"No," I said, "I'd figured to stay here, maybe get a few chapters read in my classes, you know?"
"Oh," said Dierdre, "that can't be! If you're not going to your home, why don't you come home with me? Sure! Hey, it's fine with my parents. They would love you. Really! And if you're having bad luck with guys, you ought to meet my older brother! Picture Warren Beatty with a Kentucky accent."
"I don't know," I pondered.
"Sure," she went on. "You come home with me tomorrow, and maybe Saturday or Sunday we can go to our place on the river. We'll have a picnic. My brother can show you how to ride a motorcycle, if you don't already know, and – oh, you'll just have to meet my family. I think you'll like them. Everybody thinks his own family is tops, I know, but, well, mine is special. Really and truly. So will you come?"
"Why not?" I said. The prospect of spending my holiday with Dierdre suddenly seemed very inviting. As to her brother or the rest of the family, well, if they were half as nice as their daughter, I couldn't help but like them, could I?
"Okay," I said, sealing the bargain with a kiss. "Hey, what time is it? God, when do things start in the morning? I'd better go down the hall and take a bath and get some sleep. We could take a bath together, couldn't we? I mean, if you think you can keep your hands off me? Or vice versa?"
"I'm not promising," Dierdre said with a wink. And it was just as well she didn't. I got to bed later than I should have that night, but I slept the sleep of the just.
We passed the joint back and forth in the car. Dierdre was a senior, and allowed to have her own wheels on campus, so we didn't have to hang around waiting for a ride once the orientation program wound up Friday at noon. And here we were each of us taking up one of the bucket seats in her tiny MG, tooling along the highway toward her home. Home. That was a nice word, but I really didn't know what it meant. I used to have one, back when my mother was still alive, but when she died, it seemed as if Daddy couldn't wait to pack me off to one school after another. And in the summers he found other schools for me to go to. Riding school. Music school. Camp. I could ride like Dale Evans, play piano like Laura Nyro, and swim like Esther Williams, but I hadn't spent enough time in my own home to remember what fucking color my bedroom walls were. Let alone know what it was like to have a father.
But those were old, bitter feelings, and it was no time to be bringing them up, even in my head. I looked across at Dierdre as she toked on the red-tipped joint, and I settled in the seat, smug in the knowledge that I had a friend. And a lover. Oh, God did I!
Last night had been too much. I hadn't expected anything like that on my first day at this new school, and the surprise was the sweetest I could remember in all my life. God, the way we made it together, me and Dierdre! I'd always thought sex was more than a little overrated. I mean, it seemed that I could have more fun by myself and I didn't even have to put on makeup. But she'd taught me something, and I was grateful for the lesson. When certain people came together, magic could happen. In our case, it did happen.
Dierdre lived in one of the Kentucky suburbs of Cincinnati. We drove down a lot of tree lined streets after we crossed the Ohio River, and after a while Dierdre turned into a wall flanked driveway and we climbed a low hill, up to the house, which looked like a small colonial mansion, the white columns holding up the front porch roof, and everything. She parked the MG in a garage set off from the house, and we got out of the car, each of us carrying a bag full of weekend clothes. Mine were mostly bikinis and jeans she'd said we'd be spending our holiday casually and outdoors as much as possible.
"There's David's cycle," she said, pointing to an Indian nosed into one corner of the garage. "He must be home from work early. You'll like David," she went on, leading me out of the garage and into the house. "He has a high IQ, but he doesn't want to go to college – spends his time working at a garage in town, fixing cars and hot-rodding motorcycles."
The house was neat, and furnished mostly with antiques. It looked like a house that was lived in, too, though. I wondered what our house in Cleveland looked like now. Nobody was there most of the time. Daddy was always traveling, and I was always in school. Last time I was home, all the furniture was covered up and the electricity was even turned off.
