"It's better on the inside," he assured her. It was. The carpets were plush and clean. His apartment was large and well-furnished. She sank down into one of his big, comfortable chairs. Again she allowed her dress to slip up her thighs to her panties.
He licked his dry lips.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked. "While I put the burgers on?"
"You don't really have to cook anything," she said. "But a drink would be nice."
He grinned at her. "I like a girl who gets right to the point. What would you like?"
"Anything," she purred. "But not too strong." He left the room to make the drinks. She sank down on her knees in the plush carpet right beside his stereo. She searched through his albums until she found one she liked. She put it on and soft music floated through the room.
Matt came back in with two full glasses.
He couldn't believe his luck at finding Debbie walking home. He'd always been as attracted to Debbie as he'd been to Diane. He wondered what his luck would be like if he tried to get them both together. Now that would be a treat-blonde, beautiful Debbie and dark Diane together at the same time. It made his cock hard just thinking about it.
"Your drink," he said.
He sat down on the carpet beside her and sipped at his drink. He watched her finish hers off in a couple of gulps. Debbie wasn't the puritan type like Diane had been. He had a feeling he was really going to enjoy this Sunday.
Debbie put her glass down beside her. She leaned back, resting on her elbows, and she was fully aware that her dress was now bunched at her waist and that her pale-blue panties were plainly visible.
"Like what you see?" she asked.
Matt was enjoying his treat. He could see the pale strands of blonde hair slipping from the edges of her panties. He wondered what her pussy tasted like, probably fresh and sweet. He put his glass down.
"You know I like what I see," he said. "You're a fantastic-looking gal."
"I'm just a little chubby," Debbie said.
"The hell you are," he said. "You're just right. You've just got a little baby plumpness and I like it. Believe me, I like it."
"I can see that," Debbie giggled.
Matt looked down at himself. His bulge was very visible. She touched him between his legs and he could feel an aching in his balls.
"God, girl," he said softly.
She laughed softly as he stretched out beside her. Her fingertips still played with his crotch.
He kissed her and found her lips as sweet as he'd thought. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and she responded hotly.
Her hand clutched his cock fiercely and her tongue wiggled against has. He pushed her away.
"You're a sweet thing," he said.
"Am I better looking than Diane?" Debbie asked.
"Of course," he said.
"You damn liar," she said.
He kissed her again and this time he put his hand against one of her soft mounds. She groaned, deep in her throat, and pushed her tit firmly into his cupping hand.
"Ummm," she said. "I like that."
"So do I," he said. "Your tit is so nice. I bet I can make your nipple hard."
"You know you can," she said.
He started unbuttoning her blouse while his mouth still pressed hard against hers. He kept pushing his tongue deep into her mouth and enjoying her hot response.
He got her blouse unbuttoned and he pulled it apart. She wore a pale-blue bra that did little to conceal her large, creamy jugs.
"Lift up," he told her. "I want to unbutton you."
She willingly lifted up as she felt his hand slip beneath her and undo the clasp of her bra. The bra slipped easily off her shoulders.
"God," he said softly. "They're fantastic. Your tits are fantastic."
She shivered as she looked down and saw his face go against her titties. He sucked one hard nipple into his mouth as his tongue played around the sensitive edges.
"Baby!" she cried.
Again and again he rolled the hard nipple around his tongue.
"God!" she sobbed. "You're really getting me hot. Really hot. Oh, God!"
He moved his lips from one nipple to the other, all the time kissing and caressing her hot flesh. He was so damned experienced at using his mouth. Now she knew how Diane had felt that afternoon in the pork. Mr. Kinkaid knew how to make a girl sob for more.
"Jesus," she sobbed softly. "Jesus, you're getting to me."
He felt the soft material of her stockings as he slipped his hands beneath her dress. Her pantyhose was tight against her skin but somehow he got his fingers underneath.
"Yes," she said. "Take them off. Take them off!"
He pulled them easily down her legs and she kicked them off. He ran his fingers lightly up her legs once more, carefully brushing against her inner thighs. He felt her tense as one of his fingers went beneath her panty edges and touched her sensitive mound.
"Yes," she groaned. "Oh, yes, that feels nice!"
"Not as nice as it's going to feel," he assured her.
He took his finger out and rasped the top of her panties. He slid them quickly down her legs so that her cunt was exposed to him. "My panties," she gasped. "Pull them all the way off. All the way so that I can spread my cunt for you."
He got them down to her feet and she frantically ripped them off herself.
She parted her thighs and he could look into her gaping, pink cunt.