'What kind of nasty little project could I imagine for her? She might make a good partner for Cherry ... nah too similar, contrast is always better. Maybe with Lisa ... oops, Caitlin has dibs on that one. Why not all three?' I wondered as I topped off the amber elixir in my mug. 'Here I go again, editing photos with my mind elsewhere!' I forced myself to focus on the pictures of the wedding party. One usher in particular wrecked my concentration. Seeing Jake smiling back at me from the wedding party shots made my pussy start to twitch. I was flashing back on the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of me when the phone rang. "Hi ... it's, uh ... uh, Darin." He stumbled over his own name and I had to search my memory for a moment to recall who he was. It was funny because if it had been a girl I would have remembered immediately. There was a hell-of-a-lot fewer boys who might call me, so you'd think I'd make the connection very easily—not so. "I was there uh, the other day ... with you and your ... your ... friend," he stammered. "You put your um ... card in my pocket." 'Heather's victim!' the coin finally dropped. Truth be told, I barely recalled putting the card in his pocket—much less why. "I ... I was wondering why ya gave me your card." 'That makes two of us sweetie' I didn't say. 'Think fast Carly ... say something.' "Well honey I thought my ... uh ... friend was a little hard on you the other day. I guess I thought I owed you an apology." "It wasn't that bad," he said with a chuckle in his voice. "So you didn't mind being teased like that?" "Well I'd rather have ... you know ... gotten a little closer to the action, but it was a pretty awesome show!" he confessed enthusiastically. "Ya looked pretty scared." "I was worried about getting caught cutting class," he confided. "My grades aren't all that great and if I get caught I'll get grounded for like a month." "I'm glad you weren't traumatized," it was my turn to chuckle. "So why did you give me y'er card?" "Did you know I took pictures while you were ... uh ... uh standing there ... um, watching?" "I ... uh, kinda thought you did," he replied. "How do ya feel about that?" "I'd like to see 'em." There was definitely excitement in his voice. "Would you be interested in posing for ... uh, more pictures like that?" I could hardly believe I'd said it! 'I gave him that card before the incident with Jake. What the hell is that ... precognition?' "Will your friend be there?" It was hard to read his tone. I sure wouldn't have blamed him for wanting to see more of Heather. Actually there wasn't a lot more to see—just to see it all again is what I mean. "Probably not honey. But there could be somebody here that you'd like just as much ... maybe more." I was thinking of Tracy. 'She's into the hetero side ... I could at least ask.' "Uh ... yeah ... yeah sure," he finally said after a thoughtful pause. He didn't sound nearly as cocky and self-assured as he had before. "OK, give me your number and I'll see what I can arrange." I scribbled his phone number on my note pad and concluded by saying, "I'll be in touch." After I hung up the phone my coochie really started to throb. I called Tracy. She sounded excited, if a little dubious of my idea, but she agreed and I asked her to come over around four. Darin sounded a lot more enthusiastic about the shoot than she did when I called him back and he also agreed. I told him three. 'I might have to take a cold shower so I can finish these boring wedding photos' I thought—but I didn't do it. I was proud of myself for settling down to work. I finished the wedding shoot and transferred it to CD. I was labeling the disc when he walked in. Glancing at the clock in the bottom corner of my screen I realized that he was twenty minutes early. "Well you're pretty eager I see," I said, reacquainting myself with his slender teenaged frame. The baggy clothes made it hard to see much. "Yeah, I rode my bike over," he told me as if that explained why he was early. "It's good timing; I just finished what I was working on. Do ya wanna see your pics?" "Yeah!" he said nodding for emphasis, but he didn't move from the doorway. I clicked open his file. "Come on over here I won't bite ... OK maybe just a little," I giggled. I don't think he got it but he did come over beside my desk which is when I noticed how much he was shaking. That's adorable!' I thought as I started the show. In the first pictures he was fully clothed. It was surprising how evident his hard-on was even covered by the baggy jeans. "These are raw," I informed him, "I haven't had a chance to touch anything up or get rid of any misfires. I'm see'n them for the first time too." The jeans hit the floor and there were five or six shots of the distorted white jockeys before he removed the tightie whities. I thought I heard him suck in a deep breath when his incredibly rigid boyhood came on display. Again there were half a dozen, maybe ten shots. Then—and I didn't recall having done this—I moved so that Heather was in the foreground. Her dress was hanging from her waist and she had one of those incredible melons up to her lips. This time I heard the sharp intake of breath—a gasp really. The slide show continued to play, about five or six seconds per frame. My attention was diverted to the live article standing beside me. It was Yogi Berra's 'déjà vu all over again'. The front of the baggy trousers was being moved by an undistinguishable, but not unidentified, force. "Doesn't she have the most perfect titties?" I prompted. Darin nodded, although I don't think he knew I was looking at him. His eyes were glued to the screen. Over the next minute ten more shots of Darin and his twitching erection flashed on the screen; all of them complimented by the cause of his agitated state in the foreground. I took the opportunity to unbutton