When she looked at me, I saw pure animal lust in her eyes. The first time she came, I felt her chest clamp down, and her head snapped back as she made a low moaning or grunting noise deep in her throat. She didn't slow down a bit, and she rode it all the way to the next one.
She was a little noisier this time, more like a loud "AAAAAHHHHH! Not a scream, but a sigh of release. If anything, she went faster still. Her long hair was flying, and the sight of her bouncing tits was hypnotizing.
When I felt her tense up the third time, I couldn't take any more. I grabbed her tight little ass and held her still while I slammed my hips off the bed and pounded her as hard as I could while I came, until it felt like I was dying. The sound she made this time wasn't a sigh, and she didn't stop until I did.
When that finally happened, she collapsed on my chest, gasping for air. The two of us (and the bed) were soaked with sweat and our combined juices. Connie took a deep breath and kissed me repeatedly.
Finally she stopped and put one hand on each of my cheeks, looked me in the eye, and said, "That was amazing, but you realize that when Paula and Beth hear about this, they're going to want the same thing too, don't you?"
We got up, and Connie stripped the bed and grabbed some fresh clothes since the jeans she had on before were soaked.
We threw them in the washer before taking a quick (and cramped) shower and getting dressed. She put a fan in her window on our way out. I wasn't sure it would work since the room positively reeked of sex. I closed the door as we left.
We had a surprise waiting when we got outside. We were startled by the sound of someone whistling a tune and turned to see Tina. She had obviously been there for quite a while. She was normally very pale, but at the moment her face was rather flushed-looking.
I didn't go into detail about what she was thinking, but on the surface it boiled down to, "I've got to get me some of that!" Connie laughed at her and shook her head before saying, "I might have known. You're always where the action is, aren't you?"
It didn't bother Tina in the least.
She unashamedly stated, "Of course! I just stopped by to see you. I knocked, but there wasn't any answer, and then I noticed the whole trailer was shaking and decided to hang around to see what was up. I heard some noise from your window, and at first I was afraid you were getting hurt.
It didn't take long to figure out what was going on, and from the sounds you made, hurt was the last thing you were. That was without a doubt the hottest thing I have ever heard, but what I really want to know is: was it really as much fun as it sounded? I mean, can any boy really make you feel as good as that?"
Connie told her, "I don't know, but I'd guess probably not any guy.
" She kissed me and continued, "Only really special ones. You'll have to find out on your own what it feels like, though. Words cannot describe it, and neither can books!"
Tina pouted, "like there's a chance of that ever happening! When boys see me coming, they run away! Everybody hates me!" Connie asked if Tina thought she hated her or if Linda did.
"I mean boys! They run when they see me coming!"
I felt I had been silent long enough. She was startled when I said, "Tina?" and blurted, "What?"
I said, "Calm down and take a deep breath, and I'll tell you a secret." She made a visible effort to compose herself before asking me what I was talking about. "It's like this," I said, "the only thing that scares most guys more than a pretty girl is a smart pretty girl.
That's your whole problem. The guys are scared of you."
She snarled, "You think that's funny? People think I'm a pest. They talk about me behind my back, and there are only a few people that will talk to me at all, and they're girls! You think I don't hear it? "She talks too much! "She's annoying!" I hear all of that behind my back.
To my face, it's "get lost, runt!", or just "go away!" I don't need some amateur condescending psychologist analyzing me who I've never even met!"
I could tell Connie was about to jump all over her, so I said, "Hello, I'm Matt," and put my hand out.
When she tentatively took it, I started again. "You think you're the only one who's heard that? I've had the same problem and know others who have, too. Tell you what, how about coming over to my house this weekend for a cookout? I think you'd be surprised at how well you'll fit in.
I just met you, and I like you already."
She looked baffled, and I'm pretty sure it was a rare feeling for her. "Let me get this straight. You meet this scrawny little girl who you just caught eavesdropping on you and your girlfriend while you were having sex.
