Teaching Patti Ch. 3

So, how's Patti doing?" asked my little sister, as she shoveled a spoonful of cereal past her braces.

"Who?" I asked, startled.

"Patti! Patti Cielo. She's in your show. She's a friend of mine." she explained, dribbling a little milk.

Holy shit! Patti and my little sister were friends! Well, that was going to put a damper on my fantasy life. I'd been jerking off to Patti's smell, Patti's feel, and the incredible memory of Patti masturbating, for two weeks now. I'd kept the fantasies afloat, despite her being only a teen, and I was loving every cum-soaked, libidinous minute of it, but with my sister in the picture, my little baby sister Kelly who eats Frosted Flakes like a messy toddler and still reads the back of the cereal box, the whole lustful, sexy fantasy thing collapsed, and Patti again became just another shy, little kid to me. Damn. I suddenly felt very perverted, and very old. Oh well, I had a good run. And thank God I never tried anything with her.

"She's coming over tonight." continued Kelly, tipping her bowl to slurp the last of the milk. "We've got some work to do on an article we're doing for Viewpoint." Viewpoint was the school paper.

"I didn't know you wrote, Kelly."

"Oh, yeah." she said, burping. " I'm okay, but Patti's really good. Though she sucks at interviews."

"Why?"

Kelly shrugged. "Too shy. She's probably gonna' stay over."

Stay over? Ah-hah! My fantasy wasn't about to die, yet. Little Patti was sleeping over tonight. Kelly's room was right next to mine. Patti and I would be sharing a bathroom. The thought of being in such close, intimate quarters with the object of my sweaty little fantasies made the whole sister/friend thing disappear, and I could feel a stirring in my shorts.

Now, having Patti sleep overnight presented an opportunity I never thought I'd have. You see, I very much wanted to see Patti naked. Yeah, yeah, I'd seen her boobs and her panties, and watched her masturbate herself to orgasm, and had a quick shot of her wispy pubic hair, and even smelled her sweet, tangy juice, but I hadn't actually seen her pussy. And I wanted to. Badly. Imagine the fantasies that glorious sight would inspire. I could feel cock getting all smooth and twitchy just thinking about it. I had to figure out some way to see Patti in the buff; I would never have a chance like this again.

But no matter what I came up with I couldn't figure out how to arrange the situation. There was no place to hide in the bathroom, or in Kelly's room. My parents didn't have a video camera I could hide anywhere. There was no roof or tree branch outside any appropriate window where I could sit in the dark and peek. No holes in the bedroom wall. Nothing. My perverted little brain couldn't come up with anything. So I suffered through dinner, staring at Patti's beautiful little face, wishing I could see more.

Patti was sweet, and shy, and I could tell that she was uncomfortable around me. She laughed at all my jokes and smiled whenever I entered the room, but would never initiate a conversation, or look directly at me. Kelly said that she really like me and thought I was a great director, but I think she was feeling more, and was just too inexperienced and too shy to say so. I think she had a crush on me.

The girls retreated upstairs much too soon in the evening. I could hear them giggling and typing in Kelly's room, and then I saw the light go out under the door, as they went straight to bed. Somehow I missed the "bumping into her in the hallway in her pajamas on her way to brush her teeth" moment. I didn't even get to see what she'd be sleeping in. Damn.

I went to my own bed, frustrated, and without any new mental pictures to conjure up so I could relive myself. I tried masturbating to the dressing room memory, but my bed was creaking so much, and I was afraid Patti would hear it in the next room. So I jumped out of bed, too horny to sleep, went downstairs, and watched a little late night TV. Not being a pajama guy, I threw my jeans and T-shirt back on, not worrying about underwear.

I sat there for two hours, flipping through the channels, watching the girls on the late night phone sex commercials, trying to get hot so I could jerk off. But those girls were all too whorish, too over the top sexy, too plastic Barbi-dollish, too heavily make-upped for me. Fresh little Patti put them all to shame. I never opened my pants.

I was about to give up and go to bed when I heard someone come softly walking down the hallway. It was Patti, creeping softly into the TV room.

"Hi." she said from the doorway.

"Hi." I said, lowering the TV volume. "Did I wake you up?"

"Nah." she said. "Can't hear anything up there. I was just looking for some milk."

"Can't sleep?"

She sighed. "This stupid article. We didn't finish it and we're going to have to ask Miss Reno for an extension. I'm never late with anything."

