Summer of 18 Pt. 02

"You've forgotten about the time she caught us?"

"When we were playing in your pool ya mean."

"Uh huh. Do you remember how old we were then?"

"Thirteen, I think. It was your first summer here. I remember thinking how cute you were."

"Cute? I had to have been pretty skinny." Kara turned up her nose. "Probably had acne too."

"Well, you didn't have curves like you do now," Tommy said, his eyes roaming over Kara's barely covered body, pausing at the spot between her bare thighs, "But you were still cute."

Kara had seen the look and was enjoying it. She blushed however at the word 'cute'. "And just what about me did you think was cute."

"Do I have to say?"

Kara smiled. "I'd like you to."

"Well, your butt was kinda cute, especially the way you kept sticking it in my face."

Kara turned red. "I did that! Oh my God. What else?"

"Uh well, your whatever you callems. They were kinda cute too."

Kara looked down at her breasts. "Really? They must have been awfully small back then."

"Uh... well... I liked 'em."

Kara leaned forward. The shift dropped away, nearly baring her entire chest. "I was hoping you still might," she said with a grin.

Tommy looked down the top of the shift. Today he could even see the nipples. He gave an embarrassed look at the bulge in his pants. "I thought that was obvious."

Kara looked devilishly at the tent in Tommy's pants, her gaze lingering too long for Tommy's comfort. He tried to divert her attention. "Yeah, We did have some fun." He looked back at the sight being offered him.

Kara smiled inwardly at the thought of what Tommy was seeing. "Do you remember helping me out of the pool, just before your mother got there."

Tommy looked up. "Yeah, but what about it?"

The edges of Kara's lips turned upward and her eyes got bigger. "You told me my butt was cute. Now tell me you didn't notice it rubbing against you."

"Well, sure I did, but that was an accident... Wasn't it?"

"Not an accident, Mr. Class Valedictorian," Kara announced.

Tommy jerked a look at his watch. "Oh my God, I almost forgot -"

"What? Forgot what?"

"I'm supposed to take Mother to Gram's."

'This isn't happening again,' Kara thought. "Now?" she asked, her face registering disbelief. "You're coming back though, right?"

"Not 'til tonight, but I can see you in the morning again, if that's okay."

Kara was thinking she must have the plague or something, the way Tommy had run off two days in a row. "Yeah, I guess so," she said with resignation. "I'll still be here, I expect."

Kara was seriously disappointed. Attempting to make the best of it though, she decided she would work on her tan. Other than Tommy's window next door, and of course their own windows, the Radcliffe's backyard was relatively private. But with no one other than Kara home at either house, she would be able to lay out at the pool, topless.

As Tommy made his way through the hedge, Kara returned to the house. On her way through the kitchen she picked up the panties she had left for Tommy to find. Dreaming about what might have been, she took a brief nap, allowing the sun to climb a little higher. On awakening, Kara put on one of her many bikinis and made her way to the pool.

Kara rinsed off with a quick dip in the pool, then parked herself on a nearby recliner. The bikini Kara was wearing had been bought when she was a size or two smaller. The top did little now to cover her ample breasts, exposing a goodly amount of skin between, as well as on the sides and undersides. It would be considered indecent if she were now to wear this undersized bikini in public, but in the privacy of her backyard it didn't matter.

Kara spread sun-tan oil on the exposed portions of her body and under the edges of her bikini. She thought she saw movement at Tommy's window, but Tommy was gone with his mother to his grandmother's house and Mr. Taylor was at work. It had to be her imagination.

Kara loosened the ties on her top, removed it and spread a thin layer of oil over her breasts. She lowered the back of the recliner and closed her eyes, imagining herself again on the beach in France, basking in the attention her uncovered breasts had attracted. She rested a hand on the warm spot between her legs and caressed it lightly with her fingertips.

Kara was jarred from her day-dream by the sound of the back-door at Tommy's house. Fearing it might be his mother coming to lecture her again on how 'proper' girls should behave, she hastily put her bikini top back on. Listening intently for further clues, she was surprised and relieved to hear Tommy's voice from near the hedge. "Can I join you?" he asked.

It had been Tommy that Kara had seen at the window. He must have been watching her, probably with binoculars. Now he was on his way over, expecting to find her topless. Unfortunately for him, maybe for her too, she had already put her top back on. "Sure, pull up a chair," she offered.

