Date: Wed, 10 May 2023 02:28:41 +0000 From: ChristyDancer Subject: Christy's Diary - Chapter 32 Saturday, October 26 How did Brie know when he left? Carlos left at 11. He could have stayed all night -- Mom had a `date' with Aunt Lilly and let me know she was staying over at Lilly's all night, but Carlos' family had a thing on Sunday, and so he couldn't stay very late. Dammit... I flopped down on my bed and started hugging my pillow when my text went off. It was Brie. "You up? Can I call?" "Y & Y". "Well, it started with our tennis lesson. He looks remarkably good in tennis shorts, and I was wearing my fashionably lovely white tennis skirt and a polo shirt..." "I don't give two fucks about tennis, Christy. Get to the good stuff." "This is good stuff, Brie. He's not a totally novice at tennis...." "Good stuff, dammit, or I'm coming over there tonite to strangle you." "Mom let me ride in his car from the tennis club home, which is probably illegal cuz he hasn't had his license for 6 months yet..." "Yeah, yeah..." "Anyway, she fixed us dinner, and she left to go over to Aunt Lilly's about 8...." "Whoooooooo......." With her fake southern accent, "Alone at home with a strange man! Do tell, Miss Christy. Sounds like a recipe for trouble. Please tell me there was trouble!" "So, by the time Mom left, we were already downstairs watching a movie, and I excused myself and told him I wanted to go upstairs to change out of my tennis outfit. The lovely, fashionable one. The one I wanted to describe to you in detail." "Yeah, yeah, yeah... what did you change into? Some slinky lingerie? Something red with lots of feathers???? Black patent leather and matching stiletto boots?" "No, silly, just a t-shirt and little booty shorts. I had been wearing a sports bra all day, so took it off and just wore my white thong as underwear. I wanted to be able to strip for him if it came to that." "Did it??? Tell me it did?" "It did, but you're getting w-a-a-ay ahead of the story. I went back downstairs, sat next to him on the sofa, and pulled his arm around my shoulder. We just sat there cuddling for a while, and I grabbed a blanket and covered the two of us. It was nice. He was still wearing his tennis shorts and shirt, although he kicked off his shoes and socks. He was just a little bit sweaty, but I liked the musky smell." "Musky. Got it." "Not bad musky, just a nice male scent. Anyway, somewhere along the line we started kissing. I'm not sure just when or for how long, but we were making out pretty heavy. Sometime in there, we both got pretty hands-y. I was enjoying his chest and abs. You know he works out, right?" "Sigh... abs. I'm listening." "Somewhere in there, I don't know when, my hand went down to his shorts. I can't even remember doing it, but I unfastened and unzipped his shorts, and was massaging his cock. It was wonderful. I pulled away from kissing him, just so I could focus my attention on his cock. It felt wonderful in my hand. I explored every bit of it, and he has this little spot, right on the underside of his cock where it meets his scrotum, and that spot seems to really drive him. I made sure to rub that spot in particular." "He reached down and pulled my hand away, and said he wasn't ready to cum yet. He wanted to explore ME some more. He reached down with both hands, pulled my t-shirt up over my head, and very gently started holding my boobies. He was fascinated with them, but he was very careful, like he knew they were still very sore and growing." "I just looked in his eyes while he was doing that, and reached up and started playing with his hair. He ran his hands all over my torso and back, and I just felt his face and neck. We both paused, and I couldn't believe myself, but I asked him to paddle me. I really did. I can't believe I said that, but he just nodded, and told me to stand up." "Oh my gawd. You went there!" "Yes. I tossed off the blanket, and stood up, just wearing my little bootie shorts and nothing else. He stared up at me, and with a firm voice, told me to remove the shorts. I put my thumbs in my waistband, and wiggled out of the shorts, dropping them to my ankles. Now, I was just standing there in my little white thong." "He told me to turn around, and I faced away from him. He grabbed my bottom, and massaged it, like he was inspecting where he was going to give me my paddling. It was all extremely exciting and demeaning at the same time." "Then, Carlos sat forward on the edge of the sofa. He ordered me to turn around and face him again. With a swift move, he reached up and pulled my torso over his lap, with my mostly bare butt high in the air. Before I could catch my breath, his open palm swatted down on my ass cheek. It stung and felt wonderful all at the same time!" "Then he asked me, `how many of those do you think you need, little girl?' And all I could do was gasp, `as many as you think I need.... Sir." "Oh shit. You called him SIR????" "Yeah. I have no idea where that came from. I think I've been watching too many pornos. Anyway, he pounded away on my ass, one slap after another, maybe like eight or ten, I lost count. Then, he ordered me to stand up and turn around, saying `I need to admire my work.' Then he said, `Your ass turns the most wonderful shade of red. I've never seen anything like it. I'll bet you're going to be sore in the morning. How are you going to explain that to your mother?' Oh my gawd.... I thought I was going to cum in my pants." "What happened? You didn't stop there?" "NO! He grabbed a pillow off the sofa -- a big fluffy one -- and put it on the floor between his feet. He spread his knees, and ordered me to kneel on the pillow facing him. I quickly did as I was told, and he tossed the blanket over my entire body and head, so I was completely covered and focused on the rock-hard cock staring me in the face." "He reached beneath the blanket, put his fingers in my hair behind the back of my head, and guided my head down to his cock. I put my hands around him, and focused all of my attention on his cock. I have to tell you, Brie, I totally went into a trance. I can't tell you how much my body became an extension of his cock. I couldn't fit all of it in my mouth, but I could use my tongue to stretch down the base of his cock and tickle that little spot right where his cock joins his scrotum. I could feel him twitch every time I did that, and I did it a lot." I could hear Brie breathing heavily on the phone at this point. I paused telling her the story for a moment to let her catch up, and finally she said, "Christy, you realize my hormones are not quite as gay as I am. Keep talking." "Again, time just disappeared. I might have been down there for five minutes or thirty, I just don't know. But, my mouth recognized the sign that he was about to cum, and I knew from our last time that he wanted me to stop any motions, take a much of him in my mouth as possible, and swallow down every drop. After my paddling, I was in a `good girl' mode, and knew that my mouth was just an extension of his cock. He oozed out into my mouth, his juices mingling with my saliva, and I swallowed as best I could. After his spasms stopped, I kept my mouth on his cock, and felt him relax for the next few minutes." "After that, he reached down under my arm pits and pulled me up onto his lap. I could feel his naked cock under my butt, and cuddled up with my head on his shoulder. He smiled at me, and I closed my eyes and took a little nap." "Oh hell, Christy, you're not going to make me go straight, but this is the hottest thing I have ever heard." "We could have laid there cuddling all night, but like I said, he needed to get home, so he left a few minutes ago. My ass hurts a bit, and my jaw is a little sore, but it's all a good hurt and a good sore. I can't wait to do it again." "Sister, you need to be ready to put up a cat house in the morning. Get a good nights sleep. I'm going to cuddle up to my pillow and think about the story you just told me." "Not a story, Brie. Just a wonderful Saturday evening."