"We have a guest room, but you might as well stay with me," Dierdre said leading me into a lovely bedroom. A big four-poster bed with canopy, even velvet curtains on the windows. Antique dresser and a full-length mirror framed in gilt – it reflected the bed, too, which was a nice touch. If we got to use that bed as it was meant to be used, we could steal peeks at ourselves in the mirror. Might be another kind of turn-on.
I was putting my suitcase out of the way when Dierdre went to the window. "Oh, good! David's down by the pool. Let's go join him, okay?" I looked over her shoulder, saw a vista of wide patio and enormous swimming pool, fenced around with a hedge and a high, privacy wall. Maybe that wall had helped Dierdre get tanned all over. I didn't see David not at first. Then something moved, and it turned out to be the very top of his head, showing over the back of a lounge chair faced away from us. He had a mass of thick dark hair, like his sister.
"Okay. Why not?" I was proud of the nonchalance with which I said it, because, right then, I wanted nothing in this whole Goddamned world more than to throw Dierdre Banks onto her four-poster canopied bed, to rip her clothes and to stick my tongue up her pussy far enough to tickle her tonsils from underneath.
So we went down the back stairs, through the kitchen and out, onto the patio. "I'm home," Dierdre called, and the head turned. Her brother looked at us round the side of the chair and she was right – he did remind me of Warren Beatty, in a way, but not a whole lot. Basically, he was just good-looking. Really. He smiled and it seemed that smile was meant just for me. I tossed one back at him as we marched nearer.
"Hi," he said, not getting up, and looking around.
"This is Barbara," Dierdre added. "She's just started at school. We're very good friends, so be nice to her. Well, aren't you going to get up and say hi, like a gentlemen? Or are you spending too much time as a grease monkey?"
He grinned, and then one long bare leg slid over the edge of the chair, followed by the other one, and he was standing there, bowing slightly from the waist as we came on toward him, and he was as naked as the day he was born! Tanned all over, just like his sister, and well-built on a tallish, broad-shouldered frame, with what looked like six or seven inches of limp meat hanging between his legs, shaking a little as he did his bow.
"You don't waste any time, do you?" Dierdre said. She moved on when I stopped short, and David straightened up. She went to him, he put his arms around her, and he swept her into one of those low swooping kisses like you see in Rudolph Valentino movies, where the Sheik has literally bowled his lady over.
My eyes enlarged a good bit more than they already were, and it's a wonder they didn't pop right out of their sockets. He was bending her backwards, making loud gluttony sounds as he kissed her on the mouth, and he had his hands low down, clutching the same perky ass I'd kissed and played with all last night. They didn't look like any brother and sister I'd ever seen, and I wondered if she was putting me on.
"Mmm mm," Dierdre said, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand. She smacked her lips, as if she were savoring the taste of him. "Well come here," she said, "and meet David."
She had one arm around his shoulders, leaning against him, and she didn't seem to notice that her other hand was smoothing his bronze, hairless chest, gliding over his pectorals, stopping now and then to tickle one of his small, taut-looking nipples. And his pecker just hung there, a really long dangle. Except for a boy who'd just missed being my fourth fuck, it was the first limp cock I'd ever seen. And I wondered if I should be seeing it at all.
"Hi, Barb," he said and he offered me his hand. I came nearer, took it, not sure whether I should look up or down. If I looked up, I saw his eyes green like Dierdre's staring frankly at me, and if I looked down, I'd appear to be staring at his cock.
Dierdre took care of some of my confusion. Her hand slid down David's smooth flat stomach, and the tips of her fingers brushed the upper rim of his pubic hair. He was furry crotched, like his sister, but he had a smooth chest, and I found that attractive. I looked down, saw what she was doing, and I felt myself starting to blush furiously. "What's wrong?" Dierdre asked innocently, and her fingers made a tight ring around the base of her brother's tool. She wiggled her hand, and the cock seemed to do a little dance, springing out at me, then flipping back. I yelped, did a little dance of my own. She laughed, and so did David, both of them showing off small, perfect, sharp white teeth, and I felt like a dumb ass. But why should I?
