"My God," Jill said, not entirely in displeasure, "I feel so funky dirty I ought to take a bath! You have an imagination and a half, Didi. Bet you could make some money writing dirty books. Anyway, he is my brother, so it would have to be just the two of you and besides, take a look. The neighbors can see the patio and pool from their living room and from their kitchen, not to mention the upstairs bath."
"Yeah," I said glumly, "I suppose you're right. But it was good while it lasted." Down by the pool Greg was finishing up his exercises, unaware that he'd just played a starring role in my dreamiest fantasy yet. And that's all it would ever be – a fantasy, I reminded myself. A fantasy compounded by too much reading in sex novels where people spent twenty-four hours a day fucking and sucking, not even bothering to take time off for meals or sleep. That, and the usual adolescent longings. How come I could be so aggressive and forceful in my dreams, but when it came to real, flesh and blood boys, I was too nervous to open my Goddamned mouth? I suppose it could have been worse. I could have been a wallflower in my fantasies, too. That would have been an unbearable bummer.
What wasn't? Tomorrow afternoon Jill and Greg and their parents were going off for a month's vacation by the sea, and I'd be stuck here in the middle of Ohio, all by myself for four lousy weeks. With Jill away I wouldn't have anyone to talk to even, let alone share my secret dreams and wishes with. Was I supposed to chat with my mom and, in the process, tell her about this dreamy fantasy I had of getting fucked by Tony Orlando or Robert Redford or Jill's big brother Greg? Fat chance!
Horseshit! Why couldn't Mom and Daddy have let me go along with Jill and her family? I'd been invited, but my parents said no, I didn't need to be running off, so here I was. Stuck. About the only thing I could look forward to doing the next month was a lot of masturbating. What else was there, for God's sake? I felt alone and deserted already, even with Jill standing beside me. It was like she was already gone.
She went across the room toward her bed, stripping off the tiny new bikini as she walked. Picking up her shorts and halter she turned in my direction, and I had a quick glimpse of her naked front – the little-mouthed smile, the soft, brown tipped boobs, the auburn thatch of her beaver which I'd helped trim into shape for the nude look of summer. I wished, then, that we weren't so grown-up and sophisticated. It would be nice to tell her goodbye by rolling on the bed the way we did when we were kids. I'd kiss her lips and chew daintily at her nipples, and she could do the same for me. We'd get all sweaty and musky, and our pussies would be so drippy-warm and ready that fingers would slide into the slippery depths with no trouble at all, and we could moan and sigh together as we climaxed like angels in heaven. Maybe – now that I knew it was a normal thing to do – I'd even be brave enough to part her cunny lips with my fingers and use my tongue on the coral pink slickness inside, and of course she'd have to do the same for me. I wondered how it felt to have a tongue working on your cunt. I used to wonder about that a lot. The books all said it was ecstasy unrestrained, and I wished I knew how ecstasy unrestrained felt, because I didn't have the least idea.
But Jill was dressing, and clearly she didn't share my ideas about the proper way for two girl friends to say goodbye for a month. Oh, it was kid stuff anyway. We hadn't known what we were doing, really, till after we quit doing it and got a little older and wiser. Now it was too late, to recapture the innocence of the past. Who even wanted to?
We needed guys, guys of our own, to do all the magic things to us that so far we'd only been able to dream about.
"I wish you were coming with me," Jill sighed, tying her halter into place. It covered her titties like a coat of paint, and her nipples were thick and obvious in the fabric. She smoothed her hand across them, then looked at me with a shy smile. "Wow," she confessed, "sometimes they still ache the way they did when they were filling out. Remember? And I get so horny, Didi! I'll bet we could find ourselves some male talent if we were cruising the beach together. Guys who weren't afraid of our being so tall and ugly, guys who'd want nothing more than to ball our brains out. If we have any brains, I mean," she giggled. "God, I may even give it a try without you! I don't think I can live through this summer if I don't get some, and I'm not talking about a tan!"
