Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2001 13:01:10 -0500 (EST) From: David Prystie Subject: Parker 3 Please keep up the responses. jongolier@mail.com Oh, and to the jerk who sent me a virus, give it up, I don't open .exe extensions. This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to persons, events, or locations real or implied is completely coincidental. This story contains one or more of the following elements: sex between minors, sex between adults and minors, homosexual sex. If these story elements offend you, or you are under 18, do not read this story. I love to get email responses to my stories. Please feel free to email me if you like/dislike the story, or even if you want to tell me what a scumbag I am. I love getting feedback of any kind. To those of you who are familiar with this story, this chapter doesn't have a whole lot of sex. (There is a little, but that's just 'cuz I couldn't help myself). It was necessary in order to get set up for the next installment. I should have it done in a day or two. -The Jongolier ---)(--- We spent most of the remaining weekend naked, in fact. Parker had become quite the nudist in a very short (and very hot and heavy) time. I, having been a nudist for a long time, enjoyed the chance to go without clothes for a few days. The night after Parker's initiation into sex we both fell asleep before anything could get too interesting. We did sleep the night spooned together in his bed. He fit perfectly balled up in front of me. In fact, we kept each other warm enough that neither of us needed a blanket. Much to our mutual dismay, Parker's parents called and said that Kym (my best friend) hadn't made it to the last round of her cheerleading competition. They were going to be home in four hours or so. I thanked them for letting me know and hung up the phone. "Well, kiddo. Guess what?" I said to the naked little boy running around the kitchen. "What?" he asked with a big smile. "You gonna lick me all over again?" "I wish, kiddo. But your parents are going to be home soon. We need to clean this place up." We had made quite the mess. There were a few more stains on the floor, easily hidden by strategic placement, or in most cases re-placement, of furniture, and the whole house smelled like a cat house, minus the perfume. After three hours of frantic cleaning and air-freshening by both of us, the house was finally in order. It felt weird to put on clothes again, after such a long time. Parker dressed in his favorite soccer uniform, silly kid, and I got into one of the three shirts I had brought along but didn't wear and pulled on my jeans. I could not, for the life of me, find my underwear. Not any of it. I gave up after ten minutes of looking and asked Parker. His only response was a terse giggle so I figured he hid them. Before I could tackle him and tickle him until he told me where they were, his parents were pulling up in the driveway. I panicked when I realized that I hadn't talked to Parker about him not telling his parents anything. I soon found that it was unnecessary when he looked up at me with loving eyes and said, "I won't tell anyone, Jon. I love you." "I love you too, kiddo," I replied. ---)(--- Two months later Kym was staying at my house for the weekend when I got a big surprise. But I didn't know it was coming at all. Maybe men really are stupid. Parker and I really hadn't seen each other alone at all since that weekend, and my balls were aching something terrible. It didn't help that his sister had that same woodsy, coconut smell to her that he did. Maybe it was something they picked up from their house, but it was a very intoxicating scent. Kym had come over right after school to watch some new DVD's we had rented. One was a good ol' fashioned Stallone action movie and the other was a slightly racy love story about two high school girls who trap boys in their house and make them perform "dares" to get out. It was only PG-13 and all the good parts were done where you couldn't see much, maybe some tits. Kym was bored through the Stallone movie but now we were getting into the better parts of the next one. My parents had long since gone to bed, and judging by the rhythmic noises coming from their room we weren't going to see them again until at least 10:00 in the morning. I looked over at Kym staring raptly at the screen and I began to think about our strange relationship. She and I had moved into the neighborhood on the same day and our parents had forced us to meet. It's that same old story where parents tell their kids, "Go meet the neighbors and ask them if they have any kids your age." Well, Kym and I had met halfway between our houses, each going to each other's house. We traded names and that was it. We were seven and five then so we each thought the other gender had cooties and weren't interested in a friendship. It wasn't until a few years later, after years of strategically ignoring each other, that we started talking. Within days we were best friends and the difference in gender meant little to us. Now, granted, we did all the stuff little boys do with girls. We had both shown each other our privates when I was nine, not that we were impressed with it. It was more clinical curiosity than anything else. In fact, she giggled at mine and I was unimpressed with what amounted to a slit in her crotch. At that age there wasn't much else visible. Through junior high and high school we had each dated other people, always discussing what happened on our dates with the other like we were trying to figure the whole thing out. I gave her advice on how to treat guys and she drilled into my head how to treat girls. She was the first person I told that I was bi. She accepted it along with everything else about me. It's part of what made us such good friends. She hadn't had a boyfriend in a while and I hadn't been on a date in nearly six months. Since my hot weekend with her little brother, I hadn't really thought much about anyone else. I watched her watching the movie and I realized for the