Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 12:01:45 -0800 From: J. Ocean Subject: 17th summer 25 My Seventeenth Summer, Part 25 I used my tongue and hands to make Tina come three times, gripping my head with her thighs, scratching my neck with her nails. Then I shucked my cutoffs and panties and crawled up her, kneeling with my crotch in her face to demand satisfaction. I thrilled to the feeling of her tongue sliding inside me, feeling both physical pleasure and a satisfying sense of triumph. After a few minutes, I flipped around and laid myself atop her, and we had a long, leisurely 69, the midday sun falling on our naked bodies. Finally, as the afternoon wore on, we tired ourselves out and lay quietly entwined on Tina's bed. After some time, she whispered in my ear, "You'd better get going. My stepmom will be home soon." I nodded and rolled toward her, closing my eyes and cupping her slick pussy with my hand. Then we both nodded off for a while, only to be awakened by the sound of a door opening and closing downstairs. Tina's eyes shot open. "Shit," she said. We both jumped up and scrambled to put on some clothes. Unfortunately, I had my cutoffs but not my top, so I had to borrow one of Tina's T-shirts. My top, of course, was down in the kitchen, but there was nothing we could do about that now. A woman's voice called up from downstairs, saying "Tina? Are you there?" "Yeah," answered Tina, "be down in a second." We both quickly put ourselves together as best we could, tying back our mussed hair and splashing on perfume to cover the smell of sex. Tina looked at me and shrugged. "We'd better go down." We traipsed downstairs to find Tina's stepmom standing by the kitchen table sorting through mail; my top sat in a pile on one corner of the table. Her eyes were attracted by the motion and she turned toward us. She was maybe an inch taller than me, with long, dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes. A basically nice face, but with kind of a pinched, tight expression. She was wearing a flower-print dress that was cut high on top and went down to her ankles, but I could see that she had a nice body, buxom with wide hips. "Hannah," said Tina, "this is my friend Morgan." Hannah offered me a small, soft hand. "I didn't know you were having anyone over today." "She just happened to be in the neighborhood," answered Tina, with a note of sarcasm in her voice that Hannah missed but I didn't. Thinking quickly, Tina scooped up my top and handed it to me. "We were going to go swimming." "OK," said Hannah. "Morgan, would you like to join us for dinner afterwards?" I thought for a second and looked over at Tina, who nodded subtly. "Sure," I said. "That would be great." I wasn't actually sure this was a good idea, but I guess it would have looked weird for me to decline. So Tina and I went back upstairs and changed into bathing suits; she lent me a bikini bottom that didn't quite fit or match my top, but was close enough. As we were changing I took the opportunity to finger her for a few seconds, but then she slapped my hand away, whispering "Not now." We went to her neighborhood pool and swam for about an hour. It was a gorgeous day and I felt incredibly calm and relaxed in this wholesome setting after our afternoon-long fuck. In the middle of the swim I left Tina and snuck off to call Madeleine on the pay phone in the poolhouse. "Mission accomplished," I told her. "Good girl!" said Madeleine. "Tell me all about it." I looked around at the swimmers who were walking through the hallway. "Um, I can't right now. But her stepmom invited me over to dinner and I said yes. Is that OK?" "Yeah, good," said Madeleine. "Don't worry about me. Work on Friday night." "OK. I better go now." "See you soon." "Bye." After the swim, we showered and went back to Tina's house, where we had dinner with Hannah and Tina's dad, David. Tina was right, Hannah was really religious -- every other thing she said during dinner was about Jesus. But she was a good cook, so I ate quietly and smiled, thinking of Tina naked, her back arched, pleading with me to lick her pussy. From Tina's I went straight to Madeleine's and told her everything that had happened, stroking her clit as I gave her a play-by-play of my roll in the hay with Tina. Then I went home and to bed, but had trouble sleeping, energized by the new possibilities that had opened up before me. * * * So that became my routine for the week. I'd go over to Tina's in the late morning, spend the afternoon romping with her, then go swimming and have dinner over there. It was uncomfortable sometimes being around Hannah, who was usually so friendly but then would go off on these Christian rants. One night at dinner David happened to mention a gay coworker and Hannah got this hard look in her eyes and went off about the perversion of homosexuality and what an abomination it was before the Lord. For a second she met my eyes and I thought, she knows -- this whole lecture is really directed at me. Then I thought no, she'd never let me hang around with her stepdaughter if she knew. But I started keeping a close eye on Hannah after that -- if she started to suspect, it wouldn't take her long to clue in. She'd smell pussy on Tina's breath or something, and then there would be hell to pay. Complicating matters even further was the fact that there was something really appealing about Hannah. When she relaxed, she could be a lot of fun to be with -- and she was pretty cute too. But then her fundamentalist attitudes would come in and make it hard to like her. In any case, Tina and I were having a great time together. There was an innocence to being with her that was completely different from my sex with Madeleine, which was always so intense and emotionally charged. With Tina it was like two kittens playing. But then I started to think about the two of us with Madeleine and the idea got me so fucking hot that I started feeling faint. I told Tina, "There's someone I'd really like you to meet. Are you doing anything Friday night?" She said no, so I gave her Madeleine's address and told her she should come over at 7:30. When I told Madeleine that night, she gave me a huge kiss and took me to the basement, where she tied me up and thoroughly pleasured every part of my body. * * * Friday morning I brought a strap-on to Tina's and fucked her long and slow from behind. It was hot so we took a break, wrapped ourselves in towels and went downstairs for a drink -- I was craving grape juice. But when we got downstairs, Hannah was in the living room watching TV. We had a moment of severe panic. How long had she been home? Had she heard Tina's desperate yowling? How could she have not? We turned to sneak back up the stairs, but it was too late. Hannah had spotted us; she looked over with a perplexed expression on her face. "What are you girls doing?" Silence. My mind was racing to come up with a good cover story, but I was drawing a blank. Finally, Tina offered up "We were trying on some outfits." It wasn't terribly convincing, and Hannah didn't look convinced, but she turned back to the TV. "Well, please don't walk around the house like that. It could give people the wrong idea." After Tina and I had gotten dressed, Hannah called us downstairs and told us to have a seat. She said there was something she wanted us to see and slid a tape into the VCR. It turned out to be this Christian video for teenage girls all about the temptations and evils of lesbianism -- how it might seem harmless at first but would inevitably lead to mental decay, moral degradation and crack smoking. I think it was an hour long, but it seemed to last for days. The tension in the room was so thick I felt like I couldn't move -- I just sat frozen in place, unable to bring myself to look at Tina. At one point I did catch Hannah out of the corner of my eye, and she was totally rapt, staring at the two girls kissing onscreen with her face screwed up into a scowl and the corners of her mouth turned up. "Disgusting," she muttered fiercely. When it was finally over, I said something about having to get home and bolted for the door without looking back. Things had turned weird and I needed some time to figure out what to do about it.