tautness of the crown. Her saliva washed freely over the organ and down the cock shaft, wetting her fingers and drooling onto his loaded balls.
Her siphoning was silent and possessive, drawing and sucking with a fierce intensity that gave Bryan terror, then hope, that she was going to engulf the whole of his sex assembly. He fought to stay motionless as his orgasm grabbed. Bless the distance between his seat and the nearest of his teammates!
His ejaculation leaped in frenzy and at the first drops Pammy gave a little gasp and spat the discharging prick from her lips.
'Ohhhh, nice!' Her hanky covered his spewing cock, catching his spraying semen as she masturbated him furiously to bring out the full load of come.
'Geez… thanks!' A changed Bryan, face glowing happily in the shadows, turned toward his temptress and pawed eagerly under her mini. 'My turn.'
His fingers were tender and determined as they toyed at her vulva lips. She wanted to beg him to kiss her and tongue her as she had done for him, but this had to be a silent trip. Her hope to make him her secret lover, secret from her mother and even from her sister, hinged on patience. Besides, even his fingers were something that would help her heat.
With hurrying rhythm, he strummed round and over her clit, finger-whipping the hyper sensitized flesh, and forcing the clitoris to fluttering, tingling madness.
'Good! Bryan, it's so…'
'Shhhh!' he hissed the warning just as she hit climax and spasmed violently against his devilling fingers. It came and went quickly and the aftermath was a needling frenzy to want to drag him to the floor and rape this shy, sweet neighbor boy, then and there. Instead, she cupped his face in her hands and leaned to press a long and lingering kiss.
'You are quite the guy,' she whispered. 'Thank you.'
He was strangely silent and she cuddled against his shoulder, wondering if she was anywhere at all in his thoughts.
Bryan stared out the window at the night rushing by, his mind a hundred miles away from his goal line fumble that afternoon or his just finished play with Pammy. He could think only of that fabulous house guest at home. Celeste Ann Dantrelle. Not just pretty Celeste, as Pammy had called her. She was love Goddess Celeste, princess of the heavenly body, woman among all the women of the world, and tomorrow he was going to do something about it. Maybe even tonight, if the bus didn't get them home too late.
When the folks had asked him if they should meet him at three a.m. at the school, he had told them not to bother. He'd get a hop home with one of the guys who had his car in the school lot. Motive to that madness. The house would be dead to the world in the wee hours and he'd have the perfect chance to steal into his own room for a sneak look at the body perfect.
Celeste had joked, when someone asked at dinner table what she slept in, that she slept in her perfume. Maybe nothing else? Bryan shivered at the potentials. Steal into his darkened room, creep to the side of his bunk and then… geez… then, he'd do something to let her know how he felt.
The tremor pinpricked to every nerve. What if she should wake, this Goddess? She embodied everything sexual, but she was a million miles away from such as he. If she opened her eyes and saw, everything would come to a smashing, screaming finish. He had to be out of his skull, even to think of a kooky caper like this. But the idea had needled him night after night as he lay wakeful in the den. He'd gladly given up his bed for the makeshift cot downstairs and now he wanted the sight of her sleeping on his bed to remain with him always. At least, he could have that to remember! Just ahead were the lights of Palma Hill. Home!
When Bryan eased the bedroom door open, its soft whisper on the rug sent a chill racing. It was his room and he had forgotten the giveaway sound of the deep pile carpet. Across where she slept, the filtering moonlight sent an eerie pattern of light and shadow from the pines outside.
He waited, holding his breath. No sign of stirring to the shapely form lying under only the thin cover of a sheet.
Moving more confidently, he neared the edge of the bed, clutching his terrycloth robe tightly at the middle. He stared at the outline of her body clear against the cotton percale, then his glance darted nervously to her lovely face, visible now as his eyes grew accustomed to the light from the window. No flicker of a lash or movement of a muscle to hint she had wakened.
But she had.
It was the soft noise of the door swishing on the carpeting that brought Celeste fully awake from what was yet only half-sleep. Her thoughts had stayed with the pair she had left at poolside and she felt the grind of envy of the girls with guys and homes and gardens. She'd love marriage, but her music had ruled otherwise. At the first sound of the door she wondered if it was Frank or Jennifer or maybe both.
From under lowered lids she watched quietly as a white robed figure advanced across the room.
Bryan! The awareness came with a stunning shock. Bashful Bryan who stuttered whenever she surprised him with interest or a question.
Beautiful Bryan of the Adonis-like body and the boy-man maturity to his frame. What a totally insane thing for him to do – to come to her like this and risk parental discovery and certain fury. She knew there was only one emotion powerful enough to override even fifteen-year-old judgment.
As Celeste watched unseen, he reached her side, paused, and she could feel his intense gaze. The sound of his breathing was even and slow as he bent to study her form nearly totally concealed by the sheet. He didn't have the air of a panicky voyeuring adolescent.
'Thank you,' he whispered softly, almost inaudibly as he kissed her forehead lightly, then quickly straightened. He remained motionless for long minutes, his knees touching the edge of the bed. No way she could steal a glance below his waist without a giveaway movement of her eyelashes, but she could feel a strange warmth and caught a sexy fragrance.
His next move was daring and dramatic. As if some demon had taken him, Bryan stiffened, stretched his arms high and wide above his body, letting the terrycloth robe spill open, then tumble from his shoulders. In one fractured second he gave confirmation of all Celeste's estimates about his naked body. Able to look as Bryan backed a step from the bed, she drank in the taut muscles, the powerful chest, the rippling strength to his midriff, and there – bold and bursting – that grotesque over development of bristling erection, dark capped and threatening.
Incongruous in its size against the lightness behind that showed he was still without pubic hair. So young, but so long! So young, but so thick! So young, but so hard and eager that the horny shaft leaped dramatically beyond a right angle from his body, its mushroom-shaped glans appearing top-heavy in the glow of the moon.
A smothered sound of agony slipped from his lips and even as she heard it, Celeste saw his hand circle the cock stem. He moved knees tight to the side of the bed and his pelvis thrust forward so that his prick actually jutted across her face, not more than a foot above her eyes. Fantastic wealth in those loaded testicles! Incredible power in that flesh spear!
Certain he was going to masturbate and leave, Celeste watched from under long lashes. His stroking started… intensified… then stopped!
There, starkly white and massive in the moonlight, ramrodded the bared cock, gripped by a young man trying to fight the impulses sweeping him. Now he stood there, brandishing his sex indecisively, almost unable to contain the want cries trying to break from his lips.
It was time to tilt the action.
Bryan gaped at Celeste's slight movement under the sheet. She seemed to be shifting her leg. Heart- stopping fear swept, nearly driving him to terrified retreat from his crazy caper. Then the even movement under the sheet near her chest slowed his terror. She was breathing evenly again, unaware of his presence, lost in slumber, he reassured himself. Breathless from his buildup to near orgasm, but gutless to go on frigging for the moment, his curiosity grabbed.
Did she wear pajamas or nightie? Her shoulder showed bare. She could be naked underneath the sheet!
And that kooky turn of her leg. Looked like she had bent her calf up under her thigh as she slept. Looked like the thighs were slightly separated!
