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The next morning I got up and took a shower. I took a long sniff of my fingers before climbing in, enjoying one last moment of Linda’s scent. Then once I got dressed, I went downstairs to clean up Scout.
I had done little more than open all the doors and the rear hatch before I felt arms around my waist and Holly saying “Good morning Fairbough.” I returned her hug, and then she stepped back and examined my car. “Well, I knew something was up when you got home” she said, with a smirk on her face.
“What do you mean?” I asked, all innocent.
“Well, when I left you last night you were wearing one of your western shirts, that one” she said, pointing to the shirt laying on the folded down back seat. “And when you came home last night, you were wearing Steve Miller.”
She then reached out before I could stop her and grabbed the shirt from the back. The look on her face was priceless when she realized that the shirt was not only wadded up into a ball, but was surely a bit stiff and crusty. “Pete, is this, what I think it is?” Quickly grabbing it from her, I dropped it on the ground, and pulled out the blanket and dropped it on top. Leaning forward she took a sniff, then leaned back and looked right into my eyes.
“OK dude, like what the hell happened last night? I could tell she was wanting ya bad, but dude, she's only 14! If you took advantage of her...”
At that I quickly shushed her, and picked up the pile of laundry and took her into the garage. I dropped everything in the washer and started it, then took her to the back yard and had her take a seat and started to let her know what was happening.
“Holly, let’s just say that yes, last night we did get rather involved. In fact, a bit more than we had the prior time. But the first time, I didn't know she was 14.”
“Exactly, she's 14! Jesus fuck dude, she’s just a little k**!”
“Well, she is little, but not really a k**. Let’s just say she has done things before she met me, and everything that first night was something we both enjoyed. Last night we went a bit further, but not much.” I looked into her eyes, and softly said “Besides, do you think I would do anything with anybody that they did not agree to? And at 14 were you still an entirely innocent little k**?”
We looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments, and she then placed her hand on the back of mine and apologized. “I’m sorry, you’re right. Yea, I did some fooling around when I was 14. But I mean, like, you’re car smells like pussy, and try to tell me that wasn’t cum on your shirt Pete.”
Looking a little sheepish, I shrugged and said “Well, it was not exactly planned. And I didn’t have anything else to clean up with.”
“Well, I take it you both enjoyed yourselves? I guess she had done things before, since I didn’t see any blood on that blanket or on the back seat.”
“Holly, let’s just say that she was a virgin last night, and she's still a virgin this morning. There are other things we can do to enjoy ourselves besides screwing.”
I raised my eyebrows a few times like Groucho, and she actually blushed. “OK dude, yea, I get ya. And if the way your car smells is any clue, I would say she really enjoyed herself. So what are you going to do now?”
“Well, you are the first to know this, but she is now my girlfriend. When I dropped her off this time we made sure to get each other’s phone numbers, and we are gonna talk more later on today. All I know is that next to you, she is the most awesome person I have met since moving here.”
She grinned, and said “I can see that. You’re a great guy to hang around with, but for some reason I just never felt like you were a lover for me, ya know? Nothing bad, just that was not something that was for us to be. More like the older brother I ever had than anything else.”
“It’s OK Holly, I understand. And I feel the same way, no matter how great you look in that green dress ya wore on that last date.”
We both laughed, and I was once again amazed I had such an awesome girl friend. Not a girlfriend, but a girl friend. With Holly I felt like I could say anything, even more than with my guy friends back home.
“So tell me,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Are her breasts as small and firm as they looked at the arcade?”
I then spent a couple of moments describing them in some detail. The little mole on the underside that I loved to lick. The way her puffy areola and nipples almost seemed like another breast on the tip of her breast. On how she liked to have them gently bitten. Her eyes looked a bit glazed as I leaned back and said “I’m only giving you these details, since that much was obvious after she had taken her bra off at the arcade and stuck it in her purse.”
“Now I know for a fact you’re not bullshitting me. You would never have known it was in her purse otherwise.”
“Why would I do that Ariel? I think your wisdom is high enough that you had a decent idea of that when you went snooping in my car.”
“Well Fairbough, for all I know that shirt was your own cum rag from after you jacked off last night after striking out with her. And maybe I was not smelling pussy, but 2 day old tuna you had left in the back. But knowing where her bra was tells me you were with her when she put it back on, and that obviously her shirt was off at the time. So tell me, what’s it like being with a Junior High School girl?”
