Author: Pescador del Valle Title: David's New Life Part: Chapter 1 of 6 Universe: Doppelganger Summary: A young man follows his older sister's example to learn that lust and love can involve more than one other person. Keywords: mf, oral Language: English Copyright: 2010 ********************************************* * WARNING! * * This text file contains sexually explicit * * material. If you do not wish to read this * * type of literature, or you are under age, * * PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! * ********************************************* Comments appreciated : see Pescador del Valle on www.asstr.org/authors.html ********************************************************* Prologue : Kaitlyn Norton, usually known as Katie, was discovered fooling around with her friend Tyler by Tina, the female relation of Justin - one of their classmates. What had seemed a disastrous meeting turned out instead to be the beginning of not one or two but three wonderful friendships as another girl Leslie joined them and ended up falling in love with Tyler as Katie fell for Justin. Rather than simply pairing off, they continued with their teenage orgies of discovery in the basement of Katie's house, unaware at first that Katie's younger brother David had built a bug that allowed him to listen in on their lusty activities. When Leslie was seen kissing Tyler in public by a homophobic ex-friend Ainslie, the group banded together and sought David's electrical expertise to find a way to get back at the malicious Ainslie. They had succeeded and Ainslie had found herself in more trouble than she had made for the lesbian couple. Keeping an electronic ear out to avoid any backlash from Ainslie the group were horrified to find she was being abused by one of her father's friends. Once again David had helped and they had made an uneasy peace with Ainslie by rescuing her and potentially her younger sisters as well. ********************************************************* A review of the main characters from the Doppelganger Universe. The Norton's - (parents) Wesley and Michelle Kaitlyn or Katie 16, David 15 The Roger's - Malcolm and Bernice Justin 16 Katie's boyfriend Tina 16 Justin's "twin" sister but they are thought by most to be cousins The Waters' - Megan Tyler 17 The Frost's - Edward and Vivien Leslie 16, almost 17 Deborah 14 The Weston's - Clay Ainslie 16, almost 17 Sophie 15 Jill 13 The Villain - Richie Oldes - now defeated! ********************************************************* "Thank you." Ainslie's sentiment was genuine, its expression unforced and accepted generously. "Is there anything I can do to repay you?" Katie responded to Ainslie's thanks on behalf of the five of them. "We don't need repaying, though we do appreciate the offer; we couldn't let that bastard continue. There is one thing you *COULD* do if you want but it's only a suggestion." She paused. "My brother is a wiz at making electronic doodads and helped us get the info on Ritchie, though he doesn't know anything about him particularly or why we needed it; and especially not that it had anything to do with you." Ainslie wondered where this was going. "We planned on rewarding him for a job well done but, if you wish, you could do that instead. The Freshman 'End of Year' Dance is coming up; I know that's not something you or we would normally be involved with. David is going and I know he likes you. He hasn't got a date yet and I wondered if you would consider going with him?" (He likes me? I think I know who he is but when has he even noticed me?) "He's not unattractive and he's not a jerk", Leslie added. "I would go but he's not likely to ask me or Tyler." Katie added, "Tina has said she will if you don't want to but I think he would rather it was you. I know it's not just the cred he might get by bringing an older date. He does think you're attractive. Sorry, now it sounds like we're pressuring you." Ainslie was silent for a while. "I'll think about it. Get him to ask me himself and I'll see." She looked at Leslie and Tyler. "Sorry" They understood. It was only a little but it was enough and it was never too late. Things would never be comfortable between them again - they couldn't be sure Ainslie wouldn't revert and Ainslie couldn't accept their behaviour - it was more they agreed to simply disagree which really was all Leslie and Tyler had wanted from the start. ----- "I *AM* serious! Just trust me and ask Ainslie to be your date." "You're not yanking my chain are you? Why would she be interested in me? And when have you and she been so pally for you to find out? Why do you think she's all okay after what she did to Tyler and Leslie? You're not using me to get her into more trouble are you?" "I don't want more trouble for Ainslie and I don't think she wants to make any more trouble for us. In fact, you should forget all about it *AND* about the first bugs you made. Don't mention either to Ainslie though she has some idea about the latest ones." That puzzled David. He had thought they had been further tools in an ongoing quest to bring Ainslie down. Maybe he should take his sister's advice. ----- "Thank you for asking. Yes, I'll go with you." Nine small words. Okay, perhaps ten, be a pedant! Nine words that committed Ainslie to spending an evening with someone maybe seventeen or eighteen months her junior - a big gap at their ages but for some reason acceptable when the other way around. She wondered if the others intention had been to humiliate her; if so they would be disappointed. She had been shunned to a large degree by her own classmates on her return to school - what could be more humiliating than what had already happened to her. Their own dance would not be a pleasant evening for her so why shouldn't she enjoy herself with a less critical