The next evening, I went over to Laurie's to study for an English exam. We had several classes together and often studied together. We went to her bedroom to use her study desk. Although it was not unusual for us to shut the bedroom door in order to study, this time we left it open. As soon as we were seated, Laurie quietly cautioned, "Now you be sure and behave yourself."
Half-irritated, I replied, "I SAID I'd be good, didn't I?"
Laurie stroked her hand across my cheek and said, "I'm sorry, Danny. It's just that we can't be too careful."
"Well, you're not helping matters any," I replied, looking her up and down. She was dressed in cutoffs that barely covered her crotch and the bottoms of her buttocks and her tight tanktop exposed every line in her bra.
"Oh, gosh, Danny, I'm sorry. I'm not used to guys being interested in me, and I didn't think how I might affect you. I guess it's my turn to say I'll behave." I could tell from her expression that she genuinely was sorry, and I yearned to reach out and hold her and ask her forgiveness for scolding.
We finished studying around 9:00 o'clock and went down to the kitchen to have cookies and milk. After swallowing the last drop of milk, I picked up my book, told Laurie I'd see her at school the next day, and headed out the back door to go home. Laurie followed me out to the dark of the back porch and whispered, "Wait, Danny."
"Hmm? What is it?"
"I just found out all our folks are going back to Bridgeport Wednesday evening," Laurie whispered excitedly. "They won't be back to around midnight. Aunt Betty is even going this time."
"Does that mean...?" I softly said.
Laurie nodded her head, and with a look of elation, whispered, "Yes, yes, yes. It means we can continue...it means we can continue our...er, our dancing lessons," she finally said. "That is," she said with a return of that impish smile, "you already have something planned for Wednesday evening."
I reached out, pulled Laurie up close to me, and whispered directly into her ear, "Well, I had planned to stay home and read War and Peace."
Laughing softly, Laurie hit me on the shoulder and said, "You'll pay for that."
Holding her even closer, I murmured into her ear, "Laurie, you're the only thing in my plans." She wrapped both arms around my neck and snuggled up real close. I touched her chin, turned up her mouth to mine, and kissed her deeply. She opened her mouth to me, and our tongues fought a fencing duel. Her hips pushed toward mine, and our whole bodies embraced. My cock sprung to its full rigidity, and through the scant cover her cutoffs provided, she could feel the knot it formed. She pushed hard against it, broke the kiss, and whispered, "Umm, you're just going to have to put that on hold for a while." Then she reached out the tip of her tongue, brushed it across my ear lobe, and with a laugh so soft I could only feel it through our embrace, she murmured, "Maybe you can take a cold shower."
Laurie pulled away from me, and turning serious, said, "Danny, I'm sorry. That was mean. I'll make it up to you. I'll have some...uh...some surprises for you Wednesday."
"Surprises? What kind of surprises?"
"Silly, they won't be surprises if I tell you. Now you run home and develop some patience."
As I turned away, Laurie softly said, "Oh, Danny."
"Hmm?"
"Have a nice shower."
I picked up a newspaper that was on the back porch and threw it at her.
* * * * * * *
I thought Wednesday would never arrive. First, I was fearful for the whole time that something would arise to make our parents change their minds or keep them from going. Second, I had stayed in almost a constant state of erection for those two days, and had to change shorts twice a day because I kept soaking them with pre-cum. I had been tempted several times to beat off to relieve the pressure, but each time decided to wait, to save it all for our "lesson time."
All my fears came to naught, though, and 6:00 o'clock Wednesday evening, our parents and Aunt Betty drove off. I waited for fifteen minutes to make certain none of them had forgotten something they would have to return for and then slipped out the back door and over to Laurie's house. I didn't know what to expect when I got there--whether she would be waiting for me in the nude or what. As it was, she wasn't. In fact, she was dressed more fully that usual, with a loose blouse and long, full skirt. Just as before, though, she had barely touched up with make-up, and just as before, she was stunningly beautiful.
