Leslie's Special Kink
By: James Jenkins
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It takes place a year after the events in the 2007 film adaptation of "Bridge
to Terabithia" in an AU where Leslie survives and her relationship with Jess
has grown much deeper. The following story does not imply anything about the
true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any knowledge about their
private lives. I also DON'T own the rights to the Walt Disney pictures and
Walden Media film or the characters created by author Katherine Paterson.
It was an unassumingly quiet June
afternoon at the Burke residence. Jess Aarons was laying in the bed, wearing
just his red boxers. His dark hair cut short. His body that of a normal 7th
grader. He was 13. He had not one experience with a girl. His relationships with
peers at school had been just as simmering. He couldn't understand if there was
a problem with kids his age, or with him being different. Until the new
girl in town flew into his life with an eagle's confidence. He fell for someone
he thought was a show-off at first. Now he was laying in her bed, anxiously waiting
for her. The fact her parents were out running errands stirred the teen's
fervor as they'd have eight hours alone together.
Neither of them considered their bond to
be just friendly or Kid Stuff. They both understood that not following
the same crowds at school made them look somewhat odd. Besides, they were both
imaginative and found the unlikely even more astounding. They had been dating
for two months now, though haven't told their parents yet.
Leslie Burke entered the bedroom. She was
a blonde, the same age as her boyfriend. If she were a brunette, she could be one
of Jess's sisters. Jess was glad of the fact that she wasn't. Otherwise, he
could not be her first and he hers.
Leslie had slender body with fine budding breasts.
They were full and appeared delicate, but still far off from being a woman. Jess
loved how they bounced when she sometimes mock fought him. She had a long, pinkish,
sports bra on. He could barely saw her bare breasts. She had pink panties under
her jean shorts. Her bare feet added to her angelic appearance.
Jess cock rose immediately, at least to an
extent that the boxers allowed. Leslie saw the bulge and bit her lips followed
by a slight chuckle. She laid down next to him and they kissed each other. She
caressed his boxers, while he played with her panties. They made out. She
touched him across the body. He ran his fingers fluidly along her back.
She could see that he was at the highest
level of horny. She put off his boxers. He didn't protest, which she took as
yes. If he was nervous, then she'd ask him if he wanted her to go the
distance, but he seemed relaxed.
"Just don't come in my mouth, or we
won't have our little game again, got it?" she asked.
"Yeah, got. I'll tell you when I'm
close Les."
"Just tell if it feels magical, or if
it hurts you, okay?" she asked him.
"I'd never lie to you."
Some side of Leslie doubted that he'd do
so. Word around the school about some of their classmates said the same when hooking
up, but almost none would ever admit it.
She began to blow him. For him, it was a
great blowjob. He had never so much as kissed a girl before and despite the
fact none in Lark Creek were as spirited and heartful as Leslie was. She was languidly
stroking his cock while she blew him.
"Does it feel magical?" she
asked.
"Yes. Could you please suck a bit
more?" he asked pleadingly. Tickled at his heightened tone, she did as he
wished.
"Aaah wait,
God that's too much." Jess head turned left and right fighting to keep his
composure.
She eased back on the heated suction just a
bit.
"That's magical..." Jess said
immersed in the heavenly atmosphere of the moment.
"Is it a nice pace?"
"That's awesome too."
He watched as she was giving him a good
time. He didn't see her face because of her hair, so he gently pushed it away
to see the beauty he cherished so much.
She was more entrancing and purer
as opposed to the porno magazine models he secretly witnessed. The girls on the
pages seemed very willing almost desperate to do it, piercing you in with their
exotic eyes, smiles, arousing faces. Leslie, on the contrary, looked as if centered
on a goal to achieve. She wasn't looking at him, nor did she give a teasing smile.
Maybe. He didn't see her face. She was silent like a fox on the hunt. The only
sound heard was her steady slurps. It sounded incredible nevertheless and Jess
found himself enveloped by the sounds, along with her head bobbing up
and down. The most stunning thrill was the feeling of having part of your being
drawn out lovingly. He couldn't experience that with a porno mag, and he was
glad that Leslie had replied to his message he left in her notebook in Social
Studies class this past week.
"Les, I'm close," he said after
a few minutes of relaxing into the massage she was giving him.
She stopped the blowjob and said simply
"Okay Babe." Then she grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, put it
above his cock and continued to stroke it until he blew his gooey load into it.
They both smiled as they let the moment linger. They were happy to finally have
it together and for the future times to come.
