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It was nearly 10:30 p.m. when Gina said she was glad that I helped her decide to make an exception. We had an hour and fifteen minutes before the light over the barn door would come on and we would look for her panties.
I felt her press her crotch against my erection. "Sammy, let's make an exception," she said.
I sat up and removed my jacket, placing it on the front seat. Gina sat up too. "Unzip my pants," I said and she complied with my request, pulling my cock out without being coaxed. I pushed her head down but she resisted.
"Don't make me Sammy. Let me do it with my hand," she said, pleading.
"Gina, I would never make a girl do something she didn't want to do. But not with your hand, it might make a mess on your dad's upholstery."
"I've never done it that way before," she said, still holding my cock in her hand, watching me for a sign of approval.
"Make an exception," I urged.
"You'll have to tell me what to do," she said, gripping my cock tightly like a piece of crystal she might drop.
"Just lick it and make it feel good," I said, pushing her head downward again. She didn't resist this time and I stopped pushing, letting her move at her own speed. She licked tentatively and I made an appreciative sound to encourage her to continue. "That feels good," I said as she took the head of my cock between her lips. She never took more than two inches into her mouth and she never sucked very hard, nor did she bob her head. But the mere thought of her wanting to please me surprised both of us when I came in long spurts that reached the back of her throat before I could warn her it was going to happen.
Gina pulled away in shock, letting some of my cum fall on my pants and the floorboard. "There's a tissue in my purse," she said and I leaned over the seat to retrieve it for her. She wiped her lips, her hands and tried to clean my pants before I stopped her. We disposed of the tissue in a baggy I had brought for the purpose of discarding condoms later.
"That was fantastic," I praised her efforts. The clock on the dashboard read 10:55. Only fifty minutes, I thought but didn't say anything that might destroy the mood.
"Was it? Was it okay?"
"Yes, it was. Now let me make you feel good," I said, pushing her onto her back. Gina opened her legs and moaned as I kissed the length of her thighs, the aroma of arousal flooding my nostrils. "This is exceptional," was the only thing she was able to say before I began working on her pussy lips, licking in long strokes, increasing the depth of my tongue with each stroke and being rewarded with Gina speaking gibberish.
Of my past lovers Alice was the most explicit. She told me what she liked throughout oral sex and we often had a review session during recovery. Remembering that Alice liked for me to pull her pussy lip back and release it, I tried that with Gina, noting that Gina's lips were harder to hold between my lips because they were fatter and more slippery than Alice's. Gina became untamed, pushing her cunt upward, grunting and holding my head in place while I tried to get a firm grip on the other lip so I could do it again. Jessica had been appreciative, enthusiastically shouting her praise for my efforts. But Gina expressed her tribute in actions, not words, nearly strangling me in the process.
I avoided contact with her clitoris until I had wrung all of the juices out of her. The moment I touched it Gina's body froze, shook and froze again, too weak to push me away or utter a single word. She was still whimpering when I reached over the seat to find a condom in my jacket pocket and check the time; we had thirty-five minutes until the light would come on.
Gina stirred as I rolled a condom onto my cock, making sure I pocketed the wrapper it came in. "Are we going to make another exception?" She asked lazily.
"Only if you want to," I said, giving her the option of backing out if that's what she wanted but knowing that was unlikely.
"Suck my breasts for a minute first, will you please?" She asked, beginning to unbutton her shirt. I helped her with the buttons. She found the catch to her bra strap. "Oh Sammy," she said when I took a nipple into my mouth and feasted on her breasts for two full minutes before she pushed my head away.
"Thank you, let's make an exception now," she said and I obliged her. We fucked until the light came on, Gina telling me how exceptional it was for her each time another orgasm struck her. When the light came on I gave up and pulled out of her, still hard. Gina offered to suck it out of me but I graciously told her it wasn't necessary, telling her it was a generous gesture. Actually, I didn't think she knew how.
We drove directly to her house so we could make sure she got home on time. "I'll be better next time, honest Sammy, I will," she said as we approached her house.
"You were fine. It was me," I said.
"If you hadn't taken so long with the interview we would have had more time. I'll make sure we have more time next Saturday night," she said.
The porch light was on at the Avella house but I didn't think her parents were watching as I kissed her goodnight. I was hoping they were already in bed because the whole back of her skirt was wet
"Can I have your jacket?" She asked.
"It won't cover the wet spot on your skirt," I warned her.
"I know. I just want it," she said and I gave it to her, knowing it would be chilly running home.
I spoke to Mr. Oldham and Suzanne the next morning, bringing them up to date on my activities, the football game on Friday night, tennis with Trisha, my meeting with Judge Clausen, my date with Gina and my plans for the day, golf with Mr. Avella, playing catch with Danny and dinner with Miss Baker and her boyfriend. Mr. Oldham wanted to know about my meeting with Judge Clausen and I told him everything except the Judge's question about wanting to know my thoughts on Mr. Oldham and Suzanne getting married.