Taking a deep breath, I looked into her eyes and flat out said “Well, I’m not sure yet, but I think I might be starting to fall in love with her to tell you the truth.”
At that Holly did something I would never have expected from a best friend in Idaho. She came over, sat in my lap, and gave me a big hug. “Well good for you, I hope. Just take it easy with her dude. You got a few years of experience over her, but be careful it’s your heart and not your dick doing the thinking here.”
“Holly, trust me when I say it is not just that. Let’s just say that I have not been a virgin for some time now, not all Idaho girls are Mormon virgins that will only give you the prize after the minister says I do.”
“Yea, I thought not. Let me guess, that Indian girl who’s picture you keep on your dresser?”
“Yea, Kim Little Buck. We were the first for each other, but we both already knew I was leaving after the end of the school year. It was a great last month, but we knew that was going to be the end of it. We both knew there would be no undying love, or that I was going to be rushing back once I graduated. We loved each other, and I guess we both decided that we would be the best first partners for each other.”
We chatted for a bit longer, then she helped me clean out the car after I put the laundry in the dryer. She took off for a few minutes towards the end, and returned with her purse and pulled something out of it. It was one of those round gel type air fresheners, Vanilla scented. “Ya may wanna keep this in there from now on dude. Otherwise everybody will know what you have been up to.” She then went back into the garage and dug into my boxes of camping gear. Taking out a backpack, she shoved the blanket into it, added a second one, a towel, and some more pillows. “Here, this way you might be better prepared for future... dates.”
Now it was my turn to blush as I raised the back seat, and put the pack and everything else behind the back seat and closed the back hatch. We gave each other a hug goodbye and headed into our houses.
Just after lunch I told my dad I had to make a call. He waved at me as I took the cordless phone upstairs and called Linda. Some other girl answered the phone, but in a minute I was talking with the gal that made me feel so wonderful the night before.
We both said how much fun we had had the other night, and were trying to decide when we might be able to get together again. We spent about 45 minutes talking until she said she had to go, but to call her at around 5. So we hung up and I spent the next couple of hours working out the ideas I had been running through my head for a D&D campaign. I knew I would have to run them by Holly later, and I had an idea of having her act as my “Co-DM”. This way I could run the campaign itself, and she would act as an NPC I was already sketching out.
I had an early dinner and called Linda just after 5. She told me that if I was not doing anything that night she had gotten permission to spend a few hours with a new boy she had met, showing him around the area. I told her I could be there in 15 minutes and I was instructed to come to her apartment. I quickly changed into black slacks, a button-down Levi shirt, and headed over.
Just over 10 minutes later I was knocking on her door, when her mother answered. “How do you do Mrs. Carol, I’m Pete. I am here to pick up Linda.”
The look on her face was one of surprise. She invited me inside and we chatted for a moment until Linda arrived. She was wearing a kind of peach colored knee length shirt-dress thing, and some low platform shoes. She looked amazing.
I told her mom I had just moved here 3 months ago from Idaho, and that I had met Linda a few weeks after that while skating. It seems her mother had a bit of an idea, since Linda had told her she had met a boy after that, and again last night that she had met him again. We told her our plan was for Linda to show me “The Boulevard”, then to hang out at one of the malls.
“OK, but remember sweetie, be back by midnight” she said. Linda gave her a hug and we headed out the door.
When we got to the car I opened the door for her and held it open until she got in. And as I went to the other side to get in I saw somebody was peeking through one of the curtains, it looked like Mrs. Carol. I got in and exchanged a brief kiss before heading off.
“Wow Pete, midnight! I can’t believe she said midnight! This is a school night, she has never let me stay out this late on a school night before!”
“Well, how many of your dates showed up at the door dressed up, and called your mother Mrs. Carol?”
“Well, none” she admitted. “Normally they just ask for me, and we walk off or ride our bikes because none of them have cars.”
I looked at her for a moment and gave her a half-grin. “If they don’t have cars, how could you have gotten your... reputation?”
Linda stuck out her tongue at me and said “Well, why do you think I suggested the park behind the baseball field? The dugouts have their uses other than during games ya know. And there are a few other places I know that a couple can be alone for a few minutes.”
She directed me to “The Boulevard”, Van Nuys Boulevard. At that time the premiere cruising spot in The Valley. Surrounded by Mustangs, Hondas, Datsuns, Toyotas, and various convertibles my Scout looked a bit out of place. As we were turning around for the 4th time at the Panorama Mall I told her that the next time we did this I would take the top off.
