'Who the hell are you?' he demanded. Nickie was only partially awake, but the sound of his voice penetrated to her consciousness and her eyes opened.
Wide.
'Wha-' she began, stammering, and then shut her mouth. She was bright and understood the look on his face-and the obvious bulge in his Jean cut-offs-very well. 'Bob,' she stated flatly.
'Yeah, but who the hell are you? What are you doing here? And how do you know my name?'
'I'm Nickie,' she said. 'Lisa's cousin. I'm staying here for a few days. And we met last night.'
His eyes went wide with recognition. 'Oh, yeah, I remember,' he said. 'You were the girl with Suzanne last night.' He remembered his hands, freely fondling her pliant, agreeable form only moments before. One hand still lingered intimately on her breast. Flushing, he snatched them away.
'I'm-uh-really sorry about uh-' he kept shifting his weight around, then stood, uncomfortable, his eyes flickering uncontrollably to the dampness of the sheet where it had been soaked by her amused secretions, to the soft, mounded protuberances of her breasts beneath the sheets, to the creamy, bare expanse of obviously naked shoulders and upper chest She made no move to pull the sheet back up or other-wise cover herself.
Her hand moved and caught at his. 'Don't go,' she said, coyly. 'Not now.'
He gave her a questioning look, a look that then became one of disbelief, then one of suspicion-and underneath it all, the unmistakable look of lust and want. 'Did you and Lisa plan this?' he demanded, his unexpectedly throaty voice, making the words sound more harsh than they were intended to be.
'No,' she said, the smile becoming one of almost outright invitation. 'But it's sort of a good idea, don't you think-?' She brought his hand firmly to her breast, pressing his fingers down so he couldn't escape the yielding softness of those lovely young tits.
'They're not as big as Lisa's,' she murmured, 'but they're just as nice. Don't you think so?'
He nodded, throat-tight, mouth dry… Somehow, he just could not bring himself to stop the automatic, almost reflexive fondling movements of his fingers as they caressed and squeezed, savored and enjoyed her budding young breasts.
'I like that,' Nickie whispered. 'It feels sooo nice.' The stiffening of her little nipples, the swelling of her breasts, the heaving of her chest in deep, lingering breaths, all confirmed her words.
Her hand moved, coming to rest on Bob's thigh. He was an athlete, in marvelous condition, and his legs were strongly thewed. Her hand slid slowly higher till it encountered the thick bulge of his penis, swollen and throbbing beneath the tight material of his cut-offs, measuring it as her fingers continued their journey to his bulging crotch.
'Its really not fair, you know,' she complained.
He froze. Now what? 'Wh-what isn't fair?'
She sighed, the movement pressing her breast up to him, bringing the sheet lower so that the smooth, upper swell of her other breast became visible almost to her nipple. 'Well,' she began, 'here I am, lying in the bed without any clothes on at all, while you're sitting there all dressed up. I think if I'm going to be naked, it's only fair that you should be naked, too.' Playfully, she tugged at his sleeveless sweatshirt.
Bob immediately began to feel more at ease. With an easy, confident smile, he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, revealing his broad, strong shoulders, powerful arms, wide, heavily muscled chest. He tossed it to the floor at the side of the bed.
Nickie reached forward, oblivious to the slipping away of the sheet and that her breasts were revealed to him in all their crimson-tipped, pale, ivory glory. Her fingers worked at the snap fastening the waistband of his shorts. Smoothly, Bob brushed her fingers away and lifted his hips to strip them off.
He was naked underneath.
With a practiced kick, his sandals raced through the air and landed on the floor at the other side of the mom. Then he turned and faced her.
'That better?' he asked, his voice taunting, as he noted the way Nickie's eyes fastened on to his hard, thick cock. It was swollen and the head was purplish, standing straight up out of his pubic hair like a strong tree rising from undergrowth in the forest.
'Uuuumm, yes,' she said softly, placing her hand on his chest. She ran her fingers through the dark hairs there.
Nickie was effectively masking the terrific thrills of sexual excitement coursing through her slim frame-she was afraid to let Bob see just how turned on she was, afraid of how he might take advantage of her nubile excitement.
His dick was so big! she thought, wondering if she could encompass that enormous thickness in her little, nearly virgin slit.
Bob bent, letting his strong arms take his weight, then lowered himself. His lips found her breasts, his tongue flickering at the pale flesh. He traced with his lips the line of demarcation where her skimpy bathing suits and sunsuits had barred the sun's rays, following it to her slender shoulders. He gently kissed the hollow of her collarbone.
He moved his head and his mouth was on her breasts again. He found first one nipple, then the other, sucking at the hard little points, taking first one, then the other thrusting, turgid little bud between his teeth to carefully nick them and whiplash them with his tongue.
All the time, his hands were moving, caressing and learning her body, moving up and down her sides, finding the marvelously slim waist; traversing the slender girlish hips, enumerating her ribs, grasping for a moment her frail-seeming shoulders, only to resume other explorations a moment later.
Nickie writhed beneath his ministrations. She realized with a start that her overflowing juices were drenching the sheets that still covered her from her pubis to her toes.
'You look hot,' Bob said, grinning lasciviously at his pun. 'Better get these hot sheets off you.' With one powerful movement of his arm, the sheets were flung across the room, puddling in a negligent heap on the floor.
'What have we here?' he said, looking pointedly between her legs. His hand moved to her unstretched little cunt lips. Next he began running one finger lightly up and down between the swollen labia, the pad of his finger brushing her hardened little clitoris.
Nickie gasped, her legs spreading almost involuntarily farther apart to give him still more access to her charming little grotto.
Carefully, he worked one thick finger into her cunt. Nickie's vaginal muscles tightened immediately on the intruder and it seemed to her that as she watched through excitement-binned eyes, his cock grew still more rigid and swollen.
Bob was mentally anticipating and savoring the sensations he'd enjoy when his prick was sheathed in that tiny, constricted slot. He groaned at the idea of his dick being crammed into her even as he began moving his head down onto her taut form again.
His lips moved lower on her, just as Suzanne's had the previous afternoon on that very same bed. Her moans became louder, her breathing quickened, her legs went still farther apart as his mouth worked down into the silky, tenuous blonde fuzz surrounding her vulva and his lips found her clitoris.
He took the delightful nubbin between his lips, rolling and sucking at it, an action that had a tremulous effect on her. Nickie arched her hips, thrusting her loins up at him, as Bob whiplashed her little pink clit with his tongue. It felt to Nickie as if she were being caressed with fire.
Letting himself down so that his face was pressed even more strongly into her cunt lips, thrusting his free hand underneath her to cup her ass cheeks. The pert, firm mounds of flesh clenched and unclenched, tensed and relaxed, moved in his fingers like live animals in response to the movements of his tongue on her sensitive little bud. He twisted his band over beneath her so that the thick thumb could work between the swollen, blood-gorged lips of her cunt. Furiously, Nickie dug her heels into the mattress, jerking her hips upward to absorb the invading digit.
Bob, fully in control and confident of his power, moved his thumb in and out, in and out, imitating the movements that he meant his thick prick to make within that same honey hole in just a few minutes.
Whew! Is she ever tight! he thought elatedly, savoring the anticipation of insertion. She was just about ready, in his surprisingly experienced judgment.
'Oh, gawd, I want you!' she hissed. 'I want your prick in my cunt now! I can't wait-please-please put it into me
