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Desdmona
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“Let’s sit under that tree while we wait, Fannie. You know they’ll make us be the last ones to eat. They always do.”

“Shh, someone will hear you, and they won’t let us eat at all.”

We both laughed. Kenny grabbed a root beer and then plopped down under the huge oak that provided the only shade. I eased myself down along side him. Our shoulders touched, and he leaned over close.

“I like that top you’re wearing Fannie,” he whispered. “I can see your cleavage.”

I smacked him on the arm and looked down at the front of my top before saying, “You can’t either.”

“Yes I can. I can see right where the lace on your bra is too.”

I flushed with embarrassment. And thrilled at the idea he was looking at me like that. I deliberately crossed my arms over my chest in an effort to hide.

“Won’t do you any good to hide it now, Fannie, I done seen it. Besides with your arms crossed like that, it just shows it off more.”

He was right of course. I harrumphed and jerked my arms down to my sides. Kenny took my hand, placed it on his thigh, and covered it with his.

“Hey, you two! Smile!”

“Geez, Mom. Another picture?”

Mrs. McBride took snapshots at every occasion. Kenny stuck his tongue out at his mother then reeled it back in when she gave him a motherly look that seemed to say, “I’ll cut that tongue out of your mouth, boy.”

Kenny relented. “You might as well smile, Fannie. She won’t leave us alone otherwise.”

He made sure he said it loud enough for her to hear, and then he cocked a playful grin. She snapped the picture and turned to leave, adding over her shoulder, “And I can be a pest too when I put my mind to it. Where do you think you learned it?” With that, she was off. There were other unsuspecting subjects waiting everywhere.

“I like your mom, Kenny. She’s just so nice.”

“Yeah, I do too, but don’t tell her I said so. I like being the thorn in her side, as she calls me.”

He absent-mindedly began rubbing his thumb along the side of my palm. I lightly squeezed his leg and could feel the muscle of his thigh bunch up under my fingers. He scooted closer to me in response. Our hips met. We sat quietly enjoying the closeness.

The crowds at the food tables slowly thinned. I looked over at him and gave him a wicked grin before saying,

“I’ll race ya to the food.”

I jumped up and ran to the first table before he could answer. He followed close behind, hugging me from the back when he caught up to me. He pulled me to him, and I felt his bulge pressing into my backside. I blushed and quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching us. Luckily, we’d gone unnoticed, but I wasn’t willing to risk it again, so I eased away and began to fill my plate.

The eating tables were nearly full, so we had to sit across from one another and squeeze in. People were talking all around us. Boisterous laughter rang out as someone told a corny joke. I glanced over at Kenny. He smirked at me, and rolled his eyes at something someone said.

When the meal was finally over, the sun was setting. Kenny winked at me and tilted his head to the side, motioning me to leave. I couldn’t wait to be alone with him again, so I hurried to tell my parents I was going with Kenny. They nodded their approval.


I met him at his car, breathless from running. He opened the door for me, and I scooted into the middle. He got in after me and, before turning the key, kissed me quickly on the mouth. I slumped down in the seat and lay my head on his shoulder. His hair swept over my nose. I could smell his Herbal Essence shampoo. It smelled good.

Kenny drove through town and went right on past the turn-off to my street. I didn’t ask him where he was going. I wanted to be with him, so it didn’t matter. When he pulled off into a hidden drive on the side of a cornfield, my nerves began to prickle. Before turning the engine off, he revved it loudly. My heart accelerated with it.

He didn’t say a word; he just turned his head and pressed his full lips to mine. We kissed closed-mouthed, letting our lips slide across and cast together. His tongue wedged in between and parted my lips. My stomach jolted. I was jittery. His hand dropped to my thigh and I gasped.

“Kenny ...” My words were muffled between our mouths. He kept kissing me, licking my mouth. I kissed him back. His fingers began to move up my leg, beneath my scooter skirt. I breathed deeper and felt my chest expand so that my nipples grazed his chest.

“Mmmmm. Breathe like that again Fannie!”

I couldn’t breathe any other way. His fingers were touching the inside of my thigh, and they were climbing higher.

“Kenny, you ... shouldn’t, I ... shouldn’t.”

“Yes Fannie, this time we should. Let me Fannie. This time let me.”

His words were soft and pleading. But his mouth was demanding and cut off any objection I might have made. He slipped his hand up to my panties. I shuddered and pulled my mouth away to bury my face into his shoulder. His middle finger dug beneath the elastic and furled its way through my pubic hair. I should have made him stop, but I didn’t want him to. And he didn’t. His finger traced up my slit and then poked between.

“Geez Fannie, you’re so wet.”

“I’m sorry, is that bad?” I refused to lift my head up off his shoulder.

“Hell no, Fannie! It’s the best thing I ever touched. Let me touch more, Fannie. Please. Take off your skirt.”

“I don’t know, Kenny. I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared Fannie. I won’t ever take nothing from you that you don’t offer me.”

I pulled back away from him and shakily undid the button at the back. I couldn’t look at him when I slipped off my skirt. I couldn’t believe I was doing it. We had never gone this far before. I still couldn’t look at Kenny. He cupped his hand over the cotton panel of my underwear between my legs.

“God Fannie, you’re so warm. I can feel heat all over my hand.”

