Joan Kelly: Hungry for boys

I was ready to scratch the itch at my cunt when a voice startled me.

"Shelby, you sure are tall for a girl… aren't you?" Billy Powell squinted up at me. The sun off the water of the lake threw shards of light across his tanned back. I squeezed more lotion from the bottle and dabbed the end of his nose white.

"I guess I am taller than most chicks." I watched him tense under my cool hand. I rubbed the lotion over his shoulders and made circles down his back. Billy, beautiful Billy. His ass rose up impudently from the plane of his narrow back.

"Hey, how old are you?" Billy asked, turning again.

"I'm twenty-eight. How old are you?"

"Eighteen." He put his chin back on his crossed wrists.

I spread the oil, let my fingers ripple over his sides. It was too early for anyone to be down at the pool and I was glad. I'd only come down myself when I'd seen Billy strolling with his towel across the grassy inner courtyard of our apartment complex. I'd been his friend for a couple of months.

"You didn't tell me how tall you are."

"Oh, about five-seven barefooted."

"Five feet and seven inches?" Billy's eyes were big. I nodded. "That's almost as tall as my dad!"

"I don't think I'm going to get any taller," I laughed. "Do you think I should?" Billy laughed. "I don't care."

"Where's your mother?" My voice shook but only I knew why.

Billy scratched behind his neck. "She's gone shopping. I'm not supposed to come down to the pool when she's gone, but since you're here…"

"Have you had lunch?" My hand stroked the backs of his thighs.

"Gonna make a sandwich later." He scratched the itch again. "Mom left a Coke in the refrigerator."

My fingers were straying. There was nothing I could do about it. He was so beautiful, so sunburnished and fresh. I massaged up the inside of one, slender thigh. Billy showed nothing that might tell me he was becoming excited from my rubbing. My cunt tingled with anticipation, enjoyed his own anticipation too. We were playing a little game… or at least I was. I watched the rise and fall of his back. Had his breathing quickened?

"What do you do at home alone all day… now that school's out?"

"Oh, sometimes kids come over. Ron Hanks, he's a friend of mine. Ron brings girls too when their mothers don't know."

"That sounds like fun." I was smiling at my own attempt to sound innocent. "What do you and the girls do?" I held my breath. Asking too much scared me.

"Things."

"I bet you kiss, don't you? I remember when I was a little girl and boys kissed me." Billy was silent. "Hey, aren't you going to tell me?" I prodded him in the ribs and laughed. His tension broke. He turned half on his side. The tight trunks didn't hide his erection.

"Yeah, we kiss." Billy pushed his brown hair back from his forehead. His eyes traced the curves of my bikini top, dropped shyly away. "Ron does more than that." He rolled back onto his stomach, chin on wrist like before.

I moved my fingers into the warmth of his thighs, up high against the bulge of his balls through the swimming trunks. His breathing went shallow, stopped. Was I really here at the pool doing this or was it a daydream?

"That feels weird…" Billy was blushing.

I pulled my hand back, put the lid on the suntan lotion. Game over. But then Billy looked at me. Those big, soft eyes… I felt myself slipping into them.

"Look, why don't you come up to my apartment. I can make you a sandwich and we'll have a Coke…" What was I saying… doing?

"You mean it?" Eyes bright. He pushed up on his knees.

"Sure, let's go."

A half an hour later Billy wolfed his sandwich. Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, looking around curiously.

"You sure got a nice place."

"Glad you like it." I longed to touch him, to hug his slenderness against my tits… longed to kiss his chapped lips. And I was afraid of my longing. Where had this madness begun? In high school I was just a child myself. In college I had the usual messy affairs. Hurried fucks in music practice rooms, in cars, in an occasional motel.

I went to Bruce's liquor cabinet and poured myself a Scotch. Bruce wouldn't be home for a while. Busy, busy hubby Bruce. I looked at the boy across the room as if I were seeing him for the first time. Billy scratched a peeling shoulder. I trembled, wishing I knew what was happening to me. The afternoon seemed suspended over my head. What did I want to do anyway?

"Would you kiss me, Billy?" I blurted. A long sip from my glass as I watched. I was extending the game.

"Kiss?" He looked at me like I was crazy.

"I'm curious. You told me about kissing girls and I wanted to know how good a kisser you are."

His face reddened. "I don't know."

I sauntered over, put a hand out to touch the side of his head. The feel of his hair made me crazy with want. I smiled, tilted my head. "You scared?"

"I'm not scared!" His eyes met mine bravely. I dropped a hand to his shoulder, matched it on the other side.

His small hands brushed shyly against my hips and stayed there. I closed my eyes, lost in the glory. Between my legs the heat spread and I could feel moisture seeping out from the tingling folds of my cunt. The top of Billy's head came to my nose. He tilted his face back, lips grim.

"You're not very relaxed." My smile broke through his timidity and the corners of his lips turned up.

"I never kissed a… grown woman before." His hand trembled where it sweated against my bare side. Our lips brushed dryly. The kiss was warm but Billy never let me feel his tongue. I was breathing hard and didn't bother to hide it.

"You kiss fine," I lied. He was, of course, terrible. And at the same time exquisite. I patted his ass, dying to pull the damp trunks down. He had relaxed some, snuggled close against my belly. Our bodies warmed where they touched.

I caressed the nape of his neck, tilted his head back again and this time let him feel the tip of my tongue. Billy touched my tongue with his and then hid it in the hot recesses of his mouth. I wanted to shove my own tongue deep but controlled the itch. We hugged again and I could feel the whiskey working.

"Let me show you my bedroom," I said. He took the words with the innocence of a boy who doesn't always assume what bedrooms on quiet afternoons are usually used for. Walking down the hall with my arm around his shoulders didn't cool my fires. The rub of my loins against my skimpy bikini added fuel. By the time we stood at the end of my bed, I was flushed. My breasts were soft feeling, the nipples like hard buttons. I put a hand on his belly, felt out the shallow navel. Taboo, taboo!

"I like you very much, Billy."

"I like you too, Shelby." He nuzzled his lips against my neck, put his slender arms around my body and held me like he thought a man might do. I held him back at arm's length.

"I want to look at you," I said.

Billy cast his eyes down. "You make me feel funny always looking at me…"

I pinched his chin. "And I haven't even seen all of you yet."

He looked towards the door. "I don't know… I think maybe I better be getting home."

My heart was pounding, half with the fear of what I wanted to do and half with panic that I might lose this scrumptious boy after I'd gotten him this far. "I'll take off my think if you'll…"

He reddened again. "I really don't know…"

"Close your eyes," I demanded, making it sound like a game.

Billy closed his eyes. His breathing was shallow and ragged. I took his small hand and pressed it palm down against my belly. I was able to get my bikini top loose with the other. I draped it over his wrist. Billy closed his eyes tighter still. I tossed the skimpy thing on the floor and gently urged his hand higher. His smooth, dry skin made me tingle. Even before he was touching the bottom swell of my tit, my nipple burned. He gasped as his thumb went into the softness. He began to squeeze, testing the way my tit gave. Billy's little finger grazed my nipple and he pulled back, but I made him touch it again.