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August Rain

byThe_Unicorn©

I was a boy at eighteen.

It was the middle of August 1978 and I had graduated from high school three months earlier. My eighteenth birthday had come and gone, and I was still a virgin. My entire love life had consisted of many awkward moments and a few goodnight kisses while being watched by my mother. I was terribly shy around girls but I was so horny that I masturbated twice a day.

My name is Peter Carpenter, but my friends have always called me Pete. "Pete, this party is going to be great," my good friend William Breaux had told me before he picked me up from my trailer in his red 1967 Chevy Camaro convertible that morning.

The car was cool, though rusting out from underneath, but the trailer was an ancient piece of shit. However, since I was renting it, it was my piece of shit. After living under the thumbs of my protective parents for my whole life, I felt like I had been freed from prison. Of course, though free and living on my own, I had been ill prepared to be able to speak to a woman and invite her back to my new place.

I wasn't so sure about the party, but I got into William's car anyway. I had my swim trunks on under my jeans. "Are you sure it's okay?" I asked.

"For the tenth time, yes," he replied as he pulled out onto the narrow highway. "Look, Allison Miller is throwing the pool party at her mom's house. She's friends with Tricia, right?"

I nodded, though I had no idea who these girls were. It wasn't really my circle of friends, as shy as I was around girls.

"Well, Trisha is dating Jack. Trisha invited Jack. Jack invited me. I invited you. Simple," he concluded.

I shook my head in disbelief. I could see that we were probably going to get kicked out for crashing the party. Jack was sixteen, so his girlfriend and this Allison girl were probably just as young. My friend, William, was seventeen, having just graduated like me. We were older. Miss Miller, Allison's divorced mom, would probably filter out any older kids, like us.

William had the top down on his Camaro and I enjoyed the breeze because, though it was around eleven in the morning, the sun was already beating down. It was hot every day in August in Longville. That's the small town in southwest Louisiana where we lived.

It took ten minutes to get to the Miller's house.

There were a half a dozen cars parked all around. They were parked in the driveway, in the street in front of the house, and on the front lawn, which was mostly dead anyway. William parked on the street and hopped out, leaving the top down. I got out and followed him into the house; the front door was unlocked.

The house was wide and shallow. From the front door I could see the back yard through the sliding glass doors at the back of the house. William glanced around for a second and then walked right on in. I hesitated, but followed.

In the living room, just inside the glass doors, stood Miss Miller. She was fourteen years older than me, having had Allison when she was a teenager herself, but she was fine. That's what we called hot in those days, though fine is still used sometimes today. She had long wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a strong but sexy face. She was deeply tanned over every inch of skin I could see but for two tan lines running up her shoulders and around the back of her neck. She wore a white dress with red dots that was held up by thin straps at her shoulders. The dress left her arms, shoulders, and upper chest bare. Her tits were full and filled out her dress, spilling over the sides just a little.

Miss Miller said, "Go on through, the party's in the back." She had a sexy voice.

William barely acknowledged her as he passed on through the glass door. I followed him, too shy to even say anything to her. That was always the way with me in those days.

There were about a dozen teenagers around and in the pool. I knew only a few from school, the rest were probably from other schools or younger grades. All of the girls were dressed in brightly colored bikinis. All of the guys wore dark swim trunks.

William took off his clothes quickly, stripping down to his trunks. I did the same, only more slowly. Most of the kids watched us come in. Though Miss Miller hadn't filtered us out, I was still concerned about being kicked out for being too old or not invited.

William jumped into the pool and started horsing around. He was quick. Nobody paid me much attention after that. I stripped down to my black and red swim trunks and sat on a chair. Swimming required interaction with girls and I was just too damn shy for that.

After a few minutes one of the girls got out of the pool and came up to me. I didn't recognize her. She had blond hair that reached to her shoulders and a pretty face, despite some blemishes. She was lightly tanned except for the pale tan lines I could see peeking out at the edges of her bikini. It was a skimpy pink one.

She asked, "You're William's friend?"

I nodded. If I was too shy to jump in the water, I was definitely too shy to talk to this girl.

"Did you graduate this year?" she asked.

I nodded again. "Yea," I managed to say, barely.