Dierdre let him go and stepped to the side. "Well," she said, "I promised you a lot of sun and a good place to work on your tan, didn't I, baby? Want to get started now?"
She turned away from David, saying, "Unbutton me, would you?" He worked behind her a moment, and her jumper fell down, and there she was, with just her blouse and undies, and in a moment more she wasn't wearing the blouse either.
David whistled as she faced him again. "Those are sharp. Where'd you get them, Frederick's of Hollywood again?" He was right. Her bra and panties were dynamite – the bra was cut out to let her nipples jut forth, and they were jutting perkily, while her panties had no crotch, featuring instead a long lace-trimmed slit that was currently full of Dierdre's thick glossy pubic hair. She worked her shoulders, so that her tits jiggled at him, and he grabbed, fingers seizing the nipples I'd learned to adore last night.
"Mmm," he said in admiration, stooping forward, replacing his fingers with his lips. He sucked her vigorously for a few minutes, and she caressed his head, purring out little humming noises of appreciation through her lightly clenched teeth.
Her face turned to my direction and our eyes met. I was talking to her with mine. What are you doing? I felt like asking. What kind of a scene is this, for crying out loud?
I looked at David's groin again, and his dick was starting to harden. It wasn't just hanging there anymore. Slowly, surely, the tip was beginning to point upward, and the barrel of him was growing thicker almost with each heartbeat. I swear I could almost hear the steady pump-pump of blood into his cock, making it stick up and out, making it rise, fill, harden.
Abruptly, Dierdre wrested her nipples free from him. She jogged away from David. He followed her, hands reaching, cock erect now, sticking straight out, as if it were reaching too.
"Not yet," she said. "Remember, we have a guest." He stopped, and both of them looked at me, and if you want to talk about bulging eyes, you can talk about mine!
"Huh?" I said as they flanked me. David here, Dierdre there, both of them dark-haired, golden skinned, him naked, her almost naked, and then both of them were touching me, stroking my face, my hair, fingers gliding down my arms, across the cones of my titties, down my belly, I was still clothed, in my sweet little school uniform no less, but as they drank me with their eyes I felt as naked as they were, David put his hand on my shoulder and pulled gently. I found myself leaning forward. He offered me his mouth, and I took it. Funny. Last night I'd wondered if I hadn't found something a lot better than boys, but the moment his lips touched mine, I knew that I still had a hell of a lot to learn. About myself about life, sex about everything. He cupped a breast while he kissed me, and I put one hand on his hip. It was bare, warm from the sun, covered with a light mist of sweat, and my fingers began to itch as soon as they felt him. Before I knew it, I was digging into one of his buttocks, marveling at the taut, muscular hardness of him. He swiveled his lower body, my hand slid off him only to bounce against the hard shaft of his penis. When it tapped me on the side of my hand, a little quiver of electricity shot through me. I grabbed him. Wickedly. Excitedly. He was long, but not really thick a bit bigger around than an old fashioned broom handle and he seemed to fit inside my fist perfectly, as if we were matching pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. As he kissed me, I began to pump his cock in my hand, the strokes growing faster and faster. I didn't know what kind of weird sex scene David and Dierdre were into, but I was ready to join it, even if the idea made me a little nervous.
My jumper fell to my feet and Dierdre lifted me out of the fallen tangle of clothes. Something caught my neck, and it wasn't David's hand, because I could still feel it as it slid partway down my arm. There was another gentle tug at me, this time from the other direction, and reluctantly, I broke my lips away from David's. Dierdre had leaned in close, and she was already making a kissy face at me. So I kissed it. With a mouth that was open, tongue thrust and ready, lips sopping wet from the juices of David's kiss.