group. At least she wouldn't have to spend the evening trying to get her former friends to stay near her long enough to talk to them; the younger students might at least do that much! The boy, Katie's brother ... (David! She had to remember) wasn't bad to look at - Leslie had at least spoken the truth there - and he had filled out more than many in his class. He at least looked as though he was old enough to partner her. He was a bit geeky, but spoke nicely and with a reasonable show of confidence - neither cocky nor petrified about asking for a date from someone who might have been less than cordial in her rejection. Certainly there were plenty of boys in her own classes who would have acted stupidly, trying to impress her. It had put her off most of them a couple of years ago and the months expecting Ritchie to return hadn't made it any easier to find someone. How could you get close to a boyfriend if you might have to turn him away when you couldn't bear his touch because of something someone else was doing to you? No, an evening in David's (D-a-v-i-d, *DAVID*!) company seemed a very small price to pay for her freedom from that fear, for herself or for her sisters. She wondered how her sister Sophie would react to the news she was going to the dance with David; she shared most of her classes with him. ----- The teacher's had grading meetings scheduled for the Friday afternoon of the dance so the whole school was given the afternoon off. It gave the girls who were attending time to primp themselves up (for some reason the boys required far less effort) and meant the supervising teachers and parents didn't have to give up yet another weekend evening. David's father drove him to pick up his date. To David's relief, after a polite hello he acted as the inconspicuous chauffeur rather then the interfering Dad. Wesley Norton could remember when his own father took him and his date to a school dance, he hadn't met his wife Michelle then - she didn't appear on the scene for four more years and then it took another one before they started dating - but he had fond memories of the night, and some "interesting" dates with the girl over the following weeks. As he looked at the girl accompanying his son in the rear view mirror he couldn't help thinking how nice it would be to have her in his arms, to fondle that nice young body and to learn about love all over again. He shook his head; he really was just the dirty old man Michelle gratefully complained he was. The girl was far too young for him to even fantasize about though she did look older than his son's fifteen years. He hoped they had a "nice" time. "Ainslie's father is picking us up", said David as they got out of the car. "Thanks for bringing us." "Okay then. Have fun. Nice to meet you Ainslie." He pulled out from the curb, careful to avoid the many pedestrians and the arriving and departing traffic. "Well, not much notice but maybe Shelley would like a nice evening out with her D-O-M." --- To Ainslie's surprise she did have fun. Her sister didn't object to her presence and the other girl's followed Sophie's lead. The boys obviously thought it was cool to have an older girl as a partner and the attention they directed towards Ainslie was the only thing likely to have marred the other girls' attitude. Fortunately all blame was directed at the boys themselves. As in any such group of pre-legal teens, some of the students had brought flasks or flat bottles of spirits with them. Only a couple had been detected by the teachers who had done exactly the same thing when they were younger so had no doubts whatsoever what was causing the suspicious bulges. They had to make a show of controlling the underage drinking and selected those students who had caused them grief in one way or another throughout the year to be the token sacrifices. Generally confiscation was sufficient punishment, the teachers being generous in their leniency. "I'll let you off with a warning *THIS* time but if you step out of line again you'll have to deal with this as well!" How the student's could afford some of the excellent scotch or drink some of the garbage they found was beyond them. The teachers even managed to sample a little of it then and there - purely to check that they hadn't accused the students unjustly; it might just be cordial in the bottle. The smarter boys, and the girls who weren't about to be left out of things, had *THEIR* alcohol strapped to the girls' legs. There were a few longer gowns but even the shorter dresses could hide a flask or two if the girls had something to hold to the front or to the side. A couple were walking like cowboys back from a day in the saddle and one clinked each time she walked because the twin bottles had shifted between her legs. Garters were apparently in that year - and not only for concealing the drinks. An attractive flash of contrasting coloured satin and lace tended to draw the boys eyes when the garters appeared on a carefully crossed leg or through a daringly slit gown. They were also useful later on in the evening when the girls could adjust their position to establish the limits to which their escorts wandering hands were permitted to explore. Though David hadn't brought any booze himself, his friends were generous and he shared a few mixes with Ainslie; it was more reassuring for the girls to know their dates were drinking from the same cups. There were infrequent but cautionary instances of date rape drugs being administered and that way the girls didn't have quite as much to worry about. They shared the drinks but Ainslie always seemed much thirstier than he was. With her father inclined to hit the bottle Ainslie had eschewed alcohol for other forms of intoxication; she didn't like smoking so weed had also been a turn off. Instead an outing with