Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2013 20:31:18 +0000
From: pabiguy@hushmail.com
Subject: Something in Between, Chapter 2

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Something in Between Chapter 2

Very quickly Jeff and I became regular lovers. True to my word, I
wasn't looking for a boyfriend but he was pretty close to that.
Closer, in fact, than any guy I had been with before. I felt so
comfortable with him right from the beginning, we settled into a
routine where we would have dinner and do something 2-3 nights a week
and seemed to end up at his house on all of those nights, fucking each
other senseless. Occasionally, when Cathy wasn't going to be home he
would come over and spend the night at my place. Those nights seemed
special somehow, like hotel sex or something. I guess just breaking
the routine a little is important, even with a lover as sexually
exciting as Jeff. He was insatiable, he wanted me in his mouth or ass
all the time. Although naturally a top, I quickly realized I'd have
to work to ever be able to take a load of his down my throat, let
alone in my ass. In fact after two months of dating and sex I still
hadn't gotten him to fuck me. Now don't get me wrong, I adored
being in his ass, but I also wanted to feel him inside of me, I guess
it was sort of me wanting to physically feel the trust I already had
in him.

Anyway, one Friday night when Cathy was on one of her very infrequent
visits to her mom's, Jeff and I had dinner and then went back to my
place. Soon enough we were on the couch making out like a couple of
teenagers. By now I knew to make right for Jeff's nipples and to
squeeze them tightly while also turning them. While we kissed and I
was working his nipples I also kicked off my shoes because I knew what
was going to happen as soon as I started giving his nipples the
attention they loved so much. Sure enough he began cupping my crotch,
rubbing my hardening length roughly and beginning to moan. Without
breaking our increasingly frantic kissing I used my free hand to
clumsily lower my zipper to give him access to what he wanted. As soon
as his hand was able to touch the tight skin of my hard dick it was
him that broke our kiss as he settled himself between my knees. I
lifted my hips off the couch and managed to get my pants off and
lowered to mid thigh. Before I even settled back on to the couch Jeff
had my dick in his mouth with his head bouncing up and down. I sighed
at the warmth of his mouth. He used both hands to slowly work my pants
down past my knees and then I lifted my legs out of them, one foot at
a time. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back on the cushions as
I lifted one leg to rest my foot on the coffee table behind where Jeff
was crouched, letting my leg rest on his shoulder.

I put both my hands on the back of his head to regulate his bobbing,
having learned already that he loved it when I force d myself ever
deeper down his throat. As my fingers massaged his scalp and close cut
hair I began murmuring dirty encouragements to him, knowing that he
liked to be me to be very verbal. He used his fingers to alternately
cup and squeeze my balls and tease my ass.

"That's it, baby, take me down me down your throat, you feel so
fantastic. I'd love to come in your mouth. Would you like that,
baby? You want daddy to squirt down your throat and choke you?"

As my talking got nastier his efforts become more frantic and soon I
could feel the tip of my hard dick rub against the back of his throat.
He started to make some gagging noises which turned me on and also
seemed to cause him to try and take more of me down his throat. I knew
from experience that if I didn't stop him he wouldn't stop. The
week before he had literally deep throated me for 2 hours while I was
watching a movie, pausing only occasionally to rim me. As mind blowing
as that was, I wanted to be inside of him but I knew that I needed a
little time with my dick out of his mouth, otherwise I'd come the
instant I entered him. Groaning, I pulled his head off my dick, a
thick rope of spit hanging from the tip of my dick for a moment before
falling and hanging from his chin..

"Man,, you have to give me a second or I'm blow!" Laughing a
little at how it came out, like I was back in high school.

Reluctantly he raised his head and gave me a smile, "Well, I don't
want that, I want you to fuck me for a long time tonight, honey, I
love getting pounded on your bed".

