The Summer of Last Resort (6 page)

“Put your tongue on her clit, you fucker!” she commanded. I did so, feeling the little tiny bud warm and hard under my gentle probing. Soon I was sucking her bud into fullness, and then running my tongue down the gentle inner folds, and then returned to her little wet bud. My manhood was aching from being hard for so long.

“Spread it open!... yeah, use your tongue on that little bud.”

“Use your hand... that's it. Yeah, open her lips... gently, gently!”

“Lick it... suck it.... yeah, that's the way, baby.”

I reached under her and lifted her by her ass cheeks, pulling her mound towards me with both hands as the tension mounted within her. Meanwhile I could feel her exploring me with her feet.

“That's good.... that's the way to do it... yes.... you're going down on Maria now... she's gonna cum on your mouth,” she panted. “She's gonna cum for you, Shane.”

She kept pressing her sex harder and harder into my mouth, I almost felt as though she was raping my mouth with her pussy, but it made me so hard that my balls were aching for release.

“Keep pushing- yeah, that's it... on my... her... clit” she guided me as her tempo increased, until suddenly I felt her spasm and clench my head with her thighs, as her orgasm washed over her like waves on the seashore. My cock was throbbing uncontrollably with excitement at what my mouth had accomplished.

She looked down at my member and shook her head. “No, no, that's enough for one night! Time for you to go to bed.” Then she turned and looked at me, and then back at her house. “Don't come back here, Shane,” she said, turning her back to me and stepping out of the car. I watched her zip up her jacket against the morning chill, and then I started up the car and drove home.

“Jesus Christ,” Jake whispered under his breath. He could feel his hard-on boldly making an impression in his slacks, and he realized that he’d been lost in the story and that he was sitting there next to Sandy, on his leather couch, in his living room. Her thigh was warm against his, and he could feel her arm pressed against his own as they read the journal together. Jake moved it to cover his bulge, and then he looked at Sandy. Her face was red, and her chest was flushed.

“Maybe that’s enough for now,” Jake suggested. Sandy pulled the journal out of his hands and her eyes paused for a moment on the outline of Jake’s hard-on through his slacks.

“Jesus, I’m sorry,” Jake offered.

“That’s…that’s OK,” Sandy replied, and got up. “Here, let me get us some refills,” and she took the glasses and made her way into the kitchen.

Jake watched her walk away and admired how well her skirt was tailored to show off every curve of that sweet ass. She turned around and caught him watching her walk away. “Do you like what you see?” she teased. She looked back at him as he rose and strode towards her. He was getting a little chunky, she thought, but then her gaze went to his broad shoulders, his handsome, rugged face, and those sparking blue eyes, she felt a tug at the pit of her stomach and a rising heat within her loins. She found herself frozen, strangely, like a deer in the headlights. She saw his pupils were dilated and his hands were unsteady, his mouth open slightly, his eyes staring at her – staring into her soul. She felt naked and excited at the same time.
He’s aroused,
she thought to herself.
He’s hard. If this were the stone age he’d take me right here – and I’d give myself to him. Maybe that's how things should be.
Sandy turned, shaking her head slightly, and fumbled with the drinks as she felt Jake’s warm, thickly muscled arm around her waist as he pulled her aside to get access to the liquor cabinet. She felt her skin flush, and then she looked into his eyes, then to his mouth, and back to his eyes as he leaned closer, as if to kiss her – and she leaned ever so slightly towards him, but then, for some reason, turned away and finished the drinks.

“Are you sure you want to keep going… with the journals.” Jake asked, turning away from Sandy and taking a deep swig of gin.

“Yes... if you can keep it up. Let’s do it.”

Jake turned to her and smiled. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

Sandy smiled back and nodded, and soon they were back on the couch, this time with Maria’s diary.

Dear Diary – I can’t believe how bad I am. I’m a bitch! Or a slut. I had Shane come over last night, to make up for hanging up on him. Is that why? I don’t know, diary. He’s so cute, and my heart is pulled to him, but what was I thinking?