her friends had introduced her to ecstasy; she had been an instant convert. She couldn't always get out to the raves and parties so had hoarded her money and bought several tablets which had been hidden for her personal use when the time seemed right. Their inexplicable appearance at school and the subsequent hassles had meant she had no further opportunities for that temptation. The offer of a spiked soft drink had seemed an attractive and sociable alternative. It had made the dance seem more sociable as well. David had shared her cup, imbibing a little but, sensitive to his parents' displeasure if he was caught, he had exercised more restraint and had missed the buzz Ainslie and some of the others had shared. Ainslie had a good time; she danced, she talked, she laughed. It was quite a change from the last few weeks of her life. David was nice enough though she didn't see him as serious material for at least a couple more years. Sophie might do so; Ainslie hadn't found out what she really thought of him. Sophie had been asked weeks ago, popular enough that her date didn't want to miss his chance. When the dance was drawing to a close the last numbers were deliberately slower with the lighting far more subdued. The older students were allowed more leeway and their dances were held in almost pitch blackness with strobe lighting and laser effects providing enough illumination to see who you were with or where you were going. This crowd were under the teachers' more watchful eye. Like the alcohol, they knew what boys and girls were capable of getting up to and letting that go unchecked could have more serious effects than a hangover. As the lights dimmed David held Ainslie closer, enjoying the feel of her body nestling against his without trying to crush the life out of her. Her breasts were softly squishy against his chest, her cheek rested against his shoulder and her arms circled David's neck as his hands rested on her hipbones, fingers spread over her waist. David hadn't tried to kiss Ainslie though others around the room were taking the opportunity to try to inflame their partner's passions before they had to leave. It just hadn't seemed that sort of a date. Ainslie had been warm and friendly but there hadn't been the sort of persistent eye contact that indicated she wanted him. He wasn't hurt, nor really disappointed. He had asked her out because, when his sister had hinted Ainslie might accept, it seemed an interesting idea; he had been too late asking a couple of the girls he might have found interesting (without being sure if they would have said yes) and couldn't decide among the remaining girls likely to be available (likewise). None of his classmates or acquaintances had given him any reason to believe they were waiting for his call, none really stood out as being worth calling. It wasn't a physical thing, though those with a great figure had tended to already have someone and were presumed "asked" for months before. At fifteen, many of the girls were still girlish rather than womanly and the boys often infantile. That their bodies, and hormones, were often racing ahead of their brains was just a fact of teenage life. Ainslie had at least the combination of good looks, a good body and a couple of added years maturity to make her a worthwhile date. He only hoped he hadn't made too many blunders that would have offended her and made her wish she had said "No" when he had asked for the date. He didn't think he had messed up but he could understand that a fifteen year old boy and a sixteen or seventeen year old girl would see things differently. He had tried to act more maturely than some of his companions. If anyone had bothered to ask Ainslie she would have told them he had succeeded; she had been impressed. --- When Ainslie left the hall with David in the midst of a crowd of raucous students at the end of the night the cool air made her head suddenly spin. "Oh boy!" she muttered under her breath while trying not to show how light-headed she felt. It was one thing for the students to sneak a little alcohol into a dance - that was a tradition that the teachers knew about and tried to downplay - it was something totally different to pass out or throw up especially in front of all the parents arriving to pick up their little darlings. As one of the oldest present Ainslie knew it wouldn't be the younger ones who would be blamed if she was drunk, and after her other woes she didn't need any more trouble at school. She took a deep breath and steadied herself. "Funny though", she thought, "other than the spinning which settled down pretty well straight away, I don't feel any different." She brushed her hand over the top of her head; she could feel her hair - each individual filament - as it bunched up. Sophie had gone home with her date's father, preferring to share his company rather than crowd into her own father's car with him, David, and Ainslie. Ainslie, sorry she had let her father insist on coming for them, waited patiently with David as other cars came and went. They talked quietly, initially with others but then just the two of them, until Ainslie realised her father had let her down yet again. She mentally kicked herself though he had been better lately - almost reliable; good enough that she had taken him at his word. "We'd better walk. It's not that far and you can call your Dad from there if my father's not able to take you home." Though she emphasised the word "able" to herself David didn't notice anything special. In fact David didn't mind the opportunity to spend some more time at Ainslie's side. She was good enough company and he was male enough to appreciate her femininity. As they walked through the quite streets the conversation turned to each other's interests. It was much easier without the music and