The way she was dressed confused me, though. Last Monday, when we couldn't do anything, she had dressed like a little sexpot. This evening, when we were alone, she was dressed like a girl from the Catholic high school. What kind of signals was she sending--had she reverted to shyness with me, had she changed her mind about our "dancing lessons?"
Laurie stepped up to me, put her hands behind my neck, and said, "Oh, Danny, I've been so nervous. I've been so afraid something would happen and we'd have to call this evening off."
"I've had exactly the same sort of feelings," I said. Because of being thrown off by her signals, I was uncertain how to proceed. I desperately needed for her to give some sort of clear signal, to somehow point in a direction that would lead the way. The last thing I wanted was to do something that would turn her away from me, and I hoped she would indicate what she wanted to do.
Luckily, she came to the rescue by saying, "Let's go down to the den and put on some music."
When we got down to the den, I saw the lights had been turned down dim. My hopes soared and my heart beat a little faster. Even so, I still wasn't certain that could be considered a sure signal--the lights could have been turned that way accidentally. As soon as we got into the room, Laurie went over to the stereo and turned it on. The music to "Three Times a Lady," a song Laurie knew to be one of my favorites, came out. Laurie held out her arms to me and said, "Come dance with me, Danny."
Now I really was confused. Laurie had referred to this evening as our "dance lesson," and I thought she was just using a cute euphemism--now I wondered if "dance lesson" had been what she really meant. She moved against me, and nestling close, put her head on my shoulder. Holding her like that felt exactly right, and even if nothing else happened, I felt myself fortunate. The music was some of my favorites, I had the joy of holding Laurie's body up against mine, and if that was all I would get, then that's what I'd happily accept. Laurie put her hand to the back of my neck and lightly caressed it. I could hear her breathing into my ear and responded by caressing her back.
Suddenly, Laurie's tongue reached out and ran lightly in a little circle around my ear lobe. There must be a direct nerve between the ear and the cock because my cock immediately sprang to attention. I had been half-hard till this, but now my cock bloomed to its full dimension, pressing against the front of my jeans. Laurie felt the surge and pressed herself hard against it. With her mouth right at my ear, I could hear her breathing become harder and faster. Nothing could be a clearer signal than that.
I put my hands down to Laurie's buttocks and pulled her in even harder against my bulge. The pressure made my cock throb and put out such a stream of pre-cum that I could feel a large circle of hot wetness all around it. Very slowly, I started to ease her skirt up. I wanted to put my hands on her panties, to move my hands under them and caress her bare skin, make direct contact with the sweet little handfuls of her buttocks. I pulled the skirt almost to her waist and then put my hands down, feeling for the silken smoothness of her panties. Instead of silk, I felt the soft, hot globules of her ass and the crevice that separated them. Laurie was completely bare under her skirt. Under the chaste, full skirt, Laurie was completely uncovered. I had been looking for subtle signals, and she was hitting me between the eyes, instead. I gently kneaded the twin little ripe melons of her ass and murmured, "Oh, Laurie, Laurie."
"That's my first surprise," Laurie whispered.
"First surprise? There's others?"
"In time, Mr. Impatience. First, you have to make up penance for all the times you had to miss. A kiss for each nice thing you've said," Laurie said, tu
rning her face up to mine and opening her mouth for a kiss.
"Oh, what a punishment," I said, my mouth hungrily seeking hers. "I'm going to have to watch the things I say."
Our mouths fought with each other, lip against lip, tongue against tongue. She opened her's wider, completely surrounding mine, and nibbled and ate on my mouth. Her tongue licked over my lips and all around my mouth. She bit down gently on my lower lip, pulling it into her mouth, and sucked and fed on it.
My hands continued to make love to her buttocks, to caress the flesh so close to her center. I moved my fingers into their dividing cleft and slowly traced downward, seeking out the feminine treasures hidden below. Further down, the crevice was wet, coated with her hot, slippery, sexual creams. I moved my fingers up and down, sliding in the hot slickness of her lower crevice. I worked two fingers down even further, to where I could feel the beginning of the hot, swamp of her woman sex. The whole area between her legs was wet, wetter even than she had been before. Cream coated the inside of her thighs, running in little rivers down her legs.
