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While this is a multi-chapter effort, it began as a set of (unconnected, for
the most part) short
stories and still retains enough of that character that you do not have to read
each one in turn to
understand what is going on. Think of it as a series of incidents in a
biography. The sexual
activity is invariably M/F (or m/f in some cases and jurisdictions), almost
invariably consensual,
there being one exception in here. Drugs show up once or twice, defloration
more often.
Chapter 8
PLAYING HOOKY
Lucy Carr may have started off the day with the best
intentions, but they evaporated on the walk to high school. It was
a perfect spring day, and much too nice to spend it in a classroom.
The year-end tests had already been taken and the teachers were
just filling in with make-work, so she wasn't going to miss
anything, really. She went into the park across the street from
her school and sat on the grass, just watching the people and
taking in the sun and the flowers and the day.
She was wondering what she was going to do for the rest of the
day when she saw Dave Whitley standing over her. He was a
class-mate of hers, and he had also decided not to go to class.
She knew him from school and had talked to him at parties, but she
had never dated him, though they were friends. She told him he
seemed like he might be a reasonable choice to spend the day with.
They had talked together for maybe an hour, right past the
final bell at the school across the street, when Dave pointed out
to her that the truant officer might see them and get after them
for not being in school. Nice as it was here, it was too public.
They should go somewhere less obvious.
Lucy looked at him more thoughtfully, and she considered Dave
in a way she had not before. She did not know that he had been
looking at her and thinking about her that way since he first saw
those long tanned legs on the grass and those long tanned bare
arms; in fact, that was what made him decide not to go to school.
"I live close to here," she said. "We could go there."
"Won't your family send you right back to school?"
"No," she said. "Both my parents work and my little brother
won't be home until the afternoon. He always gets in after I do
anyway."
They walked to her home, and soon they were sitting on her
couch sipping Cokes. Dave had his arm around her, as he already
had by the end of their session in the park, and he lifted up the
jewelry on her neck, a cross and violin on a silver chain, and
asked her about it.
She explained that it was from a church music study group she
had been in a few years ago, but Dave was not really paying much
attention to what she said. The inquiry had really been an excuse
to touch her skin for a moment and to look down and confirm his
observation that she was not wearing a bra.
He put his face to the side of her head and nibbled on her
ear. When she shivered, Dave pulled the bow holding the left
shoulder of her dress tied and let it drop. He moved his hand to
cup her now-exposed breast and to rub the hardening nipple.
Lucy turned her face towards his and opened her mouth. Dave
sent his tongue deep into it and brought his hand up her leg and
under her short skirt. Her legs spread spontaneously and he put
his hand under the waistband of her pink polka-dot panties. His
fingers slid down the crease of her labial folds and the middle one
penetrated them to find a welcome wetness.
It looked like Lucy had already had definite ideas of how she
wanted to spend this day, and it would not take any persuading at
all for Dave to be stuffing her full of hot beef sausage.
He decided to go for it all. He stood up and reached a hand
down to Lucy silently. She looked up at him and came to a
decision. She took his hand and led him into her bedroom.
There they lay together, his left arm under her body, one
breast still bare, and Dave raised her hips to remove her panties
with his right hand.
Then he went down the bed, nudged her legs wide apart, and
went down on her. Dave buried his face there and let his tongue do
all that it could. Her body began to jerk uncontrollably in a very
short time.
He gave one long sweep with his tongue, all the way up her
crease, then opened her slightly and licked the fluid that was
coming from her. Lucy gave a little cry with almost every motion
that he made. He raised the center of his attentions then, to
circle the tip of his tongue around her clitoris, and then to
nibble it into his mouth as it became to grow from the stimulation.
When he pulled and sucked on the little nub, Lucy's cries stopped
being so little.
"Oh. Oh, you are so wonderful at this!" she exclaimed.
After her frenzy had passed, she moved to reciprocate. Lucy
removed his jeans and then his briefs, and as the latter went she
discovered that this was going to be a lot more than nice. He was
large enough that she hesitated about returning what he had done
for her.
Lucy asked assurance from him that Dave was not going to force
her to take more of him into her mouth than she was comfortable
with, and got it. Then she took the head of his shaft between her
lips and sucked on it, looking up into his face as he stood on the
floor by the bed. She drew back a little and kept only the very
tip in her mouth and looked down. Seeing that erection going out
for what seemed forever and close enough that it seemed even bigger
made her very hot for him though almost frightened.
She did not dare try to really take it in her mouth, but she
ran her tongue along the shaft and head until his erection was as
long and hard and wet as it could get.
"I want you in me so much, but now there is so much more of
you to go in me that I almost hesitate," Lucy said.
"I want very much to be in you, but you can certainly decide
how much you want to take at first," he replied.
"Yes, that might be better," she said.
So as Dave got on the bed again and rolled on his back, she
straddled his pelvis. The other shoulder came off her dress
finally so that his hands could touch her breasts without a
barrier. She got onto her knees and carefully placed the head of
his penis at her entrance as he held himself steady and straight
up. "Oh, that feels so good!" she said.
She felt the outer labia part and then the inner. She
stopped there for a moment before letting her body descend an inch
more, and a little gasp came out as that inch went in. Then she
raised, and lowered again, and gradually let her cavern open, with
his hands at her waist helping to support her body, until she was
filled to her capacity. Then his hands moved to her buttocks and
helped her move up and down while she leaned forward and rested her
elbows beside the pillow his head was on.
Her body tremored as he explored her inside.
As Dave continued thrusting, they changed positions, first so
that Lucy faced away from him and his fingers played lightly at her
anus, then so they lay side by side and he lifted her leg and went
into her from behind. Here he could keep his hips going but use
his fingers to work on her nipples and increase her pleasure.
"I want you on top of me, I want to try to take all of you,"
Lucy whispered to him.
And that was the best of all, for her and for him, after they
had pulled off her dress, now wrinkled from all the pressing of
their bodies, and removed his striped sweatshirt. With bodies
totally naked, Dave moved her to her back, raised her knees, and
shot his spear of flesh into her waiting receptacle, over and over
and then faster and faster, until he flooded her with his seed and
she shook in response, squeezing him with her legs and digging into
his back with her fingers, gasping in completion.
This was a wonderful way to spend a day, and they had plenty
of time left to do even more spending.
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