other people around. They had only gone a block or so when Ainslie's foot, encased in a shoe that wasn't really designed for hiking, found an irregularity in the concrete pavement. That would have made her stumble even without the effect of the whiskey. Under the circumstances she had no hope of stopping herself hitting the ground. David caught her as she plunged forward, one hand seizing her arm as his other arm provided a buffer that halted her and then lowered her gently the last few centimetres. Ainslie turned and took both of David's hands in hers as he helped her to her feet. "Wow. Great reflexes. Looks like I have to thank you for saving me all over again." "Saving *YOU*? I don't understand?" "You made some devices recently for your sister and her friends didn't you?" "Yes." "Well they were helping me. So I suppose I have you to thank, right?" They had been simply walking side by side before but now Ainslie took David's hand and kept hold as they walked on. She volunteered no further information and David, though puzzled, sensibly took advantage of the increased intimacy without asking questions that might make the moment awkward. When they had to let go briefly to navigate their way around some bins left by the sidewalk, David firstly took hold of Ainslie's elbow instead and then slipped his arm around her waist instead of taking hold of her hand again. Ainslie made no complaint, putting her arm behind his back as well. It took them twenty five minutes; twenty five minutes in which to get comfortable with each other, in which to find new attractions, in which to awaken desires that had lain not quite dormant in either of them. And when they got there, there was still no sign of Ainslie's father or of his car. Ainslie ushered David into the house and they found Sophie getting ready for bed. There was a brief squeal - outrage combined with acute embarrassment - and some hurried activity as she disappeared into her room. Sophie hadn't been quite dressed to receive guests! Ainslie left David to peer curiously around the lounge room while she asked her sister if she had any news. "Sophie said Dad had a minor prang. He's okay but the wheel is no good and he has to wait for a tow truck. If he leaves it where it is there won't be anything left by morning. Sorry. You'll have to ask if your Dad minds picking you up." Sophie had also indicated that he had only called their younger sister just before Sophie had gotten home. He expected to be an hour or so then. Ainslie had said her goodnights and left Sophie to crash. "Perhaps I could stay the night?" David thought the words but they remained unspoken. Instead he picked up the phone and dialled a familiar number. "I'll just get out of this dress." Ainslie had liked her appearance in the stylish gown - almost as much as David and the male portion of his class - but her feet hurt from walking home and she needed to get into something she could relax in. When she took off the dress she noticed her deodorant hadn't lasted the hours the advertising said it would and decided she had time to dash through the shower as well. She was going to have to before bed and it would be better to make her guest wait rather than inflict her sweaty presence upon him. She had just turned the water off when David hung up the phone. He had been unsuccessful. First of all he had waited for the phone to be answered. It had nearly rung out before his sister Katie picked it up, only to explain that, with the change in plans about the pick up, their parents had gone out for the evening while Katie had entertained her friends in the basement. That helped explain why the phone hadn't been answered. "We can walk over together and get you", she offered. "No. It's not far. I'll be right." --- David tapped quietly on the bathroom door. Ainslie opened it in loose tracksuit top and pants; she towelled the dampness from her hair. It was quite a change from Debutante Barbie but she conveyed a sensuality he was beginning to appreciate as he encountered more girls on a personal level. "Sorry. Just freshening up." "Looks like I have to walk home. My parents are out as well." Ainslie looked the youth over again. He really wasn't bad looking and it had been nice when he had put his arms around her, both on the dance floor and on the way home. Suddenly she felt lonely. She had never felt all that comfortable around boys - she didn't want to have to bring them home to meet a drunken father, let alone her other complications. As a result she had spurned their advances until no-one advanced any more. To have had the sincere if not overtly romantic attention of a male for the whole evening had made her feel wanted and she didn't want the feeling to end. David was still here and she was eager to take advantage of the situation. It was so different from her recent experiences in the house. "You could stay for a little while though? You don't *HAVE* to leave right away?" Since she had discarded her towel and then crossed her fingers behind his neck while she talked, David could think of no reason he had to be out of the door sooner rather than later. The smart-assed rejoinder "Not for a week or so" became an irrelevant "No..." as his words were cut off by Ainslie's lips. He returned the pressure as he wrapped his arms around her. Standing in the bathroom doorway when either of her sisters were just as likely to get up wasn't a particularly good idea so Ainslie dragged David down the corridor to her room. David realised his opportunities had increased but was cognizant that too hasty an approach might quickly lead to them vanishing, probably permanently. He let Ainslie set the speed and guide the course while quite happily exploring within the boundaries she was slowly extending. Ainslie didn't take long to expand them past a