At that I stood up and lowered my hand to help him to his feet and
then led him to my bedroom, my cock pointing the way, bouncing up and
down with each step. In the bedroom I unbuttoned my shirt as Jeff
quickly stripped off all his clothes, revealing his completely shaved,
smooth body. Like a child expecting a treat he immediately laid down
on the bed leaving me to dig the lube out of my bed stand. I knew
exactly what he wanted it and how he wanted it. When getting fucked
Jeff's favorite position was to lay face down and flat on the bed
and me to lay completely on top of him, my legs and arms tracing his
with the goal being me covering every inch of his body.

This position didn't give me a lot friction or sensory input but I
knew he loved it so we always at least started that way even though I
would usually have to ask him for something different to give me
enough stimulation to finish off. When I asked him why he liked
getting fucked in that position so much he just said he loved the
feeling of my skin on his and that was the position that gave us the
most skin to skin contact.

He spread his legs slightly as I applied a generous squirt of the lube
to my hand and then started stroking my hard dick as I stared at his
cute little tanned bubble butt. I smeared more lube on my hand and
began rubbing his ass cheeks firmly, almost roughly. He slightly
wiggled his butt, letting me know he wanted me to get on with it. I
applied more lube to my palms and began roughly pull his cheeks apart,
snaking my thumb between them to begin probing his button. With only a
little pressure my thumb plopped in to its second knuckle. Jeff moaned
and began to circle his hips, trying to get as much penetration as
possible.

I laughed, "Easy, man, I'm going to be inside you in a second."

With that I moved up his body and held myself in a push up position. I
lowered myself and used one hand to guide the tip of my cock to his
ring. When I was lined up I slowly, ever so slowly, let my weight
settle on him, pushing inside him. Because of the lube I slid in
fairly easily, marveling at the warmth and tightness. Jeff grunted a
little as I slid my length into him and pushed back against me. I
lowered myself onto his body, slowly impaling him fully with my cock.
Then I froze in place, pinning his body beneath mine, maximizing the
amount of our skin that was touching. He sighed and used his sphincter
to slowly milk my cock, just a gentle, rhythmic squeezing to let me
know how much he liked being fucked.

Soon I needed more and pushed myself off his body a littel bit and
began to ease in and out of his velvety ass. I went slow for as long
as I could but soon enough it felt so good I had to speed up and began
pounding him more quickly and with more force.

He grunted some encouragement and then finally murmured, almost to
himself, "This is what I was trying to explain to her".

Slowing down, but not stopping, I asked, "What?"

"Mmm, I said, this is what I was trying to explain to her when she
asked me what it was like when we fucked."

"When who asked?" Pulling almost all the way out and then ever so
slowly inching my way back into his ass.

"Cathy".

Already fully inside of him, when I heard her name I flexed my hips to
get even deeper, then I froze.

"She asked what it was like when we fucked?"

"Actually, she asked what it was like to get fucked by you." I
could hear the smile in his teasing words.

I very slowly pulled out and entered him again, trying not to let him
know how deeply sexy I found this conversation or how excited I was
that she wanted to know what it was like to be fucked by me.

"So what did you tell her?" Almost biting my lip in anticipation
of what he told his 15 year old daughter what sex like me was like.

"Mmm, I told her you were perfect, big, but not too big, and that
you were slow when it was time to be slow and fast and nasty when it
was time for that. I told her you were very oral and put your tongue
in all kinds of places and that you loved me in your mouth. And I told
her that you made me feel, really, really, full. Full both ways".

Picturing her pale, porcelain face as it must have looked when she
heard her dad say that about me drove my hesitation to hide this extra
level of lust out of my mind. I bore down on Jeff's body, pinning
him to the bed as I frantically jackknifed my body in an attempt to
fuck him harder, to get further inside of him. His yelp of initial
surprise was followed by moaning encouragements.

I just couldn't get what I wanted with him lying flat on the bed so
I roughly grabbed his hips and pulled them up and back towards me,
lifting him into a kneeling position. This change caused my absolutely
rock hard cock to pop out of him. I quickly lined back up with his now
roughened and slightly angry looking asshole and plunged back in
without any of the usual gentleness I use when first getting inside.
That must have hurt a little because he let out a high pitched yelp.
Even in the fog of lust that made me stop and ask him if he was okay.