"You've been busy with the show."

"I know. But still, I hate being late." she pouted.

It was chilly, and her nipples poked out nicely from her thin T-shirt. She wore no bra. Her sweat pants clung tightly to her hips, and the contour of her panties were visible, pushed out by her mons. Her hair was tied back, making her face seem even smaller and younger. She looked good enough to eat.

"You want me to get you some milk?"

"Thanks, okay."

I brought her back a glass and she gulped it down, never moving from the hallway.

"So what's the article on?" I asked. And so we chatted, me from the couch, she from the hallway, still to shy to come all the way into the room. After a while I noticed that she was shivering. "You're cold." I said. "Go to bed, or come here and sit down."

"Whatcha' watching?" she said, joining me on the couch. She pulled her feet up and rubbed her legs, trying to stay warm.

"Nothing. Just flipping. C'mere."

I started rubbing her shoulders and calves, trying to warm her up. It wasn't a massage like before, just a brisk, brotherly rub down to push the goose-bumps away. Her T-shirt and sweats were very thin, and I got a real good feel for her body. It was tight and firm, and responded so well to my touch. She really let me guide her, her limbs pushing and relaxing at my bidding.

"Warm?" I said, taking my hands off her finally.

"Yes", she murmured. Hell, she almost purred.

I leaned back on the sofa, and so did she. My arm was above her on the edge of the couch, and when she leaned back it felt natural to slip it down around her shoulder. At the touch of my hand on her shoulder she naturally curled up into the crook of my arm. And that's how we sat for a long time, watching the tube, in silence, my arm around her, both of us pretending that we weren't really touching.

I swear I heard voices, alarm bells. Something inside me said "Mistake! Mistake!" I had my arm around her. She was a student. "Bong! Bong! Bong!" went the bells. "Pound! Pound! Pound!" went my heart. "What the hell are you doing?" said the voice. "Run! Flee! Abandon couch!"

But she felt so warm and tiny and smelled so good, like fresh apples and lemon lotion, too intoxicating to resist, and I fell into her, drunk with lust. I leaned back more, slowly moving closer to her little body, lowering my hand on her shoulder, holding her more tightly, pressing up against her a bit more urgently. And she matched me, curling her legs a bit more towards mine, placing a hand on my knee, lowering her head, her hair brushing against my nostrils, the heat of her cheek on my chest.

She moved first. She looked up at me. Her breathing was rapid. She just stared at me, her lips inches from mine . She had kept her feelings inside, but they couldn't stay buried any more. Her face was pinched, and anxious. Her black eyes were wide, and full of portent and meaning, and seemed to say, "Please, I want this.".

I knew she wanted me to kiss her. And I knew it would be an amazing kiss. But she was so young! And I was her director! In a high school show! And she knew my sister! And we were on my parent's couch! There weren't enough ways of getting into trouble here. So I didn't kiss her. I just smiled.

She stared a few seconds longer, a quizzical look on her face, and turned back to the TV, embarrassed. I felt terrible for leaving her hanging like that. She had exposed herself, she had let me see her longing, and I threw it back at her. I didn't say anything, or do anything. I felt terrible. I gave her shoulder a friendly rub, and pulled her even closer to me, letting her know that everything was okay. Her hand fell onto my thigh. Lord! She wasn't making this easy. Her body felt so good, so fresh and willing. I could smell the skin of he neck. If she looked at me like hat again--!

And then she did.

She turned to me, a tear in her eye. Her head was tilted, her lips were moist and parted, ready to be kissed. I stared at her. I wanted her. I couldn't stop myself. I placed my hand on the back of her head, pulled her into me, and kissed her, crushing her lips against mine. Her arms embraced me around the back, and she squeezed herself against me. I could feel her soft breasts press against my chest. I could feel her hard nipples through the flimsy T-shirt. We breathed together, sharing our mouths hungrily, tongues exploring. God! I'd forgotten what it was like to kiss a teenage girl. We wrestled together for nearly 30 minutes on that couch, but all we did was kiss. Half an hour! Jesus, it had been years since I'd done nothing but kiss for thirty minutes! Hands exploring, bodies pressing, breathing rapid.