little lip lock. Her teeth parted and her tongue brushed over David's lips; he responded by extending the quivering tip of his own to press her tongue back into her mouth before it followed. His hand held the back of Ainslie's head so their mouths were more firmly aligned and the kissing got even more passionate. David had only limited experience kissing but Ainslie had little more. Films provided the idea of what was expected and their bodies reactions guided them through a mutually enjoyable and indeed very stimulating practise session. So enjoyable that by the time they broke for air Ainslie was grinding her pubes against David's. Ainslie could feel the hardness trapped inside David's pants and his slow approach made her feel like she was in control. She liked the idea that kissing her was exciting to him, exciting enough that he had a boner in his pants. She had wondered if she could make him come while they stood there and was rubbing herself against him, unfortunately arousing herself as much as she did him. It was all so different from that bastard Ritchie. *HE* had come into her room unasked and had demanded satisfaction. David had shared a tender kiss and had responded at her pace when she had relocated them. She was overjoyed that her troubles seemed to finally be over and appreciated that David was entitled to her thanks rather than her teasing. She decided to reward him properly; it would allow her to find out whether Ritchie had made it impossible for her to physically love someone. Kissing seemed no problem but then Ritchie hadn't bothered with kisses. Ainslie's hand moved down to cover the lump that had been rubbing her. David flinched at her touch, startled by the unexpected contact rather than due to any pain or distaste for the person involved. "Huh?" He wasn't that shy, nor did he wish to avoid her touch - his surprise seemed to come out sounding like a question rather than a grunt. Ainslie answered anyway. "I thought I might reward you properly for your part in my 'rescue'." She continued to rub his "part" which seemed to be getting bigger at each pass. "Thank you, it's nice." It sounded lame even as he spoke. If Ainslie was feeling generous he wondered if she would let him have what he really wanted. --- While David hadn't had any opportunity to gain more personal experience, he hadn't been idle since his "visit" to the basement and had traded equipment, expertise and some edited tapes for purloined porno mags and videos and a comprehensive and colourfully illustrated guide to the arts (and apparently near infinite positions) of love. His studies had left him, and the bathroom, occupied for hours at a time. The "reward" granted him by his sister and her friends for his first efforts had been instructive. Their deeds had shown him that sex was and should be fun; that lust was better shared than a solitary occupation and that it was possible to have multiple partners without there necessarily being possessiveness and jealousy. It had also given him an opportunity to find out how nice pussies smelled and tasted - and his neighbourhood eavesdropping had shown him that muff-diving was a popular pastime in many households. He therefore paid particular attention to descriptions of technique and the portrayal of such activities in magazine and film. The result may have been skewed by the cinematic requirements but in the end David had the knowledge to be an accomplished pussy eater. He just hadn't had an opportunity to apply that knowledge. --- A hand job - he could provide that himself. A blowjob - well he *HAD* had one (or five depending on how you counted) and it was nice, and not to be knocked back. Still David figured, if he could eat pussy properly then blowjobs were likely to be plentiful. "Er, what I meant to say was, your touch is nice but there is something I would really like if you did want to reward me. Could I please taste your pussy?" Ainslie was taken aback. When he had asked if he could do something *HE* wanted she had only enough time to think that maybe he, and perhaps all males, was no different to Ritchie. Then the nature of his request became apparent and she wound back the conversation and replayed it in her head; it duplicated in many ways his own deliberation. Rubbing his prick - well that wasn't unusual for a date. Sucking it wasn't odd for a seriously dating couple or after something special like a formal school dance - at least that's what she had heard. She might have worried that David would boast about her blowing him if she hadn't had the drinks earlier, now it didn't enter her head. Besides, plenty of other girls were presumed to be having sexual contact with their boyfriends which would include oral from both parties with no-one now thinking much more than "lucky bastard" - sexual mores had changed and yesterday's slut was today's class president. Having *HIM* eat *HER* required her to make herself vulnerable to him; it was different if she had been going out with him for a while. He would see the parts of her that even she was unfamiliar with - she wasn't in the habit of squatting over or lying before mirrors so her self-knowledge was almost purely tactile; one thing she *WAS* sure about though - he shouldn't find the taste a problem. She wondered if she should insist the light was off; would that preserve her privacy? Or should she insist that he too strip so she could see him as well? No, that might make it too easy for him to take further advantage of the situation and she wasn't sure she liked, or even wanted to reward, him that much. No. She would grant his wish - why not since she would be getting at least as much pleasure as he supposedly would which wouldn't be the case with the roles reversed - but he would stay clothed and, as a further concession, she would let him