She looked at me with a puzzled look, as I explained that the top of the truck actually came off. A couple of bolts, somebody else to help me lift it off, and it was a convertible. She actually giggled and clapped, saying that it would be radical to see that. And as a sign of my growing musical tastes, we were driving around like everybody else listening to KMET, not the country station I had always listened to my first month here.
Holding hands and cruising the Boulevard was nice, and being a Sunday night she told me it was not as crowded as it would be on Friday or Saturday nights. But after laughing and yelling at friends and strangers for an hour we needed a bit of a break. So we pulled into McDonald’s and used the restroom and got something to eat while we hung around outside my car trying to decide where to go next. I had held the door open for her and we got back inside, about to give a suggestion I thought she might like.
At that time 3 guys came over to the car and I saw Linda tense up. She seemed nervous, but the guys didn't seem to be a threat. I got out of the car and walked over to them, and one of them asked “Hey holmes, what’s that you’re driving? I ain’t never seen anything like that before.”
I then took the next 15 minutes showing them Scout. Or to be more precise, a 1975 International Harvester Scout II. I could tell the 4x4 did not mean much to them, and they thought IH only made trucks and tractors. But they thought that my ride was "rad", and would look out for me in the future.
Linda was obviously relieved when we pulled out. She told me that the youngest one was a guy she had “dated” the year before, and was worried that there might be a scene. I was a bit puzzled, and asked why that would happen.
“I forget how new you are here. That was Juan, his brother Jose, and his cousin Arturo. They are BVN.”
Now I remembered seeing Jose and Arturo at school on occasion, but I had no idea they were gang members. At that time I got my first introduction to the intricacies of the local gangs. And apparently, Bario Van Nuys was the leading gang in the area. And my being a relative outsider, friendly, and loved showing off my truck was a big plus in their eyes. And it also probably helped that Juan was not considering any kind of attachment with Linda.
We took another loop before Linda suggested we go back to The Garden again. With a grin I turned at Victory and headed to what was quickly becoming my favorite place around.
As soon as we got there I laid down the back seat, spread out the blankets and pillows that Holly had so thoughtfully put in the back, and we were once again wrapped around each other. This time I had thought ahead and put on a “Soft Jazz” station I had discovered on the radio, and the slow sweet sax music seemed to add something even more special. It was not long before I had that shirt-dress off and I was kissing along the tops of the white bra she was wearing under it, and my shirt was being pulled off as well. And shortly afterwards, my shirt and pants (and everything else but her panties) were also off.
We were again making out like only 2 horny teenagers can when I felt her hand slip down and wrap around my cock. She was stroking it as she moved down and started sucking on my nipples. Now this was a first for me. I have had girls give them a little attention, but Linda seemed to be trying to give them as much attention as I gave her nipples. She then turned sideways and started to kiss lower, still giving me a slow gentle stroking as she did so.
She then raised up, bent forward to give me a tender kiss, then said softly “I’ve never done this before.” Before I could ask her what she meant, she lowered her head to my lap, and took the tip of my cock into her mouth.
Oh, I had never felt anything like that before! Soft, wet, warm, she licked the head as her hand continued to move up and down. She started to move up and down a bit before I winced and whispered “Please watch the teeth!”
She came up with a look of embarrassment on her face and apologized, then resumed what she was doing. Oh the feelings of my first blowjob! It felt amazing, and I could feel her lips moving up and down. I caressed her back and ran my fingers through her hair, trying to hold off as long as I could. Now I have had sex before, but this was something even more special. Linda only got about halfway down my cock, but that felt amazing.
It was only 5 minutes later when I was fighting to keep from moving my hips, and moaning that I was about to cum. A minute later and I was moaning that I could not hold off and was going to cum. But little Linda only bobbed her head faster, her hand moving even faster up and down on my cock and I could not hold back any longer. With a loud moan I came in her mouth, in what must have been a large load of jism.
Linda pulled back, with a somewhat puzzled look on her face. She swallowed and gave this little shudder before I pulled her to me and gave her a long deep kiss. She tried to pull back, and finally I let her. “Pete, I still have some of your stuff in my mouth” she quietly exclaimed.
“I know Sweetie. But if you can do that, tasting it is not going to bother me if it means kissing you as a way of saying thanks.”
Now I knew that we were a go for the next level, and it was something I had actually been thinking about since last night. After cuddling for a bit we resumed kissing again, and soon my hands and fingers were at work on her, showing her one of the things she had enjoyed the night before.
