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Subject: {ASSM} A Relaxing Afternoon - 2 (m/f teen)
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I really need to come up with a better title if I am going to continue
this.

*****

	I collected Andrea's clothes, my towel, and the discarded soda can.
I then turned off the Jacuzzi and covered it.   I walked into the
house and heard the shower in my room being turned on.   I made my way
back there, still stark naked.   My cock was slowly recovering and
becoming thicker at the thought of a naked Andrea soaping up in my
shower.

	The door which led from my bed room into the adjoining bathroom was
ajar and the sound of somebody showering filled the room.   I walked
into the bathroom and saw the silhouette of Andrea's fragile form in
the shower curtain as she soaped herself up.   I poked my head into
the shower curtain and took in the flaring backside of my new lover,
her skinny legs, and the way that her long dark hair cascaded over her
shoulders and down her back.

	Andrea looked over her shoulder, saw me staring at her and gave a
scream, "PERVERT!" and shoved her soapy washcloth into my face.   I
stumbled back blinded and surprised as Andrea laughed at me.   I made
my way to the sink and washed the soap out of my eyes and face and
turned around to find Andrea's head poking out from the shower
curtain.   In a mocking tone she scolded my impudence, "How dare you
look in on a helpless young lady while she is washing."

	"Wait a second, spying on you while you are naked, makes me a
pervert?"

	"Yes."   She stated matter-of-factly.

	I smirked, "and what about peeking through a window to see somebody
naked... would doing that make one a pervert?"

	"Of course it would."   She stated again in mock haughtiness.

	To which I pointed an accusatory finger at her and yelled,
"Pervert!"   And I moved to step into the shower as if to apprehend
her.   She screamed and made a feeble attempt to fight me off but
quickly relented to my grapple under the spray of warm water.   I had
both of my arms around her, and her slick naked body was pressed
tightly against mine.   My cock, now fully erect again, was nestled
right at the upper swells of her ass and the small of her back.   The
soap was quickly slicking off her body under the warm spray.

	She pitifully pleaded, "Please don't punish me, there were
extenuating circumstances.   It's not my fault, I couldn't help it."
I brought my right hand up and started to play with one of her nipples
quickly causing it to become erect and hard.   She continued, "I
didn't mean to spy on you at first, there was a kitten and I thought I
saw it run into the bushes under your window."   I moved my left hand
down her body slowly over her belly and to her lightly haired mound.
Andrea gasped and continued, "You were standing there lifting that bar
over and over again... the sweat on your body, your muscles tensing and
relaxing, I was hypnotized."   My hand went lower still and found her
clit protruding just a little from its hood, upon contact Andrea's
legs jerked and I had to hold onto her tight to keep her from
falling.   Andrea gasped, "and then covered in sweat you took off your
shorts and I saw it... your dick hanging there... and I could not
leave."   I rubbed Andrea's clit in a rapid circular motion, matched
by the motion on her nipple.   Andrea's breath was becoming more
ragged and her legs were shaking and jerking with small spasms as I
continued my attention.   Breathlessly Andrea said, "I would touch
myself each night I watched, dreaming of what it would be like to
touch your body all over... fantasizing about what your dick would feel
like... inside me."   Andrea exhaled in a series of short whines and her
body tensed suddenly shaking as the muscles strained as an orgasm
wracked her small form.

	I sat Andrea down in the shower and then sat down behind her so that
she was now sitting between my outstretched legs.   Andrea curled up
against my chest pulling her knees up into a fetal position and said
only, "hold me."   I wrapped both arms around her and held her there
in the shower spray.

	After a few minutes I used my foot to kick off the shower eliciting a
complaining whine from Andrea.   She looked up at me pouting, "Why'd
you turn off the water?   It was nice."   I gave her a quick peck on
the lips and held up a pruned hand for her to see.

	"That's why, come on lets dry off before we start to get cold."

	Reluctantly Andrea untangled herself from me and stood up; I took the
opportunity to run my hands up her tan legs to the tan lines on her
firm ass.   She looked back at me with a mischievous grin, and then
slipped out through the gap in the shower curtain.   I picked myself
up as well and slipped out of the shower and into my bathroom.
Andrea was standing there with a towel open that she wrapped around me
in a big hug; I reciprocated the hug with my free arm, gently
caressing the skin down her spine, down to the swell of her ass.
Andrea dutifully dried my body but as the towel lowered it started to
catch on my hard cock.   Andrea giggled at my towel hanger as she
knelt down to dry my legs.   My own heightened state of arousal made
the motion of the towel on my cock especially delectable.   Andrea
grasped my cock through the towel, a little firmer than I was
expecting causing me to jerk back, releasing my cock from the towel.