"I'm one grade behind you. I'm going to be seventeen in a few months. I can't wait to be a senior," she said.

Well, it was just as well that I was so shy. Though I had just recently turned eighteen, I knew enough not to mess with girls under eighteen. I just nodded.

"Well," she said. "I'm Allison. Enjoy the party."

She did look a little like her mother, I thought to myself as she walked away. It was best to stick with girls my own age. Of course, girls my own age scared the hell out of me.

The sun beat down like a demon that day. I started to sweat early and one of the first things I did was put on suntan lotion. I rarely got out like that so my skin was pale.

The other kids left me alone. They horsed around, splashing and swimming all over. I sat alone.

At about noon Miss Miller emerged from the house with a tray of finger sandwiches and many big glasses of lemonade. Everyone gathered around. They all got a sandwich and a drink. I was last.

I took the last sandwich and one of the glasses of lemonade. Miss Miller said to me, "It's ninety three degrees already."

"Sure is hot," I replied.

Miss Miller flipped her hair back over her shoulder. She was the sexiest woman I had ever met. Then she took a big drink of lemonade. I watched her. She was perspiring almost as much as I was. I watched a bead of sweat roll down her chest and disappear down her dress between her big breasts. I was mesmerized, wishing I were that bead of sweat. My cock started to harden in my trunks.

I quickly took a drink from my own glass when she stopped and looked at me. I didn't think she saw me staring at her. I glanced around my glass and hoped nobody else did either.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower to cool off," Miss Miller announced. I was the only one close enough to hear her. "Enjoy the party," she added.

I watched her turn and walk into the house. I noticed that she had a tattoo of a butterfly on the back of her right shoulder. In those days, tattoos on women were rare and it made her look that much sexier to me. My cock hardened more as I watched.

I stood there and ate my little sandwich and drank my lemonade. I was sweating from the heat and also from the thought of Miss Miller showering. I turned away from the pool so nobody could see my hard-on tenting the front of my trunks.

Then an urge came over me. I was young and foolish in those days, like most guys. I was shy around girls but I was very horny. I announced to nobody in particular that I had to use the bathroom, and proceeded into the house.

Trying to look casual to the kids around the pool, not that any of them paid me any mind, I opened and closed the sliding door very slowly as I entered the living room. I was trying to make as little noise as possible, without looking like that was what I was trying to do. As I got the door closed I heard the shower turn on upstairs.

I quickly but lightly padded up the stairs toward the sound. If I were caught, my plan was to tell her that I had to pee and was looking for the bathroom. It was lame plan but it was all I could come up with.

The master bedroom door was wide open and I peeked inside. The adjoining bathroom light was on and that's where the sound of the water running in the shower was coming from. I had to take a look. I couldn't resist.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I snuck through the bedroom, my footfalls lost in the thick carpet. I reached the bathroom doorway and slowly peaked around the jam. I went very slowly so I could spot her before she spotted me, in case she was looking in my direction.

Then I saw her. She was standing with her back toward the door. She was beautiful. She had taken her dress off and was tossing it aside.

She had a bikini top tan line across the middle of her bare back. I could just see the edge of her right tit from under her arm. It was pale and looked so smooth. Her waist was thin and her hips wide. I could clearly see tan lines across her hips and a large triangle of pale skin covering her ass. Her ass was round and firm.

My cock grew instantly hard in my trunks.

Then, she bent forward to adjust the water and I was greeted to a sight I had never seen before. Growing up in such a repressed household I did still manage to get a copy of Playboy. I would jerk off to it every night. But in all of those pages I never really got to see what a pussy looked like. Not without it being mostly hidden behind a mound of dark hair.

Well, I saw Miss Miller's pussy when she bent forward. I saw her asshole above and the slit of her pussy below. I didn't really understand what I was seeing; I just knew that I really wanted to understand it. It was a pink slit with thin brown lips hanging down ever so slightly below. There was also kinky blond hair framing the whole thing.

She stood up and stepped into the shower. I pulled myself back, knowing that she would turn around and spot me if I didn't. I heard her draw the shower curtain. I took that as my cue to leave. I was confounded by what I had just seen, but I yearned to see more.

I made my way back out to the pool, my cock deflating just as I got there. Nobody noticed me as I walked back to my chair next to my pile of clothing. I sat down and took a deep breath.

