E. Z. Make
Maidenhood Lost
Chapter 1
Her name was Kari. And had someone told Neal Winter just two weeks ago that such a fantastic chick would suddenly drop into his life, he would have politely told them where to go.
Yes, there she was, and here he was. Both of them completely satisfied with being exactly where they were.
Kari Mason, just sitting there like the earthly manifestation of Aphrodite, the goddess of love. Her hair was frosty blonde, tumbling down around her shoulders in a gently waved cascade. Her hazel eyes, reflecting a deep blue tonight, were a lilting melody, but held a bit of languor which men describe as bedroom eyes. Her mouth was full and sensual. The warm, deep, reddish pink of those lips was natural. They had no need of make-up. Nor did any of the features of Kari's face.
'Hey, man,' Bobby Carter's elbow dug into his ribs, interrupting Neal's thoughts. 'Wake up! You wanna toke, or don't ya?'
Neal nodded, taking the half-burned joint from his friend's fingers and raising it to his lips. He sucked deeply, drawing the pungent marijuana smoke into his lungs and holding it there.
'Dynamite stuff, huh?' Bobby chuckled. 'Only the second number tonight and I feel like we've smoked the whole lid.'
Neal's gaze returned to Kari, who sat cross legged on the floor directly in front of him, as the group of four couples huddled in a tight circle. 'Yeah, dynamite stuff. The best I've ever had.'
An amused smile danced at the corners of Kari's mouth as she intercepted his meaning, which had absolutely nothing to do with the potency of the weed they smoked. In fact the grass was having little effect on Neal, other than mellowing him and creating a decided yearning for Kari, to be near her, touch her and hold her.
But at the rate things were going, it didn't look like the opportunity would present itself tonight. With his mother out of town on a business trip, it had seemed like an excellent idea to invite a few friends over for a small party. Now with Kari so near, yet so far, he wished the three other couples would suddenly evaporate into thin air.
'Anybody want the roach?' one of the other girls questioned as she held up the tiny butt left of the joint they had just completed. When no one answered, she simply popped it into her mouth and chased it with a swig of beer…
'Got one more left,' Bobby said as he extracted another yellow stick from his pocket and lit it.
'Count me out on this one,' Neal waved away the joint.
'Me too,' Kari echoed, pushing away from the circle and standing.
'Spoil sports,' Bobby smiled, passing the reefer on.
'Just want to soar a little,' Neal grinned, 'not go exploring the unknown limits of the universe.'
But the rest of the group wasn't listening. He glanced up at Kari and shrugged, 'How about a drink?'
'A glass of water, or a coke. sounds fine,' she grinned.
'Step right this way and I'll see what I can do for you,' he waved an arm toward the kitchen door.
Kari nodded and trotted off before him. His eyes homed in on the perky sway of her ass which strained tightly against the denim cut-off shorts she wore, each cheek threatening to pop out from beneath the frayed edges of the fabric. The shorts were split up the side almost to the waistband, exposing a hell of a lot of sleek, pink thigh. He doubted if there was any room for anything else in those shorts, including panties, which it was apparent Kari was not wearing.
The kitchen door swung closed behind them and Kari swung around to him. Her arms encircled his neck and she pulled herself snugly against him. The firm balls of her big tits rolled over his chest and her mouth covered his. For moments, they just stood there, holding tightly to one another and letting their tongues maneuver around within each other's mouths.
'Mmmmmm,' she sighed, easing back a bit. 'I've been wanting that all night. Isn't there some way we could get rid of the others?'
'Wouldn't be polite,' Neal smiled.
'Too bad,' she pouted. 'Marijuana makes me feel sexy.'
Before he could reply, her mouth was once more planted over his and her tongue was darting into his mouth, twisting and turning and exciting all sorts of arousing thrills.
Grass makes her feel sexy, he mused to him self. I wonder what doesn't?
When Kari, her sister and stepfather had moved into the house next to his last June, Neal had managed one date with her before every guy in town discovered her. After that, two-thirds of the summer passed until Kari was free. Not that Neal was bothered about it that much, since between work and Mary, his steady chick until three weeks ago, his time had been filled.
That first date had been a friendly type thing, as much a welcoming gesture as anything else. When Kari had said 'yes' to another one some two months after the first, he had been pleased and somewhat worried. During those two months, Kari had been dated by just about every dude in town, including some of the biggest studs. The reports that had followed were far from promising. Kari was known as an icicle, refusing even a good night kiss on several occasions.
So when Kari had quietly suggested the two of them drive out to the lake and go skinny dipping on their second date, he had smiled, driven to the lake and never believed a word of what she had said. That was, until she stepped from his car, quickly peeled off the pant suit she wore, and ran down the beach into the water.
Their swimming had lasted for all of ten minutes before they returned to the grass by the car and made love for the next two hours. Since then Kari hadn't dated another guy, and Neal had fully realized what a totally uninhibited girl this sexy blonde really was.
'Oh, yes,' Kari sighed again as they parted. 'If we can't get rid of them, do you think there's some place we could slip quietly off to for a bit of privacy?'
'The den,' he suggested.
'Sounds great,' she hugged him tightly and quickly gave him another kiss. 'Don't forget that coke. Besides making me feel sexy, pot dries my throat.'
Opening the refrigerator, Neal extracted a bottle of pop, pulled the top and followed her into the den. She was seated on the couch. The floral blouse she wore was no longer buttoned, but tied in a large knot beneath the bulging mounds of her tits. Her eyes sparkled with an impish gleam as she watched him take in the smooth curves of her partially exposed breasts.
'You're something else,' he smiled with no attempt to disguise the admiration in his voice. There are times to play it cool, but this wasn't one of them.
'What something else am I?' she asked coyly, patting the cushion beside her for him to take a seat.
He did, handing her the soft drink. She took a deep drink, but at the same time her palm ran up his thigh in a long, stroking motion. When her hand stopped, her fingers drifted to the crotch of his jeans and rested on the growing bulge there.
'Come on,' she smiled, placing the bottle on the coffee table. 'You said I was something else, so tell me what I am.'
'Perhaps the sexiest, cock-loving girl I've ever run into,' he grinned, as he reached out and pulled her to him.
'Is that bad or good?' she questioned.
'Good, very good,' he leaned toward her.
Their lips met and their tongues danced, their darting tips teasing for a moment. Then he thrust deeply, driving toward the back of her throat. She moaned softly around the taunting oral digit.
