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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} <*>Ribbed Sweaters and Broomstick Skirts (mf[teen], cons)
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If you're under 18, you shouldn't read this. But what the hell, go
ahead. We were under 18, too. And it's not like I could stop you anyway.
If you try to steal this story, I will hunt you down and give you a wet
willie. So there.
Post it where you will, but leave my name and address on it. If you make
any money, at all, off my story I get 10% of the gross. You agree to
this by posting/distributing it.
I ask that you take the time to write me after you finish reading this.
At the least, just a note to say you read it, and what you think of it.
More detailed comments welcome.
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Ribbed Sweaters & Broomstick Skirts
"Mom! Of course we'll behave! Come on!"
"Yeah, really! It's not like I'm going rip his clothes off the moment
you walk out the door. Pshah!"
"Well, okay. I'll be back in about an hour."
"Bye, Mom."
"Bye!"
...
"I thought she'd never leave."
"Really. Shall we commence the ripping?"
Valerie and I had been dating for around a month. We had met through a
mutual friend, and she eventually chased me down. Our parents didn't
seem to trust us alone (gee, I wonder why?) and we were never able to
get the privacy we needed to actually have *sex*. We had progressed far
from our first kiss (which, to this day, I still can't remember).
I fondly remember one time I brought her off in the back of her
mother's car, while her mother was driving. Another time she sucked me
off in her bedroom when we had a few minutes (we were supposed to be
babysitting her little brother.) In the back bedroom of my house, I slid
a finger up the leg of her shorts and pleasured her that way.
But, alas, these furtive moments were all we were able to grab (heh).
We had to merely make do with the odd feel or grope (3rd base in
general) interspersed with passionate kissing.
But now! finally! Privacy! Valerie gives me one of those lust-filled
grins guaranteed to get any man hard, and draws me to my feet. We close
into the sweetest kiss yet - a promise of things to come (no pun
intended).
As we kiss, I notice the sweet smell of her blonde hair, the bright
blue of her eyes, the softness of her cheeks. I run my hands up and down
her back, feeling her warm flesh under the form-fitting sweater. I feel
her hands caressing my back as well, occasionally sneaking a quick
grope.
I turn us around, and sit down on the couch in front of Valerie. I bury
my face in her chest, inhaling the her sweet smell. (And incidentally
nuzzling her breasts as well.) Her hands move up to stroke my head, as
mine move down to her thighs. The thin, ankle-length cotton skirt feels
like nothing at all as I gently caress her. Kneading her luscious
thighs, I move my hands up and down, lovingly touching her whole body. I
cup her derri re, giving it a gentle grope. A long slow caress from the
calves up to her shoulders elicits a moan from her and a sly grin from
me. Repeating the gesture brings the same results.
I kiss her navel through her top and stand up, still in her arms. In a
low Barry White voice, I ask, "Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?" ("Hey,
she's gone, wanna do it?")
Another lust-filled chuckle. In a low, breathy tone, she replies "But
of course, my dear." (*giggle* "Sure. Let's go")
I motion her down the hall, saying, "Ladies first." Gentlemen should
always do so. I follow snugged up close to her back, letting her feel my
arousal, and letting me feel her breasts. (This is something most
gentlemen should not do.) She giggles and leans into my touch. My hands
meander down to her stomach, pulling her into me.
I take a brief moment in the pleasure of her touch before whispering in
her ear, "Let's go..." Another nibble and we're on our way again, giggling
like two children doing something naughty. (In all honesty, we were...)
Finally arriving at my room, we enter, leaving the door open. I crack
the blinds slightly, letting in a small amount of light. I quickly strip
off my T-shirt and undo my jeans, and turn to watch Valerie disrobe.
She smiles shyly, and we watch each other for a moment. Taking her top
in her hands, she slowly strips it over her head, and looks at me for my
reaction.
I emit a noise halfway between a growl and a moan and clasp her body to
me, nuzzling her cleavage. She moans as I gently mouth the portion of
her breasts I can get to. I reach for the clasp of the bra, struggling
to get her more exposed.
Getting the clasp undone, I draw the bra down her arms and toss it
aside. (More important things to hand, so to speak.) I lean back for a
moment to appreciate the sight before me. This causes Valerie to shyly
cover herself up. Drawing her back to me, I latch onto a nipple, sucking
ever so gently. I nibble and lick, stroking and kneading the other
breast and nipple with my hand.
Now she squirms out of my grasp, and starts to shimmy out of the skirt.
Realizing I still haven't finished yet, I take off my shoes and socks,
and strip off my pants. Before I can remove my underwear, she tackles me
and shoves me back onto the bed.