Very big for his age, Leslie mused
impressed at her boyfriend's meaty weight.
"How do you feel?" asked Leslie
as she pinched the reddened head of his cock.
"Amazing... That was cool," he
replied, completely at ease than he'd been anticipating this.
"Great, I'm happy to hear that. It's
my turn now. Before we make the home run, I'd like to be teased a bit.
Do you wanna lick or finger me? Or I can show you
something greater. My kink, if you'd like."
"What kind of kink?" Jess asked
licking his lips with intrigued curiosity as he felt three degrees warmer.
"I like to get off with my dad's
airbrush from time to time," Leslie said with mock guilt.
"Sometimes," he grinned while
picturing the scene in his mind's eye.
"Yeah, I also like to play
with other things, but this is what I wanted to show you today. If you want, say
so," said Leslie as she drew one of Jess bangs away from his face.
In such a small town, one might think that
people keep their kinks private. While it can be true for some loners and such.
People lock them away. Much like feelings, because they're scared to embrace
them. They dread that they'll be mocked at a job, condemned in church or by
their friends and families.
Leslie was one of those people who could
care less what other people thought about her. Those beliefs, attitudes and thoughts
belonged to the stagnantly undriven, not to her. They said more about how
small-minded they were than about her, she always told Jess. Besides, she
didn't sit in front of a TV constantly. With classmates, she was always open.
But those who were rather thick and airheaded. If any of them even cared or
dreamed about life beyond Lark Creek, would they ever leave to be something
more? Who would even try? She didn't expect anybody to bear their souls to her.
People were too worried with their private problems, fears and conflicting
views.
That's why Leslie didn't have any problem
with asking Jess outright after a wonderful day in Terabithia last week if he
would like to try and do it.
"How do you do it?" Jess asked
as a new hormonal surge began to course through his veins.
"I sometimes rub myself on the nozzle,
or the hose connector. Sometimes, though, I just turn the siphon feed on and
let it smother my "special box" till I'm milked dry," Leslie said trying
to stifle a laugh.
"Sounds cool. What's my role though?"
Jess asked feeling his cheeks go flush.
"I don't want you to stick your hose
inside me, if you're not ready to."
"Yeah, I hate pressure, so thanks,"
he smiled nervously at the idea which made him squirm a smudge.
"Nice. I can have more fun then,
" she giggled. "We'll turn on the airbrush and you'll suck me off
with it, okay?"
"Cool. Let's do it. I'm curious how
it really works," Jess said raising an eyebrow.
"Wait here," she stood up and
went from the bedroom. Jess could hear subtle rumbling in the small closet
where she had all the toys she secreted away. Then she came back with the
airbrush kept among the other household tools.
"What do you do with that?" Jess
asked as though she pulled a live fairy out of her pocket.
"Me? Nothing. You'll be the one who'll
make me cum with this, so that I don't have to do it by myself. Time to learn a
new trick, babe."
His jaw dropped immediately. Oh fuck!
The young artist mind has just exploded.
"What?" he asked shaking his
head and blinking as though she were speaking gibberish.
"C'mon Jess don't play dumb. Word at
school is some guys do it. Stick your cock in there," she fingered the
tube. "I'm creative and like things that give great ideas. It's wonderful,"
she blinked and nodded her head.
"Now come on babe, get up and plug it
into the wall," she encouraged him.
He did as was told without an inch of
hesitation. In the meantime, Leslie laid on her bed. She had put the shorts and
her wet panties back on.
"How?" Jess asked perturbed,
standing in front of the bed, in his boxers, holding the nozzle in one hand.
"Come here."
Jess did so as if Leslie were a puppet
master of sorts.
"Rub the nozzle on my sweet spot."
He wanted to slide the panties off again,
but Leslie stopped him with a twitching finger.
"Not so fast. Not now babe. Keep them
where they're at now. Just rub it on them-slow."
Spellbound, Jess began to rub the nozzle
on her silk panties. She closed her blue eyes. Her mind went off again to the ethereal
void of pleasure, one not even Terabithia could match. It wouldn't reach the
peak just yet. They'd need another special object for that.
"Okay. That's enough. Please, turn it
on," she whispered while grasping at the sky blue-colored bedsheets.
Feeling sweat run down his limbs, Jess plugged
the airbrush into the wall and turned it on. The tool sparked to life.
"Could you bring it over here please babe?"
Leslie asked him while admiring his shy face.
Jess did it not wanting to let a second
pass while they still had time for this new game.
