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Genie Chronicles
(c)2005 Joe Brolly
joebrolly(at)gmail.com


The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It
contains material of an adult, explicit, sexual nature. If you are
offended by sexually explicit content or language, or are not allowed to
read this type of material due to age, legal restrictions, or any other
reason, please DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.

All characters and situations in this story are fictitious; any
similarity to any actual persons or situations is purely coincidental.
The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities
described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the
written permission of the author, Joe Brolly. This story may be freely
distributed to non-profit sites with this disclaimer attached (please do
me the courtesy of an e-mail if you add it to a site).

All comments and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism can be directed to the e-mail
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also welcome.

Copyright 2005 Joe Brolly, all rights reserved.


Chapter 17

Jack rang Mary Carson's doorbell with a slightly shaky finger. He
couldn't believe he was actually here, and was very, very nervous.

Out of the blue she had turned to him in Geometry class the day before,
just after they received their latest quiz scores, and said, "Jack, I
don't know how you aced this thing!  I just can't seem to get the hang
of these proofs. Is there any chance you might help me understand these?
I've got to get them down before finals."

"Uh, sure!" he had stuttered, not believing he might get the chance to
spend some time with Mary, even if it was only to study.

"Great! I know tomorrow's Saturday, but are you busy? Do you mind?
Saturdays are the only free time I have for the next couple of weeks."

"Sure!" he said again.

"Okay. Here's my address," she jotted it on a page torn from her
notebook. He didn't tell her that he didn't need it, that he knew where
she lived. Most everybody did. Handing it to him, she asked, "Eleven
o'clock ok?" He nodded mutely, then she delivered the knockout punch
just before the bell rang and she flew out of the room, "Oh, and bring a
bathing suit. We'll splash around the pool when we get done."

And so here he was, Geometry book, notebook, and bathing suit in the
backpack on his shoulder, waiting nervously as light footsteps
approached the door. It opened, and Mary greeted him, her warm, friendly
smile in place.

"Hey Jack! Thanks for coming! Come on in." She led him through the
house, and he couldn't help but admire the view before him; tight round
butt undulating under a pair of tight short-shorts; long, lightly
tanned, athletic legs that only a teenager could have, extending down to
feet clad in ankle socks and tennis shoes; long hair, currently in a
pony tail, its shiny, dark golden blond/light satiny brown color as
difficult to pin down and describe as she was.

Mary was one of the prettiest girls in school, and quite popular, yet
didn't participate in any of the activities those attributes might
suggest; she didn't cheerlead, or enter any of the various pageantry.
She was fit and athletic, yet didn't participate in any of the school's
organized sports. She was intelligent, made good grades, and the school
activities she did participate in were the slightly nerdier ones; French
club, year book staff, etc.

Beyond that, she was always friendly towards everyone, and gave her warm
smile to even the geekiest kid in school. She often hung out with the
popular crowd, but would never date anyone seriously, which only served
to stoke the crush Jack and pretty much every other boy in school had on
her. All of this made it even harder to believe that he was following
the tall hardbody through her house on a Saturday morning.

She led him to a bright sunroom with the pool visible just outside its
windows. There was a table with a couple of chairs in one corner.
Covered with books and papers, it looked to be where Mary did much of
her schoolwork. "Will this be ok?" she asked, pointing at the table.

"Oh, yeah, great." Jack answered.

"Would you like a glass of lemonade before we start?"

"Yeah, that would be great." Jack said, feeling a little foolish for his
repetitive vocabulary so far. Mary just smiled, though, and bounced off
in the direction of what he assumed was the kitchen.

Jack removed his books from his backpack while he waited for her return.
She came back a few moments later carrying two large glasses. She set
them on the table, sat down, and they got to work. She sat close by him,
and her beauty and charm were incredible distractions, although no more
so than her clean, flowery scent. The only thing that saved Jack from
being a complete basket case with constant boner was the fact that he
had been subjected to the same stimuli during every third period of
every school day of the year as she sat innocently beside him in the
next row, and he had learned to function around them.

That is, unless she was wearing a certain skin tight, pink furry short-
sleeve sweater. She wore it once every other week or so, and it drove
him nuts. He had spent several erection-filled study hall periods
analyzing why this was. He finally decided that it was for two reasons.
The first was that, if it was as soft on the inside as it was on the
outside, then it must feel incredible to wear, especially on her boobs,
which appeared to be unfettered by a bra when she wore it (although it
was impossible to tell for sure through the fur). The second reason on
was that, while the idea of feeling her up over any sweater (or anything
else, for that matter) was exciting, doing so over something as soft and
furry as that pink sweater was especially so.

But then his theory suffered a setback. He saw an identical sweater
hanging in a store one day, and after looking around to make sure no one
was watching, couldn't resist feeling the garment both outside and in.
He was surprised to discover that the inside was not soft at all, but
rather scratchy. How could she wear something that felt like that,
especially over her bare nipples, assuming she really was braless? The
idea that she would actually enjoy wearing something like that seemed a
bit kinky, but no less cock-firming than the soft-inside theory.