Tommy plopped down on a nearby lounger but instead of turning it to face the sun, like Kara had done, he left it facing her. The two studied each other for several minutes without saying anything. Kara, who had been staring unabashedly at the bulge in the front of Tommy's swim trunks, finally broke the silence. "I do have bikinis that fit, you know, but I didn't expect you to be back this afternoon."

Tommy saw where Kara was looking and drew his knees up, attempting to disguise his growing predicament. He then acted as if it was her problem, not his. "Don't apologize. I like it."

Kara craned her neck to look past Tommy's raised knees. She made it quite obvious what she was looking at and Tommy's face turned a shade of crimson. He stammered, "Uh... Maybe I shouldn't be here."

"Oh no, I'm glad you're here, but I thought you were going to your grandmother's. What happened?"

"I told Mother I felt sick so I could come home."

Kara watched Tommy closely as they talked. Over the last couple of days she had come to realize that she had dismissed him much too quickly a couple of years before. He certainly wasn't the gangling geek her girlfriends had thought him to be. She even thought his 'package' would be worth suffering whatever faults he might have. "Well you're obviously not sick and I like talking with you about the fun we used to have. So stay. Please."

Tommy didn't need much persuading. He had claimed sick primarily because of Kara. Not only had he missed spending time with her the last two years, but the last couple of days had convinced him that she was probably the hottest girl ever. Whatever, he wasn't about to get shut out like he had the last two years.

Tommy and Kara talked easily about the many things they had done when they were younger and avoided mention of the times their games had become sexual.

Changing the topic of conversation caused an improvement in Tommy's condition and he eventually lowered his knees. Kara however, wasn't as pleased. It had been fun for her to see the effect she was having on Tommy, without the guilt she felt when teasing her father.

"You're mother's gone for the rest of the day then?"

"Yeah, Dad's picking her up when he gets off work."

Kara stretched her arms over her shoulders and loosened the bikini string tied behind her neck. Conversationally, she pursued her questioning, "They won't be home until..."

Tommy stared as Kara brought the ends of the strings around to the front and released them, exposing even more of her breasts. "Uh... six-thirty or seven I would guess."

Kara reached behind her and untied the final string holding the top in place. "Daddy will be home before then, but you don't have to rush off, do you?" Kara dropped her hands in her lap, allowing the top to fall and exposing her breasts fully.

Tommy caught his breath at the sight. "Uh uh... no, I don't have to go." He hastily pulled his knees up, attempting to conceal the rapidly growing tent in his trunks.

"You don't have to hide it," Kara pointedly said. "In fact, I rather like that my breasts excite you. Make yourself useful, dummy." Kara threw the bottle of tanning oil to him.

"Uh... you want me to put this on you?"

"You don't want to?"

"Well yeah but uh... where?"

"Not my face and neck. You did see me do them didn't you."

"Uh, yeah... I did, uh huh."

"You sure you're up for this?"

"Well yeah, but like of course. For sure. I'm just surprised is all. I didn't think uh... at least not today... anyhow."

Kara looked sympathetically at Tommy as he choked on the meaning of what was taking place. "You know, you really are a geek, but I think you'll be worth the trouble." Kara steadied Tommy's hands as he nervously removed the cap from the lotion. "Quick, please, before it clouds over."

Kara lay back and put her hands over her head. If her breasts had been smaller they might have melted into her rib cage, but being of sufficient size they rose proudly in support of her rigid nipples. Tommy gazed longingly. He had often dreamed about Kara's breasts but he had not anticipated an opportunity such as this.

Like dessert, Tommy saved the best for last and began applying oil to Kara's feet and legs. His hands remained cautiously below her knees, but he was scarcely able to contain the excitement he felt over the close-up view of the insides of her thighs and barely concealed mound.

Continuing to deny himself the ultimate expected pleasures, Tommy moved to Kara's stomach. Still cautious, his hands barely brushed the edge of her bikini, and not until after he had applied oil to every inch of Kara's stomach, did he finally allow himself the thrill of venturing up the lower slopes of her breasts.

Kara was not immune to the goings on either. This was already way more exciting than with the stranger in France. Neither her father nor anyone else, other than Tommy, was present. She didn't need to hide her emotions. She could just let whatever was going to happen, happen.