my blouse. "I think I have pretty nice boobs too," I said as I pulled my bra up over them. I think it was the movement that captured his attention more than the words. I was cradling my heavy mams, lightly squeezing to demonstrate their softness. His dick made a valiant bid for freedom. The front of his pants jerked and of course held fast. The grunt he made thrilled me right between my legs. I had stolen the attention from the gorgeous redhead on the computer screen. I doubted if I would have been able to do it if she had been there for real. I suspected the boy had seen his share of pictures of boobs but very few in the flesh. "Do you like them ... do you like my breasts?" I asked, my voice low and whisky husky. I began to thumb my semi erect nipples until they were at nearly full attention. A stream of pleasure pulses raced through the nerve conduit that connected my sensitive nips directly to my clit. My boy toy grabbed himself through his jeans and he squealed like a little girl, which didn't bother me in the least. "Why don't ya take that out and let it have some air?" I suggested. I gave my dark reddish-brown pegs a firm pinch, which made me squeal like a little girl; I didn't mind that either. Darin unzipped and fished inside for just a second before his fist emerged holding his stiff cock. As I mentioned, I hadn't really seen that many woodies in real life. I had only ridden my first one the night before so I was curious ... no, I was fascinated! "Can I hold it ... let me hold it," I pleaded looking up at him with the most wide eyed innocent look my thirty-eight year old face could muster. When he took his hand off his dick it twitched wildly. Tenderly I claimed hold of it and was reacquainted with how hot an erect penis was, hot and hard! I wasn't moving it much, just enough that by also moving my head around I could examine the pubescent prick from every angle. The veiny, lumpy organ seemed to be trying to squirm out of my hand and a droplet of moisture had formed on the tip. Darin was making a moaning sound that had become a steady hum as I scrutinized his boyhood. I'd been a little too high and frankly unprepared last night to really give the male equipment the kind of thorough going over that I would always give a new vulva. Unprepared in that, right up until Sarah told me she didn't know how to suck dick, I had no intention of even touching her boyfriend. As soon as I took his pants off, I had a complete change of heart. Now I wanted it all. Even when I released him he continued to moan. I looked up at him as I started to unfasten the button closure of his waistband. He was looking down at me with such a pathetic expression on his face that I thought he was going to cry. Just like last time, the heavy baggy denim needed no encouragement to fall. With the jeans around his ankles, his pecker twitched a few times standing straight up through the slit in his underwear. It was easier than I thought to pull the briefs down. His dick simply lowered with the white cotton until it was pulled back through the slit of the descending jockeys. Once it cleared, it sprang back to its nearly vertical position. For some stupid reason it reminded me of that 'whack-a-mole' game at the carnival. Now I had full view and access to all his maleness. 'How many women my age could say they'd never held a scrotum in their hand?' Not many, I suspected, as I cradled a set of testicles for the very first time. They felt wonderful! I rolled them around with my fingers exploring the soft delicate droopy flesh of his sack and feeling the twin orbs inside float around. Darin was now grunting in a very rhythmic way. Looking back up to his rigid member there was a trickle of pearly fluid running down the front. I knew he was going to ejaculate very soon and I'd better decide quickly how I was going to handle it. 'What did it taste like?' I had a bit of a sample from Sarah's face last night—it wasn't bad. 'Not as good as pussy juice ... but ah what the hell ... ya kinda owe the kid one.' Rising up on my knees while still holding his teenaged nuts, I gripped his shaft more firmly than I had before and took the dribbling head in my mouth. He screamed and I swear his balls tried to jump out of my hand. a jet of thick cream hit the back of my throat and I swallowed quickly, not tasting anything, knowing that there was lots more to come (yeah I coulda said cum). The sounds he was making were downright frightening as he discharged three or four more times. After the second or third I took a notion to start sucking. I felt the boy put his hands on top of my head and start a wail that became more and more shrill until it probably went above the frequency the human ear could detect. I had to move quickly forward when his knees buckled because I was still holding his bag. I managed to release it or I'm sure the yank on his sack would have been even more painful than the impact of his ass hitting the hard wooden floor. The groaning teenager made a general grab at his privates as if to make sure they were still there. I knelt over him now tasting his salty vaguely vinegary tasting seed. His panting and groaning was subsiding when I got up to fetch a face cloth and towel. I was cleaning the residual leakage and my spit from his deflating member with the warm wash cloth when Tracy walked in. She was also much earlier than I'd told her. I really wished I had a picture of the look on her face. "Don't worry sweetie, I'm sure he has plenty left for you." Her eyes were on the nearly flaccid penis and open pretty much as wide as they could go. 'I don't think she's ever seen one before' was the thought that occurred to me. 'That pretty much answers the question about how far her and her boyfriend had gone.' She just stood there gaping. That's when Darin returned to the planet and moaned, "Oh yeah!" |