I felt my blouse being unbuttoned, but I didn't know who was doing it. I had my tongue halfway down Dierdre's throat and her tonsils seemed to be pulsating against me. The blouse went off, and somebody got the clasp of my bra. Away it went. Dierdre put her hands on my cheeks and pushed me back, very delicately. "Do you like my brother?" she asked. I giggled. I was still holding his pecker in a death grip. "Good," she said. "I knew you were the kind of girl who could fit in with us."
"Speaking of fit in," I said diffidently, and I pulled on David's cock.
"Don't be greedy," Dierdre counseled. "We have the whole weekend."
"Mmm, the three of us?" I asked, not at all concerned because I'd have to share her with somebody else. There was enough of Dierdre to go around, and I was pretty sure there was enough of me, too. And if feeling meant anything, David had plenty to keep us both satisfied in the bargain. I moved my fingers up and down the length of him. Stiff, he was stretched out to maybe seven or eight inches, and I knew from an experiment I'd conducted with a ruler that my cunt was exactly eight and one-quarter inches deep. Again, I thought of jigsaw puzzles and pieces that fit together.
"C'mon," Dierdre invited, "let's get naked and do something. Okay?" And she began to wiggle out of her cut out bra, pulling it up over her arms and shoulders and head, tossing it away.
She started to pull down her panties, but I let go of David and dropped to the tile beside her. "Let me," I said, and I hooked my thumbs in the waistband. The slash at the crotch was full of her fluffy beaver and I licked my lips, remembering how that beaver felt in my mouth, the black hairs wet with saliva, the pussy lips opening to receive my tongue. I jerked the pants down with a vengeance, tugged them to her knees, and thrust my face up into the sweet pussy I'd laid fully bare.
She grabbed my head and pulled me up into her, humping her nap against my licking tongue and slurping lips. I hoped David wouldn't be offended if we had a little private sport on the side, but something told me he wasn't the type who'd be turned off to watch me and Dierdre going at each other. Part of that something was contained in his hands. I didn't have time to look around, but unless he had arms like an ape, he was kneeling behind me, rubbing the crotch of my pink panties until it was sopping wet and, more important, so was the little pink pussy inside. I wiggled my butt as he played with me, and I made my thighs squeeze his hand rhythmically. A moment later his tongue began to move up and down my spine, from mid-shoulders down to the crack of my ass, where the bikinis weren't quite high enough to cover it all.
That only made me hornier, and I showed Dierdre how horny. I got my hands into her crotch, opened her up good and wide, and started drinking honey from her cunt. It was flowing sweetly and abundantly, and my tongue delved happily in and out of her tasty twat. Her hole was snapping at me now, and I knew she was worked up, as worked up as I was.
So was David Banks, if I could be any judge. He had my panties slid down, now, over the slender but shapely curve of my ass, and he was licking me there, in my crack, where nobody had ever licked me before (excepting his sister, last night in the shower room). His tongue drifted lower and lower, and it made a stabbing pass at my asshole, poking just as if he meant to stick it up me. I wouldn't have minded, even if it was the first time, but it was only a diversionary attack, I discovered. He had riper game in mind – my cunt.
I had to lift up a little higher so he could get at my pussy from the rear, but it was okay. I got to work my mouth deeper into Dierdre's twat, and my reward was the sudden, delightful flicking of David's tongue across my tight little cunt. Tight, but wet, and, above all else, ready! His finger roved ahead of his tongue, and he opened me with an effort, and I felt him lick into my sticky cunt, felt the sexy, quivery wiggle of his tongue at the mouth of my hole, and then there was a rush of excitement between my legs, rippling up and don the tube of my pussy, and I was the first of us three to come.
But I wouldn't be the last. I knew that as well as I knew my own name, and I knew it strongest when the urges were too much to control. I couldn't eat Dierdre any longer. I had to receive, as well as give.
I drew back from her, wiggled free of David's mouth, and turned around, my eyes agleam, my face flushed with lust.
"That," I said, pointing at his stiff cock. "If you don't give it to me, I'm going to take it!"