"Lots of luck," I said flippantly, but I knew exactly what she meant.
"C'mon," she said, "Mom and Daddy aren't home yet. We can sneak a couple of beers out of the refrigerator and get tight before they come in." It looked like the best available, so I followed her downstairs, my heart riding inside me a little lower than my ass.
Six draggy days later I got Jill's first letter. I should tell you now that she is a compulsive letter writer. She loves to do it. When we were in sixth grade, and I was out of school for a week with measles, she wrote me every day – six, seven, once a ten-pager. It was that way every time we were separated for very long, and when I saw the envelope in the morning mail, I knew this vacation would certainly be no exception. So I grabbed a can of sugarfree and went to my room to read the news from my old buddy. Ten minutes later, after stifling an unplanned scream of shock, I decided I'd better walk down to the park and finish reading it:
Dear Didi,
I haven't seen you in three days, almost, and it seems like a month at least. So many things to tell you already, and we've only just gotten settled in here. We're staying in a hotel on the beach, and it's fabulous – sorta like Las Vegas by the sea, except that there's no gambling, of course, and no gangsters. At least, none that look like gangsters, but you remember Al Pacino in Godfather? He didn't look like a hood, but he sure was.
Anyway, the place is mostly staffed with college kids earning themselves a beach vacation. The girls all sound like they're from Boston or someplace… you know – 'Pahk the cah' – but some of the guys are definitely righteous, and I just wish you were here so we could ogle them together. And there are bikinis even skimpier than mine on the beach. I saw a girl who was wearing what looked like two Band-Aids and a cork; she was brown as a Negro, and if you know my Dad, you know who he was looking at. Mom got a little pissed, of course. I don't know why. She oughta be glad he's thinking about putting it to somebody else, if she doesn't enjoy having it put to her. Greg, of course, is the hit of the seashore. I hardly ever see him. He's usually surrounded by an army of girls, most of them disgustingly beautiful. Maybe you should have tried that little scheme on him the other day, after all.
There are millions of boys here, or so I'm told, but I haven't seen that many yet. Mostly middle-aged men, balding with paunches and sicky patches of white skin all over, not to mention fat wives whose best friends should have told them how terrible they look in tight swim suits. Someone saw a shark this morning, but no one seems to care. The people on the beach are thick as ants at a picnic; I don't think I'm even going to venture down today. Maybe I'll go for a walk instead. They tell me that the crowd thins out considerably a mile or so down the beach, and since nobody's paying my string suit enough attention, and since I just mined the mail pickup anyway, think I'll go strolling. Bye for now.
"Dee – I am back and you honest to Jesus God will not believe this!"
Let me get my head together, sugarplum. I need a drink to steady my nerves, I think. Or do I? Who knows? Who gives a shit? This is too fabulous to hold back, so sit down and get ready!
I went for my walk, right? Past the lines of beach umbrellas and past the yelling little kids and their sunburning parents, and I just walked and walked. I was wearing my new bikini, the sexy one, and the sun was cooking me on the way, and it felt good, sooo goooooddd, I just wanted to splash in the water and maybe do a bikini ballet on the beach or something. The sky was incredibly blue, and the smell of sea water made my head giddy.
Well, I must have walked two or three miles, just strutting along, and after a while I didn't see anybody at all. Just me and God and the seagulls, communing with nature. Until I rounded a little point of land that angles down to meet the tide, and THERE… HE… WAS! Just like in a book or a movie, Didi! It was a boy, and he was lying on the sand watching the sea, almost as if he were waiting for me. Stretched out on a blanket, six and a half feet of tanned manhood-his height, I mean; he had two feet like anybody else – and he was beautiful. Try to imagine, if you can, Michelangelo's David come to life. Swim trunks covering up the most interesting part, sure, but they were tight trunks, the kind Greg was wearing the other day, and they didn't exactly do a figleaf's job of concealment.
