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MY NYLON GODDESS - CHAPTER SEVEN "Alannah! What I have told you?" With a guilty start, I looked over at Shauna, who was busy pulling a beer. Then, realising I didn't know what I was supposed to be feeling guilty about, I rearranged my face into a quizzical expression. When my goddess looked round again and saw it, she rolled her eyes and exclaimed, "Nails!" Oh, right. I stopped drumming my fingers on the bar and checked my fingernails for any dents or fractures in their bright pink coating. Thankfully, there weren't any. It was the first time my nails had been painted, after weeks growing them out at Tessa's request. I was both delighted at how they looked and inordinately proud of them. My gaze was just in the process of travelling further up my wrist when Shauna called out again, "And stop looking at your watch every two minutes! You're not going to make him get here any quicker, you know!" I poked my tongue out and checked anyway, just in case something had gone awry with the laws of time and physics in the last sixty seconds. It hadn't. And there was still no sign of Kevin. "Wow, she's really got you under control, hasn't she?" The voice came from above me and was vaguely familiar. I swivelled on my stool and looked up into the face of a tall young man who was standing at my shoulder, evidently waiting to be served. I couldn't help sneak a glance at Shauna, but if she'd heard the remark she wasn't reacting to it. "I'm thinking either stepmother, or really bossy friend," the man continued, with a friendly smile that belied the teasing tone. He had sandy hair which he wore short on the sides and a little longer on top, clear blue eyes, a nose that might have been a touch too wide and the kind of stubble that suggested either careful cultivation or a missed shave. He looked a few years older than me - perhaps 18 or so. "Stepmother?" I queried, while still trying to recollect where I'd seen him before. "You don't look anything like each other, so I'm ruling out sister," he explained smoothly. His voice screamed expensive education, though his clothes were shabby enough to fit the local area. "Well, you were right the second time, ah, Justin," I said. The name had finally come back to me. He had introduced himself to me in this very pub, a few weeks ago. It had been an infamous night of discovery for me: first time drunk, first kiss with a boy, first handjob, first hangover. It was not a night I would forget in a hurry, all that alcohol notwithstanding. "You remembered my name!" he said in a tone of mock amazement. "I must have made quite the impression ... Three pale ales, thanks." This last was to one of the barmaids working with Shauna. He turned to me. "Don't suppose I can get you a drink, Alannah?" I gave him a wry smile. "I suppose I ought to say yes after being so rude to you last time ... But that's a no, thanks." He nodded amiably. "I did hear something about someone being late ... Anyway, I'll be over in that corner if your plans change." He picked up his drinks and headed off into the crowd. I watched him go, musing that while he certainly hadn't been the only guy to hit on me in the time that I'd been sitting here waiting, he was definitely the best looking ... Shauna came over to see me, bringing some glasses with her to polish. "So who's the hot boy?" I shrugged. "Name's Justin. No idea beyond that - except he also tried to chat me up the last time I was here. You know, the night of the party?" I had to raise my voice to be heard over the noise in the room, but nobody seemed to be listening in. Shauna gave a thoughtful look. "Well, we know one other thing about him then." "What's that?" "He's got terrible taste in women. I mean I've seen him here any number of times, he's never said boo to me. Whereas he's all over you like a rash ..." She laughed at my injured expression.. "Seriously babe, you look fabulous - and you know it. Can't believe you did your own makeup - you're getting really good at it!" "Thanks," I said, blushing as I always did at any compliment concerning my feminine appearance. "I've been practising really hard. Tessa braided my hair though. Oh, and did my nails." I held them up for inspection. "Aren't they fabulous?" "They are indeed," agreed Shauna. "New outfit looks good too!" "Well you helped choose it," I pointed out. We'd recently gone shopping to get me some more clothes. My first expedition with Tessa had produced a floral dress that very much reflected her own tastes. Whereas Shauna, who typically favoured an edgier look, had taken me in a rather different direction. Hence the tight black woollen top, red plaid skirt and mauve tights I was wearing, together with my trusty black boots. The skirt was