	Andrea looked at my cock appraisingly then looked up at me, "I want
to make it shoot again... but it's almost six."   She paused for a
moment bit her lip and gave me her best puppy dog eyes, "Can we do
this again?   Soon?"

	"My parents are going to Bland tomorrow morning, they will be gone
until late.   Just let your self in through the back," I said then
reached down to kiss her cute lips.

	"What about later tonight?"   She asked with a hopeful lilt.

	I shook my head, "Sorry dear, but I have something going on
tonight.   You can wait till tomorrow morning can't you?   Just
imagine all the things that we can do when we do not have to worry so
much about the time."   I punctuated the last sentence by slowly
caressing the back up my left hand up from her right nipple to her
neck and up her jaw line.   Andrea had her eyes closed and shivered at
the sensation, then gave a squeal through clenched teeth jumped up and
started throwing on her clothes.

	I sat down in a chair by my desk and watched the whirlwind of
dressing commence.   When she had everything on she rushed over and
grabbed my head and smashed her mouth into mine, forcing her tongue
into my mouth intent on beating my tonsils into submission.   As she
molested my mouth with her own she straddled my right leg and lewdly
ground against it about eight or nine times before finally breaking
the kiss and leaning into me closer.   I could feel the rough denim
rub against my cock as she breathed into my ear, "You are all mine
tomorrow."   And she rushed out of the room giggling as she went.

	I heard the front door slam as I sat there in my chair a little taken
aback by Andrea's sudden aggressiveness.   I was wondering what had
just happened when the phone rang.   I reached over and picked it
up.   "Hey, Mike... did they work you hard enough," it was Summer.

	"Yeah, I had quite a workout," I said, not missing my own irony.

	"We still on for tonight?   I am picking you up around seven right?"

	"Yeah, seven," which for Summer meant some time around eight.

	Summer was silent for a moment, "Are you OK, you sound like you are
barely there."

	"Yeah... yes, I'm fine... I'll tell you about it when you get here."

	"OK, See you at seven then."   She arrived at eight.

-=*=-

	"HOLY SHIT!   HOLY FUCKING SHIT!   YOU ARE FUCKING PULLING MY LEG!"
Summer was yelling exclamations as she was driving down the highway...
nearly hitting a panel truck in the other lane.   I had just finished
telling her the story of my afternoon.

	"No, that is pretty much the way it happened.   And how about not
killing us," I exclaimed as the little Honda came much too close to
another car.   Summer had just gotten her drivers license about a
month ago.   She was a friend that I still kept in touch with from my
old school.   Summer was a curvy hippy chick with long dirty blonde
hair, a cute pug nose, and beautiful green eyes.   She was my first
real love and we had lost our virginity to each other the previous
summer.   But when my parents decided to move me to a different
school, we knew that things would not work out.   Luckily we were able
to remain friends after being split apart; and on a couple of
occasions, friends with benefits.   And now that I think about it,
given the insane intensity of the emotions that most of the
relationships I experienced during that period of life... it was
probably the distance which allowed us to cool from first loves back
to friends.   If we had been around each other constantly in school
after that summer we would have predictably spun out of control and
self-destructed in one of any number of dramatic ways.

	As it stood now we were best friends and able to share things with
each other that we couldn't talk to other people about.   She had told
me last week about a rendezvous she had had with a girl who went to
Hollins College, her third such, and her fear that she might be a
lesbian because she had liked it so much (it should be noted that this
was 1989 and teen bisexuality was still a very new concept).   And
this week I had told her about my experience with a neighborhood
nymphet in my parent's Jacuzzi.

	"You have so created a fucking monster... a fucking monster," Summer
disintegrated into peals of laughter at her own witticism.   The car's
nerve wracking swerves matched her laughter, the fact that she did not
cause a thirty car pile-up can only be attributed to the intervention
of divine providence.

	"Give me a break, Summer.   It's not like that."

	Summer pulled onto the exit ramp that led to our favorite Burger
King, where most of the teenagers looking for a party in this part of
Roanoke hung out.   She was still giggling as she found a parking
place.   "Wait... wait... let make sure I have this all.   This is a girl
who has been hanging around you all summer... and apparently has been
stealing peeks at your bod and playing with her self fantasizing about
you.   Then when she gets a chance to be alone with you she fishes for
a compliment, which you bite on because you are a sappy fool.
Thereby, confirming in her head that you want her just as much as she
wants you."