I saw him first, and I just stopped, dead in my tracks. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I was getting wet between the legs. God, it was just like when Robert Redford took off his shirt in that movie and you knew he was gonna go to bed with the girl and both of us were sitting there moaning, wondering why it couldn't be one of us – or better still, both of us…
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah! I stood then, staring at him the way a dog stares at a fresh juicy bone, and finally he must have realized I was present, because he looked in my direction, hit eyes sparkling as they surveyed me up and down, and then he kinda sat up and said "Hi." "Hi." Two little letters. Why should they make you break out in a sweat all over? Why should your legs get so weak you don't think you can stand on them another second?
So I said "Hi", too, and he smiled – ohhhhhhh, did he ever smile!!!! And I still couldn't move, not even when he patted the blanket and said, "You going anywhere special?" At least I didn't think I could move. Silly me! When I looked down at the tips of my toes, I noticed that they'd come to a stop less than a foot from his nearest, prettiest thigh. Sitting down with him was a surprise, too, but it was a very nice surprise. And I looked at his face, Didi, and it was so and it was so beautiful that I fell love right on the spot.
He asked me what my name was, and I told him, and he said his was Kerry. Kerry Sullivan. Very Irish, huh? And he speaks with a marked New England accent, so I suspect he's from that rich Boston Irish crowd, you know, like the Kennedys? Well, we didn't get down to backgrounds, exactly, though we may later. And before you bother asking the question, the answer is yes! There will most certainly be a later for me and Kerry!
Why you're probably asking yourself. Why does one of our fair city's matching pair of storks believe that she has the wherewithal to capture the attention of the world's most gorgeous piece of boy? Let me tell you, darling, and promise beforehand that you won't hand me any moralistic bullshit or, even worse, hate me for jumping the gun, so to speak.
We talked a little while, me and this lovely boy, and he told me I was really cute, and he put his hand on my leg. Well!! I turned to jelly inside, you'd better believe me. His fingers were like five little sticks of fire burning my all-too-willing flesh, and I said "Ohhhh," in a dreamy, moany kind of voice, and then he kissed that moan right off my lips.
I put my arms round him, not to fend him off like a good girl should, but just to steady myself. You can't imagine the way he kisses! He uses a lot of tongue along with the lipwork, but his hands am even more interesting.
He put one of them way, high up, the inside of my thigh. If we hadn't trimmed me, Kerry would have been finger deep in my pubic spillover. I know you've been touched there before, just like I have, but Didi – this was completely different! He wasn't some nervous classmate testing to see how far he can get before we bop him in the snout. He knew what he was doing. His fingers danced a minuet on my skin. They didn't paw me, they didn't rape me with insistence. They caressed, they stroked. Tenderness – finesse – oh, look in the dictionary or the thesaurus or whatever! All I know is that when he got those fingers inside the brief bottom of my suit, he found himself in a swamp of damp hair and tingling, vibrating skin!
His other hand was just above my navel, stroking a provocative circle on my tummy, till I felt butterflies inside me and I held him all the tighter. He kept kissing me, too, moving from my lips to my cheeks and chin, to the tip of my nose – he let his tongue glide across the ticklish areas surrounding my mouth, and little pins and needles of excitement darted through my brain. And while I was rippling with that excitement, Didi, he untied my bra and it fell away and he put his hand right on a nipple that was harder than I can ever remember it being before. He closed his warm fist upon me, and he squeezed my boob until I couldn't breathe, and I think I jumped two feet into the air. Or maybe I jumped because he was touching my slit with one finger, just rubbing up and down, soaking himself in the free-flowing pussy juice I couldn't control if I'd wanted to. I thought I had a firm hand when it came to finger-play, but I learned more than I can ten you in the briefest space of time imaginable. I don't think now that I can ever be satisfied with doing myself again!!