I stroked my fingers across the inside of her thighs and Laurie spread them apart, giving me greater access. Her breath panted into my mouth and her tongue made crazy gyrations in and around my mouth. I dipped a finger into the liquid pudding of her pussy and rubbed around the edge of her vaginal opening. She moaned and pressed the v of her sex even harder against my cock bulge. Still holding the kiss, Laurie pulled her hips away from mine and lowered her hand to the front of my jeans. She moved her fingers over and around the bulge, and cupped and gently squeezed it. It was my turn now to gasp, and I panted and moaned into her mouth. Laurie finally broke the kiss just a little. Holding her lips so that they just brushed against mine, she said, "Let's get naked."
I reached for the buttons on her blouse to undo them, and she said, "No...I want to do it. I want to undress for you. Just sit down there and let me put on the Laurie Show." Dumbfounded at my good fortune, I sat down on the sofa, my heart beating fast and my cock throbbing in anticipation of Laurie's show.
Laurie stood there in front of me and slowly ran her tongue over her lips, making them even wetter and more pouty. The music was still playing, and with half-closed eyes she started swaying to the music's slow beat. Her hands went to the front of her blouse and with agonizingly slow movements, she unbuttoned it. Moving the loosened front of her blouse, she flashed me a glimpse of one bra-covered breast and then the other. The turned her back to me, and working the blouse loose from her arms, she shrugged and it fell to the floor. She slowly turned back, her hands in front, each covering a breast. In a graceful motion, she sat down on the floor, carefully spreading the skirt so it covered almost all of her, and removed her shoes and socks. She then stood, deliberately giving me a momentary view of her thighs. Although Laurie was still mostly dressed with skirt and bra still on, the pure sensuality of her actions coupled with the anticipation of what was still to be seen had me gasping and drooling: gasping for breath and drooling a flood of excited pre-seminal secretions. I caught myself holding my breath and had to force myself to breathe normally.
Laurie next put her hands behind her back, feeling for the catch of her bra. I could see the cups fall loose from her breasts as the catch came undone. She turned her back to me once more and shrugged the straps from off her shoulders. When she turned back, she was holding the cups in place. Slowly she let the right one fall away, revealing the full breast, its nipple, and crinkled areola. The other cup fell away and her arm and bra fell to her side. Her breasts were now completely bare, nipples upright at rigid attention. She let the bra fall to the floor and then threw back her shoulders, raising her mounds to stand proudly in all their magnificence. She put her finger tips to her mouth, licked them, and then ran the saliva over her nipples and areolas, teasing them to even greater rigidity. She looked directly into my eyes, and the look told me she was enjoying showing her body to me.
Catching the beat of the music again, Laurie started once again to sway--her eyes hooded over and half-closed. She put her hands under her breasts and caressed them. Then, slowly, the hands stroked down her exposed middle to the top of her skirt. She undid the button and the skirt loosened from her waist. I held my breath in anticipation of its fall to the floor, of the awaited view of the very essence of Laurie's sex. She thwarted my desires by catching the skirt and turning away from me. She dropped the skirt so that one buttock was revealed and then down even further so the mounds of both her perfect ass globes could be seen. Then she released the skirt and it fell to the floor, forming a circle about her feet. Her whole back was now totally revealed to me--the smooth arch and the cleft that split her ass and curved under to her hot core.
She stepped out of the circle of her skirt, spreading her thighs, and I had a brief glimpse of the swollen lips and glistening valley of her vulva. With a graceful pivot, she turned back to me. An arm now covered her breasts and a hand fanned in front of her sex, like a flesh-and-blood fig leaf. Then she lowered her arms to her side, closed her eyes, bowed her head, and stood immobile, an young Venus, a perfect nymph, a fully revealed child-woman. Nowhere in the world could there have been someone more beautiful, a girl more desirable, a woman more sensual than Laurie was at that moment.
