Trading Favors Ch. 02

I'm Nick, and if you read the first part of my story you know that I stayed with Grama and Pops at their condo near Palm Springs while my parents went on a Mexican cruise. For a coastal dude who was looking forward to spending the summer at the beach surfing with my friends, I was not having a very good time in the desert. That is, until I met Rachel, a hot, beautiful teenager from San Francisco who was visiting her grandparents too.

I used to be a virgin. I mean, I still am officially, but it's like Rachel has brought me good luck. It was clear that she had some experience in sex and knew exactly what she was doing and she was enjoying teaching me as much as I loved learning from her. She flashed her tits at me from a public outdoor shower, for God's sake, and hinted that there would be a next time for us. Did I say she's beautiful and hot?

Anyway, when we left the pool after Rachel and I were... uh, groping each other... I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. First of all, I wondered why letting Rachel give me a handjob didn't bother me, especially because normally I'm a very shy guy who gets tongue-tied with strangers. We did it out in the open at the swimming pool with all those people around and just a large towel covering us! Shit! Maybe it was a mark of the desperation I felt, but maybe it was because being with Rachel made me feel like I could do anything.

We made plans to meet the next day. I thought we were going to hook up, and I was: goodbye virgin, hello stud! I went to bed that night and had the most intense wet dream about her where she was sucking me off and I couldn't stop cumming. Her sexy, naked body was soft and silky in my hands. The dream was awesome.

Then Rachel texted me to say she had to go into Palm Springs to shop and sightsee. I was really disappointed but what choice did we have? Our grandparents didn't even know we had met each other. Five more days went by; she wasn't at the pool, she didn't text or call me and she didn't answer her cell phone. I was beginning to think she went back to San Francisco without saying goodbye.

I kept going over that day at the pool and began to wonder if I misunderstood or did something wrong to make Rachel angry but I drew a blank because it felt like we had both enjoyed ourselves. The time of my stay with Grama and Pops was coming to a close, and soon, my parents would be driving up to take me home. Rachel was the first and only girl to see the real me behind my shyness, blushing and stuttering. I was in agony.

For almost a week I went to the pool every day and stayed for two long hours waiting for Rachel to arrive in one of her tiny, cute bikinis that showed off her magnificent breasts and tight, tanned body. Every day, disappointment crushed me. Every day I would end up back at the condo, jerking off in the bathroom to memories of her warm hand on my erect cock. I couldn't quite manage the little twisty thing she did with her wrist that put me over the top in such a satisfying way. I was getting very depressed. The thought of never seeing her again drove me crazy. Just put me out of my misery. Please!

A full week after our encounter I was back at the pool dozing on my stomach in my usual private spot near the shower. By now I was very brown and fit from working out in the morning and spending afternoons tanning, and I'd given up hoping to ever see Rachel again. I felt a small body-size shadow move over me and opened my eyes to find her standing next to the chaise lounge. I jumped up all excited, so pleased to see her. She was in shorts and a tiny tank top, and her face was sad and tired. But she seemed delighted to be there with me.

Rachel had bad news. Her grandfather had become very ill when they went to Palm Springs, and he spent five days in the hospital which was why she didn't come back right away. Her cell phone died without a cord to recharge it, so she wasn't able to get in touch with me. Even worse for us, he was going into an assisted care facility to regain his strength, and Rachel was being sent back to San Francisco to stay with a cousin until she started school. We only had tonight and tomorrow morning together, and she pouted at me, looking miserable.

To tell the truth, I was a little surprised that I mattered to her so much. We had gotten to know each other pretty well, as much as two people can in a day, but I figured I was just some mindless sexual entertainment for her. I had put it down to Rachel feeling sorry for me, having nothing better to do and the two of us being bored. You know, a hookup. Not that I'm complaining. I liked her a lot but I had no idea she felt the same about me. She's this hot girl going to UCLA in a couple of weeks, and I'm still a high school senior, so what the hell made me so attractive?

I asked about boyfriends back in San Francisco, and she shook her head. "I like my men real," she said, holding me tightly. "A man who isn't afraid to stammer in front of a girl and admit he's a virgin. That's hot."