"Yeah, I am now, I just wasn't expecting that. Go ahead and fuck
me, Darren. Hard!"

And we were off, using his hips I pulled and pushed him up and down
the length of my cock as I used all the muscles in my back and stomach
to pile drive into him as savagely as I could. Unfortunately the
excitement was too much and I didn't last long, for maybe two
minutes the only sounds were his grunts and my thighs slapping into
his ass cheeks. Then it was just too much and with one final effort I
pushed forward so hard that he collapsed under me and I shot what felt
like a quart of cum inside him. My dick pulsed for what seemed like 5
minutes as I unleashed rope after rope of semen into his ass. The
whole time I could only whimper. As the last, involuntary quivers
shook my cock I felt his sphincter begin to rhythmically tighten
again, but this time I knew it was because he was cumming himself,
with his dick trapped between his belly and the bed.

We laid there for a long time. At first both of us were absolutely
shaken by how intense it had been and I whimpered a little more as I
felt him tremble with his own release. And soon it was just our
breathe slowly returning to normal. It felt so perfect, him underneath
me. Eventually my dick softened to the point where it plopped out of
him, and I chuckled and the sudden sensation of cold.

"Wow", was his reply.

"I know."

Without moving I could tell he was thinking, "So what brought that
on?"

"What do you mean, we've finished rough and fast before." Hoping
to stop the line of questioning before he asked if my excitement was
tied to Cathy.

"Not like that, we haven't," He laughed.

After another few minutes of silence he rolled out from under me and
laid next to me, on his back.

"Was it because I told Cathy what it's like when we have sex?"

Again, I froze. What do you say when your gay lover asked if you find
his teenage daughter sexy?

"No, it wasn't that.....well, not JUST that. I don't know, t was
just kind of surprising is all. That you'd tell your daughter that
kind of stuff."

Without seeing him I could hear the smile on his lips again, "Oh,
believe me, she's heard a lot worse, well, a lot more graphic. Some
of her friends are really wild and I told you she's not a virgin.
Far from it.

I think her curiosity isn't really about you and me together, I
think it's more about just you. She has a bit of a crush on you."

His words hung between us.

"Well, it's good to know that I can still attract the teeny
boppers." Trying to make a joke out of it.

Jeff rolled over on his side facing me, "Don't worry, I'm not
mad. I trust you and you never kept the fact that you like women a
secret. Don't worry about it."

He smiled and laid his head on my arm and was soon snoring softly. I
lay there for a long time like that, thinking about Jeff. And Cathy.

The next Friday I spent the night at Jeff's and we enjoyed our time
together as usual, both in between the sheets and not. I woke up early
Saturday morning and stumbled down to his kitchen to make coffee. He
usually slept in a little and often Cathy would wonder in and drink a
cup while we chatted about school and whatever else was on her mind. I
could tell she enjoyed my company and she was very mature for a girl
her age. But that was also somewhat explained by the incredible
freedom Jeff gave her. She was a curious mix of teen and full blown
woman and seemed to change her look and attitude casually and very
fully. I still didn't know what to make of the fact that apparently
she had a crush on me or that her father told her, in inteimate detail
what sex with me was like.

With the coffee dripping into the pot I started to scramble a few eggs
when I heard her walk into the kitchen. And I almost dropped the
spatula She was yawning when I saw her, walking through a sleep fog to
the kitchen table. She was wearing thin, white, wife beater type top
that only came down to above her belly button and looked like it had
been painted on across her flat stomach and small, pointy breasts. The
only other thing she was wearing was a pair of black bikini style
panties, riding low on her hips. The mound of her vulva was very clear
under the panties.

Her skin was so fair that it almost looked whiter than her top and the
black of her panties was like a beacon that drew my eyes. Often she
would come down to the kitchen wearing what I would call skimpy type
night clothes, usually too tight t-shirts and maybe a pair of
threadbare boys boxers. But this was a whole different level of
showing off and I could see more of her skin than ever before. She
seemed perfect. I could not see blemish anywhere, there was no peach
fuzz hair on her arms or legs; when she stretched to clear the sleep
form her head she revealed totally smooth underarms also.