Luckily - or not - she wasn't wearing that sweater today, so they made
decent progress, although her closer proximity and undivided attention
still made for quite a challenge. After about an hour and a half of good
progress, she held up her hands. "Enough! I think I've got all of this
so far, but if we go any further, it'll just leak out my ears. How about
a sandwich, then we can hit the pool!"

"Uh, okay." Jack said nervously.

"Bologna?"

"Yeah, that sounds great."

"Be right back!" She got up and bounced back toward the kitchen.

"Can I help?" he called after her.

A cheerful "Nope!" came floating back.

She reappeared balancing two paper plates containing sandwiches and
chips, and containers of mayo and mustard. "I wasn't sure what you
wanted on yours, so I brought the bottles."

"Thanks." Jack said. He slathered some mayo on his sandwich as she did
the same with the mustard. They exchanged knives and bottles and
repeated the process. The next several moments were silent except for
munching, crunching, and slurping. When they both were left with only
crumbs, Mary said. "Just leave your plate here. I'll get it later. Did
you bring your suit?"

Jack nodded mutely.

"Great! Come on!"

She jumped up and led him out to the pool. She pointed to a small open-
front pool house. "You can change in the bathroom in there and grab one
of the towels. I'll be right back." And she was gone back into the
house. Jack opened the door of the pool house bathroom and went inside.
It was nice but basic, with a shelf holding lots of fluffy beach towels.
He locked the door, shucked off his shorts and donned his swim trunks.
Grabbing a towel he headed back out to the pool. Mary wasn't back yet,
so he sat in a chair under an umbrella to wait.

He heard the sliding door open a moment later, and turned. His mouth
dropped open. Mary was wearing a skimpy red bikini that left little of
her athletic, curvaceous body to the imagination. She saw his expression
and laughed. "I guess I don't need to ask what you think of my new
bathing suit."

Jack turned a bright crimson as he stammered, "I...uh...I'm sorry..."

She frowned, "For what?"

Jack was now looking everywhere but at her, 'Uh, you know... for
staring..."

She looked at him like he was crazy. "Why? If I didn't want guys to
stare, I wouldn't wear this thing. Stare all you like."

Jack blinked a couple times at this. Had he heard right? Had she just
given him permission to goggle at her nearly nude body all he wanted?

Meanwhile, Mary was spreading her towel on the deck by the pool. That
done, she sat down on it and retrieved a bottle of suntan lotion from
the bag she had also brought out. Watching her rub the lotion on every
square inch of exposed skin she could reach, leaving it glistening with
an oily sheen, had him quickly erect. He crossed his legs in what he
hoped was a nonchalant manner. He thought a little distracting
conversation was in order. "Um," his voice cracked only slightly, "so,
your parents are at work?"

"Yeah, they both work on Saturdays. They'll be home around six or so.
Aren't you going to join me?" She grinned at him. "That pale skin needs
some sun."

"Uh..." he was embarrassed at the thought of displaying the rest of his
slightly pudgy body to this wonderful girl, but to not do so, sitting
there in the shade with his shirt on, would be way too dorky, "sure." He
removed his shoes and socks, then stood, built up his nerve for a
moment, and removed his shirt. Mary at this point was lying with her
eyes closed, so he spread his towel out fairly close and lay down
stiffly, all the while trying to maneuver so his still semi-hard cock
wasn't noticeable. Something bumped his arm. He looked over to see Mary
holding the suntan lotion out toward him.

"Better put some of this on, or you'll be a lobster by the time you go
home."

Jack sat back up on his towel and took the bottle. He squirted some on
his hand and started applying it everywhere he could reach. When he was
finished he tried to hand the bottle back to Mary, only to find her
looking at him critically. "What?"

"You missed a couple of spots." She took the bottle, applied a bit of
lotion to her fingertips, and rubbed it on his nose and ears. Although
these weren't very sensitive areas, the combination of her gentle touch
and the fact that this was the first touch from any female other than
his mother and the occasional whack from a sister quickly had him
firming again. He dared not look down and give himself away. He just
hoped his seated position hid the bulge. Apparently it did, as she
didn't seem to notice anything. "Uh, thanks," he said, a little
unsteadily

She smiled and said, "You're welcome!" before lying back down and
closing her eyes again.

Jack took the opportunity to admire her oiled figure for a few moments,
but then realized this was sending his boner in the opposite direction
from where he wanted, so he looked away and tried to think about
geometry until his bulge was no longer noticeable. He lay down, closed
his eyes, and continued desperately to try to ignore the thought of an
incredibly hot girl laying a couple of feet away.

He was marginally successful, although it felt like hours until Mary
said, "Time to flip over!" He looked over to find her suiting action to
words. Once she was on her stomach, he was tantalized by the site of her
reaching around to untie her bra straps to let them fall by her sides,
revealing the barest hint of the rounded outside of her breasts. He
flipped quickly before this latest assault on his hypersensitive libido
once again hardened his shaft, but then she said, "Will you put some
lotion on my back, please?" while holding the bottle out to him again.

"Um... sure."

He stalled for a moment, and then got up awkwardly, trying again to hide
the bulge in his shorts. Luckily she was relaxed with her eyes closed
once more. He sat on his knees close beside her and opened the bottle
with shaking hands. He squirted some lotion into one hand, looked
apprehensively at her back for a moment, and then tentatively touched it
with his lotion-filled palm. She twitched and giggled. "That's cold!"
She relaxed once more, and he began rubbing the lotion in. Becoming
slightly more confident, and much more erect, he applied lotion to her
whole back, drawing out the procedure as long as he thought he safely
could.