She was making me hot, I'll say that. Even better, it seemed as if I suddenly had a girlfriend for the first time in my life, and she looked like a dream. My school friends were never going to believe this. I wasn't sure I believed it.

Rachel couldn't stay long at the pool because her grandmother needed help with dinner. All she'd let me do was kiss and hug her, but it was okay. I didn't want to act like an ass when she was so upset about her grandfather and having to go home early. She asked me make any excuse needed to my grandparents to get away after dinner and come over to her house.

That wouldn't be hard; Grama had fretted over me my entire time I'd been there, saying I needed to find something to do in the evenings besides sit around their condo. Rachel said she would pick me up on the corner at 7:30 and to wear comfortable clothes. I caught her drift immediately and had to hide the growing bulge in my board shorts.

She got this seductive twinkle in her eye. "Maybe we should try trading favors again." That did it; there was no way I was going to miss out on an evening with the sexiest girl in California.

I didn't have any trouble when I told Grama and Pops I was going out for awhile, that I'd met up with someone my age at the pool and we wanted to hang out. Maybe it would be all night, and I didn't know when I'd return. Pops gave me a sneaky look, and I flushed scarlet, making him smile, so I think he saw through my fib. I felt a little rotten for lying to my grandparents, but it wasn't like I was planning to do anything really wrong. You can't go telling elderly people you're going to have wild sex with your girlfriend when they've forgotten what sex is.

The sun had just set as I walked to the corner. Rachel was already waiting for me in her little Chevy, and away we drove off in the direction of the golf course. She explained that her grandmother had left for Palm Springs right after dinner to stay with her husband and wouldn't return until the next afternoon when she came to say goodbye. Her grandmother felt awful, knowing she was being a bad hostess to Rachel but hoped the girl could find something to keep herself busy. Rachel gave me a sexy leer, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest knowing how she planned to entertain herself. My cock gave a little surge too.

Rachel's grandparents had a small two-story house that backed up against the fairway, 100 yards from the 16th hole. The neighborhood was private and quiet, and no lights shown in anyone's windows. She parked in the driveway in front of the darkened dwelling, and the sky was going black behind us. Grabbing my hand, Rachel unlocked the front door and led me upstairs. I was beginning to believe I was in a wonderful dream.

We didn't even make it into the bedroom before we were kissing insatiably and throwing off clothing. There's just something about being two teenagers in an empty house and knowing you won't get interrupted. I kicked off my flip-flops on the stairs and threw my t-shirt somewhere by the bathroom. Rachel dropped her white tank top outside the door, and I was push-walking her backwards towards her bed. A week without sex, even when you've never had it before, can make you really horny. My cock was already getting hard in my shorts in expectation, and we wrapped our arms around each other, almost skin-to-skin, making up for lost time.

Rachel pulled away to shimmy out of her sports bra and, she had the most beautiful breasts you could imagine, smokin' hot! She has a tiny frame, so 38C on her would be like a D or better on someone else. Firm, high and oval-shaped, with dark rose areolas the size of silver dollars and protruding nipples that were already puckered up. I think she was teasing me to see what I'd do because she stood there staring me straight in the eyes and grinning, like she knew I was already into it. I couldn't help myself; I lifted them in my hands, and her skin was so soft.

It was at this point that I noticed the bed was directly behind her so I pushed down on her shoulders to guide her into lying down and followed to put a knee next to her hip and kneel so I could kiss her without her taking my weight. I touched her breasts, and we were making out and sliding our tongues in each others' mouths. It was like hers turned into a squeegee. She nibbled my lip and sucked my mouth dry and had me gasping for breath. Every little movement of her jaw sent this current down to my groin like a slow building charge.

Her tits felt so natural in my hand, like large, smooth, firm peaches. I was twirling her nipples in my fingers, making them all rigid, and she was moaning underneath me. Knowing that the way you're fondling a girl is exciting her is the best feeling in the world. Next I took one of her beautiful nipples into my mouth and sucked on it. The nipple shriveled up and felt soft and warm against my lips and tongue.