Kissing and sucking on her nipples, I was lying on top of her as my fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy, pausing inside to caress her wet velvety inner walls. I kissed and licked the underside of her breasts before I started to kiss my way down her belly. My feet struck the rear hatch so I came up on my knees a bit as I kissed my way down, licking her belly button and sticking my tongue inside of it.
Finally my lips were at the top of her pubic hair, and she grabbed my head and whispered “What are you doing?”
“Returning the favor” I said, before I lowered my head between her thighs as I slipped my fingers out of her, giving a long slow lick to her labia.
The night before I had noticed how “compact” she was between her thighs. But now I was seeing it for the first time. Between licks I looked closely, and the only way I can describe her was as an “innie” bellybutton. Her labia were compact, with her inner labia almost completely covered by the outer. None of the protruding lips I had seen in magazines and former lovers, but almost c***dlike in appearance. But this was no c***d I knew as I lowered my head and slipped my tongue between those soft and delicious lips.
Shortly afterwards I had my hands on her breasts as I was licking and sucking every inch I could find. She moaned as I slid my tongue as deep into her as I could. Linda started moaning my name over and over again as I moved up and took her clit between my lips, sucking on it as I licked in every way I could think of. Moaning incoherently she closed her thighs around my head and her hips started rocking again. A minute later she was screaming into the crook of her arm she placed over her mouth as she announced out her orgasm.
I slowly licked her down from her orgasm, then wiped as much of her fluids from my face as I could when I came up. But she immediately grabbed my head and kissed me thoroughly. After several minutes we both came up for air, and the shine on her face was probably equal to my own. Never before had I been with a lover who got so wet when they orgasmed. It was not the fabled “gushing” that some of the Penthouse stories I read about had, but more like a slow constant flow from inside.
We spent some more time making out, then cuddling, then making out again. A glance at the clock showed it was 10, and things were heating up again. I slid her onto her back again and let my fingers go back to what I knew we both enjoyed.
Soon she was moaning between kisses as her hips were rocking on my fingers when I slipped them out again. This time I added my index to my middle and ring fingers, and started to ease all three into her. Her eyes opened wide and she bit her lip as I slowly worked them in and out. A few times she let out little squeaks that caused me to stop but she grabbed my arm and pulled, urging me to continue. Finally they were all the way inside of her pussy and she let out a little sigh.
“So full, I have never felt so full before Pete.”
I slowly started moving them in and out, and the look on her face was like she was in paradise. This time the wet noises my fingers were making were even more obvious, a wet squelching-squishing noise as they entered and exited her body. And her moans were growing louder, grabbing my face and kissing me even harder. My thumb once again found her clit and started to rub it as I slid in and out and it was obvious she was going to cum again very soon.
Pulling her mouth from mine she started moaning “Oh god, oh Peter, of yes, do me. Keep going, so good, so good,” then little but moans as she clenched my fingers inside and moaned out her orgasm.
But this was a bit different. She gripped my arm hard and continued to rock her hips over and over, grunting and moaning. The normal signs to stop were not coming, and the squeezing she was giving my fingers was getting stronger. After what seemed like an eternity she actually screamed and went completely rigid. I stopped moving and held her as she slowly relaxed.
I tried to ease my fingers out but she clutched my arm, and started to shower kisses all over my face. Finally she pulled down and with a loud squelch my fingers slipped out of her pussy.
Pushing me onto my back she continued to shower kisses all over my face, saying over and over how wonderful that had felt. Finally completely satisfied and relaxing from her orgasm, she told me that she had just come 3 times in a row!
OK, now while reading Penthouse I had heard of “multiple orgasms”, but I had long thought they were so extremely rare they were almost a myth. And I had just given my sweet little Linda one? Wow, talk about feeling good!
We continued to kiss and caress each other, and I enjoyed it when she laid on top of me and I could hold and squeeze her little bottom in my hands. But when she thought it was time to grab my dick and try to return the favor, I placed my hand over hers and told her that I was too worn out to continue. 2 times the night before then her gift to me earlier had drained me. She tried for a few minutes, and when it was obvious I was not rising for the occasion we just returned to making out until 11.
I then showed her one of the things I had kept in my backpack that I do not even think Holly realized was in there. Inside was a package of baby wipes, which are also good for cleaning yourself up while camping. So we spent a delightful 15 minutes cleaning each other of any incriminating scents before getting dressed.
We slid to the front and kissed some more as we once again waited for the windows to defog. Finally I drove her home and after a few kisses I walked her to her door and kissed her one more time when her little sister opened the door.
