by Jamie Knight
I point down at the buttons on my shirt. She nods and starts with the top one and works down. Her fingers are so delicate and little. She struggles a bit due to her long nails. She’s also probably never unbuttoned a shirt this way. Everything is new to her, so I have to show her and teach her.
I take her hands and show her how to unbutton my shirt. Once she gets the hang of it, I kiss her on the forehead. A little reward, a little reinforcement. Once she has completed her task, she lifts my shirt up and I wiggle my arms out of the sleeves. It falls to the floor and I point for her to pick it up and put it on the chair. She then comes back to me and I signal for her to look down at my crotch area.
I place her tiny hand on my belt and direct her to unbuckle it and take it off. She has a little trouble with it, so I help her by moving her fingers to the correct spot to loosen the peg and slide the leather out. After that is done, she unbuttons and then unzips my pants. They too fall to the floor, and I direct her again to pick them up and place them on the chair.
I motion for her to come back to me. Once she is within range, I pull her in, place the palm of my hand on the back of her head, and lean forward to kiss her. I hold her to keep her pressed against me, feeling her soft breasts and curves against me. Then I kiss her with more passion.
I suddenly rip off her bra and panties and start sucking on her nipples. It’s then that she breaks her silence and starts to moan. She had been trying so hard to not even let out a whimper. But now she is unbridled.
Lindsay gets down on her knees and starts sucking my cock. Fondling my balls with those little fingers that so gingerly attempted to take my shirt off just a few moments ago. She is free now. Free to be herself, unchecked. And she shows her true nature by servicing my dick.
We move to the bed and roll around in it, kissing like crazy. I squeeze her tits and ass, pressing my body against hers. My cock, still hard, wants to be inside her.
I reach into the drawer and pull out a condom. I show her that I want her to put it on my shaft by only using her mouth. She is clumsy at first, but she quickly adapts, learns, and accomplishes her task.
I place her on her stomach and slide my cock into her. Not slowly, like last time, but in one motion. She gasps and wiggles a bit, then relaxes and accepts it. I lay down on her back, careful not to crush her, but enough for her to feel my weight.
I begin grinding. I put my hands on her hands. She grabs them and holds on while I pound her pussy. I kiss her neck and nibble on her ears. My dick throbs inside of her. I know she feels it with each thrust.
She really is a good girl.
I turn her around onto her back and kiss her again. Then I pull her forward. Spreading her legs, I place them up over my shoulders, and enter her while facing her. I want her to see me on top, in control.
I lift her ass up slightly to get a better angle and really start fucking her harder. I’m kind of surprised at how well she is adapting to the position changes. I grab her ankles and spread her legs wider, allowing me to thrust as deep as possible.
She puts her hand on her clit and starts masturbating. Lindsay must be loving this, enjoying every inch as it penetrates her. I can see she is getting wet. She must be close to coming. I feel I am getting close too.
I pull out, rip off the condom and place my cock into her mouth.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her. “I want you to cum for me. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”
With my dick in her mouth all she can do is mumble and nod “yes”. I look back and see she is rubbing her pussy, bringing it close to climax. I then turn back to her and hold her head and fuck her face.
“When I pull out of your mouth, I’m going to cum all over your beautiful tits,” I tell her. “At that moment I want you to cum.”
She nods again and sucks me even harder. I am almost there and feel my balls tighten. All that tension from the day will be released. I pull my cock out and start stroking. She closes her eyes to concentrate.
“Cum for me,” I demand.
Just then I start squirting my cum all over her tits. She then moans and starts writhing in orgasmic ecstasy.
“I’m cumming!” she cries out.
After I’m done, I collapse on the bed next to her and then we both laugh a bit.
“You’re going to have to wash these sheets if we’re going to sleep her tonight,” she says.
“Lindsay, there’s like twenty bedrooms in this house,” I remind her. “We’ll just choose another one and worry about this later.”
We kiss and go into the bathroom to take a shower together.
Chapter Fifteen
Brent
Two years ago…
It’s Fall Break. Robert and I are on our way to visit his parent’s house. We took our now usual cross-country trek in my Ferrari. While driving through the outskirts of Robert’s home town, where farmland begins to meet the city, we see a billboard for a county fair. It has a picture of a prizewinning cow and a Ferris wheel. I point it out to Robert.
“I’ve only heard of things like that and seen them in movies,” I say. “Are they any fun? Are there rides and such?”
“I’ve never been to one,” he says with a shrug.
“Really?” I ask in disbelief. “Not even once?”
He stares at the billboard as we pass. “Well, as I told you, we never had any money growing up,” he explains. “My parents thought things like county fairs were an extravagance. So, we were never allowed to go.” Eventually he turns away from the sign and takes a sip of his soda.
“That’s lame,” I say. “You know what? We’re going to this one. Tonight.”
He looks at me with his eyebrows arched up. “What are you talking about?” he responds with a bit of a laugh.
I point to myself and then him. “I’m talking about you and I going to the county fair and having an awesome time,” I state plainly. “We’re going to rock it.”
“You are too much, man,” he says and laughs.
“Well, are you game?” I ask.