Suzanne took the phone and asked about my date with Gina. I laughed and told her it was like dating the whole family. "They all want a piece of me," I said. "I hope you're giving as good as you get," she said. I assured her I was.
My mother must have heard me laughing while talking to Suzanne. "Did you have a good time last night?" She asked. I was putting on a colorful windbreaker, which I was wearing to impress Mr. Avella's friends.
"I had a great time," I said, thinking of meeting Greg Dustin and how relaxed he made me feel.
"They're here," my mother said when she saw the Lincoln stop in front of our house. "Aren't you going to take your golf clubs?"
"They're still in his trunk from last week," I said, giving her a peck on the forehead as I rushed out the door.
By 'they're here, ' she was referring to the whole family. I got in the backseat next to Gina. She was wearing a jump suit with short pants and knee socks. She was also wearing my jacket, which was two sizes too large for her. Danny sat on the other side of his sister and their mother turned to greet me. Mr. Avella gave me a stern non-smiling look as he floored the accelerator.
Gina snuggled up to me but otherwise her demeanor was dour. I wondered what had happened to change Mr. Avella's attitude toward me. Had he seen the back of Gina's skirt when she came in? Had Gina been forced to admit that we left the party early? And then I looked down and spotted it. I tried to call Gina's attention to the splotch of cum on the floorboard but she was concentrating on something and wouldn't look at me. Had Mr. Avella seen the glob of dried cum that was glaring up at me like a one-eyed monster?
I didn't get a chance to talk to Gina until after lunch. We walked to the car ahead of her parents with Danny tagging along. "Danny, give us some space. Sammy and I need to talk privately," Gina said to her brother. He looked at me and I winked at him to let him know it my desire to speak with his sister.
"What's going on?" I asked when Danny hung back and let us walk ahead.
"He was admiring your jacket. Why didn't you tell me there was a rubber in one of the pockets?" She asked, accusingly.
So that was it, the reason Mr. Avella had treated me either like a step-child or was bragging to his friends about my play on the football field. "I hope you get to see my daughter's boyfriend play. He has good football instincts and he's hard as a rock. Feel his biceps," he told his friends before we started the round. During play he congratulated me on every putt I made and called me his partner but when we were out of earshot of the others he ignored me, withholding his advice when I sought it.
"So that's it. He found a rubber and he thinks we fucked," I said absentmindedly. "Did he find the other one in the secret pocket?"
"What secret pocket?" Gina asked and I showed her the flap that covered the entrance to a pocket where the third rubber was hidden. She giggled and said her father had been so upset when he found the first one that he threw the jacket at her without inspecting it for more contraband.
"Do you think he plans to confront me about it?" I asked.
"I don't know. He may not say anything. He probably thinks we're fucking but doesn't want to know for sure," she said thoughtfully.
"He didn't say anything to your mother, did he?" If Mrs. Avella knew anything or even suspecting that Gina was having sex with me she wasn't letting on.
"I don't think he will say anything to her. He doesn't want a replay of last year."
"What happened last year?"
"When they found out about Kelly and I my mother was the one that insisted he ground me. My dad refused to do it until football season was over and then it was only for two weeks. Once I went back with Kelly they both turned a deaf ear."
"It sounds like we're safe until football season is over. All I have to do is play football and golf with him," I said.
Gina nodded her head thoughtfully. "Going out will become increasingly difficult but as long as we can keep mom in the dark about what we're doing we'll be okay. She likes you because you're a sophomore and it's beyond her thinking that you have already gotten in my panties, twice. I don't think he'll let us use the Lincoln again though."
"Why? Did he find cum?" I asked, thinking of how long and comfortable the back seat of the Lincoln was. How would we be able to 'do it' in the Pinto? How I missed the cottages across the street from the Oldham house.
"What cum!" She almost shouted, telling me her father had not seen it.
Gina exploded in laughter with I pointed out the stain to her. Danny looked confused and her mother turned in her seat to inquire what struck Gina so funny.
Gina fumbled for something to tell her mother. "It was just something that happened at the party last night," she said.
"Was it a nice party?" Mrs. Avella asked, looking directly at me.
"It was different than anything I've seen before. The house is magnificent. But I didn't know very many of the kids," I said, thinking I had covered all the essentials Gina's mother would want to know.
"Greg Dustin monopolized him. He took Sammy off someplace and I didn't see him for an hour. He's doing an article on you or something isn't he?" Gina asked, turning to me, neglecting to inform her parents that she had sat on my lap and moved my hand over her bare thigh while Greg and I talked.
But I think Gina knew what she was doing. By mentioning Greg Dustin's name she had hit her father's weak spot. He turned and repeated words that piqued his interest. "Greg Dustin... article... Sammy?"
Since Mr. Avella was looking directly at me I felt obliged to answer. "Yes, he's very easy to talk to. The time went by so fast I guess we talked for about an hour."
"Greg Dustin... an hour?" Mr. Avella repeated and not knowing what else to say, I nodded.
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