A bit embarrassed we both said goodnight and I headed on home.
I had done little more than open all the doors and the rear hatch before I felt arms around my waist and Holly saying “Good morning Fairbough.” I returned her hug, and then she stepped back and examined my car. “Well, I knew something was up when you got home” she said, with a smirk on her face.
“What do you mean?” I asked, all innocent.
“Well, when I left you last night you were wearing one of your western shirts, that one” she said, pointing to the shirt laying on the folded down back seat. “And when you came home last night, you were wearing Steve Miller.”
She then reached out before I could stop her and grabbed the shirt from the back. The look on her face was priceless when she realized that the shirt was not only wadded up into a ball, but was surely a bit stiff and crusty. “Pete, is this, what I think it is?” Quickly grabbing it from her, I dropped it on the ground, and pulled out the blanket and dropped it on top. Leaning forward she took a sniff, then leaned back and looked right into my eyes.
“OK dude, like what the hell happened last night? I could tell she was wanting ya bad, but dude, she's only 14! If you took advantage of her...”
At that I quickly shushed her, and picked up the pile of laundry and took her into the garage. I dropped everything in the washer and started it, then took her to the back yard and had her take a seat and started to let her know what was happening.
“Holly, let’s just say that yes, last night we did get rather involved. In fact, a bit more than we had the prior time. But the first time, I didn't know she was 14.”
“Exactly, she's 14! Jesus fuck dude, she’s just a little k**!”
“Well, she is little, but not really a k**. Let’s just say she has done things before she met me, and everything that first night was something we both enjoyed. Last night we went a bit further, but not much.” I looked into her eyes, and softly said “Besides, do you think I would do anything with anybody that they did not agree to? And at 14 were you still an entirely innocent little k**?”
We looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments, and she then placed her hand on the back of mine and apologized. “I’m sorry, you’re right. Yea, I did some fooling around when I was 14. But I mean, like, you’re car smells like pussy, and try to tell me that wasn’t cum on your shirt Pete.”
Looking a little sheepish, I shrugged and said “Well, it was not exactly planned. And I didn’t have anything else to clean up with.”
“Well, I take it you both enjoyed yourselves? I guess she had done things before, since I didn’t see any blood on that blanket or on the back seat.”
“Holly, let’s just say that she was a virgin last night, and she's still a virgin this morning. There are other things we can do to enjoy ourselves besides screwing.”
I raised my eyebrows a few times like Groucho, and she actually blushed. “OK dude, yea, I get ya. And if the way your car smells is any clue, I would say she really enjoyed herself. So what are you going to do now?”
“Well, you are the first to know this, but she is now my girlfriend. When I dropped her off this time we made sure to get each other’s phone numbers, and we are gonna talk more later on today. All I know is that next to you, she is the most awesome person I have met since moving here.”
She grinned, and said “I can see that. You’re a great guy to hang around with, but for some reason I just never felt like you were a lover for me, ya know? Nothing bad, just that was not something that was for us to be. More like the older brother I ever had than anything else.”
“It’s OK Holly, I understand. And I feel the same way, no matter how great you look in that green dress ya wore on that last date.”
We both laughed, and I was once again amazed I had such an awesome girl friend. Not a girlfriend, but a girl friend. With Holly I felt like I could say anything, even more than with my guy friends back home.
“So tell me,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Are her breasts as small and firm as they looked at the arcade?”
I then spent a couple of moments describing them in some detail. The little mole on the underside that I loved to lick. The way her puffy areola and nipples almost seemed like another breast on the tip of her breast. On how she liked to have them gently bitten. Her eyes looked a bit glazed as I leaned back and said “I’m only giving you these details, since that much was obvious after she had taken her bra off at the arcade and stuck it in her purse.”
“Now I know for a fact you’re not bullshitting me. You would never have known it was in her purse otherwise.”
“Why would I do that Ariel? I think your wisdom is high enough that you had a decent idea of that when you went snooping in my car.”
“Well Fairbough, for all I know that shirt was your own cum rag from after you jacked off last night after striking out with her. And maybe I was not smelling pussy, but 2 day old tuna you had left in the back. But knowing where her bra was tells me you were with her when she put it back on, and that obviously her shirt was off at the time. So tell me, what’s it like being with a Junior High School girl?”
Taking a deep breath, I looked into her eyes and flat out said “Well, I’m not sure yet, but I think I might be starting to fall in love with her to tell you the truth.”