She was breathing hard, and then she reached down and started rubbing the bulge in my shorts on the outside of my clothes. I swear, Rachel knows everything about massaging body parts. Her hand straightened me out in my boxers and stroked me up and down along the shaft. I was already swollen and stiff, and my cock stretched even more, feeling like it was going to burst. Her fingers were creating extraordinary tingles that felt so good; I could feel the urgency growing and began to sweat. After three minutes I had to push away from the bed. I was almost to the point of no return and going to cum in my shorts. Rachel smirked at me like she knew exactly what she was doing.

"When are we going to start trading favors?" I asked her in a voice that was deeper than I normally sound. I was still trying to move back from the abyss of ejaculation and didn't trust either her or myself, so I was standing by the door.

"We need to get something out of the way first," Rachel told me with a teasing smile I was coming to know well. "You have that mysterious little V-Boy label which has nothing to do with who you really are, and once it's gone we can have fun together all night."

I liked the fun part and the all night part, and I liked the idea that she immediately wanted to take out my virginity. My head was reeling because it sounded like she was talking about going directly to full-on sex. I knew I was so horny I wouldn't last more than a minute with her and where's the enjoyment in that? Jesus, just thinking about it brought the tingles back.

She started to get off the bed, her brown eyes huge and dark with arousal, staring at me much like a predator regards its food. "Uh... uh, Rachel, what are you going to do?"

She was flexing her fingers, giving me goose bumps. "I'm looking for a boy-toy," she said, and I knew I was in serious trouble. A big smile lit up her face. "Let's make it fun. You run, I catch you. Then I fuck you."

I was out the bedroom door before she finished speaking, already knowing that I was at a distinct disadvantage. First of all, have you ever tried to run with a hard dick? Second, this wasn't my house, and I had no idea where to hide. I clattered down the stairs, part of me wondering why I was running from her in the first place, knowing the awesome reward of being caught. Maybe I just liked the chase and it made the whole sex-with-Rachel angle that much more provocative and exciting.

I obviously didn't want to hide myself too carefully, and I quickly assumed that the safest spot would to be the back yard. Since we were both naked from the waist up, I nonchalantly assumed she wouldn't follow me outside. And then I realized my error. This was Rachel the Pool Tits Flasher we were talking about. Well, the game was begun, and I didn't want to trip over her by going back indoors so I huddled in the darkest corner of the small yard I could find, standing behind a palm tree.

She seemed to be taking her sweet time locating me, and I watched through the windows and patio doors as she flipped lights on and off, checking every room. The thrill of discovery kept me pinned to the tree in highly charged anticipation, and without realizing I was rubbing my cock through my shorts. At last she stepped out onto the patio into the still-hot, quiet darkness, and it was like she knew I was here. I scarcely dared to breathe, but she zeroed in on my location, her eyes glowing in her face and her breasts jiggling invitingly.

Her hand reached out to grab my arm, and she grinned. "Got you," she crowed. "My favor."

I licked my lips in eagerness and asked what she was going to do.

"Stay here and I'll be right back." I watched Rachel go into the house, and when she returned several minutes later she went directly to a wide padded chaise lounge on the open patio. She was carrying a towel and a small square foil package, and I quickly figured out her plan. Oh shit, we were going to fuck outdoors under the rising moon where, if any of her neighbors were paying attention, we would be seen. Does this girl like flirting with danger or what?

She beckoned me to come forward as she raised the headrest of the lounge chair to a barely reclined position and covered the seat with the towel. I was directly in front of her, and she unsnapped the top of my plaid shorts and worked the zipper down. Stepping into my arms she lifted up on her toes to kiss me as her hands reached around my back. They slid down to cup my ass, and her hands felt really soft. She hooked her thumbs in my shorts and boxers so they slithered to the top of my thighs. Running her hands around my hips to my groin, she pulled her own hips away to create a small space in which to maneuver where she briefly cupped and massaged my hardening cock before freeing my shorts and pushing them down. I heard her quick intake of breath as I nimbly stepped out of them.

I was totally naked on the patio in the embrace of a beautiful girl. She leaned back to examine my package, and I think she liked what she saw. I'm not massive by any means, a respectable six and a half inches with a nice curve to me, but I'm almost two inches across. My pubic hair is light brown, thick and tightly curled but I have no hair on my balls. Rachel looked at me for a long time before coming back into my arms with a big smile, my fully erect penis caught between our bodies. She ground into me, her stomach shimmying hard against my cock, and I moaned.