So there I was, Didi, sitting with Kerry on the blanket, the sun bathing us, and my bra was off and he was kissing me and feeling me, and fifteen minutes ago neither of us had known the other existed. It was an incredible feeling, let me tell you!
Oh, it makes me drip just remembering it for you now! My thighs are sweating, and so is something else, if you can call it sweat. Ha ha. I think I smell like a Chinese whorehouse, or if I don't, I should. You figure it out.
Where was I? In Paradise, that's where!! So, Didi, I'm there half-naked and not believing that it's me all this is happening to. He took his hand out of my pants and brought it up to join the other one that was already going to town on my tits, and he began to caress me with ten fingers and two hot palms. I think they were hot. My titties seemed to be on fire. So was the rest of me. I just kept twisting my legs around in an effort to scratch this fantastic itching that had sprung up between them, and it wasn't helping much. Not enough, anyway. So I got my legs into play and twined them around one of his. The hair on him tickled me, and I giggled a little, but it was a desperate kind of giggle. Somehow, Didi, somehow I knew that the time had finally come.
His thighbone pushed against the hot crotch of my bikini bottom, and I forced myself into that thighbone, rubbing myself on it, gasping as the pleasure swelled and ebbed and swelled again. I think I had two or three orgasms right then, while he was still playing with my boobs and I was jerking off on his thigh. And let me tell you, his thighbone wasn't half as hard as what I could see pointing out the front of his trunks. God, those little pants of his were tight, and little more substantial than a modest girl's bikini, and how he managed to keep his cock inside them, I can't begin to guess, even now! His crotch looked like the high point of a tent, with a hell of a king-sized pole holding things up!!!
I reached out, daring myself to touch it, and touch it I did. Oh, you know I've touched them before, but it was never like this! He was big and thick and hard as a steel rail, and as I traced the huge lump poking out his nylon trunks, I couldn't believe that it was up hard like this for me!!!
We were in a tangle, rolling off the blanket onto the scorching sand, hurrying back on as soon as the blazing sand alerted our bodies, and sometimes I was atop him and other times he was on me, rubbing my entire shape with the power of his hard-on. Oh, I had to do it! I stuck my hand inside the elastic top of his shorts and grabbed that thing for dear life! It was all I could do to encompass it in my hot little hand! He was that big that thick, and each time I squeezed on his hungry, horny flesh he seemed to get that much bigger and thicker and harder. The end of him was already damp with sticky little drop of what was, I guess, his pre-seminal fluids, but he wasn't wet at all in comparison to me! My ass and pussy were sopping, and my bikini pants clung to the drippy flesh as if we'd just come out of the ocean!
Right then, Goddamn it, something bounced off the top of my head and I returned to the world in which I was so cruelly left alone. I'd been into Jill's letter, really into it – she might talk about herself being wet. Well, she oughta take a look at the inside of my panties right now, if she wanted to see wet! And there were still three or four pages of delicately written letter to get through. I wanted to skip ahead and see how it turned out, but I couldn't allow myself to do that.
"Hi, Di," said a voice from behind me while I sat on the park bench and rubbed the bounced place on my crown. "You seen our Frisbee?"
I probably had. Or at least felt it. "There," I said, pointing. "Is that one yours?"
"Sure is," he agreed, coming around the bench, and I saw that it was Rocky Graham, a guy from my class at school. He's pretty big shit, or at least he thinks he is. Last winter he was named to the all-state junior high basketball all-star team, and I hear that a couple of colleges are already talking to him about his enrolling there in 1978. Hmmph! He'd even called me by name. I didn't know that he knew I had a name. On the other hand, he was kinda cute and he moved rather gracefully, and when he bent over to pick up the Frisbee I could see that his gym shorts covered a very nice ass. No underwear, definitely, not even a jock strap, because I could see the teeniest flash of his balls in the loose leg of the shafts, and Rocky's rocks made an intriguing lump past the point of seeing. He turned around, jumping high as if he were making a hook shot with two seconds to play, and I saw his dick move inside his gym shorts too. I didn't know Rocky well enough to like or dislike him, but there was something very charming and eye-catching about the flop of his pecker, and I looked up at him, smiling. By then he's already scampered past me, eager to get back into the stupid sport of Frisbee tossing. Screw you, I thought, and picked up the letter again.