I knew Kim had to work today, and she wasn’t going to see Keith. So I have a confession, diary, but you have to SWEAR on your MOTHERS GRAVE that you will never, and I mean never, let anyone read this. OK? Did you swear?

Then I confess that I faked having a car breakdown, and I called Keith and had him come over to where my car was. I made sure that I wasn’t too far that he wouldn’t come and get me, but far enough that we’d be alone. I didn’t plan it, I swear!  Although somehow I had on a little skirt and no pantyhose. I was driving home, thinking about Shane and what happened, but I couldn’t get him and her out of my head! I turned the car around and drove to the end of Miller’s lane, you know, where that vacant lot is by the woods. I called and told him I was stuck there, but then I wasn’t thinking about why would I be out there? I had to make up some sort of lame excuse about looking at nature. While I was waiting, I don’t know why, I took off my panties and hid them in the glovebox. What the hell was I thinking?

“Who the hell is Kim?” Sandy asked, but Jake just shook his head and put his arm around her.

Maria’s diary continued:

Well, he got there, and I tried to make some small talk; I didn’t know what to do! I had let the air out of one of my tires so that I’d have a flat. Well, he had that figured out as far as fixing it, so I had to go for broke. I took the jack handle so he couldn’t change it. I asked him if this tightens his nuts, or are they tight already. I am so proud of myself for thinking up that one on the spot! I don’t think he got it. I had my tightest blouse on and that bra that makes my boobs look great, and I could get him to stare at them, but that’s about all. Then he changed the tire, and I was about out of things to think of when I told him that I needed him to check the muffler because I think I hit something. I made him crawl on his back under the car, and as he slid back there I knelt over him and I’m sure he had a good look at my bush. Yeah, Keith, you know what I want! Once we was way up in there, I just reached up and unbuttoned his pants. I don’t know why I did that, but I couldn’t help myself. He bonked his head on the car in surprise. He doesn’t wear much in the way of underwear, apparently. I saw a little patch of trimmed pubic hair, and then his cock which was folded over. He has the most beautiful olive skin all over his body. I wanted to reach in and pulled it out and suck on it, but I was afraid. There was a moment of awkward silence, and then Keith said, “I think I see what the problem is,” and with that he reached down and finished unbuttoning his pants and pulled his little bikini briefs also. Wow! What IS that thing in his pants! All by itself the head started to get bigger, and then the shaft where it joins his body, and then the whole thing sort of fills up. I was shocked and fascinated. I pulled up his shirt, and let my fingers trace over those smooth rippled abs of his, and his obliques, which are so chiseled, he looks like a bronze statue! I bent over him and let my lips caress that smooth, soft skin, from the belly button, down, over those nice hips and then down to the base of his member. He was getting so big, how was anyone going to ride that? I let my tongue run down the base of his shaft and he groaned in excitement. It made me so hot to see him like this, I could tell that my nipples were hard and I could feel the growing warmth between my legs. 

Just then a car started coming down the lane, and Keith quickly reached down and pulled up what he could of his pants. He was so big however that his head could not fit inside when he’s fully up. So I motioned for him to stay under the car. The car came next to us and stopped, and a middle-aged couple stepped out with their dog, who they apparently walk around here. I had to keep shooing the dog away, and the man was trying to be real helpful – helpful would be to go away! Keith was wise to this and asked me to hand the tire iron to him, while I tried to distract the guy with whatever I could, like my cleavage. I slipped the tire iron to Keith, who used the socket end to cover up the tip, just as the woman peeked underneath and asked some sort of stupid question. I wished they would just go away! Eventually the woman got bored and the man, having nothing else to do, followed her to the field, with the dog in tow.