She poured herself a cup of coffee, inhaled the smell and finally
blearily looked up at me.

"Hey, Darren, what's up?".

"Not much, hon, how about you?"

She chuckled sleepily, "Oh, the usual, you know, hanging out and
screwing hot chicks." Quoting a stupid movie line I had made her
laugh with once.

"That's deep. I'm glad the future of my country is in the hands
of your generation. You want some eggs hon? I can make some more if
your dad ever decides to wake up."

She seemed to be waking up a bit based on her response, "No doubt,
whenever you spend the night he sleeps half the next day. You must
just wear him out with that great big thing you've got!"

She was staring at me and grinning when she said it, I knew she was
waiting to see how I'd respond. In spite of myself and knowing she
was teasing, I still felt a blush on my face but I tried to play
along, "Well hell yeah! I've been known to put people in the
hospital with pure lust induced coma syndrome. Your dad's lucky
he's immune."

"Wow, lust induced coma syndrome? Is that a real thing? More
importantly, how can I catch a dose?" and then she winked at me. My
knees literally felt weak as I looked at her beautiful face and body,
her flirting was just more than I could handle.

Unable to stop myself, "You're gonna catch a dose of something,
dressing like that!"

Before she could respond, Jeff walked into the kitchen looking around
sleepily, his cell phone in hand. Without a word he got some coffee
and sat down at the table, sighing heavily. He was clearly not very
awake, and not very happy to be awake at all.

"My aunt just called. My uncle had a small heart attack and is in
the hospital."

Cathy looked concerned, "Uncle Tim? Is he okay?"

"Yeah, supposedly he is okay. It was a small heart attack. How can a
heart attack be small? Anyway, Jane, that's my aunt, says they're
saying he's going to make a full recovery. Which is great."

Jeff then looked at Cathy and then at me, "But the thing is, the two
of them were in the final stages of selling his shop and they're
supposed to do the final negotiations next week. Now he's in the
hospital and she really doesn't know what anything in the shop is
worth. She asked if I could go back there and help her settle on a
price. She's worried that Tim will get all worked up trying to
negotiate himself. Or worse, have another heart attack if she
doesn't get a price he thinks is good enough.

Your mom didn't answer her phone. Any idea where she is?" .

We both looked at Cathy. She shrugged her shoulders, "No, she
didn't tell me she was going anywhere. But you know......"

"Yeah."

I hadn't asked, but I had the strong impression that Cathy's mom,
Jeff's ex-wife, was really out there and flaky. I think even 15 year
old Cathy was more mature.

"Well, I know you don't really want to go back and watch me
estimate the value of a machine shop. But if your mom isn't around,
I really don't want you to stay here......."

He couldn't even finish his sentence before she started listing all
the reasons she should not have to go, "I could stay at
Stephanie's house."

"Isn't her mom in rehab for heroin?"

"I could stay with Trent."

"No"

"I could stay at Kim's house."

"So, since you told me that Kim and her parents are in Hawaii for a
month, how would that be any different than staying here alone? Honey,
I'm sorry. It might be different if school was in, but it's
summer. I know you're independent and can take care of yourself but
I'm......"

Desperate now, she looked at me, "Darren could stay over here.
C'mon, you totally know him and everything. He could make sure I
don't get into trouble."

All I could think was oh, good lord, this isn't a good idea.

She looked back and forth between us like she was watching a tennis
match. I didn't know what the shop they were talking about was like,
or the neighborhood, or anything else about the situation, but judging
from her reaction it wasn't a place a teenage girl wanted to spend a
week or two.

Jeff looked at me, questioningly. I shrugged very non-committed. From
the look on his face he was a little surprised.

"Hon, why don't you go get dressed, Darren and I should talk."