keep the light on. If he was going to eat her though she wanted to be properly in the mood and for that, and later, she did *NOT* want to be disturbed. She locked the door and double checked the blind was fully down before drawing the curtains across as well. David was made to sit on the bed; not quite the position he had expected. Without a word Ainslie lifted her top and exposed her bare breasts to the appreciative lad. They were by no means the first he had seen, in pictures or in real life, but they were *THERE* and it was obvious they were being offered to him. His sister's friend Tina had shared a shower with him and had let him wash her, explaining as she did how he should touch her. He remembered, grateful now for her tuition, and gently lifted Ainslie's breasts so he could plant a moist kiss over each beautiful nipple. His lips enclosed them and he let the tip of his tongue barely acknowledge the tiny lumps before the snick of his kiss was heard and then repeated. Then he began to try out the things he had read. Having a real live breast to play with again was enough to make his erection twitch in his pants. His voyeuristic activities had given him plenty to wank over (and over and over) but it wasn't as good as being there himself. He really would have to get himself a girlfriend; how interested was Ainslie in him? He hadn't thought seriously about her but stranger things had happened - look at what his sister was into! --- Ainslie would have rated him as "well-meaning and enthusiastic, bordering on competent"; that was better than the "clumsy and inept" she had suspected might be the case - with some dread - but it would have disappointed David. Considering his nervousness it was understandable that he wouldn't remember all the information he had piled up in such a short time. As he warmed to his task and nothing seemed to be going wrong, his confidence grew and his actions became smoother, his touch a little surer, and Ainslie began to notice that things were now going right. She held David's head more firmly lest he try to take his squirming tongue away - okay she would let him move it 25 cm left or right to keep the other nipple from feeling neglected but that was the extent of his freedom! David was quite happy to remain a prisoner. Since Ainslie *WAS* holding his head in place, David didn't really need to keep his hands on her back so she couldn't withdraw; it seemed obvious that that was the last thing she intended. The feel of her smooth skin, flat except for the points of the angel wings at the bottom of her shoulder blades and the ripple of her ribs, was almost as pleasant to his touch as the comfort of four fingers and a thumb curling around his own flesh. Emboldened by his date's behaviour, David slid his hands up and down her back, caressing the soft flesh and bony spine. They worked their way down to finally and firmly cup her tight buns through her pants. David's fingertips kneaded Ainslie's muscular butt and pulled her closer to his body. He wished some of his mates could be there with him - but only long enough to see for themselves that he *COULD* be successful when it came to girls - it was awkward being an unsung hero. His previous encounters had been surreal; even if he had felt comfortable talking about them no-one would have believed him. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell people, but he realised that any hope he had of further pleasures depended on his silence. Besides he didn't want to hurt his sister's friends and he knew that would be a likely outcome should he be believed. Likewise, as he continued to play with Ainslie's tit and bum, he was similarly aware that he would have to downplay any suggestion he had gotten lucky with her after the dance; he knew he would be asked. Well he might tell Doug. He could trust him couldn't he? His friend Douglas shared many of David's interests; David could see him revelling in quietly told stories of Ainslie's warm white breasts. No, not of Ainslie; he could be that much of a gentleman. Yes he could trust Doug - who did he talk to other than David anyway? But the thought of telling the story made David more conscious of both remembering every nuance - everything his senses could record - and of including as many experiences as possible. If he told it as "things he had overheard" with his bugs he should also be able to include some of his sister's exploits; Doug might then be interested in bugging his own parents room as well! First then, Sight. Well David's view at that moment was nothing to write home about. It was hard to even focus on the expanse of skin just in front of his nose. David tried to recall how Ainslie's body had first appeared to him when she had removed her top. It had happened so fast, one minute there was a most attractive bulge under the fabric, the next Ainslie had her arms crossed over her head and the curtain had been raised to show two still vibrating tits. His first impulse (while staring appreciatively) had been to mentally compare them against the girls who had appeared in a similar state before him in the basement of his house. Ainslie was nowhere near Tina at the light end of the scale or Tyler at the heavy end. Before they had arrived at her house and she had changed he would have guessed she was just a little larger than his sister. Naked, and David realised that his recollection of that earlier evening was no longer as clear as he would wish, Ainslie's breasts flattened more across her chest and he suspected she was in fact slightly smaller than Katie. So often the photos he had seen of naked women revealed almost perfect spheres; some looked as though they had been Velcro-ed to the women's otherwise flat chests. Tyler's tended to be similar in size but hers hung neatly, looking as though they