The Touch Ch. 05

The movies ended and Mum went through to the kitchen to make coffee and tea, I heard the front door bang again and Emma's running footsteps on the stairs, I was grateful she had stayed out, the three hours sitting between Mum and Maggie had been fantastic, I felt, warm, elated, horny, and frustrated all at the same time, but it had still been a terrific evening. Maggie and I followed Mum into the kitchen and we sat at the table with our hot drinks talking until Maggie looked at her watch and exclaimed, "It's gone mid-night....I had better be going!" I didn't want the atmosphere of the evening to end so I suggested that she stay the night in the spare room and when that failed offered to drive her home and walk back, but she said no and went home alone.

Mum and I stood in the doorway and waved as she pulled out of the drive, then closed the door and stood at the foot of the stairs. "I'm going to bed," Mum said and stifled a yawn, "it was a really nice day and a lovely evening, thank you." She reached up and pulled my head down and kissed me on the corner of the mouth. I put my arm round her waist and gave her a squeeze then let my hand rest lightly on her buttock, probably for no more than three seconds, but it seemed longer, she didn't move away. Mum gave me another quick peck on the cheek and then turned and went upstairs. I went back to the kitchen, lit a fag, and drained the last of my coffee. That brief touch to her arse had left me with a serious hard on, but I needed to wait until Mum and Emma were securely in their rooms before I could risk beating off in the shower.

Mum dropped me off to meet Joanna outside the Odeon about 4 o'clock Sunday afternoon. Joanna, as usual, looked smart, she was short and very slim, with small tits but well shaped legs, a quite pretty face and dark brown hair which she normally wore in a pony tail, but today it was hanging loose in a wavy cloud around her shoulders. She was wearing a light grey mini skirt, with white opaque tights, which showed off her legs to perfection and an expensive looking, white leather bomber jacket which was zipped up to the throat.

There was a bit of a queue as there was nothing else happening in town. The cinema was showing a re-run of two 1960's Christopher Lee vampire movies, they were classics and we were happy enough with the program and so joined the queue. The weather had now suddenly turned milder but It was cold outside and not much better in the auditorium. The Odeon was an old fashioned cinema housed in a 15th century building; the seating was hard and the heating system only worked when it felt like it, but that gave me an excuse to put my arm around Joanna's shoulders and pull her against me. She didn't object and we watched the films through with her snugged against my shoulder, occasionally I would lean across and give her a small kiss on the top of her head, she didn't object to that either.

We left the theatre at about 8.30 and strolled slowly down New Canal Street holding hands, and pausing occasionally to share a light kiss, and although I was not pressing her too hard she was responding to my attentions. I had always liked Joanna; she was quiet and a bit shy but had a hidden, wicked sense of humour and was very, very intelligent. She and Debbie had been friends since school and both had chosen to go to Cardiff University and share digs, but whilst Debbie had chosen a degree in sociology, Joanna was doing back to back Law and German, with a Russian course thrown in for good measure.

Choices being limited, we decided to make our way to the Berni Inn where we had bumped into each other on Friday night, I wasn't short of cash these days and I thought that Joanna would appreciate the quieter atmosphere of the steak bar to the rowdier burger shops which were full of teens and students on Sunday nights. We sat and enjoyed steaks, a bottle of Mateus Rose, Black Forest Gateaux and Irish Coffees, whilst catching up on the past three months. I asked after Debbie and could tell by her smirk that she knew something, if not all, about our weekend together at the end of September, it was to be expected, girls do talk, that's what they do.

"We will both be back to work at the garden centre for Christmas fortnight, and New Year," she confirmed, "if you still want us, that is?" I felt that she might be probing me on Debbie's behalf to find out if I had any reservations about seeing her again, so enthused about wanting both of them back on the team.

It seemed a good opening to ask the question that had been on my lips all evening, "Are you staying at Debbie's caravan, again?" I asked, hoping that she would say yes. I felt a bit disappointed when she said no. We seemed to be really connecting that evening and I was pretty confident that given the right breaks I would able to entice her into the sack, but the weather was still too cold for an outside shag, Mum and Emma were at home and I did not want to risk putting lights on at the garden centre with Maggie up at the big house.

"I am staying at my mother's place for the week-end," she expanded. I remembered that Joanna's mother was divorced and lived in a tiny bungalow off the Old Blandford Road, I had driven Joanna over there once, in the van, after work. Debbie had told me they didn't really get on that well, which was why Joanna had opted to stay with her at the caravan during the summer break. She looked at her watch; it was nine-fifty-five. "Mummy will be in bed filled up with sleepers and should be sound asleep by now," she said, "if you want to come back for coffee, or a night-cap, you can....nothing will wake her now until 9 tomorrow morning."