"Pleeaase!" Looking at me like I had the life of her favorite
puppy in my hands. But she knew her dad well enough not to push too
hard and took her coffee and walked out. I tried to hide the fact I
was looking at her butt every step of the way, but I don't think I
hid it too well.

He looked at me, "You don't want to?"

"No, it's not that I don't want to, you know I'd love to help
you out. I just don't, ...don't know if it's a good idea. What
if I have to take off for work suddenly or something?"

Which sounded so much better than, "I'm pretty sure I'll end up
fucking your 15 year old daughter, man." Or, "Don't worry;
I'll only cum in her mouth so you don't have to be a grandpa."
Which were both a lot closer to what I was thinking.

He reached across the table and took my hand, "Don't do it if you
don't want to. But I trust you and I know Cathy does too. And I know
you're uncomfortable......with her kind of having a crush on you. I
said it last week; don't worry about stuff like that, I don't.
She's old enough to make her own decisions and you're a good
person, that's all that matters."

Even though I didn't know exactly what he meant, how could I say no?
I sighed and told him I'd love to look after her. He smiled and got
up to let her know and start looking into flights while I finished
making breakfast. A few seconds after he walked out of the kitchen I
heard Cathy yell, "Awesome, thank you, daddy, I love you. Thank you
Darren!!"

Before the eggs were even done Cathy was back in the kitchen,
thankfully dressed, well mostly. The day must have been a Goth day,
she generally sported one of about three looks plus a few variations.
>From what I could tell she alternated between Goth, skate grrl/punk,
and thug. The last one kind of cracked me up, watching her dress like
she was a black man in a gang since she was a white girl from the
suburbs. The really interesting thing was that she seemed to have a
vastly large group of friends and she seemed to actually be into all
the things or styles she dressed like. So one day, hardcore
underground gangsta rap and the next she would be skateboarding to
school.

I knew it was a Goth day since she was wearing black, patent leather
pumps, ripped black fishnet stockings under a black skirt to her knees
and a black see-through blouse over a red bustier. She had done her
eyes in heavy black liner and her hair was done up in pigtails. She
didn't fill the bustier well, but the overall effect was stunning.

Standing at the stove I spooned some eggs onto a plate and held them
out for her. She shook her head and smiled up at me, leaning close.

"Thanks for saying you'll stay with me, Darren. That's soo
cool!" And with that she took another step towards me so her entire
body was touching mine and stretched up on her toes. Instinctively I
leaned down and she kissed my cheek. Before I pulled away she darted
her tongue out and licked my cheek where she had kissed it and then
let out a very soft moan. I pulled back a little in surprise and she
giggled. She bounced out of the kitchen as I sat down to eat.

Shortly I heard the front door open and close and then Jeff came out
to join me for breakfast. He told me had tickets for the flight out
but hadn't bought any for the way back since he didn't know
exactly how long he wuld be gone for. He had said goodbye to Cathy and
she was going out with friends for the day. We chatted about what else
he needed to do before leaving. He also casually mentioned that a
"friend" had heard he was coming back to town and wanted to spend
some time with him. I could tell from the way he was talking that at
least once the "friend" might have been a bit more and Jeff was
trying to define our relationship and its boundaries. I didn't need
to think to answer that he should have a good time, as long as he
didn't forget I was waiting for him and also selflessly taking care
of Cathy. And also that I wanted to hear any interesting details that
might come from their reunion. He laughed and leaned over.

"I'd never forget this," he said as he grabbed my crotch through
my boxers and squeezed, "But I miss it already. And I'm pretty
sure taking care of Cathy won't be the chore you're making it out
to be. You might even grow to like it......." What a tease.

The rest of the morning was spent helping Jeff pack, and then swinging
by his shop so he could get some paperwork and catalogues. Finally I
took him to the airport and watched him go through security. I was
back to my place by mid-afternoon and got in the shower, still able to
smell Jeff on my body. I took a nap and then started to pack things
for myself since I didn't want to have go from Jeff's to my place,
to work and back every day. By early evening I was back at his place.
I checked to make sure his truck was locked in the driveway and let
myself in. I'll admit I was a little disappointed that Cathy
wasn't home when I go there. But it was also a relief. If she
wasn't there I wouldn't have to worry about anything happening. I
knew that many of her friends had cars so maybe she planned on just
sleeping here.