She proceeds to scream at you and insult you. You immediately decide you like her. Have I got that right?"
"All but the first part," I said, "I didn't see any scrawny little girls." I saw a cute girl with a hot body who looked like she was sorry she wasn't in that room with us.
Have I got that right?"
I got a blush at that one, and she mumbled "all but the first part" before looking at me. "I'll be there if Connie will. That is, if you were serious. We were interrupted by Mrs. Lang and Linda's return. We all helped with the groceries and made it in one trip.
After I had a whispered discussion with Connie, she told Tina she had some chores to do but would be around later. I offered to show Tina where I lived and was glad she didn't think of (or mention?) the fact that Connie could have shown her later.
I would say we talked all the way to my house, but it was mostly her talking and me answering questions. The first one was, "Did you really mean what you said about me back there?"
I tried to play dumb by saying, "Of course I did. I think you're very smart." but she wasn't having any of that.
"You know exactly what I mean, and that's not it," she scoffed.
I looked at her and replied, "The part about the cute girl with the hot body wasn't exactly what I should have said."
She huffed, "I knew it!" and started to walk away.
She stopped with her back still turned when I said, "Cute doesn't do you justice.
I'm not sure pretty goes far enough either. The part about the body was right on target, though. I can honestly say it's extremely hot from either direction."I heard a quiver in her voice as she murmured, "Why are you teasing me?"
I walked around to the front of her and held her close. She felt as good as I remembered.
Tina was very short but had an amazing body. She might look like a well-developed eleven-year-old at the moment, but I had the advantage of knowing what she would look like years from now.
Tina was already very pretty, but two years from now she would make a Barbie doll envious. I apologized but said, "If you hang around me, you'll have to get used to it. I can't help it. It's in my genes."She looked up at me, pressed her tight body closer to mine, and quipped, "It feels like there's a whole lot in your jeans."
I laughed and gave her a peck on the lips.
"You catch on quick!" I said this as I put my arm around her tiny waist and led her onward. She was awfully quiet for a while, and I hoped I wasn't rushing things. I was relying on what I knew of her and didn't think it was possible to go fast enough for Tina.
It turned out that she was worried she'd lose her only two friends. When she asked what Connie would say if she saw me with my arm around her, I told her I thought she'd be cool with it, but she could always check with Connie if she had any doubts. I got a skeptical glance at that statement.
We had reached my house by then, and I was able to distract her temporarily by showing her the pool. To her credit, she showed no hesitation when I offered to show her my place and walked up the stairs ahead of me. It was hard (pun intended) to keep from tripping with my eyes glued to her ass.
She was one of those females who just couldn't help but walk as sexy as hell. Some are built so they have no choice but to have that hypnotic movement, and she had it.
I don't know what she expected my little apartment to look like, but what she saw obviously impressed her.
She looked at everything, stopping to examine the areas that interested her most. I wasn't surprised to see her skim the titles on my shelves, but I was when she stopped in front of my shrine.
She picked up several items and studied them closely. All this time, she hadn't said a word until she lit a stick of jasmine and took me by the hand.
She inhaled the fragrance and said, "I think we have a lot in common," as she led me to the table. I replied that I knew we did and offered her a drink to be polite.
She surprised me again by asking if I had any coffee and watched in silence as I removed the black glass canister of beans and ground them before filling the pot with spring water and starting the cycle.
She didn't comment on the activity, and it seemed to me as if she was stalling as she asked about my books. She had read some of them, and we discussed one or two before the coffee was done.
Her face lit up at the first sip, and I was shocked when she said, "This is Blue Mountain, isn't it?" I nodded yes, and she went on, "I haven't had this in a very long time. You see, my parents don't let me drink coffee.
It's no great loss, though. Their idea of coffee comes out of a jar."I asked when she had last had Blue Mountain, and my smile quickly grew as she said, "I remember it like it was yesterday. I was having a cup just like this in the kitchen on April 3, 2008, when I died. Where were you when it happened?"