Finally, figuring he had pushed his luck far enough, he made sure he
hadn't missed any spots, then lay back down on his stomach to hide his
hard-on. She sighed as if she had enjoyed the rub. "Thanks. Now I need
to do you." She made as if to push herself up, then her eyes got wide
and her mouth made a big "O" as she realized what she had almost done.
She gave him a naughty grin. "Close your eyes, please."

He did, although he was sorely tempted to peek. Why hadn't she told him
to turn his head? Didn't she know he was a hormonal teenager, and that
the temptation could be overwhelming? He sensed her sit beside his
thigh, then felt her return the favor of the cold lotion. He, too,
twitched, and she giggled. That was good, as it covered the sound of his
almost stifled groan as she began to rub in the lotion. She took as long
as he had, and it did indeed feel wonderful. All too soon, though, she
said, "Done!"

He said "Thanks," as he felt and heard her move back to her towel. They
lay there broiling for another short eternity. Jack's hardness was
hidden, pressed into the warm concrete through the towel, which allowed
him to fantasize about the beauty lying beside him more freely. This
helped the time pass faster, but not much.

Finally she stirred, and said, "I'm frying. I think I'll hop in the
pool." She quickly retied her top, stood gracefully, walked daintily to
the edge... and did a cannonball, drenching his lower legs and the towel
beneath them.

"Hey!"

She surfaced giggling. "Sorry," she said, grinning as she smoothed her
now medium-brown wet hair to her head, "I couldn't resist."

Jack turned to sit cross-legged on his towel facing her, again hoping
that she wouldn't notice his bulge. Mary had moved to the side of the
pool, and was resting her chin on her crossed arms, which lay on the lip
of the pool. "Jack, can I ask you a personal question."

Uh, oh. "Uh, sure."

"Have you ever fantasized about me?"

Jack thought he had been expecting the worst, but that was nothing
compared to this. He stared her in shock, but then a realization struck,
and he suddenly felt angry, offended, and hurt. He rose to find his
shirt, not caring anymore if she saw his now rapidly dwindling erection.
"I think I should go, now."

"I'm sorry, Jack! I didn't mean to offend you, I just..."

"Yeah, well, I don't think I want to give you and your friends something
to laugh over in the lunch room whenever you see me walk by."

It was her turn to look hurt, "Jack, I would _never_ do something like
that. I thought you knew me better than that."

"I really don't know you that well, Mary, although I would have hoped
you wouldn't. But most of the people you hang out with sure would."

She looked at him for a long moment, and then sighed. "You're probably
right. But please believe me, I would never do something like that. I've
just noticed you look at me a lot, and, um, seem to have a bulge quite
often, and I was curious. I'm sorry, I really didn't want to upset you.
Please don't go. We can talk about something else."

Jack looked down at her as indecision warred. What the hell else could
you talk about after that had been breached? Still, he didn't really
want to leave.

He finally shrugged and sat back down on the towel. She smiled, and then
floated away from the edge on her back, her pretty face and round, pert
breasts the only things breaking the surface.

A little streak of perverseness, egged on no doubt by his libido,
surprised him by voicing the words, "The answer to your question is
'yes'," through his lips.

"What?" she said, standing up.

Now why the hell had he said that? Too late now, though. He cleared his
throat. "The answer to your question is 'yes'."

"Really?" she moved back to the edge. "Like, um, how? In what way?"

There was no way the little bit of perverseness was going to overcome
his self-consciousness that much, no matter how his libido tried to
help. He shrugged. She looked at him for a moment.

"I've already said I would never tell anyone about anything you said,
but I'll promise, cross my heart, hope to die, okay?"

He shrugged and nodded. Still no way, though.

"What if I told you a secret first? One that you in turn would have to
promise not to tell?"

He shrugged.

"Promise? Cross your heart and hope to die?"

He nodded.

"I'm masturbating right now."

He looked at her in shock again. She was once more resting her head on
her crossed arms, lying across the edge of the pool. She grinned at his
surprised and confused expression.

"There's a water jet down here on the wall. It circulates the water back
into the pool after it goes through the filter. It's really strong, and
at just the right depth to hit my clitoris when I relax like this on the
edgel. I discovered it not long after the pool was put in. I can't count
the number of orgasms I've had from this thing. I've learned to hide
when I'm cumming so no one knows what I'm doing. I've had a bunch of
orgasms with people laying out and walking around and stuff." She
laughed. "One time my mom cornered me while I was playing. She had been
trying to talk to me about boys and safe sex, and I had been avoiding
her. She told me 'don't move a muscle,' so I didn't. She gave me this
long lecture, during which I had three consecutive orgasms. It was
really ironic." She laughed again. "I see you like my secret."

Jack had been so engrossed in her confession that he had completely
forgotten to hide his raging hard on. He looked down quickly, and then
put his hands in his lap while turning scarlet. She laughed again, but
it wasn't mocking.

