The Touch Ch. 17

I pulled into the drive and we were both out of the car and into the house in seconds. I felt rather than saw her jacket drop to the hall floor and then heard her shoes hit the floor as she kicked them off. I had only just managed to pull my feet out of my loafers when her arms were around my neck and her lips were again searching for mine. We stood in the dark hall our bodies crushed together and lips mashed in a long kiss that seemed to go on forever. My hands were exploring every part of her body that I could reach, cupping and squeezing her breasts, then sliding down her waist to caress her smooth thighs, then drawing upwards beneath the hem of her dress to grasp her firm bum cheeks beneath the smooth satin of those royal blue panties. We were both lost in a storm of pure lust, twisting and clawing at each other our breath torn from us in deep moans.

"Upstairs........." Was all I could manage to say. I took her hand and started to draw her up the stairs, still kissing and touching but when we reached the small landing halfway up at the dogleg, we stumbled and fell against the wall sliding down until we were in a giggling, groping heap on the dark stairs.

Kristen's arms were still locked tightly around my neck and I was laying heavily on top of her our groins pressed hard together and her legs wrapped around mine humping at each other even though we were still dressed. I couldn't wait any longer, I didn't want to wait any longer, and shifted to one side so that I could release my belt and push away my jeans, I heard them flop down the stairs behind me. My erect and pulsing prick was now free and pressed against her satin skinned leg. I pushed my fingers in to the waistband of her panties and drew them away from her, down her thighs and over her feet and then found her pussy with my hand. I could feel that she did not shave her pubic hair but was naturally almost hairless my searching finger tips finding only a sparse soft down.

Her pussy felt warm and moist, the lips distended and her inner labia felt hot and wet. I moistened my finger with her own juices and searched for and found her clit. It was very tiny but very firm and as I started to massage over and around it, she moaned deeply into my mouth and her tongue thrashed around thrusting and probing at mine. I moved my hand down and probed at the tight mouth of her vagina with one finger inserting the tip in about a half an inch and rubbing around the tight little mouth in little circular motions.

She gasped and then hissed, "Oh, Jamie .... Do it! You must do it to me ... I want it!"

I moved my finger back to caress her clitoris and she raised her hips and widened her legs pushing the little butterball against my touch her breath coming in little gasps. She brought one of her hands down to grasp my prick and tug at it, trying to pull me back over her.

Oh God, just get it inside me," she moaned, "I want to cum and I want it inside me!"

I positioned myself over her and found the tiny entrance to her vagina with the throbbing end of my erection and pushed. She moaned deep in her throat as soon as my prick touched her. There was some resistance and so I pushed again and felt my length slide in up to the hilt. Kristen's whole body had stiffened and she was gasping and moaning quietly against my cheek and then she rammed her groin hard against me forcing herself violently hard onto my shaft. I thrust back, my feet against the wall of the stairwell for leverage, the root of my prick slamming against her Mound of Venus and pummelling the little hood that concealed her clit. I believe that I must have hit that elusive G spot because suddenly she was thrashing and moaning wildly beneath me and her pussy was rippling and pulsing around my erection as a massive orgasm erupted in her vagina and spread outwards to engulf her whole body. I thrust into her one more time, as deep in as I could get, and then I was cumming too, my jiz erupting into her in long hot streams causing her to gasp loudly and clamp her legs tight against mine holding me motionless deep inside her.

We lay there locked together on the stairs for several minutes but it was bloody uncomfortable for both of us once the urgency of the lust was gone. I crawled to my knees and then up to my feet and hauled her up against me. She had a slightly dazed look on her face and her legs were shaking, so I picked her up, she was heavier than she looked, and carried her through to my bedroom and carefully set her down on her feet beside the bed.

We were both naked from the waist downward but I still had on my shirt and she was wearing her little dress and her royal blue bra. I pulled off my shirt and then carefully eased her dress up and over her head dropping it to the floor then reached around and released her beautiful breasts from their confinement. She swayed into me reaching up so that she could plant little nibbling kisses on my lips. Her nipples were firm and warm against my chest and I cupped one of her breasts in each hand squeezing gently and felt the little nubs start to harden against my palms.

She brought both of her hands up to the crown of her head. "I think the top of my head blew off!" she murmured dreamily.

I eased her down onto my bed and got in beside her and then covered us with the duvet; the heating had gone off and it was quite chilly even inside the house. She snuggled against me, the tips of her long nailed finger describing little circles over my bare chest and her lips brushing lightly against my throat.

"Was it good for you? She asked. I had never believed that anyone would actually say that line, but strangely, from Kristen it sounded sincere.

I kissed her gently on the lips, "Yes, you were fantastic." I told her. It was the truth.

"I have only ever done it once before.... And it was nothing like that .... That was awesome!" she added.

If that was true then that would explain a lot; why there was never any 'boy talk' about Kristen, she went about with a group of friends but I had never heard of her actually dating with any individual boy, and had never heard any 'I screwed Kristen' stories doing the rounds, the way there often was with other girls.

"Do you think that I am a tart for doing it on our first date?" she asked quietly, "Your sister thinks I am a tart, she told me so." She looked small and vulnerable and sad. I think that she really needed to talk, "I know that I get pissed sometimes, and I like to have fun and hang out with the boys .... I snog with them and sometimes I let one into my bra if he is nice, but ..... I never go all the way."

