The sun was hot through the window when my eyes blinked open. Todd's voice from the kitchen almost panicked me. I pushed up on elbows, swung my feet to the floor, Warren was gone. Thank God, no one had caught him in bed with me… or had they?
Laughter from down the hall. It was an idiotic fear, but I couldn't help wonder if my shy lover was telling all to his half brother.
"You are really wired, Shelby!" I said to the minor as I quickly brushed my hair. I found my gasses, wiped them clean and took another look around the room. A white smear of dried come spotted the sheet. I pulled a blanket over it, my blanket. Warren had taken his. That made me feel better too.
I found them in the kitchen. Warren had put on his damp jeans and shirt. He was trying to cook an egg in an unseasoned skillet.
"Hey, why don't you let me do that." I stepped by Todd, afraid to meet his eyes. I gave Warren a questioning look, wishing he had mental telepathy to let me know how much Todd had found out. His eyes said Todd didn't know a damn thing. Todd came around the table.
"You know what this dumb brother of mine did last night? He slept in here in the kitchen in a damned chair." Todd poked Warren in the ribs. "You should have hollered and I woulda at least thrown you some dry clothes."
"But you wouldn't have let him have his bed back…" I put the needle in.
"Hell no. I had company." Todd said this with too much lewdness. He cut an orange in halves and sucked noisily, walking to the window as he dripped spots of juice.
"What happened to… Lorrie?"
"Yeah, Lorrie. She had to cut out this morning." Todd shook his head. "We came in and found this goof sitting in the chair with that blanket around him." He sucked the orange. "Well, you're my half brother. Guess you're only half as smart."
Warren bristled slightly at this but covered it with a smile. He watched me turn over his eggs, chanced a look into my eyes. I wanted to put an arm around him, to kiss the split place on his bottom lip. The place where my teeth had bitten him too hard.
"How do you like them?"
Warren shrugged. "Over easy is all right."
"I'm not going to cook for you two every morning," I said.
"We're going up to fish today, so you won't have to." This from Todd. Warren eyed me, looked down at his hands.
"Why don't you go on up," he said to Todd, "and I'll come tomorrow." Todd gave him a slitted look.
"There's something I have to do in town."
Todd stopped sucking the orange. He planted his feet apart. "What? What's so damned important?"
"My business." Warren had his back to his half brother. He glanced my way, almost smiled.
"Well I just might take Lorrie up the trail. She can use your gear." Todd tossed the orange into the trash. "Whadda you say to that?"
"It's okay, I guess."
Todd wasn't going to let it ride. "You came up here to get into the hills, so what the hell's got into you?"
"I was up all night," Warren snapped. "I got soaked in that damned leaky shed you were supposed to fix last summer!" He was trembling. "I don't feel like hiking. Tomorrow maybe. Okay?"
Todd opened the back door. "Hell, I don't care." He squinted suspiciously at me, holding my gaze a little too long for comfort. But then I was probably reading things into it. I reminded myself of Todd's age, that I was old enough to give him some shit right back… plenty old enough. And Maurice had assured me that around the shop I was to be boss.
Warren watched his half brother go up the path and turn towards the downtown part of Holdenville. When he turned, his forehead was even with my lips and so I kissed him there. His arms circled me. He was still shaking from the run in with his brother.
"I didn't want to go. I really didn't."
I tickled him. "You want to stay and try to get me into bed." My smile didn't break his serious, downturned expression. I could see that he still didn't know what to do with last night's experience. There was too much of it, too many new sensations. Underneath, I wasn't certain I knew how to take it either. Warren didn't look a day older than eighteen. His egg started to burn. I turned down the gas, cussed.
"I'll eat it just like that… I don't care."
"You know, I'm going to be busy today. Your father left me some things to do. I have to inventory that back room…"
Warren put his hands on my hips, hands that were more confident than before but still very light against my body. Again he looked at me as if I were some kind of strange animal he'd discovered. I shifted uneasily under his scrutiny… though he had to look up slightly.
"You're pretty."
"I've got a crooked front tooth, see? And these glasses don't help. Have you noticed the way my ears stick out through my hair?" He moved as if he wanted to touch them and I took his wrists and guided his palms up. I closed my eyes as he pressed the sides of my head.
"You're pretty… you are."
Our mouths came slowly together, lips brushed. I put my hands around his neck and turned to grate his teeth against mine. My clean panties became soppy before I let him kiss me for the third time.
"Okay… okay!" I pushed his shoulders away. "You eat and let me go open up the shop. I want you around, but you've got to promise to be good."