"Too late now! And there's no reason to hide it, I'm not offended.
You've already told me you've fantasized about me, remember? Now I want
the details. Spill it!" He had been avoiding her gaze, but looked at her
now, sheepishly, to find her grinning good naturedly and encouragingly
back.

Where to start? What to tell? He finally picked something easy that he
had been thinking about earlier. "Well, I really like your pink furry
sweater..."

"Yeah?" she said encouragingly, still grinning.

"Um, and I've always wondered what it would be like to, um, feel your
breasts through it and stuff."

"Oh, yeah? And what 'stuff'."

"Well, I've always wondered if you wear a bra under it."

She giggled, "Sometimes. Not always. I guess you've noticed it's so
furry that it's hard to tell, so I can get away with it."

Getting into the spirit of things a little more, Jack said, "Well, I
figured that if you weren't wearing a bra, that fur sure must feel nice
on your breasts. But then I saw a sweater just like it in a store."

"Oh, really? And what did you find out?" she asked, looking at him with
an unreadable expression.

"Well, the inside of the sweater I saw was kind of scratchy."

She looked at him for another moment, and then grinned again as she
turned slightly red, herself. "You got me. It is itchy, but it drives my
nipples absolutely nuts. It drives me crazy all day. I usually come home
and spend quite a while where I am right now on days that I wear it.
I've been thinking about cutting two little holes in the front of a thin
tank top and wearing it under my sweater to relieve some of the
itchiness without covering my nipples, but my mom would be sure to find
it, and the jig would be up." She paused, "Ok, that's two confessions
for me to one for you, and yours brought on my second one. Come on, get
to the good stuff!"

The utter surrealism of the situation suddenly struck him like a dash of
cold water. Here he was, a slightly pudgy somewhat-geek, talking to one
of the prettiest girls in school about his fantasies involving her while
she masturbated on a water jet in the pool. This sort of thing just
didn't happen! Yet there she was, in that same spot, grinning at him
expectantly. A welcome stalling question occurred to him, although even
it was tough to ask. "Um, have you, uh, orgasmed yet?"

"Nope. I've backed off a bit. Now quit stalling!"

He shrugged. "Well, other than the sweater thing, there isn't really a
lot to tell, other than the obvious stuff. You know kissing, making out,
stuff like that."

"Oh, no! You aren't getting out that easy. I want details."

He shrugged again uncomfortably. "There aren't really any details I can
tell..." he trailed off, turning red again.

"Oh," she said in understanding sympathy. "I take it you don't have much
experience with girls."

He shook his head.

"Have you ever done anything with a girl, even kissed one?"

He thought to bluff, but then shook his head again, not looking at her.

She was silent for a moment, and he had just looked up to see what
expression was on her face when she said. "Would you like to?"

He looked at her in shock. Had she really just asked that question? To
which part was she referring? "You mean, in general...?"

She rolled her eyes. "No, dummy, with me."

"But...but..." his mind was threatening to shut down, "why would you...
I mean, you're the prettiest girl in school... and I'm, I'm..."

"Cute," she finished for him, "and inexperienced. I've always wanted to
corrupt an inexperienced boy. Do I take that as a yes?" He just stared
at her. Finally, she rolled her eyes again. "Stand up!" she commanded.
He stood. "Take off your shirt." He took it off.
"Jump in the pool." He jumped, and gasped. As it was only late spring,
the water was still quite chilly. As he was still under water, when he
surfaced he was coughing and sputtering.

"Oh, yeah, the water is still pretty cold." She paddled over to him and
wrapped her arms around his neck. He warmed up immediately. "Ok, here's
the deal. As you are obviously healthy and clean, and I've just had a
checkup and everything checked out ok, everything should be safe. So,
I'm willing to do most anything with you that you would like to try,
except anything anal. I might try that some day, but for now, nothing
goes in there," she paused, then turned a little pink, "well, with one
possible exception, but we can talk about that when the time comes, if
it does. If you want to have actual sex, then we'll have to use a
condom. I'm also on the pill, but I'm not taking any chances. Did you
bring any?"

Although this appeared a serious question on her part, the absurdity of
it from his point of view, plus the ongoing and increasing impossibility
that this was actually happening in the first place, caused him to
answer, "Oh, yeah. I figured, what with me being one of the biggest
geeks in school, coming over to the house of one of the hottest girls in
school to study, I'd need a bunch. There's a gross of 'em in my
backpack."

She grinned at his sarcasm. "Well, if we run out of those, I have
several." Her expression turned more serious. "And I really wish you
wouldn't call yourself the biggest geek in school. You shouldn't put
yourself down like that. Like I said, I think you're cute, plus a really
nice guy, to boot." He just shrugged in embarrassment. She looked at a
large clock visible inside the pool house. "Ok, nice cute guy, we've got
a little over three hours. What would you like to do first? She pulled
gently on the back of his neck to bring her face closer to his. "Kissing
is always a good place to start." She murmured.

When Jack didn't object - like he would - she pressed her lips to his.
After a moment's shocked hesitation, he kissed back. Awkward at first,
especially regarding where to put his nose, and eliciting several
giggles from Mary as a result, he finally got it fairly right, and they
kissed hotly for several long moments while Jack alternated trying to
come to grips that this was actually happening, and trying to memorize
every second,  as this quite possibly might be a once-in-a-lifetime
experience.