At that Holly did something I would never have expected from a best friend in Idaho. She came over, sat in my lap, and gave me a big hug. “Well good for you, I hope. Just take it easy with her dude. You got a few years of experience over her, but be careful it’s your heart and not your dick doing the thinking here.”
“Holly, trust me when I say it is not just that. Let’s just say that I have not been a virgin for some time now, not all Idaho girls are Mormon virgins that will only give you the prize after the minister says I do.”
“Yea, I thought not. Let me guess, that Indian girl who’s picture you keep on your dresser?”
“Yea, Kim Little Buck. We were the first for each other, but we both already knew I was leaving after the end of the school year. It was a great last month, but we knew that was going to be the end of it. We both knew there would be no undying love, or that I was going to be rushing back once I graduated. We loved each other, and I guess we both decided that we would be the best first partners for each other.”
We chatted for a bit longer, then she helped me clean out the car after I put the laundry in the dryer. She took off for a few minutes towards the end, and returned with her purse and pulled something out of it. It was one of those round gel type air fresheners, Vanilla scented. “Ya may wanna keep this in there from now on dude. Otherwise everybody will know what you have been up to.” She then went back into the garage and dug into my boxes of camping gear. Taking out a backpack, she shoved the blanket into it, added a second one, a towel, and some more pillows. “Here, this way you might be better prepared for future... dates.”
Now it was my turn to blush as I raised the back seat, and put the pack and everything else behind the back seat and closed the back hatch. We gave each other a hug goodbye and headed into our houses.
Just after lunch I told my dad I had to make a call. He waved at me as I took the cordless phone upstairs and called Linda. Some other girl answered the phone, but in a minute I was talking with the gal that made me feel so wonderful the night before.
We both said how much fun we had had the other night, and were trying to decide when we might be able to get together again. We spent about 45 minutes talking until she said she had to go, but to call her at around 5. So we hung up and I spent the next couple of hours working out the ideas I had been running through my head for a D&D campaign. I knew I would have to run them by Holly later, and I had an idea of having her act as my “Co-DM”. This way I could run the campaign itself, and she would act as an NPC I was already sketching out.
I had an early dinner and called Linda just after 5. She told me that if I was not doing anything that night she had gotten permission to spend a few hours with a new boy she had met, showing him around the area. I told her I could be there in 15 minutes and I was instructed to come to her apartment. I quickly changed into black slacks, a button-down Levi shirt, and headed over.
Just over 10 minutes later I was knocking on her door, when her mother answered. “How do you do Mrs. Carol, I’m Pete. I am here to pick up Linda.”
The look on her face was one of surprise. She invited me inside and we chatted for a moment until Linda arrived. She was wearing a kind of peach colored knee length shirt-dress thing, and some low platform shoes. She looked amazing.
I told her mom I had just moved here 3 months ago from Idaho, and that I had met Linda a few weeks after that while skating. It seems her mother had a bit of an idea, since Linda had told her she had met a boy after that, and again last night that she had met him again. We told her our plan was for Linda to show me “The Boulevard”, then to hang out at one of the malls.
“OK, but remember sweetie, be back by midnight” she said. Linda gave her a hug and we headed out the door.
When we got to the car I opened the door for her and held it open until she got in. And as I went to the other side to get in I saw somebody was peeking through one of the curtains, it looked like Mrs. Carol. I got in and exchanged a brief kiss before heading off.
“Wow Pete, midnight! I can’t believe she said midnight! This is a school night, she has never let me stay out this late on a school night before!”
“Well, how many of your dates showed up at the door dressed up, and called your mother Mrs. Carol?”
“Well, none” she admitted. “Normally they just ask for me, and we walk off or ride our bikes because none of them have cars.”
I looked at her for a moment and gave her a half-grin. “If they don’t have cars, how could you have gotten your... reputation?”
Linda stuck out her tongue at me and said “Well, why do you think I suggested the park behind the baseball field? The dugouts have their uses other than during games ya know. And there are a few other places I know that a couple can be alone for a few minutes.”
She directed me to “The Boulevard”, Van Nuys Boulevard. At that time the premiere cruising spot in The Valley. Surrounded by Mustangs, Hondas, Datsuns, Toyotas, and various convertibles my Scout looked a bit out of place. As we were turning around for the 4th time at the Panorama Mall I told her that the next time we did this I would take the top off.