We engage in a tongue duel. I rub my hands up and down her ribcage as
we attempt to swallow each other's tonsils. The feel of her hot body
pressed against mine is wonderful; her breasts pressed against my chest
by the weight of her body, our groins separated by two thin pieces of
cloth.
Then I slide my hands into her panties, and gently squeezed her cheeks.
Her hands continued to play in my hair, occasionally stroking my ears. I
emit a throaty chuckle, and roll out from underneath her.
The raised eyebrow and inquisitive noise is all the response I receive.
I gently kiss my way down her body. Starting from the lips, a move
across to the ear, then down into the hollow of her neck. Following her
collarbone, I make it to her left breast, gently mouthing it. Pausing at
the nipple, I reawaken it. Continuing downwards, I make my way to her
navel, where I pause and tickle her mercilessly.
"No, no, stop, not there, anywhere but there..."
"Anything? Heh, heh, heh..."
Another sexy moan her only response. I kiss my way across her panties,
tickling her at the hipbone where thigh meets torso. Down to her knee I
go, and halfway back up the inner thigh. I hear a groan as I divert from
my target and travel up the outside of her thigh.
Up I kiss, in a high arc intersecting her belly button again, falling
back down to her other thigh. At the knee, I cross back to the inside of
her leg at travel upwards, and finally arrive at the destination she's
been waiting for.
At first I just stick my nose in and inhale deeply. That wondrous
scent... Until now I had only experienced it second-hand, and I glory in
the heady fragrance. I moan contentedly, as Valerie moans impatiently.
"Guess you're not having as much fun as I am here, huh?"
"Come on..."
Chuckling, I say, "Let's get these off from you," as I begin to draw
down her panties. She lifts her hips, then her legs as I take off her
last article of clothing. I hold her thighs and take a moment to gaze at
her gorgeous nude body laid out before me.
I lay down to get a closer look at her flower spread before me. The
small patch of hair is light brown, contrasting with her naturally
blonde hair. I lay a gentle kiss on it, and another, softly, on her
protruding clitoris.
My tongue starts gently licking her whole slit. As the outer lips
become lubricated, they start to part before me, giving a 'burst of
flavor' putting Cinn-A-Burst to shame. But before I can continue any
farther, I realize that rather than pulling me into her, Valerie is
trying to pull my head up.
"What?"
"Get your ASS up here and *FUCK* ME!"
I chuckle. "Impatient, are we?"
"Stop te-e-e-easing meeee..."
I chuckle again. "Okay, okay, if I must, I must..." One more kiss on her
erect clitoris, and I raise myself up even with her. "Are we forgetting
something?", kissing her on her other lips now.
"Get those underwear off, now!"
Dutifully I obey, and position myself on top of her.
She reaches down to align me properly at her entrance. "And don't act
like it's such an imposition, either. *grunt* Try that - gently."
I slowly thrust, and it slips off the mark. "Ah, I missed."
She grabs hold of my manhood again, and repositions me at her entrance,
thrusting her hips slightly to seat me in the groove. "Try that."
I thrust slowly into her heat. The brief bit of oral loving she allowed
me, along with the other foreplay, has lubricated her enough that I slip
into her with no trouble.
The wet heat is exquisite, but of more interest to me is her reaction.
As I thrust into her, her eyes close and her head goes back entirely
involuntarily. The look of ecstasy on her face is a fulfillment all in
itself.
A sudden, unpleasant thought worms it's way into my head. "Um, dear,
don't we need a rubber?"
"*uh* No..."
"But I don't want to get you pregnant." I slow my rhythm, preparing to
stop.
"I said, we don't need any. Don't stop..." she moans as I deprive her.
"Don't you remember what they call women who rely on the rhythm
method?"
"Mothers, okay? You tell that joke twice a day... God... just fuck me,
okay, I've been on the pill for months."
"You wouldn't lie to me just for sex, would you?" At this point I'm
almost fully withdrawn from her 'embrace.'
Valerie curses me, "No, damn you, I'm on the fucking pill! Get busy!"
She frantically humps her groin at me, trying to get me to continue.
"Are you suuure?" I believe her now, I'm just being a bastard.
"Yes, damn it, yes... yes, I swear..." She's practically sobbing now.
"Okay, if you're sure..."
"Yes, I'm on the pill, now please... I hate it when you tease me..."
I know I'm being cruel to her, but I just can't seem to resist. Ah,
power. I kiss and make up, so to speak, and lose myself in the
sensation. Her thighs gently stroke mine; her soft skin touches the
sensitive skin on my legs. But this is nothing compared to the waves of
pleasure from our actual joining.