"Oh, please stop," I whispered. "I shouldn't be letting you do this to me."
"Let me do something else to you," he hinted, breathing in my ear like vapor off a teapot. His hands were still on my tits and he was working my nipples between his fingers, pinching them up to throbbing points of erectile tissue.
I looked around wildly. "Oh, what if someone comes along and sees us?" I ventured. Didi, I have no idea why I was protesting! I didn't want him to stop! Not then, not ever! In fact, for a couple of minutes I was positive that I was only dreaming, that I'd awake any second and it would all be over.
"Look," said Kerry, and he pointed to the dune that rose behind us. I looked, and there was a sharp, painted-pretty van with an awning on the near side. "It's mine," he said, "and it guarantees privacy. Wanna go up?"
What could I say to that? I grabbed my bra and took his hand and together we climbed the sandy slope to his Chevy van. God, telling about it is nearly as exciting as doing it was!! I'm not going to waste mother minute, Didi, because I know you're as excited as I am. Aren't you???
He put his hands on my butt and lifted me up into the side door, and in the process the scoundrel untied my panties so that as I went in, they went down and off and out. I was naked as a baby, and much, much more appealing, I hoped, when I flopped down upon his comfy, clean-sheeted mattress. "Ready or not!" he hollered, and then he was with me on the mattress, pulling down his bunks as he rolled against my body.
I moaned uncontrollably when I got my first sight of his big, incredibly hard cock. Oh, Didi, you can't begin to appreciate it unless you could see it for yourself!! I could wrap both fists around it, and still the big, purple knobby head and the shaft portion just beneath stuck put untouched, gleaming with lust and the juices of passion.
Kerry threw himself upon me, kissing me, touching me, bruising my body with the hardness of his manhood, and we rolled about like sex-crazed animals. He grabbed me by the cunt and he squeezed until his hand was juicy with my vaginal secretions and my lips and throat were sore from moaning and twittering my acceptance. One of his fingers flirted with my slit, trying to open the snug petal of my sex and get inside, and I contorted myself disgracefully in the effort to give him more and more access. My legs were split and my heels thumped high on the wall beside us.
And then – then, baby – HE DID IT!!! He thrust his head between my legs and planted his mouth smack on my PUSSY!!
I screamed in joy as his tongue slid between my cunny lips, passing where his finger had been too large, and when he found my clit with the tip of his tongue, all my resistance ended. Kerry split me with his hands, laying bare the whole expanse of my gash, and he began to lap me hungrily.
Most of the time he concentrated on my clitty, sucking it, kissing it, fiddling all around its base with his tongue then pressing down on the very tip of my sex trigger – which you'd better believe was standing up on end, harder and hotter than I'd ever gotten it with my fingers. And between those cunning maneuvers, the dear boy was fond of jabbing his tongue up my twat and making it wiggle there like the horniest, sexiest snake you'd ever want to meet, and I hope someday you do. I had him by the dick all this time, and I scarcely realized that I was giving him a handjob to end all handjobs. My fist was wrapped tight on him – a crowbar couldn't have pried me loose – and I just shucked up and down, moaning when he naughtied in my snatch, groaning when I felt his cock throb and shudder in my grip. Oh, wow, Didi, can you see how my hand is trembling while I try to write it down for you? It's like he's doing it to me all over again, here, now, while my mother takes a nap in the next room.
"Now," he said huskily, eagerly, raising his face from my pussy. "Let me fuck you, Jill!"