Rachel indicated that I was to sit in the chair as she began to strip for me. Her hands unbuttoned her tight canvas short shorts as she swiveled her ass invitingly, and the grating sound of each little tooth of her zipper as she slowly unfastened it was welcome to my ears. When she began to push the fabric down, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward me. "My job," I said huskily. "I want to take them off."

She knelt between my legs on the chair, her thighs slightly parted, and I reached for her tanned, slim hips. My hands glided between firm, warm skin and the covering clothing, and I splayed my fingers inside her panties to release the traction. I dragged the shorts and underwear down over her mound to her thighs, paying attention to the light blue polka dots of her silk panties. She continued to rotate her hips which helped speed the travels of clothing to knees as it freed it up from her ass. I looked down at her little landing strip of pale blond fuzz and my breath caught in my throat. "Beautiful," I murmured, my eyes feeling hot in my face.

She stood back up to shake off the shorts and panties, and I could see moisture coating her upper thighs. My cock swelled even more, and I wanted to eat her out right then and there. But this was Rachel's favor, and she was in charge. She told me to extend my legs straight in front of me and handed me the condom which I unrolled on my hard member. Climbing up on the lounge to face me, she straddled my thighs, her knees bent and ankles folded back against her ass. "I saw this on a movie once," she shrugged. "It looked like the boy was having fun."

Carefully holding my sheathed cock upright between her fingers, she impaled herself on it, and my eyes snapped open at the sensation of her tight, wet pussy latching on to me. Wiggling inch by slow inch until the shaft was all the way inside her, she sat on my lap, motionless until she gauged my reaction. Sweet Jesus, I could not believe how tight, soft and warm her pussy was, like I was sinking into hot molten velvet. I gasped at the liquid constriction, fighting an urge to buck into her because I instantly felt the need to cum. "Ohhh, babe," I moaned into her hair. "F-fucking fantastic!"

Rachel laughed and trailed her fingers across one of my nipples. "Mission accomplished, my sweet Nick, no more virgin!" She leaned slightly backwards on her hand, producing a new series of sensations up and down my cock from tip to base. The juices leaking into my pubic hair from her aroused pussy were warm.

I groaned again. "Ummm, Rachel," I panted. "D-d-don't... I-I-I... not ... last long."

"Rookies!" she teased. She brushed my abdomen with her hand, and it made my muscles flutter. "I'll be good now. The deal is, you can't move and you can't touch me. I'm not going to move either until I can't help myself."

With that, she took her fingers and began to spread the lips of her pussy apart. I couldn't see much from my vantage point above her, just some vivid pink of her wet inner labia, but I felt her make contact because her pussy twitched. I watched as she drew her fingers slowly from the point where we were connected up to just below her sparse mound. Her drenched fingers came to rest against her clit, and I watched as she started moving them around in slow circles. She gasped, leaning ever further backwards, and her long blond curls tickled my knees. Fascinated, my eyes never left her hand, and I had to fight a nearly overwhelming desire to lift it out of the way and stroke her myself.

Rachel began to moan as a pink flush broke out across her chest and sweat dotted her body. She threw her head back, completely absorbed in making herself cum, her eyes tightly closed. Her fingers were moving in faster loops now, and I could see a bit of the pink-hooded nub of her clit beneath them. Despite her rules, I lifted my hands to her tits and massaged the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and I thought I heard her gasp 'that's nice'. Her hips began to roll with her strokes as she lifted her ass, riding my cock in pleasure. Silken, warm, tight softness slid up and down my pole, the slippery walls pulling at me from all directions. I could feel myself being absorbed deep into her pussy, and the throbbing down in my balls that told me I would cum soon. I battled the sensation so I could wait for Rachel.

I groaned loudly and began driving my hips up to meet her. "Faster," she commanded, and I settled into a position that gave me better leverage. Gripping her bare ass with my hands to hold her in place, I pumped my hips like a piston as she bounced on me. The urge to thrust had been there for awhile and giving into it felt incredible. Moments later Rachel began to scream. "Oh... Nick... yes... yes..." Her body went into spasms and her back bowed at an almost impossible angle, the muscles in her thighs taut.