by Eden Bradley
“So you think this Nelson fellow will be able to satisfy you in the long run?”
“Of course. I’m sure he’s an accomplished lover.”
“But you don’t know that for a fact.”
“No, but how could I, if he’s saving me for our wedding night?”
Jack grabbed her by the elbow and guided her toward the parking lot and his pickup. “I assume you’ve at least kissed—you know, made out some.”
“Yes.”
“How’s his kisses compared to mine?”
“That’s not a fair question, and you know it. Besides, if you count our teen years, we’ve had much more practice at gauging each other’s responses than Nelson and I have.”
“So, we are better.” Jack grinned like the proverbial Cheshire cat.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Not in so many words.”
He opened the passenger door, and she climbed into the pickup. Jack caught the door before she could close it. He leaned in and kissed her thoroughly, as if replaying those kissing sessions of their early teenage years. She responded immediately. His hand slid between her thighs until it covered her mound.
He broke away, laughing. “I thought so. Even talking about kissing got you wet.”
Her eyes widened as his finger sank into her pussy. She cast her eyes around the parking lot. “Not here, Jack. Somebody could see us.”
Jack lifted his head and glanced around. “I doubt if anyone will be by, but it does add a bit of excitement, doesn’t it?”
His mouth covered a breast through her tank top. She scrunched down in the seat. Was she trying to hide or to provide him with better access? She couldn’t decide. He took advantage of her spreading hips and pushed a second finger into her. She gasped and fought to keep her eyes open. One of them had to be vigilant; Jack certainly wasn’t.
Her hips began to buck. He moved off her breast and stared into her eyes. His hand picked up the pace. “Come for me, Bobbi Jo. You want to live dangerously. Come for me right in the middle of a public parking lot.”
Bobbi Jo shook her head. She licked her lips. Jack’s fingers curled. He’d found an incredibly sensitive spot. She bit into his shoulder, hoping he would muffle her squeals. Her hips churned with no guidance from her, and she knew it was happening again.
“That’s it, babe. Pump those juices all over my hand.”
She did, then settled back into the seat. Jack wiped the back of his hand against her soaked pussy, lifted it, and sniffed. “Pungent and sweet at the same time. Just like you.” He pulled her skirt back down and pecked her on the lips before quietly closing the passenger side door.
As they headed back to Jack’s place, Bobbi Jo couldn’t decide if she should feel humiliated—and if so, why did she feel so exhilarated? Anybody could have stumbled across them at any moment, but that hadn’t bothered Jack.
He’d taken her to a fever pitch and, at that point, fifty thousand people could have been cheering and she wouldn’t have noticed or cared. Was she becoming depraved? And, she was still a virgin.
“Penny for your thoughts.” Jack glanced at her.
“That would cost you a heck of a lot more than a penny,” she responded immediately. “So what was that back there? Another effort to be macho man? Or maybe you expected the twins to drop by and join us.”
“Whoa. I detect a little resentment in that last remark.”
“Don’t believe that for a millisecond. Once I’m gone you can have an orgy, for all I care.”
“After you get what you came for, so to speak.”
Bobbi Jo cringed. “That’s right. So, when do you take my virginity? I trust you haven’t forgotten.”
Jack’s lips thinned. “Hardly. In due time. Aren’t you enjoying my efforts thus far?”
“Yes.” She couldn’t lie about that. “But I want to get on with it.”
He turned and beamed at her. “You don’t take a new car to the racetrack without it being well tuned. Trust me on that.”
Her cheeks flamed. “So you’re tuning me up like you would a race car?”
“Uh, huh. By the time you lose that cherry of yours, it will be so well tuned-up, it’ll be aching to pop.”
She dropped a hand to her waist. “If that was the sole criterion, I wouldn’t be a virgin anymore.”
“Ah. But that’s lack of experience talking. You’re nowhere near ready. We still have to check your timing. There’s more priming to do, and I’ll have to do a thorough check in case I’ve forgotten anything.”