We finished our Irish coffees and I called a mini-cab, there was no point in even looking for a meter taxi on a Sunday night. It wasn't until we were in the car and on route that I thought to ask her the most obvious question, "Do you have a boy friend, Jo?"

"Not likely," she answered, "With three degree courses, I don't really have time for going out much." The cab pulled up at the bungalow and I paid the fare and followed Joanna inside. "Through here..." she said beckoning me into the kitchen on one side of the front door, and then continued where she had left off in the cab. "I just do not want a long term or fixed relationship," she said, then, "Don't think that because I have no regular guy in tow I am celibate," she stated, "I could not bear that......but sex has to come without ties or commitments. And it has to be with the right guy!" She turned and gave me a huge smile then stepped up and gently pushed her lips against mine and held them there for several seconds. I could not believe that I was hearing this from, quiet, shy, serious Joanna, the girl who hardly ever swore, did not talk about sex or make vulgar jokes, and I just could not imagine her being an emotionless cock-jockey.

She removed her leather jacket and hung in on the back of the kitchen door, then filled the kettle and switched it on. I came up behind her and put my arms around her waist hugging her to me and pushed my face forward so that our cheeks were together and I could feel the flutter of her eyelashes. After a minute I started to move my hands up her torso intending to cup both of her tiny breasts in my palms. She twisted around in my arms and glanced up at me; her blue eyes sparkled like sapphires, she was still that shy girl but her eyes now held a promise of something deep and lustful. "You can kiss me if you want to," she said very simply and tilted her head upwards, her lips slightly open and ready.

I pressed my mouth to hers and tentatively pushed the tip of my tongue between her lips, her responding kiss was soft and yielding and gentle but with a hint of hidden passion. We clung to each other, lips pressed together until the moment was broken by an urgent whistle from the kettle. We broke apart, laughing, "Leave it!" she muttered and leaned into me again her mouth seeking mine. This time neither of us was going to be satisfied with one gentle kiss. I felt her hands creep around my waist and her finger tips push into the tops of the patch pockets of my jeans and push against my arse. I responded by sliding my hands up to cover her tits with my palms, they felt firm and round and I could just feel the slight protrusion made by her small nipples through her bra and halter top.

I released her breasts and pulled her right into my arms and leaned her back against the kitchen work top so that she was bent slightly backwards and we kissed harder and longer, her tongue now felt like a moist, swollen adder, striking into my mouth and around the inside of my lips. I swept my hands slowly down the full length of her body, touching and squeezing her breasts, belly and upper thighs then returning up her back over buttocks and waist and coming to rest either side of her face. Joanna was standing on the tips of her toes with her legs slightly open and I pushed my knees between hers and ground my erection into her crotch. We mashed our mouths together again, she had her eyes closed now and I could feel her chest rising and falling against mine and her hand exploring the waistband of my jeans, pulling the tail of my shirt free then sliding inside to stoke the bare skin on my back.

Joanna pushed away from the kitchen cabinet and still pecking at my mouth with small kisses took my hand and led me out into the darkened hall then stopped and signalled me to stay where I was, I could hear deep breathing coming from somewhere at the rear of the bungalow. I saw her shadowy figure slip down the hall and silently close a door and the breathing sounds were cut off. She beckoned me to her then took my hand again and drew me into a room on the other side of the hall and closed the door. The curtains were open and the light from the moon was enough for me to see that this must be her bedroom, there was a white painted wardrobe and chest of drawers, a beaten up old three draw desk and chair, both stacked with reference books, and a single bed against the wall under the window with a pink eiderdown quilt.

We stood in the middle of the room with our mouths together and our groins gyrating and grinding into each other for several minutes and then broke apart as if by a pre-arranged signal, both of us tugging and pulling at the other's clothes until we both stood virtually naked. I felt slightly ridiculous, she had stripped me bare except for my bloody socks, whilst even in the dim light from the window she looked sensuous and seductive, wearing only her tiny black, lace panties and her white opaque hold up stockings. In the moonlight her skin was pale and luminescent and her small breasts were shallow white globes with pale pink, tiny button nipples. I reached out and gently ran my finger tips over them and felt them instantly swell under my touch to delicate little nubs. I pulled her to me again and pressed my now pulsing erection hard against her belly then bodily picked her up and stepped to the bed. She weighed virtually nothing in my arms like a tiny soft Barbie doll. I laid her on the bed and then lowered myself down next to her, my prick pressing hard against her thigh whilst my lips roamed across her breasts. Laying down, her tiny tits were almost flat with just the small erect nipples to indicate their position. I drew my tongue gently down her stomach until I reached the top of her panties which I gripped in my teeth and began to tug. She made a tiny sound, a small giggle, and her hand came down to help ease the triangle of lace over her buttocks and down her legs to drop onto the floor by the bed. I left her stockings on; the notion of fucking her with those stocking clad legs wrapped around me was exciting.