	I interrupted Summer, "Come on, that's ridiculous."

Summer just gave me a knowing look, "Do you have a vagina?"

"No."

"Right... I do, I know what I'm talking about here.   You confirmed that
you wanted her as much as she wanted you.   And then she contrived a
reason to take off her clothes and see and play with your dick,
because not only are you a sappy fool but you are a horny fool as
well."   Summer shook her head, "Sounds like you better hide your
rabbit."

I looked at her a little confused, and she held up her right hand as
if she had a knife in it and began stabbing me with the imaginary
knife imitating the sound from 'Psycho', "EEEE! EEEE! EEEE!   You've
got yourself a fatal attraction, Mike."

I sighed and unbuckled the seat belt.   As I opened the car door to
get out I said sarcastically, "Thanks for all the help", and started
walking towards the Burger King.

	Half way across the parking lot Summer caught up to me, grabbing me
from behind with both arms in a great big hug... I could feel her ample
breasts pressing into my back, "Hey, I kid cause I love."   She softly
kissed my ear and then whispered evilly, "You gonna pop her cherry
tomorrow?"

	"Goddammit Summer!"

	She giggled as she let go and ran inside.

-=*=-

	Later that night Summer and I were laying out on a blanket on top of
a water pumping station that over looked part of the city.   The
pumping station was nothing more than a ten foot by ten foot block of
concrete with a steel door set in one corner.   It had at one point
been surrounded by a chain link fence, but the surrounding forest had
made short work of the fence and couple of trees had opened a nice gap
in it.   It was pleasant and secluded and we used to come up here all
the time when we had lived closer to each other... it was the place
where we had given ourselves to each other the summer before.   We
hadn't found anything interesting to do at the Burger King and had
decided to drink a six pack I had gotten a wino to buy for us.

	Summer had brought a small boom box up to the pumping station and was
playing some bootleg tape that she had gotten from the college girl of
the previous week... she had told me the band was called Fish (but with
a Ph), they sounded an awful lot like the Grateful Dead to me.
Summer was swaying her body to and fro to the music, a beer in her
right hand held high above her head.   Her loose summer dress was
almost translucent in the full moon's light, showing off her shapely
earth goddess figure.   I watched her appreciatively as she danced and
finished my second beer.

	When the tape ended, Summer plopped down beside me and flipped the
tape over.   I laid back to take in the stars, as she hit play.
Instead of getting up and dancing again though Summer laid down,
resting her head on the top of my stomach.   She laid there for a
minute, then started to speak quietly, "If you do decide to pop her
cherry tomorrow," I shifted uncomfortably to which she immediately
prefaced her comments, "I am not saying you are going to, just if you
do... make sure you work her up real good before you do the deed."

	I looked down at her, she was looking me in the eyes and had an
indecipherable look on her face.   "Girls talk and some of them I know
have horror stories about how painful their first time was.   And
well... I can't say that our first time was the most comfortable
experience I have ever had.   And you are not small by any stretch of
the imagination," she punctuated that by grabbing my cock through my
jeans.   "I guess what I am trying to say is, that if you are going
to, promise me that you will make it as easy on her as you can."

	I wasn't sure what to say so I just nodded, "OK, I promise."

	She cocked a smile at me and squeezed my now rapidly inflating dick,
"I know you will."   She moved up and kissed my lips softly.   Then
raised up and looked down at where her hand was holding my now rock
hard dick, "oops, I think I may have started something."

	I smiled up at her, "I think you may have" and to emphasize the point
I reached up and caught her right nipple (the super sensitive one)
between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it through the thin fabric
of her dress.

Summer's mouth opened into a silent scream, her jaw shaking just a
little bit as the sensation washed over her.   "Oh God!   I have a
list of people I want you to teach how to do that."

I laughed at her, "past lovers who never got the knack of that?"

"No, future ones who I want to have trained."

"What ever my mistress desires, I, the humble head of your harem shall
provide."   We both laughed at my for a moment until I pinched
Summer's nipple again drawing her concentration away from the humor.
With my free hand I pulled the straps down Summer's shoulders
revealing first one round, beautiful breast, then letting go of
Summer's nipple I revealed the breast it was attached to.   Summer
pulled her arms through the strap quickly as I stretched up to capture
a nipple in my mouth.   When I had my favorite nipple between my lips
I bit down on it gently, causing Summer to hiss in a breath and shiver
uncontrollably.   Summer's hand continued gripping my cock through my
jeans, tugging on it as if she might be able to rip it free from its
denim prison.
.