very short and really showed off my legs, which the older girls agreed looked great in nylon - though I still clung to the loyal belief that Shauna's were better. Thinking about our shopping trip reminded me of something - and with a lurch in my stomach I suddenly remembered what it was. "Oh goodness," I exclaimed, "I forget to tell you!" "Tell me what?" inquired my goddess. "Do you want another drink by the way?" "Um, sure, another vodka and lemon would be great. Well, thing is, the day after we went to the shops, my mum said she'd seen you in town with this 'pretty young girl' - those were her exact words. She wanted to know who it was! I nearly had a heart attack! But I said I thought you maybe had a cousin visiting and perhaps that's who it was. I mean, I had no idea she was going shopping at the same time!" "No fucking way!" exclaimed Shauna, tipping a shot of vodka into a glass. She looked around to make sure the duty manager wasn't watching, then added some extra spirit. "Oops!" she said, grinning. "So your own mother didn't recognise you!" "Nope," I said, counting out the money I owed for the drink. "But she couldn't have been too near us. I certainly didn't see her. She talks a lot about you though. She's always asking questions about my girlfriend - I mean, Alan's girlfriend. She seems quite chuffed that he's going out with an older girl." "Well, Alan's a lucky boy, isn't he?" said Shauna with a smirk. "Good thing though she doesn't know about the rest of it, right?" "Yeah, I guess, except ..." "Except what?" Shauna's look was quizzical as she gave me my change. I shook my head. "Oh, I don't know ... Look, you should get back to work. And I'll get back to waiting. You did give Kevin the message, right?" My goddess gave an exasperated sigh. "Yes, Alannah, and he said he'd be here by eight, I wasn't joking you know - and I'm sure he wasn't either. Maybe he missed a bus or something." "Sure," I said morosely and settled down with my drink. I was careful to sip it slowly, rather than slurp it as I had on the night of the party. That of course had also been when I'd got well acquainted not only with Kevin, but the inside of his mouth and, to both his and my surprise, what he kept in his pants. I'd thought long and hard before getting back in touch with him via Shauna. Any relationship was bound to be complicated, given that he went to the same boys' school as me, something I had to conceal. And of course physically, we couldn't go much further without him discovering that I wasn't really a girl - or at least, not in some of the parts that mattered. On the other hand, we'd had a lot of fun together. And I knew from Shauna, who was more his age and tended to move in similar circles, that he was keen to see me again. So eventually I'd set up this date. Only, it seemed, to be stood up. As the clock ticked slowly round to nine, I went through anxious, to impatient, to seething. When the hour came and went with no sign of him, I decided a move to Plan B was in order. I saw no point in spending so much time and effort to get dressed up for a night out, but have nothing to show for it. Shauna was working, while Tessa was off doing something with Joanna. I'd enjoyed playing with the latest and youngest addition to our little group a lot more than I would have expected. It had been fun showing her how to lick out the older girls, and surprisingly arousing to tug on each other's cocks. And I was still besotted with my goddess - especially after the miracle of being allowed to fuck her. Nevertheless, my experience with Kevin had given me a fascinating glimpse of the illicit thrills to be had from making out with a boy. And if one boy wasn't available, perhaps another would do. Picking up my handbag, I headed off in search of Justin. I found him with two mates. They were in a middle of a boisterous conversation. Rather than interrupt them, I moved to a spot where I could make eye contact with Justin, then pointed to another part of the crowded room. He grinned and nodded, then said something to his friends. Both their heads turned in my direction. There was a good deal of laughter, then Justin got up and headed towards the spot I'd indicated. Various comments were thrown in his direction which I couldn't quite hear, though I did catch the phrase, "cradle snatcher". As he joined me, I said in a teasing voice, "Your friends think I'm a bit young for you?" I suppose it was a bit of challenging way to start a conversation, but I was feeling incredibly nervous. Besides, Shauna was always on at me about taking the initiative ... The question didn't seem to faze Justin. He laughed as he replied, "Well, you're way too young to be in a pub! Unless you're a lot older than you look?" I smiled back. "Nope. But