“Fat chance of that happening!” She crossed her arms.
Jack grinned and focused on his driving.
Bobbi Jo studied the old storefronts as they drove back to Jack’s house. Nothing had changed, and everything had changed. Stores that had once been so familiar to her were now foreign.
How many people in the town would actually recognize her? Probably not many. She’d only stayed in contact with two old girlfriends, and they lived on the West Coast now. Would anyone identify her as the wanton woman she’d been only a few minutes ago? Could anyone she knew even imagine Bobbi Jo Martin, wearing a skirt and a tank top and no underwear, riding in a pickup with a wild and sexy-looking man?
She could hardly believe that herself, yet here she was. Beyond that, she was turned on by it. Or was it by him? She was losing track of what cranked up her sexual desire. Seemed like anything and everything could.
Glancing over at Jack, she saw the tiny scar on his cheekbone twitching. That only happened when he was angry or amused. She shuddered. Which was worse? What scheme was he cooking up now?
Bobbi Jo wanted Jack to take her virginity, but she almost wanted him to delay that moment longer. She was immensely enjoying his tune-up efforts.
~ * ~
FOUR
Bobbi Jo lowered her eyelids and let the pulsations of the blue vibrator reverberate across her mound. The sensations brought on by that simply constructed little instrument were nearly inexplicable. They soothed. They tantalized. They promised.
She leaned against a backrest like those she used for camping. Jack lay across from her on the bed, reclined on pillows, but there was no need to peek at him. He watched her intently, idly stroking his cock from time to time. She wanted to touch him, but he’d have to wait. Tracking her own vibrations proved too demanding.
“Scoot down a little more,” he said. “That’s right. I’m going to memorize that beautiful sight. Your lush pussy and dark anus are nicely framed by your thighs.”
“I’m glad you appreciate the view, Jack.” She cocked an eye open. “This is wonderful. I’m going to have to buy one of these for myself. It never dawned on me how sensuous a steady vibrating motion could be.”
Jack chuckled. “You haven’t experienced anything yet. And why buy only one when two or three are better?”
He pulled a couple others from the drawer. He’d called them sex toys. She exhaled. Whatever they were called, she was having fun. He reached for the lube and smeared it over the vibrators and his hand.
He ran his fingers down one side of her vulva and up the other, sending an electric current across her entire torso. She laid the blue vibrator across a breast, arched into it and welcomed the gleam in Jack’s eyes.
Jack leaned over and kissed her nipple. His gaze never left hers as he trailed a finger lower, to the base of her pussy. It stayed there—teasing. He worked it back up the slit of her labia and back to the base. She tried not to flinch.
He smiled. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
She knew instantly when his finger moved lower still, tracing the narrow shelf between her pussy and her anus. “My God.” She started to roll away from him. He grabbed her and held her still.
“Don’t move away from me! Never! Remember.”
She nodded. His stern tone made her voice box close.
“This may feel a little strange at first.”
Her eyes rounded. His lubed finger pressed against her anus. Could she do
this? She gritted her teeth.
“That’s right. Be a good student. Your master is about to claim one more orifice for himself.” He pushed farther, then stopped. He seemed to be waiting for something. “Relax,” he said. “Give it a moment. Your sphincter muscle will open for me. It will welcome my intrusion, even if you don’t.”
“Why must you?” she whimpered.
“Because I want to. And,” his voice softened, “because you want to be a skilled lover. This is just another part of your sexual education—a pleasurable one, I might add.”
“It doesn’t feel so pleasurable.”
“It will, trust me.”
“What choice do I have?” she muttered between clenched teeth.
“You don’t have a choice at the moment. Relax. Open to me.”
Bobbi Jo sighed and tried to will her body to calm.
“There,” Jack said. His finger slid in with ease. He wiggled it.
It was as if his finger had thrown a switch deep in her ass. Her mouth fell open. “My God, it can’t be happening. Not now. You’re in my…”
“Ass, that’s right. And oh yes, it can and is happening. Do you want me to do your clit, or do you want to?”