"Fuck me?" I whispered in reply, and my teensy voice seemed to reverberate inside the van. I was holding him by the cock still, and I tightened my grip ever so slightly, till he whimpered manfully in response. "But it's so big," I went on, and it was big – so big I didn't think he could get it up my tight channel. I was afraid then, really afraid, as I tried to imagine his big stabber in me, fucking me!
"Is something wrong?" he wandered, shifting position so that he lay beside me, our faces only an inch apart. He kissed me then, and I tasted my juicy cunt on his lips. For a moment I was willing, determined, but his cock touched me on the leg, all hard and burning with its passion, and I knew my fern once more.
"I-I've n-never d-d-done this before," I stammered. "I'm a virgin. And I'm scared. I'm afraid you'll hurt me with your – your…"
"I wouldn't hurt you, Jill," he protested. "You're too sweet to hurt. And I need you. Feel how much." Once more I had my hand on his tool, guided there by his fingers, and his need for me was fully as strong as my fear of his need. Oh, what was I going to do? I wanted to get fucked – he'd built me up perfectly, and I was livid with my erotic desires, but I was so Goddamned little-girlish scared, too! My face was red with shame and my tits were hard with arousal. Passions rolled and flowed inside me, Didi, and I shivered on the mattress despite the strong, tender clutch of his anus around me.
"Maybe," he said, smiling, "if you'd rather not fuck…" and with that he put his hand on my head and started to push gently but very firmly. I was looking his cock eye to eye before I really understood what he meant. Didi, he wanted me to suck him off!!!! Can you dig it? We've talked about it a million times, and now I was face to face with the reality of the idea!!
"I don't know," I said tensely, stroking with one finger on the underside of his penis. "I've never done this before, either."
"Don't worry," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle and reassuring. "If it doesn't work out, we'll try something else."
He understood! He wasn't going to force me or cajole me or do any of those demeaning things horny guys feel compelled to do, and I think that gave me all the courage I needed.
I only used the very tip of my tongue at first, flicking his dick with it, but the third or fourth pass it seemed as if he suddenly became magnetic or something, because my tongue fastened onto him and I couldn't pull it away for anything. And now I could taste the meaty urgency of his need, for it was radiating outward through the skin pores of his cock, right into my tongue. I started to lick him up and down, slowly it first because I was still unsure of myself, but with a growing speed. He touched my head, brushing hair up and away. "I want to watch you," he said, "and your hair gets in the way. You're beautiful, Jill."
It was all I needed. Would you have asked any more than that from him, Didi? Be honest. Wouldn't you have done exactly what I did then, if you'd been in my shoes?
I was to lift my head and make my mouth a welcoming circle. With that circle I kissed the tip of terry's rod, moving my lips clockwise, then counter-clockwise, stimulating him as well as myself. His cockhead had a slightly rough texture, which tickled my mouth and sent shivers up and down my spine. And the taste – I can't describe that to you at all! He was slick-wet from the little dabs of jism that were slowly seeping from him, and my lips tasted the delicious flavor for the very first time ever. Ohhhhhh!!!!
I knew there was more than this, so, bringing to the surface every bit of boldness I possess, I opened my mouth a little wider and he slipped inside so easily, so graciously I couldn't believe he was there until the tip of his cock slid across my tongue and my eyes bugged out. I closed my mouth to take off the slack, and he was in me, big and hot and stiff as aboard and it was as if all my past life had been centered upon this very moment, as if the only purpose of my whole existence was to be in this van at this instant, sucking Kerry's cock. So I sucked.
Jesus, did I ever suck! I didn't know it was so easy, and neither will you until you finally get the chance to try it for yourself. A man's pecker, a girl's mouth – they're made to fit together. REALLY!! He filled me, but it was a perfect kind of filling, not at all uncomfortable, and I had no trouble breathing round his imbedded presence, big as he was.
"Oh, suck it, Jill," he encouraged, holding my head, shifting his body on the bed so that just a little more of his prick danced up into my hungry mouth. "That's perfect, the best blow job I've ever had from anybody! Are you sure this is the first time you've done it, you sweet, gorgeous piece of girl?"