"Then why .....?"

"Because I've always really liked you, Jamie, ever since school," she answered. She put her cheek against my chest and that mass of long silver blonde hair fell like a fountain of silk across my bare chest and stomach. "I wanted it to be you .... I really wanted you to be the first, but you weren't interested, you never even noticed me... and I was only sixteen.... and ...."

I stopped her there by covering her lips with mine and drawing her into a long deep kiss which left both of us breathless. Just thinking about what it would have been like to have been the first to fuck her had aroused me and had started the beginning of an erection. I did have her here and now, beneath me in my bed, her body crushed against mine, warm and soft and willing, that was enough.

I pressed my lips to her breast and nibbled and sucked at the nipple until it stood to attention, a tiny pink nubbin on a firm round breast of pure white. I moved my mouth to the other breast whilst my hand roved down and found her pussy; it was warm and still moist with our combined juices.

"Let me look at you." I said and peeled back the duvet so that I could see the full length of her pale body in the moonlight from the window. Her skin was as white as pure natural silk, her nipples small and very upright from the attention of my lips and her tits perfectly formed globes. Her body was every man's fantasy, her waist was narrow above a small round tummy and her shapely legs seemed to me the longest I had ever seen. Kristen was a real natural blonde; she had virtually no body hair and the sparse fluff around her pussy was almost white and looked and felt like the soft head of a dandelion above and around her peach like lips.

I bent over and kissed very gently on the lips of her pussy. She moaned and pushed her legs open wide so that her vulva was fully exposed, slightly pink and glistening with moisture. I slid one finger up between those lips until I found that tiny concealed clit ball and began to roll it gently between forefinger and thumb. She made a series of tiny gasps her groin jerking beneath my hand with each gasp and I felt her body start to tense.

"I want to do it again!" she panted urgently in my ear, "Make it happen again!"

I sensed that she was already moving towards an orgasm and eased myself over her and steered by prick carefully into her already engorged vaginal opening. The entrance to her vagina was really tight again, but as soon as I applied pressure my erection slid into her easily. I was so hard and rigid that it felt as though the tip was gouging a slippery path along the roof of her tunnel. I wanted her to orgasm again and buried my prick as deeply into her as I could get then brought my hand down, sliding it between us so that I could reach her clit with the tip of my finger and roll it around its fleshy little hood. She was gasping and panting faster and faster her hips jerking in time to her laboured breaths. I was almost to the point of my own climax when she erupted into another massive orgasm letting out a loud scream and thrusting and heaving against my equally frantic humping. She seemed to go on for ever, her head thrashing from side to side and then gave a final loud shriek and rammed herself unbelievably hard onto my already throbbing erection. I ejaculated with a loud moan of my own, my juice spurting into her in long streams which left my glans numb.

We lay wrapped, warm and sticky, together for a long time, her legs tight around mine and my now limp dick still inside her, our loins ineffectually making tiny humping movements, a shadow of our love making.

I felt Kristen turn her head to look at my bedside clock; it was two-forty in the morning.

"You need to take me home," she whispered.

I eased myself out of bed, my thighs and groin were sticky with our combined juices. "You can't go home like that!" I said and led her through to the bathroom and turned on the shower and then left her to roam the house looking for our scattered clothing. By the time I came back she was sitting on the edge of my bed dabbing herself with a towel. I gave her the dress and lingerie and then slipped into the shower and quickly washed myself down before pulling on a thick cotton fleece track suit.

As I drove up to her house she said, "Stop here, by the gate ... I'll walk up the drive .... If Daddy is still awake I can say I came home by taxi, otherwise he will ask questions I don't want to answer."

I turned her face towards me and gave her a final lasting, soft kiss on the lips. "Thanks for a lovely evening," I said, "I'm really glad we finally got to spend time together."

"Jamie..." she started tentatively, burrowing deep into my shoulder so that I could not see her face. "I love you, Jamie!"

She didn't give me time to say anything in reply but just went on. "I always have since we were kids, I think..... I know you don't feel the same way .... but I'm so happy that we have had our fabulous time together tonight.... that is all I wanted .... "

I tipped her face up so that I could look into her eyes, they were bright and happy, I was afraid she might be crying but she wasn't. She smiled and her face lit up. I really did not want to be having this conversation and my face must have reflected that.

"It's OK, "she said cheerfully," I will understand if you don't want to see me again...really I will ..... but it would be great if we could just hang out occasionally ..."

"You really are a fabulous girl, Kristen," I told her; I tipped her chin so that I could kiss her gently on the lips. "We will see each other, I promise!"

"I think I shall get over you eventually ... "She laughed, "But until then just remember that you still have the monopoly on my sex life..... so unless you can live with my hairbrush being my only lover.... you need to call me from time to time."

We both laughed and then she got out of the car and I pulled forward to watch her walk up the drive and go through her front door.

I drove home and spent an hour making sure that all traces of our night together were erased, the bed linen and towels in the machine on an overnight wash programme. If Maggie had recognised her perfume on the Valentine's card then I could not risk Emma working out how I had spent Friday night.

My luck did seem to be holding out; the night with Kristen had been great and I felt that I had got to know her as a person, but on the emotional side it could really have gone very badly wrong. I just needed to keep her away from Emma, I was really not sure who would come off worse if they tangled again.