Pulling back slightly, Mary murmured, "That was very nice, Jack, once
you got going. You're a quick learner." He grinned sheepishly and
shrugged. She released her hold around his neck long enough to drag him
a little deeper in the pool. Once she had him at the depth she wanted,
she placed her hands on his shoulders for a little support while she
wrapped her legs around his hips, then she wrapped her arms around his
neck again. She brought her face close once more, giving Jack the
opportunity to notice just how deep her grey-green eyes were and how
they sparkled when she smiled, and how cute her small round nose was,
and how puffy and incredibly kissable her lips...

"Let's try it with tongues this time, Jack," she said, interrupting his
thoughts and sending a heart-thumping thrill through him as she brought
her lips back to his. He felt the tip of her tongue requesting entrance,
and he happily, if a little dazedly, parted his lips to let it in.
Meanwhile, with her wrapped around him as she was, he was unsure what to
do with his hands, so they wound up placed awkwardly on her waist. She
broke the kiss long enough to say, "Put you hands on my butt, Jack.
Caressing and squeezing lightly are nice, but most girls won't want you
to knead their ass like it's dough at this point." Then she reattached
her lips to his and sucked his tongue into her mouth.

He hesitatingly moved his hands back and down to her firm, round,
bikini-covered cheeks. Timidly at first, he began caressing and lightly
squeezing the taunt flesh as she had instructed. As he became more
confident and relaxed with his touch, he was rewarded by an approving
moan around their tongues. Meanwhile, his cock had become so stiff that
it was bumping her in the crotch on occasion. She seemed to mind not at
all, and the thought that only a couple of thin layers of cloth
prevented them from fucking right then almost sent Jack over the edge.

As their tongues continued to dance and wrestle, Jack worked and worked
and finally got up the nerve to slip his hands beneath the fabric of her
suit and onto the bare skin of her butt. She started slightly, making
him think he had gone too far, but she pulled away only long enough to
give a throaty chuckle and say, "Mmmm, taking some initiative. Very
good, Jack," before reattaching her mouth to his. As their kissing
became more passionate, she tightened her arms around his neck, and he
brought one arm up to hold her to him while the other hand squeezed a
cheek more firmly.

Some time later their tongues and lips parted. Panting slightly, Mary
said, "Wow, a very faster learner, indeed. Are you sure you haven't ever
kissed a girl before?" Jack shook his head, not trusting himself to
speak.

"Mmmm. Take me a little shallower?" Jack walked toward the shallow end
of the pool, and Mary got heavier around his neck and hips as their
bodies rose from the water, not that he minded in the least, as she also
slid down to press more firmly on his cock. "Someone sure is happy! I've
always wanted to have sex like this. Maybe we can later." Again Jack was
struck dumb with disbelief, this time from Mary talking so nonchalantly
about having sex with him, much less about doing so standing in the
pool!

When they got to where the water was around Jack's waist, she slid off
to stand in front of him. Her wet bikini top clung to her high round
breasts, hard nipples poking out proudly. "So, you've fantasized about
feeling me up, eh?" Jack could only nod, staring at her chest. "Well,
now's you chance. Help yourself. Or is your fantasy usually doing it
from the back?"

Jack shrugged. "From the back, I guess."

She grinned. "I like from the back." She took his hand and led him to
the broad steps leading down into the pool at the shallow end. Seating
him on the middle step, she turned and sat in his lap and leaned back
into him, lifted her arms to lace her fingers behind his neck, and said
lazily, "My tits are your tits."

Riding the surreal wave, Jack nervously lifted what would normally be
sweaty palms toward her dripping mounds, and after pausing for a second,
cupped the globes gently. Mary closed her eyes and smiled. He squeezed
very lightly, and hefted their tantalizing weight. He released them and
rubbed his hands over them lightly, then ran a finger around each rigid
nipple. Mary gasped softly. "You must be reading too many sex books,
Jack. Most guys grab and squeeze like they are trying to milk you... not
that there is anything wrong with that at the right time, but this isn't
it." After several more long moments of allowing him to play and
explore, then several more adding some gentle suggestions on what to do
to make a girl even more aroused, she released her hold on his neck and
pulled away from him. Turning, her hands went behind her back.

"I assume you have fantasized about more than just fondling them through
my bra?" Jack nodded again. Without further preamble, Mary untied the
strings of her bra, removed it, and casually tossed it on the edge of
the pool. Jack stared at two incredible breasts; high and round and
firm, whiter than her surrounding skin due to her bathing suit, and
capped with two turgid pink nipples, pointing up and surrounded by
quarter-sized areolas that begged to be suckled. She moved closer to
him, grasped his hands, and placed them on her breasts. Jack repeated
his fondling, marveling at the softness and firmness of her flesh.

After a few moments of this, Mary again guided him deeper in the pool,
this time until the water was up nearly to his neck. She then jumped up
to wrap her legs tightly higher around his torso, bringing her breasts
to mouth level. She grinned naughtily at him. No initial instructions
were necessary, as he happily if still disbelievingly brought lips to
nipple. She had been right about his reading. He figured that if he ever
did get the chance to make out with a girl, he wanted to be ready.
Apparently some of what he had read had been worthwhile, as she moaned
and cooed several times with what sounded like genuine pleasure before
complementing him on his technique, then giving him pointers on how to
hone it even more. He had to admit, the moans were more frequent and
louder as he tried to put her instructions into practice.