Because, no matter how sexy she was she was still 15. And the daughter
of my lover, who was becoming very important in my life. And the
confusing things he had said about not worrying about any lust I felt
for her was probably just him being too polite to say, "Stop staring
at my daughter!"

So, alone and content with that, even though I was a tiny bit
disappointed, I made myself a salad, poured a stiff cocktail and
kicked back in Jeff's recliner to watch a movie. And right about the
time I was ready for a drink I heard the front door open. I started to
stand up and heard Cathy yell, "Hi, it's me, I'm home! Steph and
I were shopping."

Not knowing exactly how far to take the role of babysitter or nanny,
or whatever I was, I yelled back, "You want something to eat?"

She was walking up the stairs as she said no and that she'd be down
in a little bit. I poured myself another Manhattan, heard the upstairs
shower start then eventually stop and tried to ignore the tightness in
my belly I usually feel before a first time sexual encounter. I told
myself it wasn't going to happen and to just relax. She's only 15,
I told myself. She's kind of wild but wants to hang out with kids
her own age.

I heard the soft pad of her feet as she came down the hall to the
living room which was illuminated only by the television at this
point. I had closed all the curtains against the summer evening
twilight. I looked over at her casually, planning on playing it cool.
She was wearing white cotton socks, the long expanse of those teen
legs disappearing under a white, button down man's shirt. She was
swimming in the shirt and after doing a double take I realized it was
one of the shirts I brought over to wear to work this week. She gave
me a saucy smile to let me know she knew I knew she went into her
dad's closet to get my shirt as she settled onto the couch.
Involuntarily I strained to figure out if she was wearing anything
under the shirt. She looked like a sexy, girl version of Tom Cruise in
the famous dance number in "Risky Business". I think that's what
she was going for, thank god she had the good sense to know that the
sun glasses would have been too much.

"Have a good day, dude?" She smirked as she wiggled back and forth
trying to get comfortable in the deep leather sofa cushions.

"Yeah, it was okay, your dad made his flight and landed a little
while ago."

"Cool, yeah, he texted me a while ago too. And, really, thanks so
much for staying here. I just hate that shop and that little town,
it's so hot and humid all the time and there's like nothing to
do."

I took another sip of my drink, "Well, no problem, hon. Just don't
get too wild here, okay. I don't want to be in a position where I
have to ask you to behave, and I don't want to have to tell you dad
on you........." I tried to break the "adult lecture" with a
smile.

She held her hand up to her mouth dramatically, "Oh, please don't
tell on me to daddy, I'll do anything, please just don't tell
Daddy!"

Now I felt like a jerk, "C'mon, you know I didn't mean it like
that, it's just, well, I'm supposed to take care of you while
he's gone......" Throwing myself on her teenage mercy.

She wormed her way out of the cushion cocoon she had managed to sink
into, giving me a glimpse of her upper thigh as the shirt rode up. I
guessed she wasn't wearing anything under the shirt, or, at the
most, a thong. She stood up and stepped over to me, gently taking the
glass from my hand. She smiled down at me and coyly said, "Well,
maybe I can help take care of you too.....What do you want to
drink?"

"Scotch", I croaked, "One cube of ice, please?'

She sauntered across the room to the small wet bar Jeff had set up,
shaking her ass under the shirt at me the whole time like some sort of
femme fatale from a 50's movie. She poured the drink and had to
reach up to get the ice bucket, as she pushed herself up on her tows
the bottom of her shirt, my shirt, rose revealing the back of her
perfect thighs. She turned her head and caught me looking.

"Double?", she asked innocently.

"Please", and this time it wasn't a croak. I was regaining some
of my confidence.

"Can I have a drink too, or are you going to have to tell Daddy if I
do?"