Her hand flew to her clit and she clawed at it. Although her ears were ringing, she could still hear Jack’s laughter as he propelled his finger in and out of her ass.
He kissed her open mouth and that was when she fell apart, with his tongue probing her mouth, his finger filling her ass, and her hand showing no mercy on her clit. Her body shuddered. She let go and clasped Jack with both arms. She never knew when he pulled out of her butt. She simply sobbed.
Jack held her. He kissed her closed eyelids and cradled her. “It’s okay, babe. You did fine.”
“I didn’t want it to end,” she confessed, her lips grazing his neck. “How could that be so wonderful?”
“There may be no answer to that question, Bobbi Jo. Come lie with me for a while. Let’s pretend there’s no tomorrow, at least for a little bit.”
~ * ~
Jack smoothed Bobbi Jo’s hair. Who was he to tell her to pretend there was no tomorrow? That was the problem. There would be a tomorrow—but that wasn’t the tomorrow that bothered him the most. It was the one a week from Friday. What was he going to do when she left him? How the hell was he going to let her go?
“Penny for your thoughts,” she whispered.
He patted her head. “You wouldn’t want to know.”
He felt her lips curve into a smile against his chest. “Are you planning another surprise for me?”
“Maybe.”
“Good. I’m really beginning to relish your surprises.”
Her fingers played with his chest hair. He kept his eyes closed. He grinned to himself as she traced a path toward his belly button and below, then stopped to toy with the hairs marking the rest of the path.
“You,” he mumbled, “are becoming quite adept at teasing.”
“That’s good, isn’t it? I do so want to be a worthy student.”
“Hmmm. Sometimes worthy students devise their own plans for pleasing their masters.”
Bobbi Jo shifted lower, wrapped one hand around his very rigid cock, and cupped his balls in the palm of the other.
“They feel quite fragile,” she said, squeezing gently.
“Careful. They are.”
“So,” she said, running a fingernail the full length of his shaft, “this student needs to devise a way to please her master. I’ve already earned an A-plus for making you come with my hand. To do that again would be redundant.”
“Absolutely.”
“So…”
He peeked at her through slit eyelids. She knelt with her mouth hovering over him. Her hot breath engulfed his penis.
“Maybe I’ll try something I read about in your book.”
“Don’t let me stop you.”
She chuckled. “Why Jack, I do believe you’re having some difficulty breathing. Maybe I ought to stop. I wouldn’t want to injure you.”
“You stop now and I’ll spank your bottom good.”
“Oh my, my, I am scared now. The master is back.” She flicked her tongue at his cock. She drew back.
He hoisted his butt off the bed. “Do it, Bobbi Jo.”
“You are a bit jangled for being the master, don’t you think?”
“Damn it, Bobbi Jo.”
She lowered her mouth enough to twirl her tongue around the crown of his cock. She backed off and stared at it. “Are you telling me I have to take this handsome cock into my mouth?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I don’t have a choice. I have to take him into my mouth and suck him until he comes.”
“No. I mean, yes.”
Bobbi Jo giggled. “I guess I’d better get on with it, or you won’t be able to speak at all.”
She took in as much of his length as she could easily manage. Her blonde hair rose and fell, playing hide and seek with her face as she traveled up and down its length. Then she stilled. He started to reach for her but hesitated.
Jack could feel her testing the edges of her throat. Slowly, Bobbi Jo inched farther down his cock. His eyes widened when her lips kissed his groin. She pumped a fist in the air as if she’d achieved a major feat. He groaned. She was in complete control. Then she began her final assault on his manhood. She became a blur of blonde hair flying wildly about.
He didn’t stand a chance. He didn’t try to hold back. He loved it. The girl in pigtails of his past had vastly outdone his imagination, and he’d always thought he’d had a fairly vivid one.
His toes curled. He was going to come, and she hadn’t even used her hands. He ground his ass into the mattress. She followed him, not allowing even a brief respite.