my friend Shauna - she's the one behind the bar - says that nobody here ever seems to check. I mean look at that lot!" I pointed to a gaggle of girls who looked every bit my age. A couple of then were giggling and glancing our way. I was pretty sure though that I wasn't the subject of their interest. "I reckon they'd be very happy if you offered to go and change their nappies." Justin put on a pained expression. "You summon me over here and you're trying to palm me off on those ... I was about to say a rude word there. On those delightful young ladies?" I shook my head. "No, of course not. Sorry, just feeling a bit nervous." "Really? This from the girl who, as I recall, told me to 'piss off' the first time I met her?" He gestured to show that he was kidding. "That's okay, didn't take offence then, won't now. But you might tell me what you have in mind?" I hesitated. "Well," I said slowly, "it seems my plans for the evening have changed after all, and I was going to ask you to buy me that drink. Only ..." "Only?" "Well, I think I've probably had enough alcohol. And the pub's a bit noisy and ..." I hadn't been doing more than glance occasionally at him, but now for the first time I made proper eye contact, hoping that he would be able to see through my uncertainty and figure out what to do. Fortunately, he could and did. "You want to go somewhere quieter to talk?" I nodded. "Okay, there's a nice coffee shop nearby we could try. Well, the coffee's rubbish actually, but the hot chocolate's all right. Just give me a minute while I let my friends know?" I gave him a grateful smile. "Sounds good. I might go and do the same with Shauna. You sure you don't mind abandoning your mates?" He returned the smile. "Oh no, they bore me silly, I only hang around them because they buy me drinks. Seriously though, they'll understand, it's not as if they haven't seen you. Meet you outside, all right?" "Sure," I said and headed back to the bar. It was only then that I realised that my heart was pounding. Yet my overriding emotion wasn't nervousness, but excitement. And a sense of pride that I'd been able so effortlessly to replace one date with another. As Alan, I'd have been tongue tied and useless talking to a girl in an equivalent situation. Not that I would even have been in such a situation. Being Alannah was opening up possibilities to be someone so much more daring and interesting. Not to mention pursuing desires Alan would never even have considered. Shauna was busy serving someone, but I called out to her. "No sign of Kevin - so I'm off for a coffee with Justin instead." An expression I couldn't quite read flashed across her face, but then she smiled and said, "Wow! Well, enjoy ... You got the key?" I nodded, knowing she meant the key to her shed, where I'd be able to change before going home. "Okay then, see you tomorrow, yeah?" "Of course," I replied, and hurried outside to find Justin. We crossed the road and then started heading down the main street. He crooked out an elbow and I threaded my arm through it. I had to reach up because, even in my heels, he was considerably taller than me. We walked in companionable silence for a while. As always, I relished the feeling of my skirt rustling against the nylon on my legs - as well as the admiring glances they seemed to be attracting from some of the men we passed. "So," I said eventually, "do you make a habit of chatting up underage girls?" "Oh no - or at least not that I can remember," he answered lightly. "Not even when you were my age?" "Eleven, you mean? Ow!" The last was in response to the dig I administered with my elbow. "All right, I deserved that ... But no, definitely not. When I was at boarding school, there were no girls to be seen. And during holidays I was expected to work in the family business. It's only since I started university and moved into my own place that I've had any chance to get out much." "You've got your own house?" I asked. "Well, share house," he answered. "With three other guys. The two you saw me with and one other. We're all studying together." "So what are you studying?" "Science - I'm hoping to specialise eventually in genetics, but it's all very general at this stage." "Oh wow," I said. "That sounds great. I like most of the science courses at school - well, maybe not chemistry, but I don't think I'll end up doing that." "So what do you want to do? You know, if the modelling career doesn't work out?" I looked up to see his grin, and decided to take the bait. "You think I'm a model, huh?" "I was just assuming someone as gorgeous as you would choose the obvious job, that's all," he said, his eyes twinkling. I gave him another nudge in the ribs, but more gently this time. "Flattery will get you nowhere, you know." Except