Finally I decided to chance something more. I kissed down her soft, white neck, and with each kiss she let out a small whimper. She was so responsive to every touch, every kiss, ever pressure. I bit her neck, and she nearly exploded with pleasure, her back arching up against me. I moved my hands to her throat, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. I moved my hands down slowly, testing, seeing how far she'd let me go. I got to the top of her breasts, and she kissed me harder. I felt her boobs through her shirt. Christ! So firm and hard and full, and the nipples were like rocks.

The alarm bells were constant now. This was insane! I kept thinking she'd stop me, and she almost did when I touched her breasts, cupping them in my hand -- she faltered, shook a bit, then kissed me even harder, pressing her chest into my hand.

And now I didn't care. I didn't care that she was 18. I didn't care that I was her director. I didn't care about anything. I wanted her.

I put a hand against her tummy, and tickled her exposed navel with one finger, testing her to see if I could get up her shirt. She pulled her shirt down, but when I tried again there was no resistance, so I put my whole hand flat on her naked belly, rubbing her skin, slowly inching my way up under the T. Her breathing quickened, and she tensed up a bit, and I knew she was asking herself if she should let me go this far.

I started licking her neck, and biting her more, trying to get her all hot and bothered. It worked. In fact she nearly fainted, and I moved my hand further up her chest. No resistance this time. I was almost at her tits, and she knew it. She grabbed me tightly, took her lips from mine and held her breath, waiting for the caress. I took one boob in hand, squeezing and weighing it, and pinched the nipple.

Her body began to quiver, and knew she was close to cumming. So, without warning, I attacked. I threw her whole shirt up, exposing her beautiful tits, dove in and started sucking on them furiously. She was shocked, and made an effort to push me away, but I was moving too fast. I knew she was close and wouldn't stop me. As I bit her nipple she stopped pushing and started pulling me down harder. "Oh...Oh...Oh...my God..." she gasped, starting to shake. I timed it perfectly. Just as she was ready to cum I shoved my thigh between her legs and pressed it against her pussy.

The girl exploded. Her whole body shook, and tears came to her eyes. Wave after wave sweep over her body. She twitched and turned something fierce, but I held her, pinned down, and wouldn't let go, pressing against her pussy until she came again and again.

It took her a good ten minutes to calm down. She was in tears. My cock was ready to burst through my pants, but I made no effort to rush her. She hadn't yet touched me there. She clearly had no experience at all, and I didn't want to scare her. I decided that I wouldn't be the one to open my jeans.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes." she whimpered. She couldn't speak without quivering. "That felt so really good."

We lay like that for a while, then started kissing again. I did a little more exploring, but when I tried to slip a hand over her pussy, or inside her pants she would stop me, and we'd go back to kissing. After the third time I said "I know what you're scared of. We won't do anything you're not ready for. I just want to make you feel good. If you want, I'll promise to keep my pants on."

"You'd do that?"

"Sure."

"But won't that be - frustrating for you?"

I smiled, because she was actually embarrassed to let me know that she knew about men being "frustrated". My cock was rock hard, and she could feel it pressing against her leg. "No!" I said, obviously frustrated. "It'll be great! Just great!"

She laughed, and relaxed, feeling she could trust me. I kissed her on the lips, and she instantly fell back into passion, closing her eyes and moaning. I ran my hand down her stomach to the top of her sweat pants, teasing her belly with my finger. I slipped one finger under the top of her pants and felt the band of her panties. I could feel her tremble a bit, her stomach pulling in a bit at my touch, so I lingered there, kissing her, until she relaxed, letting the newness of the experience be enough for the moment.

With my finger I lifted the band of her panties and massaged the area under the top of her underwear. Her skin was hot and smooth, and this time she pressed herself up against my hand. I felt the bony area of her pelvis, and slipped down further, dipping towards the hollow of her pussy, and coming up against a few soft, wispy hairs. I could smell her oils now, a fresh, tangy, teenage odor.

I pushed my hand in all the way into her pants, but went I past her pussy, and right to her thighs. Her eyes were closed, and her head was twitching back and forth, and she was moaning. A man had his hand in her pants! I massaged her slippery thighs, watching her stiffen, waiting for me touch her "there". I tickled around her hairs, then watched her little angel face as I lightly touched her pussy. "OHHHHH!" she moaned, instantly arching her back. Her eyes opened, and rolled back in their sockets. Her chin was trembled, and there were tears in her eyes. I think she was a little scared, but too turned on to make me stop.

