John Romero - Coed camp

"Oh, Dan, darling, it's so good to hear your voice," she exclaimed. "I've missed you, honey. When can you come over?"

He found himself telling her that he'd be over in a half-hour or so, just as soon as he finished eating and had a shower.

"Hurry," she urged.

It was still not past sunset when he drove around to her house. He felt much better after his mother's delicious cooking. The shower and a change of clothes helped, too. It felt strange, wearing slacks and a sport shirt after two months of shorts and T-shirts.

Angie was waiting on the front porch of her house, and when he pulled up to the curb and hopped out of his MG, she came running down the front walk and threw herself into his arms. Before she said a word she covered his mouth with her soft full lips. It was a hot kiss and he felt the tip of her tongue tickling across the inside of his lips. Well, he thought, she is glad to see me again.

She pulled away and looked in his eyes. "Darling," was all she could say, and then she kissed him again.

It felt strange yet familiar, holding her lush curving body in his arms again, the firm tits braced against his chest, and the feel of her solid thighs pressed against his. He stroked her wavy honey-blonde hair and felt all the old feelings for Angie. She was his girl, all right. He breathed in the freshness of her healthy clean woman smell.

"We'd better go in the house before we create a scene out here," she said, laughing shakily as she pulled out of his arms and took him by the hand.

Her parents met him at the door as he walked up the steps. "Good to see you, Dan my boy," said Mr. Morgan, shaking his hand enthusiastically. "You look fit. Doesn't he look fit, dear?" He turned to his wife.

Mrs. Morgan gave Dan an affectionate kiss on the cheek, then they opened the door wider.

"Come in, come in," they said together, and Dan went into the spacious and comfortable living room.

They chatted for a few minutes, and Mr. Morgan offered Dan a drink. Dan declined politely.

"Well," said Mr. Morgan, standing up, "you'll have to excuse us. We have a dinner-dance commitment at the club tonight. But," he smiled broadly, "I'm sure you young people can get along very well without us."

"George!" Mrs. Morgan chided. She turned and kissed Angie, then Dan. "Have a nice time, dears."

"You too, Mother and Dad," Angie said, walking with her parents to the door."

"Where's Robbie?" Dan asked when Angie came back to the couch where he was seated.

"He's spending the weekend with one of his little friends," Angie said, a happy smile lighting her beautiful cover-girl face. "We're alone, Dan. Isn't it thrilling?"

She sat beside him and leaned against him. He put his arm about her shoulders and she turned her face up to him. He pressed his lips gently against hers, delighting in the soft sweetness of them. Then his kiss became more urgent as her lips opened wider apart and her quickening breath warmed inside his mouth. Automatically his right hand dropped down from her shoulders and slid under her arm and around to cup lightly over her jutting tit.

Instead of shrugging away, Angie pressed closer to him to make it easier for him to hold her tit. Dan felt a bit surprised at this, but encouraged, he fondled the large firm globe with more enthusiasm. He had felt Angie's boobs before but mainly only through the intervening layers of her dress and a bra, like now. Except on that last night before he went to camp he had never actually seen them bare, and that was only in the moonlight. He thought back over that evening, recalling how she had finally taken his cock out and jacked him off. He squeezed into her tit, enjoying the firm resiliency of it, and a familiar quiver shot through his cock. But only a quiver. It stayed limp in his pants.

Angie, however, was getting a reaction from his handling of her tit. "Darling," she breathed, and pressed herself tighter against him, twisting her supple body around to hold him in a soft embrace and kiss him hotly again and again. She ran her soft lips along the line of his jaw, over his neck and up his ear. She even blew a light puff of air in his ear.

Damn! Dan thought. Angie is really getting warmed up. It was just great. The faint perfume of her body seemed to become more tantalizingly noticeable as her breath came quicker.

She twisted her body again, this time to lie across his legs, her arms still about his neck as her body stretched out sinuously on the couch. She pulled his head down for another kiss, a long moist kiss with her tongue boldly searching inside his mouth and finally contacting his tongue. He felt her quiver, then tense as his tongue darted past hers and flicked rapidly in and out between her lips.

"Oh Dan," she groaned, pulling away from his lips, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Angie baby," he replied, burying his face in the hollow of her neck.

She leaned her head back, her long wavy hair spreading over his trousers legs, to let him run his lips hungrily along her smooth throat, down to the V of her shirt. Just the upper swell of her tits was exposed, and he flicked his tongue into the cleavage. Again her body tensed and she sighed. She raised her head up, and with her arm tight around his neck, she drew him to her in another long kiss.

Dan ignored her signals no longer. Quite clearly Angie was ready and willing for some advanced necking. Maybe his absence had made her heart grow much fonder. He laid his right hand on top of her thigh, then lightly caressed it, through her skirt, of course. Angie's mouth suddenly opened wide under his lips and she sucked in on him as if she would swallow him. Her kisses became wide-mouthed licking kisses, hot-breathed and wet.

More excited, Dan slid his hand down her thigh to the hem of her skirt and then to her bare leg. Without hesitating, he came up under her skirt, his hand sliding firmly along her silky skin, all the way up to the edge of her panties. Then he paused, tracing with his fingertip along the lacy border of her panties.

Her body stiffened harder. The arm about his neck tightened even more and her mouth worked as if she would suck him off through his mouth. He felt her other hand lift the bottom of his knit shirt and go under, gliding up across his bare chest, fondling the hair high on his chest, and fingering his tiny nipples.

Taking his hand from under her skirt, he put it on her tit again, squeezing much harder and trying to find the nipple under the fabric of her shirt and bra. He must have pinched it lightly, for she gasped.

She tore her mouth from his. "Oh Dan, Dan!" she moaned. "I want you, darling!"

"I want you too, baby," he said. "But I thought you were determined to wait until after we were married."

"I've thought about it all summer," she said. "And I know how much I want you, and you want me. And it isn't fair to wait when we want each other so much. I was afraid you'd think I was cheap if I let you have my body, but now I know I want you terribly, so much I can't stand not having you."

Dan was excited by the prospect of finally sinking his cock into her lush fragrant body, but he was also a bit nervous. Pussy-whipped, he thought. Damn! His cock wasn't even getting hard. At the beginning of the summer, the night before he went to camp, he had had a first-class stone-ache, he wanted her so badly.

Angie was raising up, her sensual body sliding against him as she came up to a sitting position. Then she stood up.

"But what if you should,get pregnant, honey," he protested.

"Oh, shut up, darling. I've started taking the pill."

She took his hand and he followed her across the living room to the stairs. "Oh, wait a minute," she said, and ran back across the room to the door. She shot the bolt on the door so that even with a key, her parent's couldn't come in, if they should for some unexpected reason come home early.