of course that I had very much enjoyed the compliment, and we both knew it. The light-hearted exchange did though give me time to consider the difficult question of what Alannah might want to do in the future. It was not something that I had contemplated before - not least because I was trying to avoid thinking too far ahead just now. There were awkward questions there about how far I could continue with the strange double life I was currently leading. For the time being, however, I would just need to make something up. Fortunately, we had just arrived at the coffee house, which gave me a little more time to think. After we had ordered and settled down opposite one another in a booth, I talked about wanting to study fashion - which gave Justin a convenient excuse to say some more nice things about my appearance. Needless to say, I lapped it up. He also asked me about the school I was at. It was a lot easier to answer than it had been with Kevin, since Justin was fairly new to the area and I could make things up fairly easily. What he had in common with the younger boy was the combination of a confident manner and a self-deprecating humour, which made him very easy to talk to. Whereas though with Kevin the self-confidence came over as something of a cover for the insecurity underneath, Justin really did seem to totally comfortable in his own skin. Perhaps it was the difference in upbringing. Although he didn't say anything directly, it was pretty clear that he came from a wealthy family. What I still couldn't figure out though was why, looks aside, he was interested in me. I tried to ask, but he kept deflecting the question. I knew I should have just taken it all at face value and let it go. Eventually though, I slapped my hand on the table to get his attention. "Seriously Justin, can you not answer my question? I mean, don't get me wrong, I am more than happy to be here. You're good looking and funny ... But that's the whole point. You could obviously have any girl you wanted, so why single me out?" He opened his mouth to make another witty retort, but I think this time my glare convinced him it really wouldn't be a good idea. He sighed. "Look, I just think you're special, all right? I'm not sure I can explain it - not at the moment anyway ..." He looked at his watch. "You need to be somewhere else, right?" My tone was light, but inside my stomach was churning with dismay. I'd somehow managed to catch the attention of this gorgeous guy and now I'd totally blown it by being too needy and insecure. "Yes," he said, "I do." My heart sank even farther, if that was possible. Then he grinned. "I was planning on catching a late night movie at the local cinema. They do cult classics on Friday night. It's Life of Brian tonight - you know, the Monty Python film? I was hoping you might join me?" Inside, fireworks were going off. Outside, I surprised myself by not clapping or celebrating wildly, but simply smiling back and saying, "Love to." It didn't hurt that it was a film I'd always liked. Or that I knew it well enough to join Justin and, it seemed, at least half the audience in chorusing lines such as, "He wanks as high as any in Wome" and, "Yes, we're all individuals!" My familiarity also meant that I didn't mind at all getting distracted by the sheer nearness of my hunky date. About halfway through my hand found his and it stayed there the rest of the way. I was hoping that he might take the contact further, but to my disappointment he was very much the gentleman. Even so, I was feeling very happy indeed as we left the cinema arm in arm. When Justin inquired whether I lived nearby, I explained that I would need to take a bus. My only thought at this point was to end the evening on a good note and if possible - my heart was fluttering at the prospect - arrange another date. So I was staggered when he asked, "Don't suppose you'd like to come back for a coffee? To my place, I mean - it's only a few streets away. You can get one of the night buses, right?" Saying yes would be a really bad idea. I hadn't told my parents I was going to be out late. And I'd be going off to a strange house, with a young man I'd only just met - with no friends around for support. I couldn't agree fast enough. Ten minutes later we were sitting in the kitchen of his share house with steaming cups of coffee, continuing to chat away. Fortunately, there was no sign of the other occupants. We talked about this and that - nothing too consequential. But eventually I brought up the subject that had been preoccupying me since we'd left the pub. "So," I said with a lightness I certainly didn't feel, "you were going to tell me what's so special about me?" For once, his ready grin seemed to disappear. "Well," he said slowly, "I think