'Nnngg. Not me. Forever… '
'Yeah, forever. If we last that long. Only I'm getting limp just standing here like this. Weak in the knees, you know?'
'Uh, you'd be comfortable on the bed.'
'Sure. But what if somebody barges in on us, any chance of that? One of the servants maybe?'
“Not a chance. I'll lock the door though, just to ease your mind. Just to make sure, okay?'
'Okay, okay. Hurry!'
Alix scurried to obey, leaving me alone and untouched for the moment. Brief as it was, the pause created a void, a sudden letdown. In a daze, I reeled across the floor and fell on her bed, drained of strength somehow, unable to function. A vague confusion of desires clouded my mind, keeping me awash in the spume and spindrift.of an ocean of illicit pleasure. Kind of a messy business, really. And yet I anticipated seeing it through to the very end, squeezing the opportunity dry. Right and wrong didn't matter any more; why not relax and enjoy the ride?
'It's locked. Hey, you think maybe I ought to take my clothes off, too-every thing-just like you? Huh? Sue?'
'Why don't you? Long as we're so safe here.'
She undressed hurriedly, practical rather than coy, simply getting the job done. As expected, her body showed titty-bumps for tits, not much bigger than a boy's. But she was attractive otherwise in an almost exotic way, with lustrous black eyes and a light olive skin. And her slim-hipped torso had an exciting appeal of its own, a young tomboy appeal.
I was affected. There had been talk that year of Alix leaving after junior high to go to some classy private school, and right then I realized how much I'd miss her. Funny I hadn't noticed how pretty she was. A real brunette type. It almost made me wish I'd been blonde in contrast, just from an artistic viewpoint. But my chestnut-brown hair seemed to please her. And so did my skin color, pale white with random hints of pink-or so I could only assume, as she joined me on the bed and lost no time picking up the severed threads. Her kisses returned to my breasts. Pretty soon she had me thrashing around on the furry-textured bedspread, arching, pushing them up at her, the nipples all sultry and swollen and soaked from the suction of her mouth.
'Kiss me, kiss my tits good.' I gripped her head, crushing those much-needed lips to the aching peaks. 'My nipples feel like they're about to split open.'
“Umm… yes… good… '
Her tongue got busy, tormenting and then soothing alternately as the solace itself became torment in turn. It damn near drove me out of my gourd. I gathered her slender form closer, running my hands over her back, her flanks, her neatly curved ass. The buttocks quivered to my touch but remained firm and fully packed, each a solid handful. I gripped them tightly, my fingers instinctively digging into the resilient flesh.
It must have been effective. Alix uttered a choked sob, a sound of desperation. Then, moaning, 'Oooh, you're something real special, all of you, every inch of you!'
'Every inch? Kiss me, show me.'
Then it became my turn to moan as she twisted onto an entirely new tack, spreading her caresses wider, all over now, spewing a stream of wildly enravishing wet kisses up and down the length of my unprepared but not ungrateful body. I felt it in the pit of my belly, thrilling to this novel experience. My thighs and knees and calves tingled and twitched. Writhing almost unconsciously now, I opened myself up to the intimate invasion. Her breath was hot on my skin, panting. She maneuvered me onto my side, one leg bent and lifted another opening of sorts?-and I felt her kisses dampen my tremulous ass-cheeks.
A nudge sent me onto my back again, a source of sudden confusion-until I realized that she had rolled my buttocks right into her cupped palms. And now, somehow, it was Alix who seemed confused. Or hesitant, at least, hesitant to the point of immobility. As if she hadn't quite reconciled herself to the end purpose of all that maneuvering around. To me the position was perfect and the next step obvious, hardly any reason for this silent trancelike state, that transfixed stare of hers, the terrible suspense…
'Sue? I-I feel so funny.'
'So what? You'd better not back out, you hear? I'm too young to die of a heart attack.'
She giggled wanly and licked her lips. I squirmed, arching my middle up off the furry spread a pelvic thrust with an unmistakably concentrated demand. And with a small cry of capitulation, she quit staring and began kissing again. Sucking! Turning the rest of our all-important afternoon together Into a rose-garden rendezvous, dewy with the tears of lost childhood. Or was that Just the sex-dew of our newly discovered love?
Chapter 5
In a brief beltless housecoat, I lounged upon my bed expectantly, buoyant with bubbling suspense. One intrusive thought kept cropping up in my mind, self-indulgent but not exactly illogical. I now wielded a certain implicit power over my long time school chum. We were still best friends, but it was different somehow, a friendship based on rules that hadn't even been written yet. So wasn't there a practical side to explore, couldn't this new power of mine help me get my way? Now, more than ever, I didn't want Alix traipsing off to private school-some snooty one, no doubt, the kind that prized only pedigreed wealth. A school that would turn her into a snob and eventually destroy whatever remained of our mutual affection. She was ripe for such a place, coming from a family that always sounded a mite too modest and unassuming about the 'guaranteed genuine' coat-of- arms which was embossed on their stationery and emblazoned on the front door. Not to mention the huge bronze plaque above the living room fireplace. Or the sporty ceramic replica set into the bar in their basement rumpus room, adding just the right touch of class. No mistake about it, the Moreau breed represented gentry in our neck- o'-the-woods.
My own family wasn't poor, just middleclass secure-and quite comfortable on their side of the vast social gulf. All except me! Which was reason enough to preserve that childhood friendship, my cherished link with the other side. Oh sure, I was a pretty popular kid regardless, always with more than my fair share of boys flocking around. Even most of the other girls liked me. But all of that was something I took for granted: just the unfailing popularity of a beautiful child-not nearly as rewarding as my relationship with Alix. Then again, well, nothing could have been that important to me now. I'd be desolate if she left town.
I pondered that dire possibility, momentarily fretful. But my mood wasn't for worry right then, not on this lovely day. This day that had scarcely begun, this springtime Saturday morning; oh, I felt so shamelessly keyed-up alone in the house and waiting for my lover. Keyed-up and ready! Even the downstairs door had been left unlocked for her. Any minute now. Uh-huh. Wasn't that a noise down there? Right on time. Now we'd have at least three hours before my folks were due home, precious hours of privacy…
'Sue? Oh! You look so yummy like that.'
'Yummy, is it? Wonder what that means. As if I didn't know. You look pretty nice yourself, you darling. I can't think of anybody I'd rather see right now.'
Our exchange of compliments was truthful enough, except that it would have been hard to find any real grounds of comparison between us. Alix still had that tomboyish appearance, attractive only as a type. More appealing to me was her personality, her attitude, especially this recently revealed quirk of hers, an unflagging desire to cover my body with kisses. Even now I saw her from that viewpoint, seeing my own beauty mirrored in those wistfully eager eyes.
'I locked the door. Like you said.'
'Well? Don't just stand there licking your lips. Come on over here and make yourself useful'
'Oooh… yes… '
The housecoat went wide. I giggled in appreciative glee as her open mouth slurped at my breasts. 'You're sure about the door?' I stroked her bent head fondly, toying with its dark mane of hair, my fingers playful but peremptory. 'You checked it afterward? Not that I'm expecting anybody. But it's nice to feel safe-alone together- with the rest of the world locked out. Alone in the house… ' Then, a whisper, hot upon her ear, 'So that we can really relax up here, hmm? Darling? Our first time on my bed?'
She trembled against my tits, wringing the required answer out of her choked throat. 'The door… it's okay… ' It ended on a low moan, wet and wheezy, and then she was slurping again-but slower now, slower and rather