I was so, ready! My balls were aching and my prick was throbbing with the need to be inside her. I lowered my self over her and felt her left hand slip between us and grasp my tool, her slender tiny fingers stoked up and down making my dick even harder and drawing it closer towards release. I could feel the warmth and moisture from her pussy and rotated my hips and felt her wetness on my groin and then coating my prick and suddenly I was pressing between her pussy lips and entering her hot, tight tunnel. Her hands were pulling at my buttocks and her heels were drumming against my calves urging me further into her. I lowered my whole body onto her and thrust slowly forward until I was completely inside her, she locked her legs around mine and we just lay there entwined and gently rocking back and forth each tiny thrust bringing a surge of sensation to my glans and bringing me closer and closer to eruption. I moved my lips over her face and her lips pressed against my ear, "Oh, yes, Jamie," she whispered, so softly that I almost missed her words, the first words she had spoken during our love making, "Oh, yes, Oh yes!" Her hot tongue flicked out and thrust into my ear, fucking it! God! That was so sensual, I involuntarily jerked and spasmed and with a fierce forward thrust ejaculated hard into her, my prick throbbed and I thought that I would never stop firing, I came like a machine gun.

I collapsed onto her and she hugged me to her, kissing my face and making tiny whimpering noises in her throat. After several minutes I moved to lay beside her, she did not appear to have been crushed so was probably tougher than she looked. Fucking Joanna had been sensational, but I didn't think that she had climaxed yet, and I wanted her to be satisfied too. I slid my hand down to her pussy and probed with my fingers, I could feel how engorged and moist she already was, her small patch of curly snatch was wet with her own juices and soaked with my cum which was still dripping out of her onto that pink quilt. Her lips were moving silently and her breath was coming in deep gasps, like a woman in labour, as I worked my fingers around her clit, then deep into her vagina, back to the clit and then inside her again. My hand was soaked and her pussy was frothy with our combined moisture, then she came; twice in quick succession, her hips making small thrusting motions to each climax, and then suddenly she was cumming again for a third time. It was my first experience of giving a woman a really fast, multiple orgasm and I found it deeply sensual and erotic. She let out a single deep, soft, sob and grabbed my head pulling me back over her, my limp dick slithering in the wetness around her crotch and belly, her mouth searching for mine. Joanna never seemed to tire of kissing and I wasn't going to object.

We lay like that in each others arms for a long time, gently caressing each others bodies and kissing. I looked at my watch and saw that it was nearly four o'clock, we must have fallen asleep at some point. We were virtually pasted together and made a sucking sound when we finally separated our bodies. Joanna slipped out to the bathroom and came back with two small, damp hand towels and we sponged each other clean as best we could. She shrugged on a silky, Chinese design, robe and I got dressed.

"I've got to go," I whispered.

"I know," she replied wistfully, "You will have to 'phone for a cab from the call box in the lane, Mummy doesn't have a telephone." We whispered our good byes in the hall before she opened the door and we kissed deeply for one last time. I was slipping out of the door when she grabbed my arm and pushed her lips close to my ear, "I meant what I said earlier about only doing it with the right guy." she whispered, then added "It is OK, you know....between you and me and Debbie, I mean. She told me everything about your weekend in the caravan and said that you would be just what I needed....she was right, you were!"

I had a hard job to stop myself laughing out loud. Bloody hell, I thought, that's me now...'Jamie, the rent-a-shag', but it was just a joke, I felt no offence that they had discussed me that way...in fact it gave my youthful ego a serious boost. I got to the telephone box only to find that it had been vandalised. It took me almost an hour to walk home, and I just managed to get a couple of hours in my own bed before Mum shook me awake. I can't remember the last time anybody had to wake me in the morning, but then, Joanna had been a first class fuck.

Later, I thought, I hadn't knowingly used 'The Touch', with Joanna, maybe she was already 'hot to trot' as they say, or perhaps it was now just a part of me and I just hadn't noticed exerting any special influence over her.

I began to anticipate Joanna and Debbie coming back to work in a week or so, there was this fantastic fantasy starting to build in my mind around three in a bed.