“Yeah, why not, let’s do it!” he says with a sudden boost of excitement in his voice.
We come up with a plan, and later that night, we set it into motion. Robert, his family, and I are sitting down for dinner. I catch my friend’s eye and give him a smile. Time to get out of the house.
“Say Robert, you want to go to the baseball field later and play catch and maybe bat a few balls around?” I ask.
“Yeah, that will be fun,” Robert says in agreement. He grins at me.
“That sounds like a fine idea,” Mr. Miller says between forkfuls. “It would be good for you boys to get some exercise. Just don’t bring Lindsay along. We know how dangerous she is with a bat.”
There is some mild laughter around the table. Lindsay’s face turns slightly red and she leans down over her plate.
The last time Robert, his little sister, and I played baseball, she hit me in the face with the ball. She broke my nose. It’s not one of my better memories. I had tried to avoid her since that night. Well, except for occasionally teasing her.
After dinner we offer to help with the washing up, but Mrs. Miller insists that we go have fun. We grab the baseball mitts, a few balls, a bat, and then head outside towards my car. Just as I open the driver’s side door, Lindsay sneaks up on us from behind.
“You’re not going to the field,” she accuses us, frowning. “You don’t need a car to go there.”
“It’s none of your business where we go,” Robert argues. “Go back inside.” He points towards the front door.
“I want to come along,” she insists. She curls her hands into fists and stamps her foot. “Wherever you’re going. I know you’re not headed to the ballpark. You’re going somewhere fun and I want to come too!”
I don’t like this at all. I certainly didn’t invite her to come along.
“Sorry Lindsay, boys night only,” I say.
“C’mon Brent, I won’t cause any trouble,” she says. “I’ll be a good gir
l, I promise.”
“Does mom know you’re out here?” Robert asks, leaning against the passenger side door.
“I told them I was going to study and go to bed early,” she explains with a sly smile.
“Well, you are a little ninja,” Robert admits. “If you ever decide to become a professional thief you’ll excel at it.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I reiterate.
“Well can you at least tell me where you’re going?” she asks.
“We’re going to the fair,” Robert says.
“Really! I’ve never ever ever been. Can I go too, please?” she pleads.
Dammit. Who am I to tell this kid she can’t come with us? It sounds like she hasn’t had a single day of fun in her whole life.
“Okay,” I say, finally relenting. “But you gotta be sure to stick with us and, above all else, make sure you don’t break my nose again!”
“Yay!” she says.
We hop in my car. She has to cram herself in the back seat, as it really isn’t meant for actual people to sit in, but it’s a short ride and she’s little enough to make it work.
Driving out from the urban area and back into the country, I notice how beautiful everything looks here in the fall. We get there and a field has been converted into a parking lot.
It takes us awhile to hike from our parking spot to the entrance to the fair. Once we get to the ticket booth, Robert and Lindsay look at the price and I can tell if they end up using their own money to pay for admission it will be painful.
“Let me buy our tickets,” I say. “My treat.”
“Oh, I can’t let you do that, Brent,” Robert says.
“Hey, I suggested we go, and here we are, so let me pay,” I say.
“Okay,” he says. “But let me buy you a hot dog or a soda or something.”
“We’ll see. Just don’t worry about anything. Tonight is supposed to be all about fun,” I tell him.
I buy the tickets and we enter the fairgrounds. There’s loads of rides including a small Ferris wheel, a hurricane, a round up, teacups, a Tilt-A-Whirl, and even a Gravitron. I head towards the Gravitron first.
We line up for the Gravitron. The digital marquee above the entrances lights up with blue letters proclaiming “It’s fun!” and then settles on the attractions name “Thriller”. This all seems to make Lindsay a bit nervous.
“I heard this ride is scary,” she says crossing her arms over her chest.
“Have you ever been on any rides before?” I ask.
“Not a one,” she sadly admits. “I just heard from some kids in school about it.”
“It will be fine,” I say reassuringly. “Robert and I will be there with you.”
We get to the front of the line and I can see Lindsay tapping her feet. She is so anxious! It’s then our turn and we enter the circular room. There are panels with padded backs and we each take one next to each other. In the middle is a guy in what appears to be a cockpit. Looks like he’s in control of this machine. The guy in the cockpit is sort of like a DJ and starts playing some trippy dance music as it starts to fire up and spin.
The ride picks up speed and the music and light show is like something I saw in a film about the 70s disco era. I see some kids climb up the wall and I do the same.
“What are you doing!” Lindsay scream out.
“It’s fun, you should try it!” I shout out.
It is all sorts of awesome. I even get on my knees and face the center and act as if I am swimming in mid-air. This does elicit some smile from Lindsay. Robert sees how much of a blast I’m having and joins in on the centrifugal acrobatics.
The DJ doesn’t seem to mind that we’re doing all sorts of climbing up and down the walls. This must be what Spider-Man feels like.
The ride starts to slow down, and we get back right-side up. Robert and I high-five each other while Lindsay breathes a sigh of relief. We run out of the ride and look around to find our next adventure.
“Hey, we should grab a bite and do the Tilt-A-Whirl next,” Robert suggests.