"Promise," Warren said. The first smile of the morning from his lovely, wide mouth.
Two customers came in before noon. One wanted to talk about rail-top desks, a man who had a habit of scratching his nose every time he mentioned money.
Warren hung in the background like a crow looking for a meal. I tried to avoid his eyes, but once he took my arm as the customer and I went into another room and I had to warn him away. My first week on the job with the owner's son trying to fuck me! Cool, cool Shelby was wired tighter than a new fence. Had I really fucked around with Warren Lomax last night? Yeah, I sure as hell had. And as I said goodbye to the pleasant man who had a thing about old desks, Warren pressed his tight jeans against my ass. I could feel his breath on my neck.
"You're not as shy as last night." When I turned, he was blushing.
"I feel funny," he said. "I never did anything with a girl like we did last night. I wrote a poem about it once, but I…" He looked like he'd blown his own best secret.
"A poet? I didn't know you wrote…"
"Kind of. When I feel like it."
"What kind of poems?"
"Oh, about the woods." He bit his bottom lip. "I want to write one about you too." His eyes gazed at my tits. I'd put on a jersey knit top with short sleeves and my nipples made little bumps in the material. Warren liked the bumps. I liked him liking them. The big grandfather clock near the front of the shop began to chime twelve noon. I took his fingers, brought them to my mouth to kiss.
"I'm going to close up for lunch and then maybe we can…" My breath had done a trick in my throat that made it hard to talk.
"…lie down together for a little bit."
"Oh wow, Shelby…" I put a finger over his lips.
"But you've got to promise not to bother me this afternoon. I really should start on that inventory."
"I promise."
The house was ours. The sun on the roof made the shingles creak and a breeze wafted through the bedroom window. Todd was up in the hills, a closed sign hung on the front door of the shop… nothing to be afraid of. But I was. Some unturned fear that the boy might begin to notice how old I was? Twenty-eight was really not ancient. I had a few wrinkles around my eyes, I wasn't quite as slim as I'd been in high school, but I knew I'd kept myself from going completely to hell.
"Why don't you undress me," I said, turning to stand by the bed.
Awkwardly Warren tugged the buttons loose, pushed my bell-bottoms down. I was enjoying it so much I'd forgotten all about the tattoo. Warren was staring.
"Uh, that's my tattoo." Dumb giggle from me. Warren met my eyes but I couldn't read his thoughts. "Why don't we just forget it for now… I don't like standing around with my pants half off." He smiled. I knew what Warren wanted. We hadn't fucked the night before, he hadn't done it like he knew in his mind, had heard, had read. And I would let him fuck me.
He was a boy, a virgin I was sure, and wanting to really fuck a chick. Fuck her for good, shoot his stuff inside and all that kind of thing. As fate would have it though, it was the dangerous time of the month. I'd already decided to bring out my secret stash of rubbers.
Warren had peeled his tennis shoes and jeans and sat nervously on the edge of the bed, his Jockey shorts pushed up like a tent. I dropped my jersey top in a chair, peeled off my panties. We didn't really have time to draw the thing out and I didn't think Warren wanted to now that we were so close to the nitty gritty. He stared wide-eyed at my dark triangle of pubic hair until I dropped the tinfoil-wrapped rubber into his lap.
"Sorry, but I think you better use this." He picked it up, discovered how to tear the package open.
"Oh sure."
His casualness was a little shaky. And sure enough, when he skinned his own underwear and sat back on the bed, I knew he didn't know a damned thing about rubbers.
"Sweetheart, you don't unroll it first." I smothered his embarrassment against my tits, kissed his blond hair.
"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus," he mumbled. I couldn't get him to look at me.
"Come on… I don't give a damn whether you know how to put a rubber on or not… look."
I returned the rubber to its doughnut shape and put the lubricated membrane over the tip of his cock. The dark blue color of his glans came through a slightly lighter shade. "Now you just roll it down…" The rubber snugged tight behind the blood-filled crown and I smoothed it down his cockshaft. "See?"
Warren watched me roll the rubber down on his cock. The oily membrane clasped his hot meat, made another flood of juice from my cunt bathe the sheet. He touched the rubber, finally dared to look up at me.
We kissed and I lay back on the bed. Warren wrestled himself between my legs and started to push his cock against my pussy. I wanted to stop him, to make him kiss my tits, to hug a little bit first, but I decided it was not the time to teach foreplay. The hang-up with the rubber was bad enough. He was a virgin, after all. I didn't want to wilt his cock completely.