you have something other girls don't." He looked at me steadily. For a moment, all I could think was how beautiful his eyes were. But then the words sank in and a chill ran through me. "How do you mean?" I asked weakly. "I mean," he said, his expression serious, "that you look like a girl - a really beautiful girl, actually. But underneath ... you aren't." I sat there stunned. It was all I could do not to jump up and run away. "How," I tried to ask, but the words simply wouldn't come out. I cleared my throat and tried again. "How did you know? Is it that obvious?" "Oh no. You look really convincing. Sound it too. My friends certainly didn't notice." "So how did you?" I was almost pleading - and conscious of the tears that were all too ready to flow. Justin turned his palms upward. "Can't say exactly. It's not any one thing. And it's certainly not your fault, you're ... amazing. But I think I can explain why I might recognise someone your age dressed as a girl." He took a deep breath. "But it's not something I've ever talked about." I reached a hand out and put it on his, marvelling once again at how small and feminine mine looked in comparison. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," I said huskily - hoping like mad of course that he would. He shrugged. "No, you deserve to know. I think I mentioned I was at boarding school? Well, there was this ... tradition I suppose. A few times a year the prefects would select some of the younger boys to be their girlfriends. Basically, whoever was chosen had to dress and act as a girl for a whole weekend. Anyone who was bad at it tended to get punished - you know, beaten. But those who were good got .. rewarded. Kind of." He looked very uncomfortable while saying this, but I couldn't help asking. "So you were ... one of the prefects?" "Oh no," he exclaimed. "Or I mean, yes, I ended up being a prefect, but the teachers had found out about it by then and put a stop to the practice." He gave a grimace. "There was talk that at least one of the teachers had been in on the act, but I don't know whether that was actually true." Justin sighed, then continued. "But when I was younger ... I was one of the girlfriends." He noticed the sceptical look on my face and gave a faint smile. "No, really! I was a lot smaller then - had a growth spurt a couple of years ago. And I ... well, I actually looked pretty convincing as a girl. Which was why I always got chosen by the head prefect. So you see, when I look at you, I'm kind of seeing a younger version of myself from those days. Though I was never so pretty, to be honest." I was shocked - but also touched that he'd been willing to share this with me. "So you didn't enjoy being a girl then?" I asked softly. He shook his head ruefully. "Not at all. It was ... humiliating. I've certainly never done it since." He gave me a crooked smile. "But I gather you enjoy it? Or at least, I'm assuming you do. I mean, going out in public ..." I returned the smile. "I love it. But it's also terrifying. I've been doing it now for quite a while, but I still worry about being recognised. So when you said you knew I wasn't a real girl, that was pretty devastating." I gave his hand a squeeze. "Thanks though for being so nice about it." I released his hand and stood up. "And I'm sorry for not being, you know, the real thing." Justin looked up at me, his expression perplexed. "Who said I wanted the real thing?" Now it was my turn to look bewildered. "I don't understand." He snorted. "Alannah, haven't you been listening? You asked why I would pick you out, what made you special. Well, I've told you. I knew what you were, see?" "But you told me you didn't enjoy dressing up as a girl!" "That's right - I didn't. But that doesn't mean I can't be attracted to someone else who does!" He rose from his chair and came over to stand by me. "Look, I'm sorry, I'm not explaining myself properly. You said earlier, and I quote, I could have any girl I wanted. Well, the thing is, I don't. Want girls, I mean." I stared at him. "You mean ... you're gay?" He nodded. "Do your friends know?" "A few. But most don't - my housemates, for instance. It's not something I want to parade - don't ask me why, I guess I'm just a bit of a coward. And I haven't found anyone I want to be in a relationship with, so it's been easy enough to hide. I make a bit of play at getting girls, then find ways to fail. It gives my mates a laugh." The rueful smile was back. "But ... you're attracted to me?" I was trying not to sound too excited by what I was hearing, but it was getting more difficult by the minute. "Oh yes. I didn't know why at first, but then ... I kind of worked it out. But listen, please don't get me wrong. It's not that I'm into ... what's the