“I think the better idea is to eat afterwards,” I argue. “The ride has ‘whirl’ in title for a reason.”
Lindsay laughs, but quickly covers her mouth with her had to stop it. That’s the first time I’ve seen her smile all day. Robert seems to think it’s funny as well. I’m glad these two are finally having a good time.
We head over to the Tilt-A-Whirl. The attraction exists of seven freely-wheeling cars that can hold three to four passengers. The platform rotates and parts are raised or lowered, and then gravitational and centrifugal forces cause the cars to spin and various speeds. It looks like madness while watching it in action.
“You ready?” I ask Lindsay and Robert.
“Yep!” she says excitedly and her brother nods.
We line up and when it’s our turn the three of us sit in the same car together this time. The ride starts and it is unpredictable and wild. I am so glad we didn’t eat anything beforehand. We spin around and around. The lights of the machine and the carnival become a blur.
After we get off the ride Robert stumbles a bit from dizziness.
“Whoa, that was intense,” he says, putting one hand to his chest and the other to his head. “I should sit down.”
We go over to a picnic table and Robert takes a seat. He leans forward and puts his hands on his knees, rocking just slightly.
“You okay?” I ask, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table.
“I’ll be fine,” he says. “Must be motion sickness or something. I think you need Dramamine before you ride that thing.”
Lindsay and I look at each other. I can tell she feels the way I do: The night is still going strong and the fun is finally flowing. Why slow down?
“I just need about ten minutes,” Robert says waving a hand at us to leave him. “I’ll go get some water and catch up with you guys then. What ride are you thinking of riding next?”
“Let’s go on the Ferris wheel,” Lindsay says tugging at my arm.
She seems to be warming up to me which is an interesting turn of events. And I guess her company isn’t so bad, after all. She seems to have an adventurous side that has lain dormant for years, maybe for her entire life. It is coming out tonight and it’s nice to see that side of emerge.
“Okay Robert, we’ll meet you outside the Ferris wheel,” I say.
“Sounds good, see you there,” he confirms.
“C’mon, Brent!” Lindsay says again pulling me towards the ride.
We get to the Ferris Wheel and wait in line for a few minutes. Lindsay seems particularly anxious and playful right now. She’s Robert’s kid sister and I really should make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble while she’s with me. Just going to play it cool.
A gondola stops at the bottom and lets out a happy couple. It’s our turn next and we are directed to take the seats. After we sit the attendant puts the bar down and makes sure we have our seatbelts on. Then he gives the thumbs up to the operator and the ride starts up again.
The wheel rotates and incrementally brings us up higher in the air. Once we hit the 9 o’clock position we’re able to see out over the entire fairgrounds. There are quite a few people packed in tonight.
“Can you see Robert?” Lindsay asks while peering out into the crowds below.
“Hmmmmm… No, can you?” I ask.
“Not yet,” she says. “Maybe he went to the bathroom.”
There is a pause in the conversation as the capsule moves up to a position closer to 12 o’clock. Just then, however, we notice the wheel has stopped moving. We both look around a bit and wait for the ride to start again, but it doesn’t. Even after fifteen minutes we are still stuck in the highest position on the Ferris Wheel.
“What is happening?” Lindsay asks with concern. She grips the side of the gondola and peers down. I can see that her body is slightly shaking.
“I’m not sure,” I say, relaxed. “It’s probably nothing.”
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bsp; “We’re just sitting here. I don’t like it,” she says. She turns to look at me and her brown eyes are super wide.
“Look, it will be okay,” I reassure her.
Lindsay twists in her seat. “I want to get off. Tell them to we want to get down! This isn’t fun anymore!” she says frantically.
I see her face go red like it always does when she gets upset. I can’t help but start laughing at her reaction. I really don’t understand why she is freaking out right now but it’s hysterical.
“Calm down, Lindsay. There’s no reason to get flustered,” I tell her jokingly. I lean back in my seat and lay my arm on the edge of the gondola.
“Don’t tell me what to do!” she says in a high-pitched voice. She’s gripping at her chest now and wiggling in her seat. “Why aren’t they doing anything? Can we climb down from here?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say. I lean forward and put my hand on her knee trying to get her to look at me. “Let’s just be patient they’ll fix it soon. Okay?”
She looks down at my hand and then glares at me. “Why are you touching me?” she asks with vitriol in her voice.
I pull back and relax against the seat again. Obviously, my efforts to calm her down aren’t working. Lindsay just gets more and more frustrated. She twists back and forth in her seat. She tries waving down at the ride operators below and when that doesn’t work, she starts screaming for help. It’s embarrassing.
“Calm down, Franny Flustered,” I snap.
She suddenly goes quiets and turns to look at me. Her brown eyes are a deep honey color and her whole face quivers with rage.
“What did you just call me?” she asks. Her voice is suddenly very calm, and she bites her lip.
“Franny Flustered. That’s who you’re acting like,” I reply with a bit of laughter mixed in for good measure.
“Don’t ever call me that again, you jerk,” she says angrily. Her cheeks are bright red now, almost purple. “In fact, let’s not talk at all right now.”