Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2000 20:57:40 -0700 From: J. Ocean Subject: 17th summer 14 My Seventeenth Summer, Part 14 I pressed my body hard against her from behind, reaching around to undo the sash of her robe. It came as a fantastic relief to slide my hand over her belly, into her panties, across her pubic hair, and down between her legs. Julia gasped and pressed back against me, opening her legs a little to admit me. Supporting her by throwing my other arm up under her breasts, I teased out her clit and brushed a fingertip along it, feeling a shudder pass through her and into me. I held Julia tight, alternately pressing my fingers deep inside her and stroking her clit until she had a long, reverberating orgasm. Strangely, once she had come, I recovered my composure. I felt less drunk and more in control, and remembering my pledge of resistance, I stepped away from her once I was sure she'd regained her balance. The soup was beginning to burn, so Julia attended to it as I returned to the table and sat back down. Julia ladled the soup into bowls and brought me one. Suddenly realizing that I was ravenously hungry, I took a giant mouthful, burning my tongue a little bit. I took another spoonful and, as I blew on it, it I felt an awkward silence in the room. To break it, I started asking Julia some questions. I started with "Where do you go to school?" "I'm home-schooled," she said. "My dad didn't believe in public schooling." "What does your dad do?", I said, missing that she'd used the past tense. "He's dead," said Julia, sadness in her eyes. "He's been dead almost two years now. He was a businessman, though. He had this house built according to his specifications." "So this is your house?" "This is all of our house. Kira, India, Athena, and me." At that very moment, India appeared in the doorway. She was still wearing the skimpy, light-blue teddy she'd had on when the lights went down, but had put a blue-and-green checked flannel shirt on over it. She hadn't bothered to button the shirt, though, and the two made a most intriguing combination. India poured herself some soup and joined us at the table, taking a chair to my left. The proximity of her beautiful body caused me to lose some of the composure I'd just regained, and it took concentration to continue spooning soup into my mouth. "So how'd you like the show?" India said. "Wow!" I answered. "I've never seen anything like it, that's for sure. Not even close." "What were your favorite outfits?" "Well --" I stopped to think. I couldn't recall any details; it all ran together in my mind. "They were all great." "And who was your favorite model?" I was trying to think of how to answer that when India laughed. "Just kidding. Anyway, wait till you see part two." "There's more?" "Absolutely! The best is yet to come." India paused to slurp a big spoonful of soup, then cleaned the spoon with her tongue. "Are you done?" I looked down at my bowl; it was empty. "I guess so." "Then come with me. I have something I'd like you to try on." India stood and I followed her out of the room, glancing back briefly at Julia, who had started clearing the dishes with a somewhat dejected look on her face. India led me through the dining room and what looked like a study to different staircase, which climbed, took a sharp left turn, and deposited us in a smallish room littered with rows of clothing on hangers. "This is kind of our wardrobe," India told me as she started rifling through the clothes, apparently searching for something. At last she pulled out a two-piece made out of a strange, shimmery, silver-gray material. "I'd love to see you in this. It's very go-go, don't you think?" I nodded as India unzipped my dress and helped me shake it off. Seeing the old-lady-type underthings that I'd put on that morning, India shook her head. "You really do need our help, don't you?" She helpfully undid the clasp on my bra, her fingertips brushing lightly over the flesh of my back. Sitting, I took off my shoes and socks, then thankfully shed the big old panties. I was naked then and India and I shared a quizzical look, I thinking -- hoping -- that she might take this moment to make a move on me. But she just handed me the outfit, so I put on the bottom, then stood and slipped the top over my shoulders. India kindly helped me hook it in the back, her hands again lingering just a little longer than was necessary. I checked myself in the corner mirror. India was right, it looked great on me, emphasizing all my physical assets -- especially my tits, which were lifted and separated, resembling twin disco balls. India wolf-whistled. "You look fantastic!" she said. "Now the boots." From a pile of shoes she produced a pair of nearly knee-high boots that were an almost perfect match for the outfit. India helped me into them, then stood back to size up the effect. "Oh yeah. That rocks. Now you pick out something for me." "How do I know what will fit you?" "Try this rack over here." She indicated some things that were hanging over my head. I pawed through them, considering several options until I settled on a white bodysuit so lacy and sheer that it was nearly invisible. It was an outfit that not many women could carry off, but I knew that it would be tremendously flattering on India's lithe form. India sat and kicked off her slippers. With slow, deliberate movements, she eased the flannel shirt down over her shoulders, then pulled down the shoulder straps of the teddy. I gulped as she pulled it down past her breasts, which were dark-nippled and mouthful-sized. She wriggled to get the teddy down over her hips, then it was off, and I saw all of her: brown, smooth, mouth-watering. Her bush was small and surprisingly light-colored, and it was there that my eyes were inexorably drawn. India picked up on this and shifted a little, so that I was afforded a little glimpse of pink contrasted against the cocoa of her thighs. That was all it took. Stepping forward, I leaned down and pulled India's lips to mine, driving my tongue fervently into her mouth. I felt her hand reach around and cradle my ass. Urgently now, I kissed down her neck and took each one of those creamy little tits into my mouth. I clamped her nipples between my teeth and resumed moving downward, across smooth stomach, through wiry hair, opening her legs to get at the gateway between them. I extended my tongue and ran it lightly along India's engorged labia. The heady taste sent a cool, soothing rush through my fevered mind. Funny, it had been all of -- what, 24 hours? -- since I last tasted a woman, but it seemed like a lifetime. I put all my pent-up energy into pleasuring India, giving her my most ferocious and skillful tongue, lip, and finger work. When she came that only fueled my fury. I kept swirling around her clit and made her come again, and again, until finally she slid down onto the floor and collapsed in a moaning heap.