Joan Kelly - Hungry for boys

"Yeah, he'll be here."

"Good." She waved. "See ya in an hour." Gone. Watching her drift up the sidewalk and out of sight, I realized just how weird the afternoon had been. Lorrie was one out-of-sight little chick.

I knew where the party was going before Warren finished his second hamburger for dinner. Lorrie had been giving him the eye and not being very coy about it either. I was tickled seeing him so confused. I guessed that he really wanted to be with me. Lorrie had made sure she was hanging close to him though. She laughed at everything he did and said, took every opportunity to touch him even if it was in a kidding way.

I wanted Warren too, but I couldn't keep my eyes off Keith. Shorter, tanner and with that stringy bunch of long hair… he seemed exotic after hearing what Lorrie had told me about his adventures.

We drank some beer. Keith didn't want any and opened a bottle of pop instead. I was starting to get nervous about smoking any grass… I couldn't swear that everybody was cool about it just because they seemed cool. But borne brought out a joint and lit up. Keith had two hits and passed. I was piggy and wiped myself out. But the buzzy high did what I wanted it to. It broke down my sense of propriety, I wasn't the oldest at the table anymore, nor the person who was supposed to mind the shop at all times.

Then Keith put his hand on my knee under the table. What a cocky little dude, he was! I looked at him in mock challenge, but his fingers only squeezed harder. His hand was hot and small and smeared with dust from the street.

I sneaked my own hand under and squeezed his fingers in mine. The effect on my cunt was devastating. Half in confusion, half in fear, I got up from the table and put the dirty dishes in the sink.

Lorrie had at last captured Warren's attention. She had worn a net top and he was starting to try and find her nipple on the other side of the almost transparent material. She had donned a dress for the occasion, too, but she acted as if she were still in jeans. She scratched high up on her thigh, didn't bother pulling down the hem when she squatted or sat. In a moment or two they disappeared into the shop "to look at an old minor."

I was rinsing off the last dish when Keith came up behind me and nuzzled against my back. I turned, pressed a hand against his cowboy shirt. He had worn boots, too, and our eyes met almost at the same level. He kissed me roughly. I was so surprised that I felt like someone his own age, a shy little schoolgirl.

"Hey, don't you even give a girl a warning?"

He seemed a little off balance. I could see that his base of experience wasn't as broad as he pretended. He kissed me again and this time we hugged each other tightly. I could feel the heat from his chest, the hardness of his buckle against my belly.

Holding his face still, I kissed him like I wanted to be kissed. Slowly, lots of tongue, lots of brushing tickles… not quite touching.

"See, you touch with your mouth… I can feel it."

He blushed. "That does feel nice, I guess." He had the high cheekbones, the raw Western look of a young cowhand.

"Are you tan like this all over?"

"Maybe not everywhere." This time there was no shyness. He watched my eyes. I felt naughty and seductive. I was dying to uncover this stud who'd fucked his sister.

"Let's go in here," I said, leading him towards my bedroom. "I want to see just how far this tan goes."

He let me unsnap his shirt and yank the tail out. His chest was hairless like Warren's and I smoothed my palms over it, licked a nipple until he winced and twisted away.

"That gets me." He undid his belt, sat on the edge of the bed. "Do girls like to do that to boys as much as boys like to do it to girls?"

"Depends on the girl, I guess." I pulled off his boots, peeled his socks, yanked at the tight Levi's until they came off all at once. I almost staggered against the wall.

He was skinny-limbed, white around the crotch where a pair of swim trunks had been. His cock was rigid, bobbing from a sparse tangle of brownish curls… hardly any hair at all. That pretty cock was white too. But everywhere else the smooth tan extended, even to the tops of his feet.

"You must swim a lot."

"There's an old hole up behind our place." He seemed completely at ease sitting there buck naked while I was still dressed. I broke out of my hazy, high trance and began to take off my own things. When I got down to my panties, I stopped.

"Maybe you'd like to take these off."

Keith stood behind me and edged the elastic down over my pelvis. When the crotch band came away from my pussy, it made a wet sound and I realized that the silk had been folded up inside my cunt. The friction of it being pulled away from my clit made me gasp.

"You got nice hips," Keith said.

His manner kept taking me by surprise. He wasn't seductive, or even very sexy with the way he touched, kissed, undressed. But the fact that he knew about fucking came through loud and strong.

We collapsed on the bed, wrapped in each other's embrace. I smoothed his matted, dusty hair and kissed his cheeks. He kissed back, no expert, but no dummy either. When we worked our mouths together finally, he tried to kiss like I'd showed him a moment before. I gave him my tongue as a reward. It started happening.

Keith went for my tongue hard, sucking at it, panting through his nose like crazy. My fingers touched the small of his back, searched for other happy spots… and found another. He liked me to touch the crack of his ass. Not deep, just lightly where the two muscled halves came together. He grunted like a greedy little pig.

With one hand tickling his ass and the other at the nape of his neck, I fed him more tongue, letting him suck until it hurt. He finally had to stop and breathe in huge lungfuls.

"Christ… you're lots different than other girls."

"I guess I'm not really a girl any more." Licked his nose. "Kind of wish I was." I was thinking of Lorrie's compact little body, her fresh, peach smooth face.

Keith nuzzled my neck. My skin dampened with his breath and I found his own neck with my tongue, then his chest and nipples. He writhed under the tickling friction and his ass moved spasmodically. It was like sensing his most basic instincts to feel that movement, that upward hunch which tightened the muscles in his back and thighs and buttocks. Those same contractions probably stimulated his prostate, I figured, and added tension to the nerves at the base of his cock.

He seemed to want to kiss my breasts, and happily I squirmed onto my back and pressed his mouth down. He'd done it before… I knew that. But he was a little afraid of hurting me. The texture of my nipples and the circle of softness surrounding my tit. I watched his tongue rub the tip of one nipple until I was holding my breath from wanting him to rub more.

"It won't hurt me," I whispered. "Bite my tit a little."

Keith nibbled. The sharp line of his teeth grasped my nipple, cut it tenderly with feeling. A rush of lust made me clutch his shoulders.

"Ohhhh Keith, that feels so sweet!"

He moved to the other breast and applied what he'd just learned. The nipple rose quickly out of its fleshy bed and he sucked it deep. I sensed hot blood rushing to my pussy.

A wild thought plunged me into feverish wiggling. My pussy needed eating so bad. Since Warren had made a half-assed attempt at it I'd been obsessed with the idea. And now I could easily imagine how fine Keith's full-lipped mouth would feel on my cunt. It was worth a try.

Gingerly I scooted upwards, pressing his head down at the same time. He kissed my tits, my belly… not very passionately, but good enough to make me thrill. I was anticipating more.

When Keith's chin brushed my pubic tangle, he cast grey eyes up at me. At that angle I realized just how much he really did look like his sister Lorrie. There was the trace of a smile on his lips, a smile that said he wanted to kiss me more, kiss me lower. I smiled back, widened my thighs. Almost as if I'd felt it, I knew he had seen my scorpion. Keith and I had been side by side. He hadn't really explored my body very thoroughly and the tattoo stayed pretty well hidden until I threw my knees wide and squatted. I thought often of how it lived there a few inches from one cuntlip, directly beneath my warm mound.