Talk about smug! I was red with pride and fiery with lust. Could it be me, Jill Pettit, that he was talking to? Oh, it must be! No one else had his cock in her mouth at the moment. I was sucking on him, and he was lying there loving it. Euphoria bubbled in my brain and I made up my mind to give him a suck off like he'd never dreamed of getting. I was gonna make my debut with a blockbuster.
I wish you could have seen me then, Didi. I must have been beautiful, because I felt beautiful and I behaved beautifully. I sucked him up, down every way but off. I wanted it to last a million years, but I knew it couldn't. He was moaning too feverishly as I sucked on him, and I knew that he'd have to explode in his orgasmic release soon or his entire body would explode from the stored-up need. So I gave it to him, just like a hired whore anxious to get hired again. I sucked and I nibbled as I sucked, and I used my tongue on his rod, my hands on his balls and belly and the insides of his legs and even one fingertip prodding and poking around his asshole, the way hot girls always do in dirty books. He couldn't lie still while I did him, what with his twisting and bucking, and his attempts to fuck all of his big, gorgeous dick into my mouth. I'd have strangled gladly in the attempt to blow him, but I knew I didn't have to… I could handle him. That was the greatest part of it all, Didi. I didn't feel inadequate in the slightest. Even though it was my first time out, I felt right at home, and I know that I was born to be a sensuous woman, the kind who gives pleasure to all men and derives her own in response. God, what a thrilling moment, to be so aware of my destiny!!
It seemed that I sucked his cock for an hour, but it couldn't have been. My time scale must have slowed way down as I savored the delights of living so fully. Still, it was all too short a time before Kerry wailed and really grabbed me by the head and held me in place while he filled my mouth with the juice of his orgasm. Cum, cum, cum, cum!!
You can't guess how delicious the stuff really is, not until someone fills your cute mouth with a bucketful of semen. If I could have saved a sample of Kerry's for you, I'd have done it, because this is something you have to try soon, Didi, but I'll confess – I was a greedy little pig and I guzzled down his jism as fast, as he shot it into me. And I sucked on his cock until it quit spurting altogether and started to go limp on me. Oh, I didn't want him to be soft! I wanted him to be hard for me, all the days of our lives, but I guess that can't be, because he did shrink up. I consoled myself with licking all the spilled jism from his dick, with scooping up the big sticky drops that had oozed from my mouth in the excitement of the experience, and then with licking my wet fingers dry as well. My body throbbed with desire and increased awareness of my female nature – for now, I was really a woman, or so almost a woman that the petty distinctions didn't count so much. And it does make a change in the way you look at things. The sky seemed so much bluer, the ocean so much more alive, when we emerged from his van hand in hand. And I looked at him, and he looked at me, and I think he knew that he'd given me the gift of life itself, that he'd awakened my sensuality and created a new, a real woman where a dumb little girl had existed before.
Well, I had to get back, because the folks were expecting me for supper. Of course, I'd drunk of the wellspring of life itself, and mere food could never satisfy my needs again, but I had to put in an appearance lest they get the cops out looking for me. Kerry and I bid a passionate, tender farewell, and he's invited me to come swimming with him tonight, when the moon is up and the stars can shed a canopy of twinkling lights for our love. And – Didi – tonight, I'm going to let him fuck me. I know I am. I can't chicken out again. Not the way I feel now. How have I lived this long without knowing the joy of raw, hot sex?
I'm writing this in the hotel room. Mom is getting out of bed after her nap, and we'll be going down to supper very soon, so I'd better knock off now. There will definitely be further word, as soon as I have further word to send you, dear Didi. I hope you don't resent me for taking this really giant step without you, and I feel so sorry for you, trapped in Ohio with no one to give you what Kerry is going to give me, and so soon – so soooooonnnnn!
Goodbye for now, Didi. I'll write again.
Love, Jill