Ron Taylor: High school hot pants

That afternoon I rode my bike downtown. I needed a few personals from the drug store, and I took a detour on the way back so I could get a banana split at the Dairy Bar. It was delicious, though not really the kind of banana I was in the mood to eat right then. And the way home I kept thinking about yesterday with B.E. and all the tomorrows that lay ahead for me, and my legs pedaled frantically on the bicycle because it helped slightly to assuage the renewed itching between my thighs. And if I pressed my cunt down just so on the seat, well! Bicycles may be the only kind of socially acceptable masturbation device for teenaged girls and I sun got mileage out of mine.

But because I had gone out of the way to visit the Dairy Bar, my route home took me past Jill's place. I looked at the house automatically as I pedaled by, and almost at once I slammed on my brakes. The front door was open, which meant either a burglar or my friend's return. I pulled into the yard and went to find out.

"Oh, hi, Didi," said Jill's cute big brother, who came to the door in his gym shorts. He was shirtless, big nicely developed torso on display, and I couldn't help recalling how much I'd wanted him when I was just an eager virgin dreaming about cock.

Recalling? I didn't have to recall! He was as handsome as ever, and my heart thrumped when he smiled at me. Oh, wow, I thought, if he had any idea what I was thinking, would he still be smiling?

"Are you home already?" I asked, astonished to see him.

"Come on in," he said, opening the door and stepping aside for me. "Dad and I came back night before last. Mom and Jill stayed on a couple of days to work on their tans, I guess, but they're in Columbus now. Dad's just gone up to the airport to fetch them home. Probably be another hour or two, anyway. You wanta wait?"

Gad, I thought, they're coming back at least a week early. I wondered why. Could – my heart nearly stopped – could Jill's parents have found out about her beachfront activities by some mishap? Jesus, what if there had been a horrible scene? I felt chilly inside, nervous about my friend. "Mmm," I said, trying to test her brother, "did you have a nice vacation?"

"So-so," he shrugged. If anything untoward had gone on, he didn't betray it with his eyes or voice.

I remembered Jill's account of Greg and the hotel maid, and jealousy blazed inside me. For the moment any possible dilemma Jill might be involved in vanished. Greg walked toward the kitchen. "Would you like a Coke?" he asked, but I scarcely heard him. I was watching the way his fine ass moved against the clinging fabric of his gym shorts. He had great legs, too, and a body made for screwing. I could almost feel it pressed to me, his cock dropping to plant hot kiss after hot kiss on my lips and cheeks and chin.

Goddamn that bike! I thought. It's got me all hot and bothered!

At one time I'd have had no choice but to go home and try to do something about that hot bother, but that time was past. Greg returned to the living room, two Cokes in hand, and when he leaned in to pass me one, I saw the way his cock moved inside the front of his shorts. It looked like a pretty cock. I wondered how big it got when it was hard, how skillfully it could move inside a tight, clutching pussy. A pussy just like mine.

As I took the Coke with one hand I reached up with the other, fingers coming to rest on his shoulderblade. He gave me a strange look, but by then my hand had clamped around his neck and I was lifting myself at the same time, lips already puckered for a kiss that only he could respond to. My mouth closed upon his as I stood up straight, and I made that kiss cling and endure.

He didn't resist, though he didn't seem overly involved either. His lips were there and I could kiss them, but that was all. I wondered if I'd made a mistake. Perhaps once a blunder might have embarrassed the ass off me, but no longer. My lips smacked off his and I eased onto the soles of my feet, looking up at him with a frank gaze. His eyes were incredibly blue, incredibly flustered. He looked so cute I wanted to kiss his embarrassment away.

"I've wanted to do that for a very long time," I told him huskily. At the same time I put down my Coke and took the one he was holding for himself. Now we had four hands, all of them unoccupied. I know what to do with mine, but what about Greg?

"Jesus, Didi," he said.

I cut him off. "Don't call me Didi," I suggested. "I think Diana sounds more grown-up. Don't you? And I feel very grown-up, Greg, dear. Can you tell?"

"I think I can," he said, as if in amazement. His eyes got bluer and bluer, and they really were the dreamiest eyes any boy was ever graced with. I felt as if I could just sink and drown in them.

My body pushed insistently against his, and I put both arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. His cock moved inside the shorts, just like a lovable snake, and I ground my hips into that snakey motion, reveling in it. I had to go on tiptoes to kiss him again, but he wasn't unwilling when I got there, even though his hands continued to hang limply at his sides.

My mouth was open when it fell upon his, and I used my tongue on his lips until they ported and allowed me inside. Greg caught my tongue – was it only an automatic response? – and he began to suck it cautiously. I took one of his hands and steered it around my back, moving in a little closer to him as I did. Something started to happen to his cock. It felt larger than before, and its end began to rise against the front of my shorts. Right about then Greg put his other arm around me. I kissed him a little more eagerly, thrilled to know that he was starting to respond correctly.

Correctly? Jesus, I don't think that's precisely the word! Greg's hands swooped low to grab the cheeks of my ass, and I didn't have to stand on my toes anymore, because he was pulling me up into the prolonged kiss. He squeezed me, he kneaded me, he made my ass twist and I wiggled it for him happily. At the same time I let my hands ride a little lower on him so that I had him by the ass too, and we did the good, old bump and grind on the carpet till his prick swelled majestically against me and my heart leaped into my mouth, where it had to keep dodging the thrusts of his now-active tongue. Talk about responses! His seemed to be right on target.

Finally he let go, and once more I sank onto my feet. I couldn't hide the smug grin on my face, nor could he mask the uncertainty of his own. "I think you do feel pretty grown-up," he acknowledged warily.

But she'd have to give her okay first. I couldn't betray Jill's confidence in me.

No more than I'd betray Greg by telling Jill I'd fucked him. And that's exactly what I was going to do. God! I nearly choked on a giggle then. B.E. had been fairly close to the mark when he told me to look for a young guy without much experience, one that I could train to suit my own needs and pleasures. Greg seemed to lit the description. I couldn't help wondering how many girls he really had made it with. He didn't seem at all suave or sophisticated when I put the make onto him.

Maybe, I thought, this was what B.E. meant by a twist ending, the kind he'd throw in if he were writing mine and Jill's story. Wouldn't that be a cute one, though? Here I am, about to get it on with the guy I used to fantasize about. My reward for being a diligent girl in search of sexual enlightenment? Far fucking out!

"Would you like to screw me, Greg?" I asked him, putting all my cards on the table. As I spoke I took a half-step back and undid the knot which kept my halter closed. I flung the ends aside and treated him to the sight of my stiff-nippled breasts. "Mmmmmm," I said, running my palms across my breasts, feeling the inch-long tabs hot against my skin. "It would feel a lot better if you did it."

He did! He reached out, stars gleaming in his eyes, and he took me by the titties, and this time it wasn't a childish fantasy. His hands closed upon me and I knew that it was all for bloody real! "Ohhhhhh," I groaned ecstatically, swaying as he plied my boobs.