muscles of her ass seemed to intensify the rubbing friction that Gil was bringing to her tender clit nub. He knew just where to touch her alright! It made those shivery, radiant thrills go through her like tiny knives. It was kind of like what she'd felt that morning. Only better. Lots better. And getting better all the time.
'Annie, I want to come see you this weekend.'
'Nhhhaaa,' she gasped, unable to consider something so full of difficulty. She only wanted to experience the present moment to its fullest. Her body was going wild with the itchy pleasure. She felt she was flying away on a cloud. Flying away to paradise.
'Anni…'
'Ohhh Gil, ohhhhh darling!' She put her lips up again and he kissed her and she pumped her slim hips more frantically than ever. The slick juices from her cunt were mating things very wet down between her thighs. And a pungent, perfumey musk seemed to fill the air around them. Annie had forgotten all her hang-ups, all her shyness. She was being pulled along by the ravenous fires that burned within her. She could only concentrate on capturing that acute moment of ecstasy that Gil was leading her toward. She was free of all embarrassment and modesty now. Her willowy legs were planted wide as she gave Gil room to work his fingers under the slick nylon panty crotch. He gouged and petted her. He dug at the tender pink folds. He got her clit between thumb and finger and rolled it gingerly until she thought that her body might burst into flames.
'Yeah Annie,' he whispered against her ear, 'you're gonna come. Just keep working at it… working at it.'
'Whhhhuuuhhh! Ohhh Gil!' She felt the teasing ecstasy as the spasms started. Her bottom plunged and danced. Her breath came in wild gasps like some animal caught in a thicket. She drooled against the shoulder of Gil's coat as his fingers enticed the licking flames of pleasure to the surface and then pushed her over the brink. 'Yuuuuhhhnnn,' she cried. 'Ohhhhhh slut!'
Gil caught her as she sagged and almost went down. He continued to finger her feverish pussy as he leaned her back onto the ping-pong table. She lay across it, legs dangling as he pushed her white dress up and kept feeling her. The glorious convulsions made her writhe and buck, her ass bouncing on the hard surface. She could hear his fingers plying the slickened folds of her cunt and didn't care what he thought of her. The pleasure was too intense, too fantastic to ignore. When at last he eased his fingers out of her panties, she looked up at him with her big green eyes.
'Oh Gil, you must think I'm awful.'
'I think you're wonderful.' He put his cunt slickened fingers to his nose and drew in a breath. Then he smiled as if he'd inhaled the perfume of the angels. When he put the fingers in his mouth, Annie turned away with a blush.
'I'm weak as a kitten,' she whimpered, trying to get up from the table. Gil helped her. There was the sound of feet pounding down the stairs. A boy yelped and bounded into the room. He gave Gil and Annie a quick look and headed for the Coke machine.
'Please Gil, help me upstairs. I don't think I can walk by myself.' As she leaned against the curved support of his arm and started up out of the basement he continued to whisper to her.
'Your skin is so white. I'll bet it's white all over like that.'
'I hope I'm not polka-dotted,' she said, trying to laugh. She was dizzy. And a pleasant throb came from the depths of her pussy. She hoped no one could smell her. Gil had really stirred her juices up.
She stopped before they got to the landing and made him let go of her waist.
'Maybe we'd better go up separately.'
'I'm not ashamed of being with you,' Gil said. 'I'm not sorry for what we did.'
'It's not that and you know it. I just don't want any rumors getting back to my dad. If he knew I'd so much as held hands with a boy he'd bit the roof.'
'When can I see you Annie?' Gil held her hand tightly, his eyes warm and full as he searched her face for the answer he wanted.
'I… I can't promise anything. I've got to work in the store next week.'
'I'll come in and see you.'
'Not while my dad is there!' she hissed. 'You'd only make it hard for me Gil. Please don't come while Daddy's there.' He leaned forward to brush her lips with his. The touch seemed to start up her fires again and she had to push him away. But her eyes were soft, yielding. She smiled and squeezed his hand. 'I won't forget what happened just now.'
'Oh God Annie, I'm half crazy just thinking about it.' Gil tried to kiss her again but she turned and hurried up the steps to the lobby of the church. Outside her mother was talking to a friend. Annie went over to her.
'Thanks for waiting, Mom, I was playing ping-pong in the basement.' The lie made her ears burn but her mother didn't question it at all. Annie saw her older sister standing alone by a tree. When Brenda looked at her she felt as if her sister saw exactly what had happened with Gil in the basement. But how could that be? She was just feeling guilty about it, that was all. Brenda smiled at her then and Annie turned away. God, maybe she did know! A sweat broke out on Annie's face. She felt a little sick. Would Brenda say anything to Dad? They were so tight with each other. Because Brenda had always gone along with father's restrictions. She'd never dated, never done anything to her looks to entice male admirers. Brenda was twenty-one now and had no boyfriends, no proposals for marriage, nothing.
When they got in the car Annie felt so odd. And Brenda kept looking at her. Not in a mean way really. Just curiously. Brenda looked so much older than she really was. Annie felt it was like having a prudish old aunt around instead of a sister. Brenda always put her blond hair up in a bun and never used any makeup. But then their mother disapproved of makeup. Annie cheated a little by putting the stuff on after she'd left the house.
'Nice service today,' Annie said to her sister, hoping to break the strange mood she felt between them.
'It was boring as usual,' Brenda said. Her eyes danced for a moment. Their mother was busy pulling out from the curb and hadn't heard. Annie didn't say anything else on the way home. But she was thinking plenty. Thinking about Gil Blake and how wonderful his hands had felt touching and loving her.
CHAPTER TWO
'You work so hard during the week,' her father said, 'that I certainly don't expect you to put in Sundays too.' He dug the key to the store from his pocket and held it out. Brenda took it.
'There's some bookkeeping that needs catching up on,' she said. 'I don't mind really. I kind of enjoy it.' She might have blushed a little from the lie she was telling but her father didn't notice. Brenda went out of the house, her heart pounding faster already. She looked forward to these Sundays she spent at the antique store her father ran. She had the place to herself. Her imagination could run free. And it always did.
Her hands were sweaty on the steering wheel as she drove the few dozen blocks to the part of town where her father's store had been located for the past ten years. He did a good business with the richer folks and a fast turnover of smaller items that the college crowd picked up on. Brenda parked and let herself in. With the light coming through the drawn shades, the store had a musty, mysterious feel to it. Brenda made a few adjustments at the desk in back so that it would appear she was actually working on the books. That was in case her father dropped in. He never did. But she trusted him no further than she could throw an antique bed.
With those details taken care of Brenda went to an old wind-up victrola and put on a scratchy record of a jazz band orchestra of the twenties. As the jumping rhythm came from the horn-shaped speaker, she began to do a slow dance in front of the biggest mirror in the store. She let her loose-fitting jeans slip down first, stepping out of them in time to the music. Then she unbuttoned her old shirt and tossed it away too. Her full breasts bounced in the cups of her bra. Tilting her hips one way and then the other, she hooked thumbs in the elastic of her panties and began to peel them down.
Now the feeling started. That buzzing, dazzling feeling that made her short of breath. And remembering what she'd seen in the basement of the church that morning seemed to intensify the sensations. Her young sister hadn't heard her creeping downstairs after them. Nor had Gil. They'd been too wound up in what they were doing. The thought of how that boy's hand had looked as it'd disappeared under Annie's white dress made Brenda tremble. No boy had ever touched her like that.
She swayed before the mirror, enjoying her reflection more than usual for some reason. Her panties made a