She looked at me with a puzzled look, as I explained that the top of the truck actually came off. A couple of bolts, somebody else to help me lift it off, and it was a convertible. She actually giggled and clapped, saying that it would be radical to see that. And as a sign of my growing musical tastes, we were driving around like everybody else listening to KMET, not the country station I had always listened to my first month here.
Holding hands and cruising the Boulevard was nice, and being a Sunday night she told me it was not as crowded as it would be on Friday or Saturday nights. But after laughing and yelling at friends and strangers for an hour we needed a bit of a break. So we pulled into McDonald’s and used the restroom and got something to eat while we hung around outside my car trying to decide where to go next. I had held the door open for her and we got back inside, about to give a suggestion I thought she might like.
At that time 3 guys came over to the car and I saw Linda tense up. She seemed nervous, but the guys didn't seem to be a threat. I got out of the car and walked over to them, and one of them asked “Hey holmes, what’s that you’re driving? I ain’t never seen anything like that before.”
I then took the next 15 minutes showing them Scout. Or to be more precise, a 1975 International Harvester Scout II. I could tell the 4x4 did not mean much to them, and they thought IH only made trucks and tractors. But they thought that my ride was "rad", and would look out for me in the future.
Linda was obviously relieved when we pulled out. She told me that the youngest one was a guy she had “dated” the year before, and was worried that there might be a scene. I was a bit puzzled, and asked why that would happen.
“I forget how new you are here. That was Juan, his brother Jose, and his cousin Arturo. They are BVN.”
Now I remembered seeing Jose and Arturo at school on occasion, but I had no idea they were gang members. At that time I got my first introduction to the intricacies of the local gangs. And apparently, Bario Van Nuys was the leading gang in the area. And my being a relative outsider, friendly, and loved showing off my truck was a big plus in their eyes. And it also probably helped that Juan was not considering any kind of attachment with Linda.
We took another loop before Linda suggested we go back to The Garden again. With a grin I turned at Victory and headed to what was quickly becoming my favorite place around.
As soon as we got there I laid down the back seat, spread out the blankets and pillows that Holly had so thoughtfully put in the back, and we were once again wrapped around each other. This time I had thought ahead and put on a “Soft Jazz” station I had discovered on the radio, and the slow sweet sax music seemed to add something even more special. It was not long before I had that shirt-dress off and I was kissing along the tops of the white bra she was wearing under it, and my shirt was being pulled off as well. And shortly afterwards, my shirt and pants (and everything else but her panties) were also off.
We were again making out like only 2 horny teenagers can when I felt her hand slip down and wrap around my cock. She was stroking it as she moved down and started sucking on my nipples. Now this was a first for me. I have had girls give them a little attention, but Linda seemed to be trying to give them as much attention as I gave her nipples. She then turned sideways and started to kiss lower, still giving me a slow gentle stroking as she did so.
She then raised up, bent forward to give me a tender kiss, then said softly “I’ve never done this before.” Before I could ask her what she meant, she lowered her head to my lap, and took the tip of my cock into her mouth.
Oh, I had never felt anything like that before! Soft, wet, warm, she licked the head as her hand continued to move up and down. She started to move up and down a bit before I winced and whispered “Please watch the teeth!”
She came up with a look of embarrassment on her face and apologized, then resumed what she was doing. Oh the feelings of my first blowjob! It felt amazing, and I could feel her lips moving up and down. I caressed her back and ran my fingers through her hair, trying to hold off as long as I could. Now I have had sex before, but this was something even more special. Linda only got about halfway down my cock, but that felt amazing.
It was only 5 minutes later when I was fighting to keep from moving my hips, and moaning that I was about to cum. A minute later and I was moaning that I could not hold off and was going to cum. But little Linda only bobbed her head faster, her hand moving even faster up and down on my cock and I could not hold back any longer. With a loud moan I came in her mouth, in what must have been a large load of jism.
Linda pulled back, with a somewhat puzzled look on her face. She swallowed and gave this little shudder before I pulled her to me and gave her a long deep kiss. She tried to pull back, and finally I let her. “Pete, I still have some of your stuff in my mouth” she quietly exclaimed.
“I know Sweetie. But if you can do that, tasting it is not going to bother me if it means kissing you as a way of saying thanks.”
Now I knew that we were a go for the next level, and it was something I had actually been thinking about since last night. After cuddling for a bit we resumed kissing again, and soon my hands and fingers were at work on her, showing her one of the things she had enjoyed the night before.