I bend my head and try to reach her breast, but the angle is incredibly
awkward. I whisper "Honey, you get on top now, okay?"
"Why?" she whispers back.
"I want to look at you..."
"Okay," she replies, and I roll off her. She scoots one way, I move
into the space she vacated, and she rolls on top of me. I grasp myself,
and attempt to reposition myself at her entrance.
"Ouch, that's not it ... no, you missed again ... here, gimme that..."
Valerie grabs me and (finally) aligns my manhood properly, sitting down
on it. We both moan from the still new feelings it awakens.
I look up at her body, marveling at it in the dim (romantic) light. Her
eyes are closed and her face is blank, lost in concentration on her
excitement. Her hair is beautifully disheveled, in a cloud around her
face. Her well-shaped breasts stand perkily from her chest, the nipples
erect with arousal. The gentle sweep of her flanks, unchanged by her
position, still speaks to me, and I cannot resist caressing them. Her
stomach, though, is taut from the tension of her slowly approaching
orgasm. Moving downward, I see our junction, and her patch of hair. Her
thighs flex and release, moving her in our rhythm.
I reach up and draw her down to me, kissing her tenderly. When I hold
her like that, she can't move well, so I take up the motion myself.
(Easier for me anyway, my being on bottom.) I love the feel of her bare
skin against mine and her smooth back under my hands.
I move her torso up a little so I can reach her breasts. As I latch
onto a nipple, I can see the extra stimulation start to work on her, and
she's starting her fast climb.
I focus briefly on disturbing my rhythm - I don't want to finish first.
She hardly notices, caught up in her own sensation. Now that I've backed
off a little, I can lay there and watch her, practically unnoticed,
despite of who she's pleasuring herself with. After a few moments of
watching her, I caress her flanks.
This reminds her of my presence, and she drops her head down and mashes
her lips against me, moaning. "No need to be silent now, dear, we're
alone..." We'd almost got caught before. Valerie can be a screamer.
I watch the tautness in her face, and her movements. They both reach a
peak, and fade. I brush the hair out of her face and kiss her gently.
"Was that good for you?"
She breathily responds, "Oh, yeah... What about you? Did you finish yet?"
"Not yet."
Another lustful chuckle. "Let's fix that, then..."
And she starts moving again, but this time I guide her for my pleasure.
Now I let go my iron control, and let the pressure mount. A touch, a
fondle, a caress, a kiss, all add to the sensation. As I grow close, I
bury my face in her fine blonde hair, kissing her neck and nibbling at
her ear.
When I peak, I clasp Valerie's body tightly to me as I shudder to my
own climax.
We lay there, basking in the afterglow, and the warm sleekness of each
other's body. After a few minutes, Valerie kisses me and moves to get
off. To my questioning look, she replies, "I want to go clean up."
Ah, reality. Drip, drip, drip. I let her go, and she walks into the
bathroom to wash up. I can just wipe myself off with my bedside towel,
(Loincloth, hanky, and cum-catcher) but she needs a little more than
that, apparently. After finishing myself, I sit on the edge of the bed
and wait for her.
She comes back in, and I draw her into my arms. She hugs me back, but
says, "Shouldn't we get dressed now?"
With a sigh, I agree. I throw on my clothes quickly and move to "help"
her.
By the time I'm dressed, she has her panties on and is working on her
bra. This I let her do by herself, with the exception of a quick grope.
(I know better than to try and work one of those contraptions.) She
steps into her skirt, and I follow it up her legs, delighting in her
thighs again. Getting a few more feels in while I "smooth" the
floor-length garment.
Now dressed except for her sweater, I pull her close. I find her
incredibly sexy in just the skirt and brassiere, and tell her so.
Quickly mouthing her breasts through her bra, I let her back to put on
her top, then pull her down next to me on the bed.
We snuggle for a few minutes, then she suggests doing something a
little more innocuous. I reluctantly agree, and we get set in the
Nintendo(C) room just before Mother pulls in. It's a good thing Ma doesn't
play, or else she'd wonder why were still on stage 1 after all this
time.
"Hi, Mom!" "Hi there!"
"Hi, guys! What'd you do while I was gone?"
"Oh, just fooling around. You know."
That was the first time Valerie and I made love. Not the last, not by a
long shot, but this was our first, my first, and her first. None of the
rest have made the impression on me that this one did.
Ever since then, when I see a woman in a broomstick skirt, or a tight
ribbed top, I just stare a little, flashing back. It's still the sexiest
outfit I can imagine someone wearing in public.
Einstein X. Mystery
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