He would have happily continued this until time to go home, but Mary
eventually stopped him. "I'm being greedy, Jack. It's your turn to have
some fun." He was about to protest that this was fun, but then what she
said registered, and he kept his mouth shut. She got out of the pool and
walked over to the pool house, her hips swaying provocatively as she
grinned at him over her shoulder. She retrieved a bottle, then came back
to the pool and jumped in, splashing him again. Placing the bottle on
the side of the pool, she moved over to him. He couldn't tell quite what
she was doing until he felt a hand grasp his cock lightly through his
suit. He gasped loudly. She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows at him.
"First girl to touch your cock through your clothing is that exciting,
is it?" she teased. She obviously knew the answer. "Well, how's this for
exciting? I plan to stroke it until you fountain, suck it until you
shoot down my throat, then fuck it until you fill a condom to bursting."

Jack gasped in shock again at her words, and at the fact that she would
say them both so brazenly and matter-of-factly. Luckily she had released
him before she spoke, or her touch, no matter how light, combined with
her statement would have sent him off immediately.

She surprised him again by taking a big breath and disappearing under
the water. He felt fingers at the tie of his suit, then the waist band
loosening and his suit being shucked down his legs. He had to force
himself not to cover his privates with his hands. He felt something
flick against his cock-head a couple of times, then her head burst from
the water suspiciously soon after. Had she just...?

"Nice unit you got there, mister! Now, go sit at the corner of the
pool," she pointed to one of the shallow end corners. He stalled for a
moment, embarrassed to be showing his privates to a girl. She giggled,
"I've already seen everything, you know. No need to be embarrassed now."
Egged on by this comment he stepped quickly out of the water and sat
where she indicated. She had him reposition himself so that he was
sitting on the very edge of the corner, each leg stretched along one
side of the pool, his balls dangling over the water. He was really
apprehensive about being so exposed, but the lustful look Mary was
giving his cock and balls distracted him.

She approached slowly with a naughty look in her eyes, then reached out
one hand and began lightly scratching his balls with her fingernails.
Jack twitched and groaned. The pleasurable feeling from that particular
location was new and unexpected. Although not that intense, when it was
combined with the fact that this, his first touch by a girl, wasn't some
awkward groping in the back seat of some car, but rather casual yet
talented stimulation by this beautiful, sexual girl, it had him very,
very close to that fountain she promised.

Evidently sensing this somehow, she stopped and asked, "Jack, do you
trust me?" He nodded dumbly. She quickly reached up to wrap both hands
around his six inches and squeezed very hard. It didn't really hurt, but
it was quite a shock. She held the squeeze for a few seconds, then
released him. He frowned at her for a second before realizing that he
was much further from the brink than he had been. Her hand went back to
his balls.  A few seconds later they found the smooth spot underneath,
and he really began squirming. She grinned in triumph, and concentrated
on making Jack squirm as much as possible, until, disappointingly, the
sensations began to fade.

Sighing as if she was expecting this, she moved her hand back to wander
around his balls while she lifted the other to lightly stroke his cock.
He twitched again in surprised shock at this first skin-to-cock contact.
She grinned as if she knew exactly what he was thinking and continued
stroking. A few seconds later, as Jack was about to warn her that his
explosion was approaching, she squeezed him again. This pattern repeated
a couple more times, with her seeming to somehow know how to push him
just to the edge before squeezing him back.

She released him long enough to retrieve her bottle. She returned, gave
him an extra-firm squeeze, then opened the bottle and squirted some of
its clear contents into her palm. She looked up at him. "Ready, Jack?"

Ready? Ready for what? He nodded. She brought her palm to his shaft,
applied what he discovered to be a light oil on him, and started
stroking. He understood then. The oil magnified her already exquisite
touch to incredible new heights, and he knew that there was no coming
back from this. She was asking him if he was ready to explode. Only a
few strokes later he did, and his whole body shuddered uncontrollably
through the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. He did indeed
fountain everywhere; in the pool, on himself, on Mary. She just laughed
and said, "That's what the chlorine is for!" She continued to stroke his
oily rod slowly, trying to milk out every drop. His body twitched
strongly every time her hand ran over his now ultra-sensitive cock head.

She finally released him, and then motioned for him to slip back in the
pool. He flopped in bonelessly, and she laughed again. "Not bad for your
first hand job, eh?" she grinned naughtily. Jack could only mutely
agree.

She let him recover for a moment, then said. "When you're ready, you can
return the favor. You've got me all hot and bothered." With the libido
of a teenager, fueled even more by what was going on, that was all that
Jack needed to be ready, even if his cock wasn't hard again quite yet.

Mary took his place with legs spread wide over the corner of the pool
after first letting him remove her bikini bottoms, giving him his first
up close and personal look at both a girl's ass and pussy. And, oh, what
an ass and pussy they were. He was especially surprised and aroused to
see that she was completely hairless. That was all it took to get him
firming again.

