Heather Brown: Blow girl

The blood rushed to my face, but not for the reason Margot assumed. Suddenly, I didn't want to talk with Margot about Jeff any more.

"Look, kitten," she said, her tone becoming serious and concerned. "I know I haven't been much of a mother to you, but better late than never. I'd like to give you some advice. Don't take any chances. And I mean not any! Just ask me, J can tell you how easy it is to get pregnant."

I was shocked. Pregnant? It had never entered my mind. Sure, I knew how babies were made, but it hadn't occurred to me that it could happen to me. In all of the fucking I had done I had never taken any precautions. Margot's warning shocked me into reality, and I resented her for doing it.

She was trying to be diplomatic and said, "Now, I'm certainly not saying that you plan to go to bed with this boy, but that's what I thought the night you were conceived. But, thank God, the pill's available now! Maybe you'd better see Dr. Gray and get a prescription."

Suddenly, I was no longer a child, feeling free to do whatever I pleased. I became acutely aware for the first time that I was a young woman, and there were potential consequences to my actions. I can't let this happen to me, I thought in a panic. I can't get pregnant! I can't wind up like Margot! I stared at her, feeling sudden revulsion. I pushed away from the table. "I'm not like you," I choked, blinded by my tears. "Grandma didn't make me frigid, but she did teach me right from wrong."

"Hear! Hear!" Margot retorted, more amused than angry. "Hail the fair maiden with her marvelous, untried moral standards!"

"Don't make fun of me!" I cried out. "I am decent, the way Grandma was, and I will be decent," Margot's attitude confused me into turning the issue completely around in my mind. I was resentful that she had shocked me into concern over getting pregnant. And my concern over not winding up like her forced me into a position where I began to defend the innocence which she attributed to me, but which I actually didn't have. At that moment, I made the decision that I was going to be everything that Margot wasn't, and made the immediate decision that sex was out from now on, now that I was a proper young lady.

"I appreciate your high moral plane," Margot said, "but take my advice and see Dr. Gray-just in case."

"Never!" I screamed, and I ran to my room, slamming the door. I was determined to prove I was not the kind of girl who needed to be concerned about things like birth control pills.

I fell in love with Jeff on our first date, and I could tell he felt the same way about me. He held my hand all through the movie and, later, while we were sipping our malts, he didn't take his eyes off my face.

"You're so beautiful," he said in a husky, awed voice.

"Thank you," I whispered. For the first time I was glad I'd inherited Margot's beauty.

"You will go out with me again, won't you?" he asked anxiously.

"Oh, yes!" I dried, then added, "Any time you say."

"Maybe we could go swimming tomorrow," he said eagerly. "That is, if you like swimming in the ocean."

"There's a pool at our apartment house," I suggested happily.

"That's super!" he said, and just sat devouring me with his eyes.

Jeff kissed me good night at the door. It was a swift, self-conscious kiss that didn't last more than a second, but it was the first good-night kiss on my first date, and it was beautiful. At that moment it seemed more overpowering than all of the raw sex in the world. But that night I dreamed of Jeff, and in a dream over which I had no control things developed far beyond a chaste good-night kiss. It was a wild dream. He held me in his arms, kissing me the way the man and woman do in the movies, long and deeply. There was even music in the background. Then, abruptly, the music stopped. Jeff pulled himself back to arm's length and said, "Look at me," and suddenly there were three of him, all naked with huge stiff cocks.

Feeling my nipples becoming erect and my crotch tightening, I looked down at myself and discovered I was now completely nude, also. The three Jeffs advanced toward me, their cocks getting bigger all the time. I screamed in terror, but some unseen force was controlling my body and forced it down on its back, spread eagling its legs so that my smoldering cunt beckoned with its throbbing, dripping lips obscenely wide open.

The three of them took me all at once, one of them fucking my cunt all the way to the hilt, another ramming his giant prick all the way to his balls in my tight ass, and the third sitting on my face and forcing his cock down my throat. In the dream they all withdrew their cocks from me at once, and ejaculated endless gobs of jism on my face and tits.

I placed my hands in the pools of cum and rubbed it wildly all over me, licking my lips to get whatever I could in my mouth, massaging it into my hair, rubbing handfuls of it over my tits and belly, smearing it into the curls of my cunt hair. Then, sticking my gooey fingers wherever there was an opening-in my mouth, my eyes, my ears, my belly button, my ass, my cunt-I writhed my way to an incredible orgasm that only ended when I abruptly woke up alone in my bed, my cunt drenched and the air filled with the smell of sex.

I was both incredibly turned on and incredibly frightened. All of a sudden the date with Jeff the next day seemed threatening to me. But, after getting myself together, I told myself that it was only a dream, and nothing could make me do anything on the date the next day I didn't want to. Finally, I went back to sleep.

I had on my bathing suit when Jeff arrived the next afternoon. Margot and her current man had gone somewhere for the day. When I opened the door, Jeff stared at me, speechless, his face flushed.

"Come in," I said. "My mother's out, but it's all right. You do have your bathing trunks?" It was a stupid question, since I could see he had them in his hand, but with all the pressure I was under after the previous night's dream, I was nervous.

He nodded that he had his trunks.

"You can change in the bathroom," I said, sounding breathless.

I was beginning to understand exactly what that dream was trying to tell me. Sudden, unexpected attraction between a boy and a girl can be dynamite when they're alone. After a few minutes alone it was already that way between Jeff and me. We were both aware of its force, and neither of us knew how to control it. It made us self-conscious, and at the same time it drew us together magnetically.

When Jeff emerged from the bathroom in his swimming trunks there was no way I couldn't help but notice the bulge of his cock and balls in them. Then, downstairs, in the heated pool, our bodies kept coming together and the insistent bulge of his hard cock kept pushing and brushing against me. We'd cling for a moment, his prick feeling as tough it were trying to tear through the cloth that was keeping it from jutting free. We would break apart, both of us apparently aware of how closely we were tempting fate. But, then, after a while, we would be touching again. Finally, we got out of the pool and lay down on the deck, looking at one another but saying little. It was around five when we went up to change.

"It was fun, wasn't it?" I asked as I opened the door.

Jeff nodded, and as soon as we were inside, he kissed me, just like he had in my dream. Our nearly nude bodies clung together, and I felt the most beautiful, demanding, frightening rush of desire I'd ever known. I didn't know whether to pull away or press closer. I had to call upon all of my self-control to resist slipping my hand into his trunks and wrapping my shaking fingers around his stiff cock. When the kiss ended, I had a hard time breathing.

Just as I was getting myself composed, Jeff grabbed me again and started a second kiss that was even more passionate than the first. His cock seemed so hard against me that I couldn't help but wonder if it was not out of his trunks. The temptation grew too great to resist and this time I moved my hand down to his groin. The swelling was immense. I rubbed my hand over the straining cotton of his bathing suit and then slid it down under the elastic at the top. I cupped his hot balls and the base of his cock in my hand and began a pulsating squeeze. He moaned in pleasure and I knew there was no turning back.