"I love the sound it makes. Really
gets me excited and wet," Leslie said beaming exuberantly.
"What now?" Jess asked.
"Try it out on my breasts first."
Delighted by the proposal, he did just
that. The sports bra was amber-colored to a degree, yet he could see her
nipples. He put the nozzle on one of them. The airbrush sucked it in along with
the bra. The nipple choked the nozzle and the tool's compressor went up, trying
to get some air inside, though in vain.
Leslie, on the other hand, let a sudden
gasp out of her lungs in a drawn-out moan.
Jess pulled the nozzle. The airbrush tried
to tug Leslie's breast with it, but once it was too high, it didn't have enough
power to hold on it for long and let it go. Jess sucked the right breast a few
times, then the left.
He soon understood that the airbrush, much
like his own body, wasn't desperate for air, it craved Leslie's boobs!
He decided to play with her maturing yet
beauteous breasts. Leslie helped him taking her sports bra off.
She was moaning with enflamed pleasure
each time the airbrush drew her breasts and released them in a imbibe sound.
"This is way too cool," Jess said
as if witnessing the perfect moment to paint the evening sky.
"I know, right," Leslie replied
as her knees rose.
Jess got a hang off it quickly. He went
with the nozzle from Leslie's breasts down to her pussy, sucking her smooth skin
along the way.
Leslie's body bent in anticipation of her womanhood
being sucked, but Jess moved the nozzle on her lukewarm thighs instead. He then
moved the nozzle from one side to the other, going round her pussy as if
painting. Her soft moans shifted to near explosive groans as she was riled
up with a need to have that indescribable feeling.
Jess decided to lay off with the teasing.
He checked the pressure setting on the airbrush. It was set to the lowest point.
He slowly, carefully put the nozzle on the
panty-covered pussy. There was a quick slurping sound, followed by a thump, as
the panties and pussy lips were sucked into the nozzle. Also, Leslie's voice
was heard, giving Jess a tip that finally, he managed it and that it was the
best feeling in the world besides the day the first met.
He played with her pussy as he had played
with her breasts let it be sucked in, let the airbrush engine roar with hunger
for Leslie's rich juices, then pull the nozzle away, giving her vagina a break
for another wild round. It was as if the airbrush didn't want to let go but
didn't' had the power to clench on it either.
Jess noticed that Leslie was mostly
moaning in the moments of her pussy being sucked in and out. Personally, he
wasn't satisfied with what he was doing. He wanted to give her more firebomb pleasure.
Mischievously grinning Jess decided I'll let the airbrush sucked on her
more, instead of feeling her up like a Dork, he mused.
He let the airbrush forced itself on Leslie's
pussy again and began to grow bolder now. First, he made circle movements with
the nozzle, as if it was her very fingers which massaged her... Hmm that's
not it, Jess mused before continuing.
Then he angled the nozzle just a bit.
There. He could hear the slurping sound more often. Now get the right angle
where it could not get fully stuck on Lesli's pussy but wouldn't release
either.
The dampened panties were standing in the
way of his exploration. Smirking to himself, he pulled them away and
tossed them over his shoulder.
Then he discovered the right angle. First,
the fluttering of her pussy. Second, Leslie's wall-shuddering moans.
The boy was watching with complete
devotion as her pussy lips were slammed on the inner wall of the nozzle and wound
up wildly. It was a spectacular scene.
Then he saw copious white juices pour from
Leslie's pussy. Some of them were sucked up instantly, other drops trickled
down to her butt cheeks.
Leslie's legs started shaking, her pussy
throbbing like a dribbled ball. She came inside the airbrush nozzle with loud
scream. Her hand pulled Jess away from her puffy...
Jess greedily sucked the juices from her
thighs and ass cheeks and turned off the airbrush. The deepening silence in the
room was interrupted by Leslie's breath returning to calm. Like she's
running the big race again, Jess thought not bothered by the fact she beat
him.
"That was fantastic," Leslie
said with a soothing smile. She caressed Jess on the back of his neck and gave
him a kiss.
"You bet. I'll never look at art
supplies the same way again," he responded and gave her a kiss.
They laid down for a few more minutes
before Leslie's parents were due to come back.
In the evening two hours before dinner, Jess
went home tired, but happy happier than he'd been that week. Leslie was asleep
the moment she closed the door behind Jess and watched him jogging up the road
until he vanished from view and jumped to bed content and thanking her lucky
stars for the day they shared and those yet to be.