Summer rocked back into a sitting position away from my groping hands
and exploring mouth.   As she sat up she ran her other hand down my
body till she found the top of my jeans.   Deftly her fingers undid
the buttons, and pulled down my pants and boxers revealing my hard and
throbbing cock.   With little fanfare or ceremony Summer hiked up the
bottom of her dress revealing that she had forgone panties this
evening, and straddled my hips.   With one hand she found my dick and
guided it to her hot, wet entrance.   I felt through the head of my
cock that Summer was like a swamp, and that there would not be a need
for foreplay tonight.   She sheathed me into her depths in one quick
motion, the shock of which almost causing me to cum right then and
there.   Summer dropped the dress to let it pool around our hips,
covering where we were joined.   She then laid her self down fully on
top of me, making it hard for me to move, or even thrust up into
her.   Her face was just inches from mine when I felt a new sensation,
it felt as if a hand had grabbed my cock through the walls of her
pussy and let go.

Summer grinned and laughed at the surprised look on my face as she did
it again, "You like that?   I learned it from Beth."   Beth was the
college girl.   Her pussy grabbed my cock again causing me to gasp,
and Summer to giggle at my reaction.   She began a slow, languorous
motion up and down my body squeezing my cock rhythmically as it
traveled in and out of her steamy tunnel.   Her face inches from mine
she moved in closer licking the sweat from a cheek as she moved up my
body, I nipped at an ear but missed... the torturous pleasure she was
giving me made me feel like a caged animal.   She buried her face into
my hair and began breathing hard and licking my ear.

"I want you to tell me about it, when you shove this big cock in her
little virgin pussy,"   she squeezed my cock like a vice with her
pussy to punctuate it.   "I want you to call me afterwards, and I want
you to tell me about that sweet little pussy"   She continued to
slowly move up and down my body, "I want you to describe for me what
it looks when her pussy is split open by your cock."   Still slowly up
and down, her pussy squeezing my cock... I could feel my balls
tingling.    "I want you to describe for me what her pussy tastes
like."   The thought of eating out Andrea caused my cock to throb.
"I want you to make her cum on your big cock, and look in her eyes and
tell me what you see."   She grabbed my face in both hands, I
stretched up and caught her mouth in an intense soul wracking kiss.
I could tell by the way that Summer was breathing when we broke the
kiss that she was on the edge of cumming.   She looked in my eyes, not
inches from my face and whispered, "and tell me if it looks anything
like... thisssss."   The final word turned into a long hiss as her
orgasm hit her.   Her eyes squinted and her upper lip twitched a few
times as she rode the waves of her orgasm.   I was already on the
verge when she began her orgasm, and the sudden clamping of her pussy
and violently erratic movements of her pelvis brought me over.   I
exploded in a series of torrents into her waiting cunt.

Summer collapsed on my chest breathing in long ragged breaths and
twitching every now and then.   My cock was still lodged in her much
looser, and much wetter vagina; the combined juices of our effort was
dripping down on my pelvis and making a mess in my pubic hair.   After
a few minutes of laying there enjoying the closeness Summer stirred,
"Sorry about that.   I didn't mean to bring up the girl..."   She let
that apology hang in the air for minute.   "But from your reaction, I
don't think you minded,"   she laughed.

I laughed too, because she was right the dirty talk about busting
Andrea's cherry and calling her about it later to give her a play by
play was deliciously depraved.   I decided though to test just how
depraved she wanted to get with this.   "What time should I call you?"

Summer was silent for a minute; I could see in her face that she
wasn't sure how to answer this, "You would really do that?"

I decided to turn it up another notch, "Will you be masturbating when
I call you?"

Summer meekly said, "Maybe."   I always found it funny that even with
as sexually brazen as she was, and even though we had been lovers on
and off for over a year, she was still shy when talking about her own
masturbation.

"So what time should I call?"

Summer was silent for about a minute when we were both distracted by
my cock finally slipping free from her pussy.   The sensation of which
caused her to immediately sit up and squeal, "EEek!   I'm leaking"
She started looking around in vain for something to clean up with
mumbling, "Dammit, I should have put a condom on you."   Finally she
settled on a corner of the blanket to clean her self up with, much to
my protest.

-=*=-

	Summer was a little distracted on the car ride home, and not nearly
as talkative.   When we got to my house and she dropped me off, she
got my attention before I left her car, "Mike, nine.   Call me at
nine."

	"But will you be masturbating?"

	Shyly she answered, "Yes."


To be continued...
If I do end up changing the title, I will repost these first two with
the new title

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