"Warren honey… no, your prick's still too high." He was reddening again, but I was gentle with my guidance. "Don't hurry so much, you'll find my cunt… Ohhh, see, I knew you would!" He rested his slender body over me. As we kissed, as I drew his tongue between my teeth, Warren began to fuck.
"You're so hot outside… I didn't know a woman's thing would be so hot…"
I closed my eyes. Warren had put his cock in my cunt with one hurried shove, but even with the rush, the slap-slap of his belly on mine, I could feel the friction. The mouth of the rubber where it fit against the hilt of his cock was grinding against my clitoris. I opened my thighs, bent my knees up slowly… tilting my cuntmound to heighten the rubbing pressure.
He had a death lock around my middle with both arms, biting his lip like he had a habit of doing when his concentration was at its highest. I tried to get him to kiss me, but he was preoccupied with what was happening to his cock. My wet pussy drenched the rubber and Warren's balls. I patted his back, loved the hard smooth rounds of his narrow shoulders… let my palms ride the up and down of his hunching ass.
In spite of everything I felt the familiar sparkle around my loins. The ecstasy grew with each passing second, grew more focused, more thrilling. I began to rock my hips gently.
Warren had not varied his fuck rhythm, but I found that when I countered his thrusts, more juice seeped from the sleek velvet flesh of my cunt. Now I was wet enough to make our ticking noisy. Warren ticked faster. He panted hoarsely against my neck and shoulders. I dabbed sweat from his forehead with my lips, pushed my fingers harder against his hot ass until at last he stopped and I forced him up and under… deep as his cock could possibly reach. His body arched from the effort.
"Just stop like that," I breathed to him, surprised at my own excitement. How many times had I had a come with Bruce on top? Two? Maybe three? Wren's very innocence, his inexperience ruled out any comparison. I pressed my hands harder, cupping under the meat of his buttocks, closing down my pussy around his slender cock.
"I can feel you doing that!" Warren looked surprised. "How…"
I kissed him for an answer. He was fucking me again, a little slower now because I had captured some of his concentration with my tongue.
"I love the taste of your spit," I babbled. "Kiss me some more."
My knees were bent tightly now and I put a foot against his thigh and petted him. He was trying to fuck and kiss at the same time and getting the hang of it. I urged the rhythm slower with my pelvis, circling, drawing away from him… then shoving upwards to take him deep into my pussy and at the same time closing down the muscles of my cunt. The feverish tube of my pussy sucked at his sheathed cock that fucked me. I rolled my body against his movements and felt the tickle of my turgid nipples on his skin.
My legs had crossed behind his slender torso and I locked him against me, writhing under his slight weight. I hugged Warren to me, licked his face with a quivering tongue. It was there, that tingle that was becoming a dazzling ache. I rolled my hips against the ache. Swollen nubbins of my flesh squirmed slickly against his jabbing cock. I was dying to throw Warren over on the bed and mount him cruelly. To bite and press my weight down on him until his breath came out with a sigh of surrender.
But I held his face against my neck instead and clenched tight with my thighs. The sensation of his thin body bouncing and plunging between the softness of my limbs made me breathe his name. His back was rigid except where he moved to fuck me… the steady hunch against my cunt mound. Was I going to come? I gritted my teeth, catching the keen bite of pleasure at my crotch and squirming more life into it.
"Yes… oh yes!"
It was raging through my blood now.
"Shelby… Oh Jesus…!"
He jerked, stopped his in-and-out movement. He was a rock in my arms, not moving nor breathing. Then with a gasp he plunged his cock deep, again… fucking me hard. He moaned soft words – my name, my prettiness, all babbled and mixed up in the hotness of his mouth near mine.
He fucked frantically. His narrow ass trembling as he shoved his cock deep into my cunt. I slid hands around the backs of his thighs, between them, found his hot balls in their sac and pressed a fingertip against the convulsing lump of his prostate. I wanted to be a part of his joy, to let his joy catch mine and take me with him. But our rhythms had fallen out of sync. I cried out a broken word.
His cock jumped as the seed frothed and spurted into the stretched end of the rubber. I felt the hot semen coursing up through his cock and I fucked him hard as he grunted pleasure and let my lips suck his. Warren melted down into me, relaxed, moved slower. I pushed my disappointment away. He needed to fuck me like this. Next time… I kissed his ear.
"Did you like it?"
"Oh God. God, God, God!" He gouged his chin against my neck, made contented noises in his throat.