My heart was pounding after what I had just seen. It had been a big risk to sneak that peek but it had yielded great reward. I was so curious. Most of my friends already knew all this but with my upbringing I was way behind in my sexual education.

Half an hour later William found me. I was sitting alone in a chaise lounge watching everyone splash around. He was soaked.

"Hey, buddy. We're all going to head over to Jimmy's house," he said.

"Who's Jimmy?" I asked.

"He's Michelle's older brother, you don't know him," he told me.

Well, I didn't know Michelle either.

"Anyway, he's supposed to have beer and no parental supervision," he said with a smile.

"I don't know," I said.

"It'll be fun," he urged.

"No," I said. "Look, this isn't my sort of thing. Can you just drop me off at my house?"

"What? You live in the wrong direction," he complained.

"I'll take him home," Miss Miller said.

She was standing behind my chaise. I had no idea how long she had been there. I had been looking out for her and I never saw her exit the house. She couldn't have heard William tell me about the beer, I figured, because she would have had something to say about that.

"Great," William said. "See you later."

I turned around and looked at Miss Miller. She was wearing her white and red polka dot dress again. My heart skipped a beat as she looked down into my eyes. "Thanks," I managed to say.

She smiled at me. She had a pretty smile. "Not a problem, I need to drive to Moss Bluff in a little while," she told me.

That was south toward my trailer, which was really closer to Ragley than Longville. I couldn't believe my luck. I wanted to spend time with Miss Miller. She was so sexy I could barely stand it.

All of the kids left. Miss Miller told Allison to be careful and have a good time. Nobody mentioned the beer. I was sure Miss Miller would have put a stop to it if she had known. I wasn't going to mention it.

Miss Miller disappeared in the house without a word. I didn't even see her go as I had glanced away. I waited for a few minutes, the back yard empty but for me. I didn't know if she wanted me to follow her inside, or what.

Then she re-appeared.

Miss Miller had changed into a bikini. She was a knockout. The bikini was all white strings but for four little triangles. Each triangle was dark yellow, decorated with white dots. Two of the triangles half-covered her tits, one covered her pussy, and the last one covered her ass.

I pulled my knees up as my cock tented my trunks once again.

Miss Miller was deeply tanned all over but for the pale skin peeking out from behind her bikini. She walked up to me. Up close her tits looked huge and were totally natural. I hoped that my trunks were black enough, and my knees were up far enough, for her not to notice my hard cock. She casually told me, "I'm so hot. I'm going to take a dip before we go, if that's okay."

I swallowed hard and nodded.

She walked the three steps to the pool. I watched her ass sway as she approached the edge. Then she dove into the water.

I stared intently. She surfaced on the far side of the pool, her blond hair plastered to the back of her head. She swam to the far edge and held on for a second. Then she kicked off from the edge toward my side. She had perfect form.

Reaching the edge of the pool in front of me she climbed out, the water cascading down the curves of her sexy body. She walked back to me as I tried to avert my eyes. She pulled the chair to my left closer to my chaise and sat down. She was right there in arms reach. I could barely breathe.

"Mmm...," she moaned and tossed her wet hair behind her. "That feels so much better."

"Cool?" I asked. It was all I could say.

"Well, I'm still hot, but it's better. Aren't you the Carpenter's kid?" she asked me.

I nodded.

"Wow," she said, shaking her head. "So, were they really strict on you?"

I nodded again and said, "I have my own place now."

"Oh? So, you're on your own, eh?"

I nodded. My cock was so hard that I could hardly think. She was beautiful.

"Did they let you date?" she asked.

I nodded. "Chaperoned," I clarified.

"You ever sneak out with a girl?" she asked with a smirk.

I shook my head. "No chance for that."

She cocked her head to the side and looked at me. Then she asked, "So, have you ever kissed a girl?"

I nodded. "Goodnight kisses."

She smiled and then she looked around. "Now, where did I put that towel?" she asked. I hadn't seen any towel. She reached to her right and found nothing. Then she reached to her left, across my body. She tapped my thighs with her forearm.

My legs dropped and my hard cock became evident as it tented by trunks obscenely. Miss Miller gasped. "Oh my," she said.