“Jesus H. Christ,” he moaned. She’d slipped a finger in his ass. Not far, but far enough. He arched his head back and his hips bucked, pumping his seed into her throat. Her finger sank deeper into his ass.
He expected her to back away from his urgency, but she didn’t. She stayed with him. She swallowed quickly, then more slowly. She held him in her mouth until he softened.
Jack’s awareness slipped away and then gradually returned. Had he ever been blown better by the most skilled lover? There was something to be said for exuberant innocence. He tapped Bobbi Jo’s shoulder. “You can let him go now. Damn, that was thrilling—to watch and to experience.”
Triumph was written all over her face. She swiped the back of her hand across her mouth. “You like?”
“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “What an unnecessary question. And you?”
She gave him a puzzled, guileless look. “Master, do you believe a woman can get addicted to come?”
Jack laughed and pulled her up his body until her breasts mashed against his chest and her breath warmed his neck. He wasn’t sure if a woman could be addicted to come, but he was definitely afraid he was already becoming addicted to Bobbi Jo Martin.
~ * ~
The next morning Bobbi Jo lounged in Jack’s bed poring over a book. Her body still hummed from the previous night’s lovemaking session, though perhaps it ached a bit from trying out new places. There was certainly one particularly tender area.
She shook her head. Who would ever have suspected the anus was an erotic spot? No one would have to convince her of that in the future.
The future. She shivered. Would Nelson be into what Jack called anal play? Probably not. He might be an experienced lover, but she could hardly imagine her rather fastidious fiancé wanting to get his finger anywhere near an asshole.
So why did she have to become practiced at anal play? Jack never had fully explained. Typical of a male not to answer questions a woman really wanted to know. But it was part of the whole package she’d signed up for.
Whew. She sure hadn’t realized the nature of the package before signing on. Would she have been so willing if she had? Honestly? Probably not. Now? She could hardly wait until Jack got back home so they could continue with his in
structions.
Homework. He had said she might benefit from more homework.
“Well, what do we have here?”
The sultry voice momentarily paralyzed Bobbi Jo. There was Mrs. Joy Dixon—her former school nurse—standing in the bedroom doorway as if she belonged there. Frantically, Bobbi Jo scrambled for the sheet and pulled it up to her neck to hide her nakedness.
“So, Jack has a new playmate.” Mrs. Dixon entered the room and closed the door softly behind her—something Jack hadn’t bothered doing when he’d left.
What was she doing in Jack’s house? Uninvited. Didn’t he lock the place?
“Hi, Mrs. Dixon,” she stuttered. “What are you doing here?” The auburn-haired woman wore a long black skirt and a canary yellow blouse barely concealing her very sizeable breasts, whose nipples were pebbling as fast as Bobbi Jo’s own.
“That was my question, I think.” Mrs. Dixon smiled, showing pearly white teeth. “So you know who I am. I can’t say I recognize you, though you do look somewhat familiar.”
“I’m Bobbi Jo Martin.”
“Oh, of course!” Mrs. Dixon advanced farther into the room. “You used to have the hots for Jack when you two were kids.”
Bobbi Jo tried not to blush. “I don’t know about that.”
“That’s okay. You weren’t the only one. And it’s obvious what you’ve been doing here, so I’ll answer your question. I come by every other Wednesday morning to do Jack’s books.”
“Oh. I thought you were a nurse.”
“I was, and I am, but I also do simple bookkeeping for a few select customers.”
“I guess that’s a way to augment your income.”
“Umm. Sure.” Mrs. Dixon winked. “But then I’m more into the barter system. There’s much more room for creativity with bartering, don’t you think?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Oh, really?” Mrs. Dixon scanned the scene and focused on the book at Bobbi Jo’s side. “Interesting book title—The Art of Lovemaking for Novices.” Her eyes grew wide and the corners of her mouth began to turn up. “So are you a novice, Bobbi Jo?”
Bobbi Jo knew she was blushing to her roots.