term? Crossdressers, right? You're the first one I've spoken to ... that I know of, anyway. It's never occurred to me to be interested in a boy that dresses as a girl. All I know is that I saw you in the pub that time and ... I wanted to get to know you. And now we've had this evening, and for whatever reason ..." I held my breath. Please just say it, I thought. Please. "I really want you." He had what was almost an embarrassed smile on his face as he said the words I had desperately wanted to hear. I stepped forward, so close that I was almost touching him and tilted my face up to his. "So have me," I breathed. As Justin's arms enveloped me and his mouth came down on mine, I felt a surge of both joy and anxiety. I had so badly wanted him to kiss me and feel his strong arms around me. And yet I still wasn't quite sure where this was going to take me. With Kevin, at the party, I had taken control. This was more like a submission. And yet, I realised, that was exactly what I wanted. To submit to this gorgeous young man, to be taken by him ... whatever that might mean. So I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the taste of his warm lips, to the unfamiliar rasp of his stubble against my cheeks, and to the caress of his hands through the thin material of my top. After a while we drew back and took stock of one another. He had a dopey grin on his face that I suspected strongly mirrored my own. Without a word, he extended a hand and led me out of the kitchen and up a flight of stairs. They creaked as they went but we trod lightly, trying not to wake or alert any of the other occupants. We entered a sizeable bedroom. Justin turned on a bedside lamp with a low wattage light that left most of the room in shadow, then closed the door. We fell upon one another again, exchanging passionate kisses. As I stretched upwards on tiptoes, I felt his hands ride down my back and grab my bottom, pulling me against him. And I felt it against my belly, the throbbing lump in his pants. Just as I could feel my own growing hardness, locked away inside my panties. That was when I was sure that I wanted him - even if I still didn't quite know what to do next, or how far to take my desire. Justin must have somehow sensed my indecision, or perhaps he was just uncertain himself. Breaking our embrace, he cupped his hands around my face and looked down at me intently. "Have you done this before?" he asked softly. "With a boy, I mean?" I smiled, as much from relief as anything that he would bother to ask. "I've kissed a boy before," I answered. Then I brought a hand up and rested it on the front of his pants, feeling what was hidden inside quiver. "And I've handled one of these before." Two actually, a voice in my head said faintly, but I didn't think this was the time for semantics. "Handled?" inquired Justin archly. "Yes, handled," I said with a nod, trying to keep a straight face. "You know, handled vigorously." I couldn't help but giggle, which prompted Justin to laugh as well. "But I haven't done any more than that," I finished. "But you'd like to?" he asked, the grin fading. I nodded, and gave his package a squeeze. "Mmmm," he said appreciatively. "Well let's start by getting rid of some of these clothes, okay?" I lifted up my arms in response and he pulled the woollen top over my head, exposing the training bra underneath. He fumbled with the catches, but couldn't seem to undo them. I laughed and reached up again to kiss him. "Yes, I can see you're not in practice with the ladies." "Fair comment," he allowed with a rueful grin. "Maybe you could do that?" He started unbuttoning his own shirt, as I took off the bra and then for good measure unzipped my skirt, allowing it to fall to the ground and stepping out of it. I sat down on the bed and pulled off my boots one by one, then rose to my feet, clad now only in my purple hose and the pink cotton panties underneath. "I want to leave these on," I said. Answering the question in his expression, I added, "They make me feel ... more like a girl, okay?" "Of course," he said, nodding emphatically. I watched him in fascination as he removed the last of his clothes. As he pulled down his y-fronts, his hard cock sprang free and I gave a gasp of wonder. It was far bigger than mine, both in length and girth. And there was no foreskin, so that the bulbous purple head was in full view. I had occasionally seen circumcised penises in the changerooms at school - but never erect, and on nothing like this scale. A vision came into my head unbidden of kneeling in front of Justin and taking him into my mouth. And as so often in the last few months, there was that strange disconnect, between the certain knowledge that where Alan would have been revolted by the very thought, Alannah was