John Kellerman - Teaser in torment

"Aw, come on, Robyn," Barry whined.

He was a little wiped out from the beer he'd been putting down. He pushed me down the hall towards a bedroom. I could hear giggles from an occupied room as we passed.

"I… I'd rather stay with the other kids if you don't mind."

"Shit, almost everybody else is in a bedroom… or hunting for one."

Barry laughed and spilled some of his beer on the rug. He kissed me then and I tasted the alcohol on his lips. He was such an easy one. I'd been driving him half-crazy all night and enjoyed every minute of it. I let him push his tongue between my teeth, tickling the underside of it with my own until he moaned and shoved his body against me. My silk dress clung to my body. Barry's hands were hot as he searched out the sharp curve of my waist and then fumbled to get under the hem.

"I'll do the touching," I whispered, grasping his wrist hard, letting him feel my nails. Barry grunted, let his hand go limp. Then I spread my fingers down the front of his pants. He was all shoved out in the crotch and the heat excited me. I could feel the shape of his cock all bent over inside his shorts. As I rubbed his dick, Barry moved his hips so that the shaft straightened, held against his belly by the elastic of his underwear.

"Jesus… let's go find a bedroom."

I shook my head. I was squeezing the long, hard snake, forcing my nails into the material of his pants.

"Robyn… you're killing me!"

I giggled and tilted my chin up so he could kiss my neck.

"Just because it's your parents' house, you think I should go to bed with you."

"Yeah."

He nuzzled wildly down my chest. I caught his head before he could push my dress apart with his tongue. I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Dammit, you'll be gone tomorrow. To that dumb-ass resort with your old man…"

"So you want to get in my pants tonight so you can brag all summer to the kids how you finally broke Robyn Durant's cherry."

"Aw, shit, Robyn. I love you!"

Barry grabbed my waist with both hands and pulled my hips forward. He ground his straining cock against me. I could feel its heat through all our clothes. For an instant I was aware of what was happening to my own body. It was getting harder to ignore the shivering rushes of pleasure as Barry touched me. But I could control myself. I'd always been able to in the past. And a lot of boys had tried to fuck me. They'd been trying since I was twelve and I was eighteen now.

"God, you're beautiful!" Barry pushed me closer to the bedroom at the end of the hall. The other kids had kind of stayed away from it, knowing that Barry had ideas about using it. There was an unspoken excitement that night, everyone had sensed it. I wondered if Barry had talked about me to the other guys. About how he was going to take care of Robyn Durant, once and for all. Barry wasn't really such a bad dude. I even liked him… kind of. But he thought plenty of himself, too. He was tall and strong and blond. He had letters in every sport. The coaches thought he was hot shit. Every girl from junior high up felt the same way. But for me he was just another guy with a cock who thought he could put it inside any girl he met. And once inside, they thought they had you, the bastards!

That was because most girls were so damned wishy-washy. A guy fucked them and they freaked. It had to be true love then. I heard all that crap in the showers before gym. But it never worked out like they wanted. They didn't know the first thing about will power.

"You smell so good."

Barry pulled me inside the bedroom and closed the door. It was pretty dark. But a glimmer of light came from the bathroom. It was probably his folks' room. A touch of panic welled in my belly. Barry kicked off his shoes and reached, for my sandals. I kicked away but he pulled my ankles together and I flopped on the bed. He got the buckles loose and tossed them against, the wall. My breathing got weird all of a sudden. I had a funny thing about my feet. Maybe I was just born that way. They were more sensitive than those of a normal person. I couldn't hardly stand to walk through sand barefooted. Even a stiff carpet could make me weak in the knees. All those prickles pushing up between my toes… And now Barry was trying to kiss me there.

"Barry… don't… Ohhhhh!"

"I love your feet. They're so small and thin."

"Barry!" I kicked free somehow, Barry fell alongside me and hugged my silk-sheathed body to his. He was warm. Our hearts thumped loud in the darkened room. He took my hand and pushed it down against his crotch.

"Unzip me," he breathed, tongue wetting my earlobe.

"Why should I?"

"You look fantastic in red, you know that?" He fingered my ear. "Because your hair is so dark, I guess."

Barry was trying to get under the hem of my dress again. I didn't really want to get him too worked up… well, not so that he'd freak out or anything. A guy had done that to me once when we'd parked out by the lake. He'd threatened to commit suicide if I didn't let him screw me. I didn't let him. He survived. But the vibes had been mean.

Still and all, if I kept letting Barry get his hand under my clothes, he'd think it was some kind of conquest and push all the harder for what he really wanted. Maybe I'd have more control if I was doing the touching.

I fingered his zipper teasingly. Boy, did I know how to tease!

"Promise you'll be good."

"I promise!" Barry gasped. He stopped moving his hand but let it rest halfway up my thigh. His touch felt a little too good for me to be comfortable.

"Take your hand out from under my dress, please." I knew how to make my voice as cold as ice cubes. Barry moved his fingers down to my knee. Then I unzipped him. He fumbled his belt loose quickly. I hadn't had that in mind, but…

"Here… Jesus…" Barry was yanking the front of his shorts down, too. I'd only meant to rub his cock through the thickness of the cotton. To get his balls to aching and then take off to the kitchen for a drink or something. I'd done that to lots of guys. When their balls got to aching, they usually didn't want to do much anyway. Pet and stop. That's how I did it. Tease and lie back, tease and slow down. Oh, God, it was kind of mean, but I couldn't help but get off on seeing a guy wilt. They all thought they were so much better than girls. Big deal. They weren't shit to me.

"Come on… you're not afraid to touch it, are you?"

"Course not," I said, wrapping my fingers lightly round the base of his prick. It was hotter than I'd thought it would be. I'd only brushed a boy's cock with my palm once… by accident. But I didn't want Barry to think this was my first time. God, his cock was big! I could feel the hot, pulsing veins under my fingers. I let my palm slide upwards until the ridged part of his prick bumped against the edge of my forefinger. Barry's head fell to one side and he had a dreamy look. He moved his hips upwards, jabbing his cock through the circle of my fingers. He kept moving like that, kept pumping, fucking my hand and grunting.

I got the idea. He was on his back now, pants pulled down a little, legs spread. I knelt over him, working my fingers up and down. The rigid, hot meat swelled suddenly in my grasp. I hadn't believed it possible for it to get bigger… but it sure was!

There was enough light leaking from the bathroom for me to see it now. And my eyes were adjusted to the gloom. I could see a lot of things. The panting, slack look on Barry's face. The way his chest heaved under his shirt. But I kept staring at that strange thing that grew from his crotch. It was white and long and hot. Veins swelled out of the smooth skin all the way up to the head. And then everything changed. The tip was kind of spongy and fat. It was bigger than the rest of his prick and formed a kind of barb that throbbed bigger every time I brought my fingers up against it. It was darker, too… almost purple.