I dropped my hands to my crotch to try to cover my cock. I pulled my knees up again. "Sorry," I said.

"Did I cause that?" she asked, surprised.

I nodded my head.

She smiled and said, "I didn't think you'd be interested in an old woman like me." She was thirty-two.

I barely managed to say, "You're really pretty."

"Really?" she asked.

I nodded. That was all I could do.

"Well," she said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to turn you on so much with this bikini and all. Hmm," she thought. "I guess the least I could do is relieve your issue, don't you think? I caused it after all."

I was stunned. I froze, except for my cock, which throbbed even harder.

Miss Miller then reached for my trunks and without a moment's hesitation she pulled them up my bent legs. My cock was free. She instantly reached down and wrapped her fingers around the shaft.

"Oh, God," I sighed. The situation had turned around in the last five seconds, much for the better. Miss Miller wasn't giving me a chance to be scared and pull away. She had taken control.

"Have you ever had a girl touch your cock before?" she asked as she gently stroked my dick. She had a very light touch.

I shook my head.

She gripped my prick harder and began stroking me. I dropped my legs, my trunks still at mid-thigh. I watched as her fist bunched the skin at the bottom and then stretched the skin at the top. She knew what she was doing.

My head swam with pleasure. It was a strange sensation to have someone else touching my prick. I loved it.

"So, have you ever french-kissed a girl?" she asked casually.

I shook my head. The pleasure from her hand was greater than anything I could do myself. I couldn't speak.

Miss Miller leaned forward. She had lots of freckles. I found that sexy. She kissed me. Then she lifted her head and looked at me, still stroking my cock. She said, "Open your mouth and let my tongue in."

Then she kissed me again and this time I let her do what she wanted to. She pressed her tongue into my mouth. It was so strange to me, that first time. I was transported to a different world; a world consisting completely of our mouths, her hand, and my cock.

After a moment, I began stroking her tongue with mine. Then she slowly pulled her tongue back. I chased it. Then I was inside her mouth. A light had come on and I realized what this was all about. I pressed my tongue deep into her mouth, stroking her tongue and her teeth. I could feel her hand stroking my cock faster and faster.

Miss Miller pulled up and broke the kiss. She looked down at me and smiled. "You're a fast learner," she said.

I smiled at that. I was very motivated to learn as much as I could.

She stroked my cock steadily with her fist. She glanced at her hand and then looked into my eyes. She asked, "So, does this feel good enough?"

I nodded. It felt like heaven.

"Well, this might feel better," she said. And with that, she did the most amazing thing to me. She dropped her head to my lap and kissed and licked the head of my cock.

I felt her tongue flit against underside of my prick. Every lick sent a jolt of pleasure directly into my brain. Then I felt her hot wet mouth envelop the head of my cock and begin to push down. She was sucking my dick up into her mouth. "Whoa," I gasped.

My cock was of average size and Miss Miller was able to press her face lower and lower until almost my entire prick was in her mouth. She gripped me tightly between her lips. Then she began slowly stroking her lips up and down my cock. Her hands roamed across my chest and down my legs.

"Oh my god, that feels so good Miss Miller," I moaned, overcome with such gratitude I was finally able to speak. I was swept away by the pleasure of her mouth. I didn't care about anything else in the world except that feeling.

She stroked my cock steadily with her lips. I felt her tongue swirl around the head on each upstroke. I felt the back of her throat tap the head on each downstroke. The sound of her slurping mouth was so sexy to me.

I started breathing heavy, moaning in pleasure. I watched her intently, memorizing every second. I watched her lips travel up and down my shaft; it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

Miss Miller's mouth was warm and wet around my dick. Her tongue played across the sensitive skin on each stroke inside her mouth. Her blond hair, which cascaded down around her face, gently bobbed and rocked as she gave me my very first blowjob.

"I'm going to do it," I told her, feeling the sensations that told me I was getting close. I didn't want to accidentally come in her mouth. I assumed that would have grossed her out.

"Mmm hmm," she moaned around my cock.

I was shocked. Surely she didn't want me to come in her mouth. That thought was pushed aside when she cupped my balls in her warm left hand and kneaded them gently. My thighs and balls started tingling. I was coming.

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