excited ... That excitement, of course, was not just imagined. There was tangible evidence, and I carefully drew it now out of my panties, pulling both them and the tights down far enough so that they were stretched taut underneath my balls. Justin held out his hand. I took it and he led me to the bed. We lay down beside one another and flowed into each other's arms, our bodies entwining. Justin's skin was soft and smooth, covered by a light pelt of hair that I stroked as we kissed. But most of my attention was on our groins, as I sampled for the first time the astonishing sensation of one erect cock rubbing against another. I was excited now beyond belief, so hard it hurt. And yet there were more levels of arousal to find, as I discovered when Justin began kissing and nuzzling my neck and then working down to my chest, while using a hand to squeeze and caress my cock. With a sigh I sank back and allowed him to work his magic on me. He was covering my torso with kisses and as his mouth found my hard little nipples I gasped and moaned. But he was still in transit, edging his way to my groin while his hand alternately fondled my rigid organ and stroked the suddenly taut skin covering my balls. He spent what seemed like an age kissing my belly, until I felt his tongue working my way around the base of my shaft. I was moaning almost continually now, willing him to take me in his mouth, my hands gripping the pillow either side of my head. He looked up at me and the smile lit up his handsome face even in the dim glow of the lamp. "You have such a beautiful body, Alannah. And this" - he indicated my rock hard cock -, "is beautiful too. May I?" He didn't need to ask permission, but even so I felt a surge of affection for this gorgeous man. "Oh god yes," I moaned. "Only ..." He looked at me steadily, somehow unruffled despite the lust and passion he was conveying with every muscle and gesture. "Only?" "Only," I finished, "I don't think I can last very long?" His grin was fierce. "That's okay," he said, "I don't think I can wait to taste you!" And without further ado he opened his mouth and engulfed me. It was exquisite. Perhaps not quite as thrilling as that first feel of being inside Shauna's tight wet cunt - but a pretty close second. If anything though, I was more excited now than when I'd fucked my goddess, or when she and Tessa had given me a blowjob. For all their attractions, neither had worked so skilfully with their hands and mouth to inflame my body as Justin had done. He had already brought me to the brink of ecstasy and now all that I wanted was for him to take me over the edge. It took him less than a minute of using his hot mouth before I was arching my back and erupting like a geyser, crying out as I did so. Without consciously meaning to I thrust my hips up with every spurt. Yet far from recoiling he left his mouth where it was, so that it almost felt like I was pushing my cock down his throat. After my final salvo, I relaxed my taut body with a groan. But Justin hadn't finished his work. I watched in fascination as he continued to lick and slurp at my cock, squeezing the head with his lips to elicit every last gob of spunk and ensuring that not a drop was wasted. "Wow!" I said admiringly, as I recovered from the shattering orgasm,. "Are you just being neat and tidy, or do you really like the taste of cum?" He finished cleaning me and looked up with a broad grin. "Love it," he said, his voice slightly indistinct because of the volume of liquid he was evidently holding in his mouth. He made a point of swallowing, then licked his lips with relish. "There was a lot that went on at school that I didn't like. But cocksucking was definitely not one of them." He arched his eyebrows at me. "Want to taste yourself? I saved you some just in case ..." "Ooh, yes please," I said and sat up. We kissed tenderly and I felt him transfer what was left of my climax into my mouth. There was something profoundly erotic in the creamy exchange. But it also reminded me of what was missing. I swallowed what was left of my cum and then breathed into his ear, "How about I taste you now?" Without waiting for an answer, I pushed him back on the bed, then made a beeline for his erection. I hesitated, then took a leaf out of Justin's book by kissing his hard belly, his inner thighs, his ballsack ... anywhere except the shaft itself, which I occasionally jerked with my hand to ensure it remained nice and hard. From the groans I was hearing, I seemed to be doing a good job. Eventually, I started running my tongue up and down each side of the shaft, and then around the rim of his glans - and giggled as I remembered how Shauna had once described this to Tessa. "What's so funny?" he inquired. "Oh nothing," I said