I watched them go off into the field, and I kept looking at them, when I suddenly felt Keith’s fingers caressing my ankle. He was still under the car and they were on the other side, but he had pulled himself partway out and turned so that his back was to them. I knelt down and moved so that my hips were behind the tire and spread my legs (I can’t believe I am telling you this) and he quickly slipped his hand up and pressed his palm against my mound which was soaking wet by then. I had to move slowly, so as to not attract attention from the couple, who were still visible. I reached down and started caressing Keith’s throbbing member with one hand and pulling his other hand to me, all while keeping an eye on them. I felt his fingers opening me up, and for a moment I tried to hold him back, but it was so damn hot! I felt my resistance melting away as he gently entered me with his fingertips. There was a moment where the dog started running back, and I thought I was gonna die, but the wife grabbed him and smiled at me. I smiled back while Keith brought me to a higher and higher plane of arousal. I had fantasized about having with him – but not this way! Suddenly he pulled his hand away and then his strong arms were around me, pulling me down onto him. NO, Keith! they're going to catch us here! He wanted to enter me but I slid his member in front of me and straddled his hips and admired his cute little belly button, sweaty tummy, and barrel chest. He held me in his strong arms as he began to thrust slowly, gently against me and I felt my head spinning with desire. I reached down and spread my legs for just a moment, letting his manhood straighten and then held it tenderly in my palm, poised like a knife about to open a melon, and ever so slowly started to slip him into me. It felt so good to open for him, so right, to feel him filling me up, as though something had been missing all my life, but here it was. He was so big compared to Shane, although that boy had barely been in me - I was afraid at first that it would hurt, and yet my body opened more than I thought possible, and he sunk deeper, deeper until I felt the soft flesh of his head pressed to it’s ultimate limit, deep against my cervix where his seed would shoot over and over into my eager womb..

Just then the man started back, and even though they were a couple hundred yards away I had to duck down. I quickly slipped off Keith and buttoned him up. The man eventually came back and started talking with Keith, and it was apparent he wasn’t going to leave us alone until Keith got out from under the car and convinced him that it was fixed. We were both nervous, wondering if he knew what was going on. They eventually left, and then Keith turned to me and nodded towards the back seat of the car, but the moment was over. I shook my head, but he sat in the back seat anyway and took off his shirt and sat there resplendent in the afternoon light. His chest was magnificent! What a guy. But he didn’t seem to have a lot of remorse for Kim. Hmm....

He said, “come on, baby, I know you want it.”

I shook my head, but couldn’t think of anything to say. He seemed a little hurt, and turning away from me said, “I..I’m sorry. I can be a real asshole sometimes.”

I smiled back at him and shrugged my shoulders.

“I get carried away. I know you’re Kim’s friend. We shouldn’t have done this. It’s a mistake.”

“It’s OK, Keith, I won’t tell. We ... we can have our own secrets.”

“Thanks.”

With that, he reached over to climb out of the back seat when his eyes went down to my sketchbook which I had hidden under the passenger seat. Somehow it had slid back.

“Give me that!” I demanded. HE smiled and pulled it away from me, and started flipping thorough it. Needless to say, he saw the sketch I did of Shane.

“That’s pretty good. I’m really impressed.”

“Thanks. Now give it back.”

“No”

“What??”

“You have to do me.”

“No fucking way.”

“I don’t mean like that- although I know you want me. I mean, draw me.”

“Oh. Sketch you.”

“Right:.”

“Any way I want.?”

“Right.”

So I had Keith sit in the back seat and strip down to his briefs, and this is what he looked like. Sorry, I was nervous again!!!

I get hot sketching boys like this, but also I get calm. It’s hard to explain. I knew I could have made him do anything at that point, but it was too dangerous. God, I want him so bad! Am I in love with him?

I wonder if Keith is lying in bed now, fantasizing about me, lying in bed, on his back, stroking himself until he loses control. I think Mom got in a fight with her boyfriend the other night when Shane was here, I’m not sure, because I think that neighbor guy that she’s seeing on the side because she went out and then I heard her creep in late. What a slut!