In a minute or two Warren was snoring softly, pillowed by my body. Gently I moved him off beside me. He'd been up most of the night before and I wanted him to rest. But as I looked at his graceful body, my own fever hung there to taunt me. My breath was still shallow, still feathery in my lungs.
I looked at Warren's cock, still shrinking against his thigh, the rubber wrinkling in folds now.
As I shifted on the bed, my cunt rubbed against itself, rubbed against my turgid clitoris. I couldn't get up and get dressed… just like that. I was really strung out now, dizzy with wanting what I hadn't quite found.
I touched the drying surface of the rubber, weighed the curved snake of Warren's cock in my palm. He slept soundly on. A new desire shook me. Something I'd never done before in my life. With hot fingers I managed to slip the wet rubber off his cock. It bagged heavily with the teaspoon or so of semen inside. I raised it to my nose, sniffed, pulled back, then sniffed again. Warren continued sleeping.
Following no particular plan, I lay down on the bed beside my lover and dangled the come-heavy rubber in front of my eyes. I was hot as hell. Every time I moved my thighs, a jolt of excitement made me suck air. I wondered what kind of baby Warren's come might make in my womb.
Maybe it was the risk a girl took whenever she let a man fuck her, his balls so dangerously close to her uterus. And what was in those balls only a hair-trigger away from spurting into her? I could imagine the swimmy little sperms fighting their way to the ovum. I'd seen some in a microscope once in a college biology class and remembered how their movements had affected me. After the class I'd gone to the girls' lavatory, locked myself in a stall and finger-fucked myself to happiness in less than five minutes.
I let the rubber touch my lips, my cheeks. Warren slept soundly as I looked at the milky strings of his come through the wet texture of the rubber. Ideas streaked through my mind… crazy ideas. Still clenching the mouth of the condom closed, I began to rub my cunt. A finger against the outer lips at first, teasing my cuntlips until they became puffier. The hot blood rushed to the sensitive membranes, and I could sense my increasing heat.
I'd already been hot, very hot when Warren was fucking me, but he hadn't been able to hang on quite long enough. My fingers quickly brushed the old fire up from ashes. I surrounded my steamy clit on both sides and gouged gently up and down… the sides of my knuckles petting the super-sensitive flesh.
I groaned under my breath and snaked my long body on the bed. I parted my legs, drew knees up against my tits and them stretched them back away from each other until my pussy was completely open to my hands. The slippery honey dribbled wetly as I probed into my cunt with my two middle fingers. I had long fingers and I could reach far enough in to almost make it feel like a cock. Gasping, I tossed my ass up and down, petted my clit, finger-fucked my hole as the juices rolled hotly down the tingling skin of my ass, dampening my asshole.
The rubber dangled dangerously near, still pinched between thumb and first finger of one hand. I felt its baggy fullness as it brushed against my inner thigh. With my pussy forced so wide, a little semen spill might mean disaster. Especially since I knew this was the hottest three or four days in my cycle.
But I wasn't going to spill it. I had other plans. And it was about time to push myself over that sensuous line of crazy madness where nothing matters but the scratching of the itch in my cunt.
I brought the rubber up over my belly, letting it drag against my skin. With my other hand, I kept fingering my slick pussylips and, as I tickled a fingertip over the engorged tip of my clit, I upended the full rubber over my tits and belly.
Warren's come plopped out in still-warm drops and spread. My ruffled pussy thrilled suddenly. The smell, the slippery feel of Warren's jizz as I rubbed it into my skin with a trembling palm. Deep inside, my pussy spasmed in contraction. The finger that was halfway into my cunt was clenched by strong muscles and I felt a tiny sucking pressure.
I tossed my head back and forth on the pillow. The semen was drying cool on my breasts, but there was enough left for me to cover my belly… the sharp jutting bones of my pelvis. I gasped as the throes of orgasm overtook my body. Some of the thick drops of come glistened in the curls of my cuntmound. I was rolling around like crazy, thrusting viciously with my hips.
I felt my hand stray lower, slickened with what was left of the come. Before I could stop, I was rubbing the milky stuff against my clit. I came with a sharp cry. The sensations were sharp and frenzied. My ass raged on the mattress, my heels pawed the air. But I had sense enough to keep from plunging my come-stained hands up into my cunt… thank Jesus, I had stopped…
With the blistering itch still raking my senses, I rolled against Warren and clamped a thigh over one of his. Pumping the last tingles of joy out against his flesh gave me an unexpected warmth. I kissed his shoulder as he frowned and mumbled. I rested for a while, head swimming with the effects of my dying thrill… finally I was strong enough to go to the bathroom and wash up.