playfully, lapsing into my very best little girl voice. "Just enjoying a lick of my yummy lollipop!" His chortle turned into a moan as I began lapping away at the swollen head, using the tip of my tongue to probe the little slit at the tip from which I hoped to extract his juices. It was already oozing with precum and I savoured the sweet taste. As I gently started to wrap my lips around the top of his beautiful big cock, I realised that my hand was between my legs and stroking my own appendage, which was already hard again. Justin noticed the same thing. "Wait," he said, "I have an idea." He got me to straddle his prone body, but facing away from him so that my bottom pointed towards his face. For one moment I thought he was going to lick my ass - something I wasn't entirely sure I was ready to try. Not yet anyway. But by pulling down my panties and tights a little - I wasn't going to worry about them tearing, not in my current state of excitement - he was able to pull my erection back between my legs. We shuffled around until we could each reach the other's cock with our mouth. "Oh my god," I said in a tone of wonder. "Are we doing what I think we're doing?" "Yes, it's a sixty-nine - my favourite," replied Justin happily. "Now, enough talking, more sucking!" The instruction was clear enough and I bent to my task. I had to open my mouth surprisingly wide to accommodate the head of his thick organ. And once it was inside I couldn't take much of it. But I did my best to copy what I had seen both he and Shauna do, making a circle with my lips and applying as much suction as I could. I found that I could also use my tongue for additional stimulation. It was difficult to concentrate, especially with what he was doing to me at the same time. Where I could only manage a couple of inches, Justin seemed to able to take my entire length, so much so that I felt his lips touching my belly. But I did my best to fall into a rhythm with my cocksucking - and just the very idea that this is what I was doing added to my enjoyment. So too did the feel of his strong hands gripping and stroking my nylon-clad legs. I started to feel another climax approaching and, desperate to reciprocate, redoubled my efforts. As I grew used to the feeling of having his throbbing meat in my mouth, I found I was able to get more and more of it inside, so that the head started to push down into my gullet. With one stroke I went a little too far, and started to gag, but I willed myself to keep going. I was rewarded by feeling his body tense up, as I was doing too. I wanted to tell him that I was going to come, but I was so eager to deliver his orgasm first that I couldn't spare the time to call out. My head was going like a jackhammer now and I grabbed his shaft to hold it in place as I continued my assault. And then, miraculously, I received my reward. His cock spat once, twice and then again and again, filling my mouth with his precious cream. From behind me I heard him moan and yell incoherently, unable to articulate because of the rigid flesh between his lips. And I was moaning too, not just from my own arousal but from the excitement of bringing this beautiful man to an orgasm. And what an orgasm it was, a veritable torrent of cum. Much of it went straight down my throat, but even so there was enough to spill out of my mouth. So overwhelmed was I by what I'd done that I barely realised Justin had resumed his fellatio. Until suddenly it was my turn to ejaculate into his willing orifice. Releasing his dripping cock, I cried out in ecstasy, uncaring who else on the house might hear, wanting only to express the joy and wonder of what we had just done to another. As my ragged breathing started to slow, I used my eager tongue to lick up the gobs of spunk that were either still oozing from his cock or that I had allowed to escape. When we had each cleaned one another, we lay down to recover and kissed some more, our juices mingling as we languidly used our tongues to explore each other's cum-coated mouths. Justin gave a long, shuddering sigh, as I lay my head on his broad chest. "I can't remember the last time I came that much ... I'm surprised you didn't drown!" I giggled. "I can't think of a better to way to go - drowning in cum! Especially your cum ..." I twisted my head to look up at him. "Thank you, that was. ... amazing." "You're welcome darling," he murmured. My eyes welled with tears as he called me that - but they were tears of pure joy. I felt rather than saw him twist his head to look at the bedside clock. "I don't suppose you could give the night bus a miss and ... stay over?" he asked hopefully. My answer was to cuddle in even closer against him. "Try getting rid of me," I said firmly, and closed my eyes ... To be continued