belonged on her body. Ainslie's hung down as well but without the "filling" that would have made them as attractive. They weren't floppy dugs but rather soft elongated muffins he could put his fingers behind; that he could lift so that the nipples were available to his lips - nipples that jutted out from areoles almost indistinguishable from their surroundings. Touch. Well he had touched the breasts he now suckled on. They had been warm and there had been a residual dampness where they had rested against her ribcage; evidence of her recent shower. Soft and smooth to touch, they had almost flowed around his fingers as he lifted one and then the other to receive a kiss. It seemed strange to be kissing her breasts when they hadn't kissed properly until a few minutes before. But David had only fondled them for a little while, not even properly exploring the twin points with thumb and finger. When Ainslie had held his head against her breast and indicated he should continue to use his tongue as he had started he had let each soft tit hang where his bent head could easily reach and had rested his hands on her back instead. He hadn't realised how erotic that would be. Ainslie wasn't skinny; there was enough covering her bones that David didn't feel like he was holding a xylophone but at the same time she was slender. It meant that as his hands travelled down her body he had something to hold that was holdable; when he put his hands on her hips there was meat over the bone; when he buried his fingers in her buttocks there was a firmness that prevented them sinking very far. Sound. Ainslie had said little since revealing her breasts. Her hands had told him what she did, and on one occasion didn't, like. She hadn't objected to his hands on her butt and had made a quiet grunt which sounded like she liked it when he had pulled her against him. The pants she wore were soft thick cotton that hung loose from the elastic waistband. David worked his fingers closer together, the fabric filling the crevice between her ass cheeks. Holding one cheek in each hand David imagined that this was what it would be like standing behind one of the enhanced models, holding the mammoth- sized breasts which came with a mammoth-sized price tag. He could hear Ainslie's sharp intake of air over the slurping noises he couldn't seem to avoid. He couldn't know it was due to the way his fingertips were rubbing the seam back and forth across the puckering ring of muscle of Ainslie's asshole. Ainslie pushed her hips back, trying to increase both the pressure of David's hands against her butt and the elusive contact against her butt hole. She whimpered with frustration as the touch seemed to fade immediately she succeeded in aligning She and He in just the right places. Further encouraged, David eased his hands down a little, his smallest fingers slipping between the top of Ainslie's thighs from behind. There was another sigh and the grip on his head tightened though he had been concentrating on other matters and her chest was temporarily being neglected. Now as we have seen, David was not slow to work things out and he had little trouble realising it was a case of cause and effect. Tina had explained to him the importance of looking out for his partner's needs and wants and now, given a real opportunity for the first time, he was nothing if not attentive. There were eight fingers crammed tightly into a narrow space while his thumbs pointed out to left and right. Any or all could have been responsible for Ainslie's sounds of pleasure. Simple scientific method suggested he test each in turn. Pointers first. No nothing fantastic there. Index? Ah, Yes. That apparently hit the spot. (But one didn't just put away the lab equipment on the first successful attempt.) Ring finger? Oh! Now that *WAS* interesting. Not what she had done before but still quite an exciting result; for Ainslie as well! Okay, pinkie then. (The tips were trapped between firm thighs, and not the easiest to move.) Hmm, now what made Ainslie bend her knees like that? Try again now there's more room. Oh! I didn't realise *THAT* went so far back. Perhaps I should try a little finger exercises then. David's fingers began a coordinated effort to bring Ainslie to her knees. She had shown signs of weakness and he wanted her to go down! Well no, he wanted to go down on her; well, come to think of it, he didn't really have any objections... Ainslie was writhing again and David resumed a half- hearted assault on the mountains while his rear guard was out-flanking her. Now there was plenty of sound to report. The grunting got louder and was interspersed with urgent calls of "Yes", and "Right there", and "Lovely". Smell. Ainslie had applied a light dusting of talc after drying herself and David could smell little other than the floral scent; roses. That changed when his troops retreated from the battlefield; but they weren't defeated! No it was merely a tactic that gave them a chance to regroup and to attack again under more opportune circumstances. This time her defences fell with no opposition - they fell all the way to her ankles and once again David's fingers were battering on the both doors to her citadel. He didn't really understand why she liked him pummelling her *THERE* - it all seemed a bit strange but, as he might have misquoted had he the background, when in Athens... His little fingers though found a veritable parkland, a playground by a lake, lightly wooded. The pair of them danced over the slopes, as though any thought of battle had been forgotten as they gave as much delight as the other six fingers combined. Ainslie continued to stand with her feet spread enough to stretch the pants she wore around her ankles. It worried her a little to be standing there, effectively naked before a lad she didn't