Once seated and spread wide, Mary sensed Jack's lack of confidence with
the lay of the land, so she guided him. "Feel that bump? That's my clit.
Like most everything else, gentle at first is good, a little firmer
later is great. Try gentle circles." She moaned. "Yeah, just like that.
You can switch to different patterns occasionally. It keeps the girl
guessing." He continued to rub her clit to her occasional gentle
direction.

"Ok, Jack," she said, apparently with a little difficulty, "ummmmmm,
take your other forefinger and gently feel around a couple inches below
my clit... oop!" she giggled, "Not that far down! Up a little... there!
Feel that indentation? That's my vagina. Push gently...mmunh... go
ahead, push it in all the way. Now pull it almost all the way out
slowly. Now back in." she paused then whispered. "Fuck me with your
finger, Jack."

Jack was now rock hard once more, and his cock twitched at her dirty
talk. She continued, "Don't forget your other hand, Jack. I know it's
like rubbing your tummy and patting your head, but if you can get it
right, you'll make the girls very hapEEEE," Jack was getting it right,
and her body shuddered in orgasm several minutes later. Jack's almost
did too, simply from the knowledge that he had just caused that reaction
from her beautiful body.

It was her turn to float lazily around the pool for a few moments, but
that didn't prevent her from reaching down and grasping his erection
when she floated close. "I see he's ready for more. Are you?" Jack
swallowed and nodded. "Ok, resume the position." This time Jack didn't
hesitate to expose himself over the corner of the pool. Mary grinned at
his eagerness. She floated slowly closer, but then she veered to the
side to start kissing up one of his inner thighs. Reaching his balls,
she teased them with her tongue for a moment, causing Jack to twitch and
moan once more, before grasping his shaft around its base and licking it
like a popsicle. His surreal disbelief returned as he contemplated the
fact that Mary was actually going to blow him. It was just too much to
believe... as she licked him several more times.

She rose up higher out of the pool to take him into her mouth. Having
recently orgasmed, his fuse was much longer, but burned quite fast,
flamed by the sight of her lovely face hovering over and taking in his
cock. She performed her squeeze technique again when blast off
approached, this time licking his balls as she squeezed. On one occasion
she sucked one ball then the other onto her mouth to tongue them, and if
she hadn't had his shaft in a vise grip, he would have exploded just
from the sight and feeling.

After several rounds of sucking his cock, and squeezing while licking
his balls, she again asked him if he were ready. He hesitated for a
second before nodding. She said, "It's considered courteous to warn a
girl before you are about to cum in her mouth." She grinned, "In this
case, though, I pretty much know, so don't worry about it." As he tried
to consider the implications of this statement, she took him in and
began bobbing her head while sucking and tonguing aggressively, one hand
holding the base of his cock steady while the other fondled his balls.
He could endure only a couple seconds of this before cumming. She
swallowed every drop, gave a couple of extra bobs for good measure, then
released him. He collapsed back into the pool to her satisfied chuckles.

A few moments later they switched places again, and she gently and
cheerfully guided him to a reciprocal oral climax, his finger again
pumping into her for good measure.

They both floated around for awhile after than, fondling and caressing
playfully on occasion. Finally Mary said. "Want to go for the gold,
Jack?"

He was finally comfortable enough with the situation to smile a bit
bashfully and say, "That's a stupid question."  She laughed in mock
astonishment, and then said, "Very well. Come on, big stud."

She led him out of the pool and over to the pool house, grabbing her
bottle of oil along the way. She indicated a futon sofa with an
indoor/outdoor cushion, then with one deft motion, flipped it into a
bed. "We call this a 'flip and fuck'," she said with a smile as she
spread a towel over it. She fiddled around in a drawer and brought out a
foil packet. She fondled his shaft for a moment to get him good and
hard, then opened the packet, extracted a condom, and rolled it onto his
shaft as he stood mutely; apprehensive, excited, and disbelieving about
what was to come.

She lay on the bed, spread her legs, and motioned for him to join her.
He crawled onto the bed beside her, and she handed him the bottle. "Lube
me up. Remember, a lubed girl is a happy girl. This oil is great for
that, and it won't hurt the condom. Normally I don't need anything, but
the pool has washed everything away." He squirted some oil on his palm
and applied it to her pussy. He used a little more than needed, spread
it over a much wider area than necessary, and rubbed for quite a while,
dipping a finger in frequently to make sure the lube got where it needed
to be.. Mary's moans and murmurs said she had no problem with this
particular technique.

Finally Jack decided it was now or never. He moved awkwardly to position
himself between her wide-spread legs. She smiled and gently guided him
to position his cock at her entrance. Her expression turned a bit more
serious. "Jack, I want you to know before we begin that, while I really
love to fuck, I never cum from it. So, especially as this is your first
time, you just go like you want to go. Don't worry about me, okay?"

