Audrey Gait - A sister's lust

Crystal Davis let out a startled squeak as her boyfriend reached out to massage the quivering round mounds of her beautiful buttocks. She set the steaming platter of spaghetti on the table and whirled around to glare at him in simulated shock.

“Jerry Lambert!” she snapped, trying to give him a stern, no-nonsense look. “Cut that out! You almost made me drop our dinner!”

“Then we would have had to go out to eat,” Jerry grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. “Or maybe we could have just settled for eating out right here. As a matter of fact, I’d like to eat you out, honey. That’d be even better than the spaghetti.”

“Ooooooh, Jerry!” she giggled.

“You… you’re just awful… you get me so flustered I just don’t know what to do!”

She flipped her long blonde hair back with her fingertips and glared at Jerry but the corners of her mouth started to turn up in a flattered grin. “Didn’t you have enough of that before dinner?” she pouted. “Sometimes I feel like I’m living with a genuine sex maniac with all the pinching and touching that goes on around here.”

“Oh, but you love it, don’t you?” Jerry grinned, pulling her onto his lap. “Come on… you know you love it.”

“Maybe I do,” Crystal laughed. She wiggled her hips just a little and was rewarded amply for her action. Jerry’s cock was stiffening and she could feel his hard powerful bulge start to rise. She’d have to get off his lap soon or the dinner she’d worked on for so long would be bound to get cold.

“That’s enough,” she admonished, giving an extra little wiggle of her soft bottom and jumping up before he could react. She dashed around the table and sat down in a chair opposite him, grinning smugly. “You’d better eat your spaghetti, hotshot,” she warned. “Otherwise I’ll think you don’t like my cooking and I’ll have to stay up all night reading my cookbook. You wouldn’t like that, now would you, Jerry?”

“No way!” Jerry grinned, twirling the spaghetti expertly around his fork. “I’ve got other plans for tonight, honey. After I get all this good food in my belly, I’ll be ready to go all night.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” she smiled, her eyes suddenly sparkling. In spite of the fact that she and Jerry had been living together for three whole months now, he never seemed to tire of fucking her. Life was indeed wonderful, being his roommate. There was only one small flaw in the ointment. If her parents even found out that she was living with a man, they wouldn’t finish paying for her beautician’s training. They’d cut her off without a cent, and she wouldn’t be able to graduate from Beauty College in the Spring.

She had been gradually sounding out her parents on her weekly telephone conversations with them. Every Sunday morning at approximately nine o’clock, her parents called. She’d tried mentioning that lots of couples nowadays were living together but she always got the same reaction.

“At least we don’t have to worry about you doing something sinful like that!” her mother had exploded. “I’d never rest easy if I thought you were running around with people like that, Crystal. And I know your father would hit the roof. You know how we’ve always told you to be a good girl.”

Crystal desperately wished that she had more nerve, but she always backed down. A couple of times, she’d been close to telling her parents that her roommate, Jerry, was really a guy. Of course her mother and father assumed that Gerry was short for Geraldine and she just didn’t have the courage to tell them otherwise. She was positive that they wouldn’t approve. They’d hit the roof, cut her off, and tell her that she come right home. Crystal knew her parents very well.

“Hey… why the long face?” Jerry asked, glancing at Crystal’s dejected expression. “Wait… don’t tell me. You’re thinking about your parents again, right?”

“Yes,” she sighed. “I hate lying about things, Jerry. I feel like a louse every damn time they call me.”

“Yeah… I know,” Jerry said, reaching over to pat her hand. “It’s not going to be much longer though. If I get that promotion at the dealership, I’ll be making enough money to support us. Then we can get married and I can pay for your tuition myself. Another couple of months ought to get me in really good with Mr. Harris, honey. He’s bound to promote me if I keep on selling more cars than any other salesman.”

Crystal couldn’t help shiver a little as she thought about Frank Harris, Jerry’s boss. A man didn’t have the right to be so handsome. Frank Harris was God’s gift to women. There was only one problem. He knew it all too well and he tried to take advantage of his good looks in ways that weren’t exactly nice. Frank Harris was a ladies’ man and he’d even tried to put the make on her, after he’d known that she and Jerry were living together. She had never told Jerry about that company party when she found herself struggling on the patio with Frank, and she hoped that she’d never have to. At least Frank hadn’t tried anything recently. She figured she could keep him under control as long as she stayed close to Jerry at those little company gatherings. He wouldn’t dare make a pass at her in full view of Jerry. Even Frank wasn’t that foolish. Jerry’d knock his block off, even if Frank was his boss.

The telephone rang shrilly in the living room and she immediately jumped up to answer it. It couldn’t be her parents. They only called on Sunday mornings. It was probably one of the girls from beauty school to ask about one of the assignments.

Jerry helped himself to another plate of spaghetti as she talked on the phone. He wished she wouldn’t get so uptight about her parents. It made him feel like less than a man because he couldn’t support her, but it took a little while to get started in the sales business. Jerry knew he’d be making some real money pretty soon and the first thing he was going to do was to marry her. She’d be a perfect wife. She was sweet and considerate and incredibly sexy. That was really surprising, considering the strict home life she’d had. He hadn’t ever met her parents but, from what she’d told him, they were practically Victorian. It was a wonder Crystal turned out the way she had. Most girls coming from her background would have been as straight as a ruler.

Jerry finished his second helping and leaned back in his chair to light a cigarette. He could hear Crystal still talking on the phone. This was really a long call this time. He figured that she was talking about her homework with one of her classmates or something. He didn’t realize that anything was wrong until Crystal came back into the kitchen, her face the color of a piece of chalk.

“Hey!” Jerry gasped, pulling her into his lap again. “What’s the matter? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

“It’s worse than that!” she moaned, burying her head in Jerry’s shoulder. “The cat’s out of the bag, honey. That unfortunately was my sister, Gail. She’s flying here tomorrow to visit for a week and she says she can hardly wait to meet my roommate, Geraldine!”

“I think I need a little exercise to work off that big meal,” Jerry grinned, helping the beautiful girl wipe the last dish. “How about going down to the swimming pool and taking a dip with me?”

“Mmmmm… sounds good,” she agreed, forcing a smile on her lips. She couldn’t let Jerry know how upset she was that Gail was going to visit. Of course Jerry knew that she was upset but she was dwelling on it and she had to get in a better mood. If she could only get her prudish sister out of her mind, things would be just fine. It would only be for a few days anyway and Jerry had agreed to stay with a friend and avoid the apartment when Gail was here. Jerry was being sweet and understanding about the whole thing and Crystal knew that she should reward him for being such a wonderful man. If Jerry wanted to swim in the pool, she’d go with him gladly. Night swimming was always fun anyway.