first time how pretty she was. Her sandy blond hair, much like her brother's, was fine and always soft. Or so it looked, it's not like I got to touch her hair very often. Her 14 year-old body was slowly coming along. She certainly wasn't the bustiest cheerleader but neither was her chest flat. Her Hips were slowly filling out, just a bit curvier than when she was child but enough to show she was growing up. In a couple months she would be drawing drooling males by the handful. I had never really noticed how beautiful she was before. Maybe it was just that I was now thoroughly attracted to her little brother and they look so alike. I have no idea. She looked over at me while I was gaping and I hadn't even noticed. "Hey, doofus! Quit staring, you're making me self-conscious," she teased. I immediately woke from my trance with a start and replied, "Oh, you know, you're just so sexy I just couldn't help myself," I teased back. She took a half-hearted swing at me with her fist but I could see the slightest blush on her cheeks. We finished the movie, and headed on up to my room to bed. For as long as we'd been friends we had slept in the same bedroom for sleep-overs. We thought nothing of it and neither did our parents. I'm sure somewhere along they all got the hope that we would hit it off. We went into my room and I dug around in my closet, looking for Kym's sleeping bag. We kept sleeping bags and clothes at each houses since we often spent whole weekends together. While I was digging around, Kym took the opportunity to get into her nightshirt. While she rolled out her sleeping bag and dug out her pillow from the deeper recesses of my closet, I changed into my sweat shorts and got ready for bed. "Night, Kym," I said as I crawled under my covers. "Hey, Jon," she asked shyly, "you think I could sleep with you tonight? It's really cold." My heart took a jump, a reaction of my new attraction to Kym, and I replied, "If you want to." Ever the cool teenager, that's me. She reached over to the light switch, turning it off, and climbed gingerly into bed with me. I scooted over to give her more room but she kept scooting closer until my back was against the wall and she was spooned up with my front. "That's better," she sighed. "Yep," I replied. Instinctively I reached an arm around her and gave her a squeeze. She sighed quietly and I soon found myself relaxing. I would be asleep shortly. She shook herself slightly and started wiggling out from my embrace. I was disheartened and I asked, "What's up?" "I gotta pee. Sorry," she replied as she got up and left. I felt suddenly cold without her next to me but I was soon asleep anyway. I woke about an hour later to her facing me, with her arm around me. The surprising part was, she wasn't wearing her nightshirt anymore. In fact, she wasn't wearing anything at all. I was suddenly VERY awake. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest and by craning by neck I could see parts of her small breasts pressing into me. The curve of her hip next to mine was as arousing as her breasts. It wasn't long before I began to get hard. It knew she would notice soon but I really didn't care. After all, Kym had climbed into bed naked, not me. It was then that I noticed that I was naked too. I must have been REALLY asleep for her to pull my pants down without waking me. That must have been some job. It didn't take long for the message to get all the way down to my cock that I was laying naked with a beautiful girl and I was instantly at full mast. Kym woke soon after and smiled up at me. "I was wondering if you'd notice before morning," she said coyly. "It's hard to miss. What brought this on?" I asked. "I don't know. Maybe it was the movie. It could also have been that you spent five minutes drooling at me while I was watching it. Either way, I couldn't help myself." She reached up and kissed me then. I couldn't help but compare her with her brother. All I can say is, the resemblance was remarkable. We continued to kiss as she reached down and guided my cock between her legs. It rested there in the warmth of her outer pussy lips, not inside but along her pussy. It felt good to be like that. Every part of me was warm. I leaned back a little, not ending the kiss which had turned into quite a tongue duel, and gently fondled one of her budding breasts. She moaned into my mouth and began to squirm on my cock. Her boob was exactly one handful, no more, no less; a perfect size by my standards. I circled my thumb around her nipple and gently kneaded the rest of her breast. She broke the kiss with a smile and lowered her head to kiss my neck. While doing so she pushed gently on my shoulder and laid me on my back. She continued kissing me with little wet pecks all down my chest. She delved into my belly button with her tongue briefly before moving on down, past my crotch, and onto my legs. She ended this long kiss-bath with my toes, sucking on them until I begged her to stop. She then worked her way up until she was face to crotch with my cock, it standing at full attention. She smiled coyly once again and rapidly sucked most of my cock into her mouth. I hissed inward with pleasure and she giggled with her own pleasure in surprising me. She worked her way off me slowly and said quietly, "I've wanted to do that so badly since you tongue-fucked my brother that I couldn't help myself." My heart rate increased to a fever pitch as my cock dropped limp and my eyes got wider and wider. "How do you know about that?" I asked fearfully. I wasn't thinking, I was just so afraid that he'd told someone, even my best friend. "Don't worry, honey. I think it's sexy and I'm the only one who Parker told," she reassured me. She further helped by climbing up on top of me and hugging me tight. "I'm sorry," she whispered into my ear, "I didn't mean to frighten you. I found your underwear in his pillowcase and confronted him about it. He told me everything." ---()--- More on this next time. Sorry, I gotta keep these short since I only have so long to write them each day.