know all that well. Her worries didn't last long; they couldn't stand under his persistent onslaught. Everything David did made her feel so much better than even her little noise maker - though she hadn't felt like getting that out since its trip to, and through, school. David changed tactics, and now had one hand dealing with the situation from the front while the other was left to carry on at the rear. He had far more freedom to move, to explore, to produce the kind of pleasure that had Ainslie warbling. David actually sat back to watch, to see Ainslie's throat quiver with excitement, her musical high-pitched hum rising and falling much the same way she alternated between straightening herself to avoid his touch and closing her thighs around his hand as she bent her legs again so she could get even more. Sitting there he became conscious of her musk. The scent made his mouth water it was so good. It was also hard to describe. Definitely not floral - there was too much of the rutting beast for this scent to be found in some country garden, not unless there were pussy willows to be found there. At the same time it didn't have the sometimes harsh strength of an expensive perfume. Its subtleties were much more elusive. Perhaps that was why the perfume houses merely produced their poorer imitations - the real thing was nigh impossible to copy. Perhaps they should simply have kept thousands of women on retainer, stimulating them and collecting the output. Perhaps some of them did. His own senses reeling, David recalled his original request and he stood, still moving one long finger through the slippery furrow that was Ainslie's most private, and until now, unshared part. Ainslie's arms encircled David's neck and her lips pressed hard against his. He wished he had more experience kissing and did the best he could. Both felt it was good enough. Slowly they pivoted until Ainslie's calves rested against her bed. David lowered her backwards while their tongues slid over each other. "I'm going to eat you now." Ainslie gave David one more kiss and released him. While he was kneeling she rearranged her pillows so she could at least see the part of his face above her hairline and smiled in anticipation. She seemed to be well and truly over Ritchie! Taste. David paused for a minutes reverent silence. It had been a while since he had sat at Tina's feet, jerking off as he watched her fingers flying over and into her pussy. Now he was even closer and the beauty of Ainslie's own pussy was awe inspiring. His fingers reached out to touch the surface, its light coating of fur, silken in places, dense and spongy in others, seemed designed to draw him into gently stroking the surface. Ainslie watched the changing emotions on his face; her amazement growing at the sensitivity he expressed. Her anxiety became wonder which in turn became excitement and finally determination. He wet his lips and moved his face closer, inhaling the stronger scents with an audible deep breath. Ainslie's calves still rested against the side of her bed with her knees now spread wide. As David positioned himself he lifted her knees so each leg was supported on a shoulder. It was more comfortable for both of them, allowing David to wrap his arms around the curves of her hips and to rest his palms on Ainslie's flattened belly while she could, in turn, press him forward with her heels if she wished to encourage him further. David's tongue touched the hair and he licked gently over the surface as though he were collecting the melt from an ice-cream cone. A little closer and he could taste her properly for the first time. Oh Wow! If all women tasted like this why weren't they served up as appetisers at restaurants? Perhaps no-one would get to the main course. Her flavour was certainly everything *HE* had imagined. David had to avoid even a chuckle, Ainslie would probably not appreciate laughter at this stage, but he had a vision of a girl at the local burger drive-through window asking "Do you want pussy with that?" or perhaps opening a rival ice-cream parlour offering 41 flavours. He pushed his tongue a little harder again and this time found Ainslie was melting faster than any ice-cream; she should, she was certainly hot enough. David was pleasantly surprised both by the quantity and its nature. He had expected something watery, more like saliva or sweat. Instead it was thicker, not with the sugary quality of syrup but almost slimy. Far from being unpleasant, it coated his tongue and filled his mouth with its delightful flavour. He swallowed and returned for more. As David dined, his tongue alternated between delving deeper in search of the tasty juices and roaming around the surface, spreading joy as he spread the coating. Ainslie was in heaven. "How old is this guy? 15 or 50?" Though she really had no-one to compare him against, David's tongue seemed to have a lifetime's experience controlling it. David felt far less certain of his skills as he listened to her ever more vocal moans; they were different from her earlier encouragements. He wasn't hurting her was he? "*ARRGHH!*" "Shit! Did she have to make so much noise?" David was very conscious of being in another's house; having his parents called to pick him up under *THESE* circumstances would not be good. He debated finishing by gradually easing off but Ainslie would have none of it. "*ARGNNH! YES! MORE!*" Worried about the noise, David disobeyed but Ainslie trapped his retreating head between vice-like thighs and used her hands to pull him back. "*NO! DON'T...*" The word "STOP" disappeared as the ecstasy resumed. Her next mighty yell coincided with a heavy thudding on the door. "*WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE? ARE YOU ALRIGHT AINSLIE?*" *********************************************************