Jack felt guilty at this idea, and apparently it showed on his face. She
said, "Don't worry, I don't mind. Fuck me, dammit!" So, he slowly pushed
in as her gentle hand guided him. Her tunnel was incredibly warm and
tight, and felt better than anything he could imagine, even through the
condom. He stopped when he was completely inserted, and was shocked to
feel her rhythmically squeezing him as she grinned wickedly. He slowly
pulled out, but went too far and slipped free. She said "That's ok, no
problem!" and helped guide him back in. He wanted to savor the
experience, and succeeded in limiting his first few thrusts to a slow
leisurely pace, but all too soon instinct took over and he accelerated
to a strong rhythm. She squeezed him on each outstroke, and that plus
her hips rising to match his rhythm thrust for thrust soon had him
cumming strongly. He made a few more thrusts before slowly collapsed
onto her. She rolled slightly so that he lay partially on the bed, and
partially on her, his cock still buried within her. She squeezed him
once or twice, and he smiled. They stayed entwined and chatted for
awhile, neither feeling like moving. She continued to give him
occasionally squeezes, and both were surprised when he didn't fully
deflate. "Wanting to go again, are you, big stud?" she teased. He just
shrugged self-consciously. Their chatting turned to fooling around, and
soon he was fully hard within her again.

She looked at the clock. "We've got half an hour. What will it be? A
different position?"

Jack thought for a moment, then grinned his own naughty grin, causing
her to raise her eyebrows. He said, "I've got a better idea," and pulled
out of her, causing a disappointed whine, then held out his hand to help
her up. He led her back to the pool, and she grinned her own knowing
grin.

"I did say I wanted to try this, didn't I?"

Jack didn't say anything, just led her into the pool. When she moved to
mount him, he shook his head and grinned. He turned her around, placed
her hands on the edge of the pool, and positioned her to enter her from
behind. "Oooo, getting kinky already are we?" she teased. After a little
maneuvering, he slid his cock into her still-oiled tunnel. She moaned.
Once fully inserted, he pulled her free from the wall and held her
supple form against him, one hand on a breast, the other on her clit.
"Ah, you naughty boy. I see what you are doing. I just might cum this
way."

Jack wasn't through, though. He slowly maneuvered them a little deeper
into the pool and towards one wall, all the while pinching a nipple and
fingering her clit. Her eyes closed, she didn't realize Jack's plan
until he removed both hands, maneuvered them under her arms to grasp the
side of the pool for leverage, and then thrust his hips to bring her
clit in line with the water jet. He held her there, perfectly still,
letting the water do the work, as she murmured "you evil bastard" over
and over, interspersed with lots of moans.

Her body shuddered several moments later, and Jack enjoyed the muscular
spasms squeezing his cock. It wasn't nearly enough to make him cum,
though, so he didn't move, except to put a little more weight on his
knees against the wall, bringing her clit closer to the jet, and
allowing him to free up one hand. He used his free hand to caress, then
pinch her nipples. A few moments of this was enough to send her to her
second orgasm.

Lowering his hand to her clit, he discovered that the jet's stream was
partially deflected by her hood. He gently pulled it up, and she gasped
as the full force of the water hit it. Jack whispered in her ear. "You
know, there's no one here but me. You don't need to stifle your orgasm."
The whispering plus the direct jet on her clit sent her over again, this
time accompanied by loud, lusty moans.

Jack wanted to go for four, to break her record, but it wasn't to be.
She pushed them away from the wall, saying, "I can't take that any more.
My clit's going to be sore for days!" Then she realized there was still
a rock-hard shaft impaling her. "I can still fuck, though." She directed
him a little shallower, hoped off long enough to turn around, then
impaled herself on him again. They experimented with different spots in
the pool, seeking just the right depth where Jack could grab her by her
ass cheeks and lift her easily, yet leaving her enough weight to sink
back down again. They found it, and had a lot of fun playing, but just
couldn't get up a good rhythm.

Going with plan B, they moved to the side of the pool. Mary turned on
her stomach and again grasped the side of the pool, leaving her body
floating free. Again experimenting with the right depth, they found the
spot where Jack could enter her and thrust by holding her hips. This was
more effective, and Jack was able to achieve a satisfying, pool frothing
orgasm several long moments later.

As it was nearing six o'clock, they hurriedly exited the pool, dried
off, and changed clothes. They decided it would be best for Jack to
leave before her parents got there, as it might look a little suspicious
for him to still be around when they arrived, so long after their eleven
o'clock study time. As they neared the front door, Mary gave him a
passionate kiss. "You know, we only got through part of those proofs.
I'm afraid I'm going to need some more tutoring. Can you come back next
Saturday?" she asked suggestively.

Jack appeared to ponder this seriously for a moment. "I'm not sure. I'll
have to check my calendar, but I can probably work you in."

Her eyes widened and she laughed in mock outrage. "Work me in?!" She
slapped his ass on his way through the door. "Just for that, I'm wearing
my pink sweater on Monday. And don't be surprised when I lay a couple of
nipple-sized circles of t-shirt on your desk. We'll see how fast you
'work me in' to your schedule then!"

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Jack opened his eyes, disoriented. Where was this? He looked over to
discover a breathtakingly beautiful, very casually yet very erotically
clad redhead lying next to him, smiling a smile that made his heart thud
in his chest and his cock immediately harden. *As hot as Mary is, this
definitely isn't her*, he thought to himself.

Then memory returned and his orientation shifted. He raised his
eyebrows. "Wow. We'll definitely be having some fun with _that_
ability."


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