Kissing and sucking on her nipples, I was lying on top of her as my fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy, pausing inside to caress her wet velvety inner walls. I kissed and licked the underside of her breasts before I started to kiss my way down her belly. My feet struck the rear hatch so I came up on my knees a bit as I kissed my way down, licking her belly button and sticking my tongue inside of it.
Finally my lips were at the top of her pubic hair, and she grabbed my head and whispered “What are you doing?”
“Returning the favor” I said, before I lowered my head between her thighs as I slipped my fingers out of her, giving a long slow lick to her labia.
The night before I had noticed how “compact” she was between her thighs. But now I was seeing it for the first time. Between licks I looked closely, and the only way I can describe her was as an “innie” bellybutton. Her labia were compact, with her inner labia almost completely covered by the outer. None of the protruding lips I had seen in magazines and former lovers, but almost c***dlike in appearance. But this was no c***d I knew as I lowered my head and slipped my tongue between those soft and delicious lips.
Shortly afterwards I had my hands on her breasts as I was licking and sucking every inch I could find. She moaned as I slid my tongue as deep into her as I could. Linda started moaning my name over and over again as I moved up and took her clit between my lips, sucking on it as I licked in every way I could think of. Moaning incoherently she closed her thighs around my head and her hips started rocking again. A minute later she was screaming into the crook of her arm she placed over her mouth as she announced out her orgasm.
I slowly licked her down from her orgasm, then wiped as much of her fluids from my face as I could when I came up. But she immediately grabbed my head and kissed me thoroughly. After several minutes we both came up for air, and the shine on her face was probably equal to my own. Never before had I been with a lover who got so wet when they orgasmed. It was not the fabled “gushing” that some of the Penthouse stories I read about had, but more like a slow constant flow from inside.
We spent some more time making out, then cuddling, then making out again. A glance at the clock showed it was 10, and things were heating up again. I slid her onto her back again and let my fingers go back to what I knew we both enjoyed.
Soon she was moaning between kisses as her hips were rocking on my fingers when I slipped them out again. This time I added my index to my middle and ring fingers, and started to ease all three into her. Her eyes opened wide and she bit her lip as I slowly worked them in and out. A few times she let out little squeaks that caused me to stop but she grabbed my arm and pulled, urging me to continue. Finally they were all the way inside of her pussy and she let out a little sigh.
“So full, I have never felt so full before Pete.”
I slowly started moving them in and out, and the look on her face was like she was in paradise. This time the wet noises my fingers were making were even more obvious, a wet squelching-squishing noise as they entered and exited her body. And her moans were growing louder, grabbing my face and kissing me even harder. My thumb once again found her clit and started to rub it as I slid in and out and it was obvious she was going to cum again very soon.
Pulling her mouth from mine she started moaning “Oh god, oh Peter, of yes, do me. Keep going, so good, so good,” then little but moans as she clenched my fingers inside and moaned out her orgasm.
But this was a bit different. She gripped my arm hard and continued to rock her hips over and over, grunting and moaning. The normal signs to stop were not coming, and the squeezing she was giving my fingers was getting stronger. After what seemed like an eternity she actually screamed and went completely rigid. I stopped moving and held her as she slowly relaxed.
I tried to ease my fingers out but she clutched my arm, and started to shower kisses all over my face. Finally she pulled down and with a loud squelch my fingers slipped out of her pussy.
Pushing me onto my back she continued to shower kisses all over my face, saying over and over how wonderful that had felt. Finally completely satisfied and relaxing from her orgasm, she told me that she had just come 3 times in a row!
OK, now while reading Penthouse I had heard of “multiple orgasms”, but I had long thought they were so extremely rare they were almost a myth. And I had just given my sweet little Linda one? Wow, talk about feeling good!
We continued to kiss and caress each other, and I enjoyed it when she laid on top of me and I could hold and squeeze her little bottom in my hands. But when she thought it was time to grab my dick and try to return the favor, I placed my hand over hers and told her that I was too worn out to continue. 2 times the night before then her gift to me earlier had drained me. She tried for a few minutes, and when it was obvious I was not rising for the occasion we just returned to making out until 11.
I then showed her one of the things I had kept in my backpack that I do not even think Holly realized was in there. Inside was a package of baby wipes, which are also good for cleaning yourself up while camping. So we spent a delightful 15 minutes cleaning each other of any incriminating scents before getting dressed.
We slid to the front and kissed some more as we once again waited for the windows to defog. Finally I drove her home and after a few kisses I walked her to her door and kissed her one more time when her little sister opened the door.
A bit embarrassed we both said goodnight and I headed on home.
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