I looked at him then, his eyes were glossy, even in the dim light of evening. He was excited, I could see it on his face. He held his hand motionless for a second, and then grabbed the edges of my panties in his fist. His knuckles slid over the ridge of my groin. Cool air rushed in, over my exposed pussy. I trembled and fell forward against his chest, burying my face again. It felt so terrifyingly good.

“I want these Fannie, can I have them?”

“My panties?”

“Yeah, can I?”

“Uh ...”

“Say I can, Fannie.”

“All right. You can.”

He immediately grabbed the top edge of my panties and drew them downward. I closed my eyes, feeling but not looking.

“Lift your hips.”

I did as he asked, and the fabric slipped along my thighs and stuck momentarily between my legs. He tugged a little and they popped free. He hung them on his rearview mirror. I was naked from the waist down and shivered with the thought of it. I closed my legs in a feeble attempt to conceal my nakedness.

“Don’t hide from me, Fannie, let me see you. I want to see you so bad.”

His big hands gently touched my legs and persuaded them open.

“Damn Fannie, I can see you. I can see you and I can touch you and I can smell you.”

As he spoke his fingers slipped beyond the pubic hair and into my core. I was slippery with moisture. He petted me up and down in feathery strokes. His fingertips found the nub and pinched it lightly. It burned and I moaned.

“Oh, what was that? It feels so good. Do that.” I lay back on the car seat. My hand hit the door above my head and I grabbed hold of the window seal. He ran his finger down and around the rim of my pussy before sliding up and pinching me lightly again. I felt like begging.

“More, I want more Kenny, please, I want to feel you inside of me.”

“Are you sure, Fannie? Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m sure ... I’m really sure, please just do it.”

Kenny fumbled with his jeans and then his briefs. I didn’t watch. He propped himself over me and leaned his face down to mine.

“Are you really sure, Fannie?”

“I promise I am, Kenny. I promise. I want more. I want it. I want you.”

Kenny eased further down on me and pushed my leg off the car seat. His hand reached down and I knew he had grabbed his penis. He ran the tip of it along me and I nearly bucked him off when it touched my clitoris. He groped around for my hole and finally found it. He shoved against it and I felt the head of his cock pop just inside. His hips pitched forward. I felt the tearing and the burning so quickly it was too late to stop it from happening. I screamed without meaning to. He stopped immediately and held still.

“Oh, god Fannie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I didn’t mean to.”

I forced back the tears. “I’m OK, Kenny. I’m OK”

“You want me to stop?”

“No, don’t stop, just wait a second.”

Kenny held himself perfectly still. His arms wobbled and sweat beaded on his face. I moved a little. The pain had lessened. I raised my hips up to him, allowing his penis deeper inside of me. I felt so full. He slowly moved his hips away and then towards me again. His cock slipped down and back. He repeated it. Again. Then again. And still again. I could feel the ripples and contours of him, slipping in and out. The pain dulled to nothing. Then nothing turned to yearning. Each forward thrust caressed me. Teased me. I had the urge to spread my legs as far apart as they would go. I wanted to be open. I wanted him to be in me as far as he could go. And he was. He was buried in me, swashing my pussy.

I tried to savor every detail. The way his penis expanded and touched deeper inside of me. The way his face contorted in concentration. The way his skin gleamed with sweat. And the way his shirt flapped between us. The way my body shook with my climax. The way it quivered to my toes. The way it strengthened with his thrusts. And the way it deepened when he delved inside of me.

“Fannie, I’m going to come Fannie, I’m going to come.” And he did. I could feel warm flushes of something coating me, then balmy fluid trickling out around him, between us. He sank onto me, sucking in air.

“Man! Think Fannie, think, we finally fucked.”

I couldn’t help but think. Feelings rushed through my head with sparkling speed. We had fucked and it felt so right. It hurt but it wasn’t too bad. There was a smell to fucking that I hadn’t expected. I was a slippery mess. I never knew I could get this excited. I wouldn’t get pregnant this close to my period. Oh my god, Kenny and I had finally fucked.

“We did it Kenny, we did it and I’m so happy we did.”

He didn’t answer. The weight of him shifted. I didn’t feel warmly cocooned anymore. I tried to see his face. I tried to smell him. I tried to hear his breathing.

“KENNY!”

“Fannie? Fannie, can you hear me?”

“Kenny?” No, it wasn’t Kenny, it was a feminine voice speaking.

“What’s wrong with you, Fannie?”

“Kenny, where’s Kenny?”

“Fannie honey, don’t be mean.”

“He was here, I was with him. He was just here.”

“Fannie honey, you know Kenny’s dead.”

I looked around the room. Purses and coats lay undisturbed, on the couch. I could hear murmured voices from another room. I looked at Mrs. McBride hunkered over from the passage of years. Her features tightened and her eyes misted over. I could see her suffering in the way her mouth twitched at the corners.

“I’m so sorry.” I touched her hand and she grasped on to mine, squeezing it gently. Our eyes locked. Pictures of Kenny flashed by. And the moment passed. Her features softened. She cleared her throat and released my hand before saying,

“It’s OK Fannie, you must have been dreaming.”

I responded without hesitation, “No Mrs. McBride, I wasn’t dreaming.” I smiled knowingly. “I was remembering.”

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shiner1718shiner1718over 15 years ago
Great Story

Very personal, very touching, and yet erotic. What a great balance.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 19 years ago
WOW

I've never cried so much!!! Thank you it's just beautiful

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