Her pubic hair was soft and fine and drenched with cum. I wiggled through the dewy field and slid a finger into her pussy, just a bit, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She grabbed my arm, pulling it down, bucking against my hand as I finger-fucked her. She felt incredible. So responsive, so wet! I couldn't believe this teenager was humping my finger.

Her thighs tightened around my hand, and her body started to vibrate. She was ready to cum again. But since I was going to keep my pants on, I wanted her to have the fantasy of really making love. So, keeping my finger in her pussy, I pushed my hips between her legs, as if I were mounting her. From her position, it would look and feel like I was. I leaned down to her and whispered.

"Do you trust me?"

She looked up at me. "Yes." she whimpered.

"I'm going to fuck you."

And then I started to pump, as if I were fucking her. With each thrust I shoved my finger in and out of her wet tunnel. Her thighs were wrapped around me. From where she lay it must have seemed very much like she was getting royally fucked. Her pussy tightened even more around my finger. She looked up at me, her lover, fucking her pussy. She was in heaven. I knew she was feeling very dirty and very sexy and very adult, but it wasn't really intercourse, so she didn't have any reason to be inhibited, and this freed her. She fucked me back, swaying her hips in rhythm with my thrusting. "Nuh...Nuh...Nuh...Nuh...Nuh!" she groaned. We fucked her like that for a solid ten or fifteen minutes, and I think she orgasmed all the way through it. Finally, she convulsed and plopped back onto the sofa, spent. I pulled my finger out of her with a squishy "Pop", and she quivered at my retreat.

I wanted to look her. All of her. So I pulled off her T-shirt over her head, and rolled down her panties, lifting her legs to slip them off her feet. I looked down at her. A beautiful young girl, naked, glistening with sweat, her thighs slippery with cum, shuddering with orgasm.

"Oh my God, oh my God…" she kept saying, looking at me with those big, black, adoring eyes. She parted her thighs and I could see her pretty little pussy, puffed open, wet and inviting. I wanted so badly to open my jeans, take out my cock and fuck her right there, for real! But I kept my promise, and kept my pants on.

As her legs parted her girlish odor wafted up to my nose, and I inhaled her heady scent. I had to taste her, so I lowered my face between her legs, and sniffed greedily. "What are you doing?" she asked, nervously. The smell drove me mad, and I licked her slick thighs, bathing her loins with my tongue. "Ah! Ah!" she squealed as I smacked my lips, lapping at her tangy cum dribbles. My nose buried itself in her hole, rode up her crack, until my tongue met her cunt, and I tasted that sweet little pussy that I had only smelled before. She shrieked, and I prayed that we really were far enough from the bedrooms that no one could hear us. It was a big house, but if my mother or sister should wake up and come downstairs and catch me fucking and fingering and licking little Patti Cielo --- Geez!

Patti continued to shriek. "No, don't do that!" she was saying, pushing my head away from her cunt. But I knew she loved the feel of my tongue on her pussy, and she slowly stopped trying to push me away. She was delicious, so tart and fresh. I ran my tongue all over her soft labia, flicking her clit, and darting into her tunnel. I could have ate her out all night. She was so sweet tasting, and responsive to slightest breath. She began humping my face, pushing my head down between her legs. "Mark, I can't take it! I can't take it!" she gasped, still pushing my head down, wetting my face with her juices.

But then, another perverted thought came into my mind. Here was this perfect little virgin, letting me do whatever I wanted to her little body. I wanted to try something, mostly because I didn't think I'd ever get a chance like this again.

I turned her over. Lord what an ass! Round and smooth. A young girl's ass! How many times in high school did I want to see just this? I gave her ass a light slap, and she shrieked again. I put that little fact away. I knew I couldn't do any real slapping here -my parents would definitely wake up. Instead I spread her legs a little bit, slipped my finger inside her pussy, climbed on top of her, and began "fucking" her from behind. My jeans were still tightly shut, but she could feel me on top of her, and she could feel me humping her ass, and she could feel my finger inside her pussy. Again I was giving her a major fantasy, which again she resisted at first, but then allowed as lust swept over her. She was getting fucked doggy-style, and without the anxiety of having a cock inside her. She buried her face inside a pillow cushion, and screamed. She pushed her ass up against me and I fucked her hard.

Then I slowed down. She pushed her ass up against me, wanting me to continue. I leaned down to her ear and again whispered. "Do you trust me?"