Ron Taylor: Two hot families

I couldn't stop screaming. So loudly, in fact, that it scared me. To muffle the cries of pleasure, I jerked my fingers out of Dierdre's way and sucked up a mouthful of hair and snatch, whimpering against the furry pillow of flesh as she gave me bloody hell. Her fingers hadn't looked especially big if anything, they seemed slender and delicate, as a girl's lingers ought to be but they felt like Johnny had come to life in my pussy. And the way her lips and tongue flogged and suckled my clit! She had me afire in six heartbeats, and she had me coming in six more. Really coming! It was ten times better than the one I'd been about to give myself on the bed before she came in. It was at least two times better than any other come I'd ever had. In all my life. Swear to God.

We came apart slowly, me shivering and trembling and sweating from every pore of my body. Dierdre had calmed down a little more than I, and she petted me indulgently as she rearranged herself on the bed, putting us face-to-face instead of face-to-cunt. I squirmed, anxious to feel her body against mine, and one of my hands shot up to stroke her tit where it peeked over the low top of her bra. The nipple was small and hard and my fingers closed upon it possessively. I squeezed her nipple as if it had been my own, and I heard her sigh deep in her chest. She put her own hands on my tits, and plied them delicately but determinedly. As her fingers teased and toyed with my nipples I felt another, briefer, come floating through me. I closed my eyes and swam into it, moaning wistfully.

I untied her hair ribbons and let the thick dark hair cascade onto her shoulders. It was as silky and tender to the touch as her beaver had proven to be, and there was so much of it! I combed her hair down with my fingers, found that it would reach to just below her breasts when it was given full rein. We made a little game out of that. I swirled her hair, made it veil her nipples, then moved in with my lips to part the hair and find the hidden brown treasure inside.

She couldn't get enough of my hair, either. She worked her fingers through the threads of ultra pale blonde, even folded some of my hair into her own so that we were trapped and locked in a bond of hair. We kissed a lot, and we couldn't keep our hands off one another, and I was glad, somehow, that I'd waited this long to have a really meaningful relationship with another girl, because it was perfect. I wasn't jaded. I could enjoy each and every sensation with her, and Dierdre could appreciate my sense of wonder and delight.

"I think I'm going to like it here," I said finally, as we lay just touching, both of us too tired to do anything else.

"I hoped you would," Dierdre replied, running a finger across my lips. I parted them and sucked the finger inside, giving it a special kind of greeting, with lots of tongue and lip and cheek work. "You're pretty good," she said as I went down on her finger. "How are you with guys?"

"Depends on the guy," I said, releasing her. "I haven't had much luck in that direction. Not compared to tonight."

"So what are you doing this weekend? Going home, I guess?"

Actually, I wasn't. That was the one thing I really didn't care for about this school. New students had to show up the Thursday before Labor Day, for registration and physical and orientation. That took care of Thursday and Friday. Then we had the long weekend, with school officially beginning on Tuesday, after Labor Day.

I'd planned on spending a lonely holiday, here at the school. Daddy had already told me he'd be out of state over Labor Day and that I might as well stay at the school. One or two of the new girls were going to be here the whole weekend, but only one or two, and it had promised to be a lot of fun.

"No," I said, "I'd figured to stay here, maybe get a few chapters read in my classes, you know?"

"Oh," said Dierdre, "that can't be! If you're not going to your home, why don't you come home with me? Sure! Hey, it's fine with my parents. They would love you. Really! And if you're having bad luck with guys, you ought to meet my older brother! Picture Warren Beatty with a Kentucky accent."

"I don't know," I pondered.

"Sure," she went on. "You come home with me tomorrow, and maybe Saturday or Sunday we can go to our place on the river. We'll have a picnic. My brother can show you how to ride a motorcycle, if you don't already know, and – oh, you'll just have to meet my family. I think you'll like them. Everybody thinks his own family is tops, I know, but, well, mine is special. Really and truly. So will you come?"

"Why not?" I said. The prospect of spending my holiday with Dierdre suddenly seemed very inviting. As to her brother or the rest of the family, well, if they were half as nice as their daughter, I couldn't help but like them, could I?

"Okay," I said, sealing the bargain with a kiss. "Hey, what time is it? God, when do things start in the morning? I'd better go down the hall and take a bath and get some sleep. We could take a bath together, couldn't we? I mean, if you think you can keep your hands off me? Or vice versa?"

"I'm not promising," Dierdre said with a wink. And it was just as well she didn't. I got to bed later than I should have that night, but I slept the sleep of the just.

We passed the joint back and forth in the car. Dierdre was a senior, and allowed to have her own wheels on campus, so we didn't have to hang around waiting for a ride once the orientation program wound up Friday at noon. And here we were each of us taking up one of the bucket seats in her tiny MG, tooling along the highway toward her home. Home. That was a nice word, but I really didn't know what it meant. I used to have one, back when my mother was still alive, but when she died, it seemed as if Daddy couldn't wait to pack me off to one school after another. And in the summers he found other schools for me to go to. Riding school. Music school. Camp. I could ride like Dale Evans, play piano like Laura Nyro, and swim like Esther Williams, but I hadn't spent enough time in my own home to remember what fucking color my bedroom walls were. Let alone know what it was like to have a father.

But those were old, bitter feelings, and it was no time to be bringing them up, even in my head. I looked across at Dierdre as she toked on the red-tipped joint, and I settled in the seat, smug in the knowledge that I had a friend. And a lover. Oh, God did I!

Last night had been too much. I hadn't expected anything like that on my first day at this new school, and the surprise was the sweetest I could remember in all my life. God, the way we made it together, me and Dierdre! I'd always thought sex was more than a little overrated. I mean, it seemed that I could have more fun by myself and I didn't even have to put on makeup. But she'd taught me something, and I was grateful for the lesson. When certain people came together, magic could happen. In our case, it did happen.

Dierdre lived in one of the Kentucky suburbs of Cincinnati. We drove down a lot of tree lined streets after we crossed the Ohio River, and after a while Dierdre turned into a wall flanked driveway and we climbed a low hill, up to the house, which looked like a small colonial mansion, the white columns holding up the front porch roof, and everything. She parked the MG in a garage set off from the house, and we got out of the car, each of us carrying a bag full of weekend clothes. Mine were mostly bikinis and jeans she'd said we'd be spending our holiday casually and outdoors as much as possible.

"There's David's cycle," she said, pointing to an Indian nosed into one corner of the garage. "He must be home from work early. You'll like David," she went on, leading me out of the garage and into the house. "He has a high IQ, but he doesn't want to go to college – spends his time working at a garage in town, fixing cars and hot-rodding motorcycles."