"Are you planning on going out tonight?

"No, I think I'm going to stay here.....unless I get bored",
smirking.

"Then I don't see the harm in you having a drink or two.

I watched as she very casually poured a stiff drink over some ice for
herself. I thought it looked like a lot of scotch for a little girl
until I realized she had switched out bottles and was pouring honey
whiskey.

"I didn't know you had a sweet tooth."

"Yeah, I totally do, I love sweet stuff."

She did the same Marilyn Monroe impression on the walk back to me, all
hips and ass wiggling around. She handed me my drink and after I took
it she surprised me by sliding onto my lap sideways, with one arm
behind my neck, holding her drink.

"Hey," I almost yelped.

She grinned down at me, "Oops, sorry. Do you want me to get up?"
My free hand instinctively wrapped around her body to support her
back. She felt like a bird under my shirt, there was no weight to her
at all, and I could feel her individual ribs through the shirt and her
skin.

"No, hon, it's okay.....for a little bit."

Leaning close to my ear, "Only a little bit?", she whispered.

I put my drink down and laid my hand on her leg, a mistake since I was
still fighting temptation. It was the smoothest thing I had ever felt.
"Honey, you really shouldn't, I'm a lot older than you. And your
dad and I.....well, you know."

Still leaning heavily into me, she had to feel my hardening dick. She
gently and then not so gently took my earlobe between her teeth. When
she released it she whispered, "I like you. And dad likes you. And
he won't care. I know he won't, as long as I'm making my own
choices."

I couldn't stop myself then. I began gently running my hand up and
down her leg and turned so we were facing. Instantly we were kissing,
her mouth open and as eager as any lover's I've had. I slipped my
hand up her inner thigh and discovered that she wasn't even wearing
a thong and she felt smooth all over. She whimpered as my hand moved
up her thigh and I stood up, able to support and lift her with only
one arm since she was so slight. I slipped my other arm under her
knees and carried her upstairs to Jeff's bedroom with ease, kissing
her the whole time and barely bumping into anything. I gently laid her
on the bed and stepped back to undress. She looked up at me and began
to unbutton my shirt, revealing the whole of her body to me for the
first time. Her nipples were prominent on the tips of her pointed
breasts, pale pink cherries on small scoops of vanilla ice cream. Her
belly was flat and she was so pale I felt like I could see through her
skin. Finally she lay there, the shirt totally unbuttoned. She was so
waif-like that her pelvis was prominent and her mound was like a
beautiful muffin waiting to be devoured. She had completely shaved
herself; there wasn't a stray hair anywhere I could see.

I tossed off my shirt and stepped out of my pants. I began to crawl
onto the bed, trying to position myself so I could begin to lick her.
Taking my shoulders she said she wanted me inside her right away. I
moved up so we were face to face. I kissed her once and almost
magically slipped inside of her with neither of us guiding. It was
like her body was built for mine. She was so smooth and warm and
tight. And incredibly wet, I could feel her natural lube making my
balls slick after only two strokes. I kissed and licked her tongue
gently but almost right away I could feel myself losing control. Her
pussy felt like warm butter being cut by my dick. She moaned once and
then I couldn't seem to thrust myself into her hard enough or fast
enough.

I'd like to say I fucked her for hours. But the reality is she had
me so hot before we started that I didn't last long at all. I could
tell she liked it but I didn't know her body well enough to know if
she managed to orgasm before I came inside her in a series of spams
and grunts.

As I collapsed on her tiny body I felt a little embarrassed for
performing like a high school kind getting his first piece of ass. She
gently stroked my sweaty neck and back and sighed.

"Dude, that was nice, but now that we've got that out of the way,
can you show me kind like what you're like with dad? He says
you're super wild and kinky, but really nice too. All my...friends
are either one or the other. I'd like to try both with the same
person. We've got at least a week before he gets back and I have to
share you."

I pulled back a little to look her in the face, she was beaming like
she had just gotten the keys to the candy store.

"Yeah, honey, I think we could do that."