I realized I had been holding my breath through the final minutes of her revelation, and I gasped for air, dizzy-headed. I wanted to applaud, stamp my feet, stand up and cheer, but all I could do was sit there, struck mute. Before my very eyes, little shy Laurie had been transformed. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, Laurie's new-found sexuality, her new sparkle, was turning her into a newer, even more beautiful and desirable woman.
Laurie walked to me, leaned over, and kissed me every so gently on the lips. When she did, her thighs spread and the lips of her sex split wide, revealing the whole secretion-coated area. Her juicy cream had continued to flow and covered the insides of her thighs almost down to the knees. I put my hand down and stroked through the slick coating, sliding up to make contact with her inflamed vulva. "Oh, I'm so wet," she said. "Wetter than even last time. Without panties, I'm running just all over the place. I need to get a cloth and dry myself."
"Don't you dare," I said. "I love the way you cream like that, and I want you keep all of it." I put my whole palm against the inside of her thigh and stroked my hand through the slick juice, caressing from her knee to flax-covered edge of her labia.
Laurie pulled back from me and said, "No, not yet, Danny. You get naked first. Put me on a show now. Put me on a Danny show." Then, dropping her hand so that her fingers stroked through her love juice, she said, "Make me even wetter, Danny."
Though I knew anything I might do would appear clumsy, even ludicrous, compared to Laurie's stunning and beautiful revelation of her body, I wanted more than anything in the world to please her, to try to give her pleasure in return for that she had just given me. So, in imitation her actions, I stood up, moved in front of her, and removed my shirt, slowly and what I hoped would be teasingly. Instead of sitting to remove my shoes, I lifted each foot and removed my shoes and socks that way. I undid the top button of my jeans, and slowly, inch by slow inch, lowered the zipper. The front of my jeans fell open, revealing my upper groin, still concealed by my Jockey shorts.
Laurie had been silent, watching my every movement. One of her hands had fallen to between her thighs, where she was tracing a small circle with her finger tips in the coating of wet cream that had flowed over her there. She seemed to be caught up in watching me and oblivious to her hand action. It may have been stimulating to her, but the sensuality of the action was even more stimulating to me. I continued to watch her hand as I slowly lowered my jeans downward to my thighs, allowing my pent-up erection to fill out the front of my shorts. Laurie's finger tips moved upward and stroked the crease that formed the line between her hip and mount of Venus, tracing the line back and forth. I pushed my jeans all the way to the floor and stepped out of them. Then I thrust out my hips, forcing my still-hidden but bulg
ing hard-out out for her view. Laurie moved her fingers even higher, right along the edge of her labia, gently and idly stroking and caressing the beginnings of her pleasure center.
I turned my back to her then and started lowering the shorts down over the cheeks of my ass. I pulled them down below my hips and leaned over from the waist to remove them from my feet. I knew that pose would reveal my balls hanging down, the bush of hair surrounding them, and the base of my cock. I held the pose for more than necessary to give her a longer view. Then I turned back to her, my cock fully extended, inflamed, and dripping with my pre-cum flow. I stood still, the only movement being my cock's little nods up and down as it throbbed in concert with each heartbeat. Her fingers were actually in her pussy now, and lightly stroked over and around her clitoris. Whatever I may have thought of my show, it was obvious that Laurie liked it. She parted her legs even more, and throwing her head back and moving her hand over her whole soaking vulva, she said hoarsely, "Oh, God, Danny, I'm practically gushing."
Then, without waiting for anything else from me, she stood, put one hand behind my head, and with lips spread open and tongue already extended, she put her mouth to mine and kissed me deeply. Her other hand dropped to my turgid cock and lightly stroked up and down its shaft. Drops of lubricant that had been building up in my cock flowed over her fingers, and she spread my male juices over the swollen head and vein-covered shaft. I groaned in the pure pleasure of her touch and thrust my swollen member against the hand causing me such sweet agony.
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