Tommy's pulse rose and his breaths came quicker. He moved back slightly to keep his growing erection from poking Kara in the side. When Tommy's fingers grazed her nipples, Kara sighed and locked her hands behind Tommy's head, drawing his lips to hers. Their mouths opened and their tongues became entwined.

Although Tommy was anxious to continue the kiss, he relented as Kara pushed his lips toward her breasts. Although there was a slightly oily taste from the lotion he had just spread there, Tommy savored each of her delightful breasts. Kara's nipples grew and became firm as Tommy's tongue flicked across them.

Kara untied the strings at either side of her bikini bottom and raised herself slightly, pulling it from under her. Dropping the last of her bikini on the pool deck, she reached for Tommy's midsection and clutched desperately at the tent in his trunks.

Tommy was short on experience, but he allowed instinct to guide him. He tugged his trunks over his hips and dropped them at his feet. As his cock sprang loose, Kara clamped her hand around it and with her other hand on his backside, pulled him down on top of her. Kara spread her legs and with her hand still between them, guided Tommy's cock into her pussy.

Kara had experienced sex before, but only once, after the Senior Prom in the back seat of a car. This was much better. Not only was it outside and daylight, but she knew that Tommy really wanted her, probably more than anything else in the world. Most importantly though, she also wanted him.

As Tommy's lips pressed into Kara's, she opened her mouth and sucked his tongue deeply into hers. The slight pain he experienced was mitigated by likening the overall sensation to what it might be like if Kara's head were between his legs or alternatively, his between hers. It was nothing like he had ever felt before.

As Kara relished the feel of Tommy's cock, repeatedly penetrating her innermost depths, she expanded her excitement by imagining what her mouth might do to Tommy, and what she hoped his mouth would do to her.

Greedily wanting every possible sensation, Kara took Tommy's hands and placed them on her breasts. She coaxed him into grasping them firmly while at the same time lightly brushing the tips of her nipples.

Neither would have been able to prolong their love-making much past initial touches had they not each masturbated to orgasm only an hour or two before. In spite of this, each soon reached the point where they felt their head would explode.

Kara's knees edged upward, ever closer to her chest. She grasped Tommy's butt in her hands, holding him in tightly as she began to tremble. Her eyes closed tightly. She took several quick short gasps, then let the air out of her lungs with a cry of ecstasy.

Tommy, his urgency heightened by Kara's display of excitement, arched his back and grunted as he shot his sperm into her. The two clung tightly to each other as the waves of pleasure rippled through them.

They were silent for several minutes. Then Kara spoke, "How 'bout we take a quick dip, then have something to eat."

"Mother's not home to interrupt, we could -"

"Go skinny-dipping? That's what I had in mind, dummy."

"Oh yeah... uh fine... lets do it then."

Kara jumped up and dove head-long into the pool. She swam a way underwater before surfacing. "Whatcha waiting for," she yelled.

Tommy walked along the pool deck to where Kara stood in waist-deep water. He cannon-balled in, practically on top of her.

"Hey, watch it!" Kara chided as Tommy surfaced and grabbed her from behind.

Tommy cupped his hands over Kara's breasts and pressed his growing erection against Kara's backside. "Just wanted you to know I was learning."

"So I notice, but if we start fooling around again, we'll never get any lunch."

"Not sure that would be all bad, but I think I can wait 'til after lunch."

"Whoa... you're pretty frisky for a guy who used to keep turning me down."

"Uh yeah... well, I guess I didn't understand."

"Oh, is that ever an understatement."

"Jeez, I guess I really didn't understand."

"Boy, I'll say! Let's get some lunch."

Kara scrambled away and climbed out of the pool. Tommy followed quickly. They dried each other with Kara's towel and hastily redressed in their swim attire. Kara's too small bikini was still causing Tommy some unusual feelings, but both now thought that was okay.

In the kitchen Kara motioned Tommy to a chair, "You sit. I'll fix some lunch."

Kara busied herself scurrying from the refrigerator to the counter and then to the stove. Tommy watched, hypnotized by the too small bikini she wore. The top exposed most of her breasts and the crack in her butt showed well above the bottoms.

Kara put sandwiches and cokes on the table, then sat down, across from Tommy. As they ate his gaze remained fixed on her nearly exposed breasts. Kara could see that Tommy was staring, actually in a sort of daze. "What... " she said, "Earth to Tommy..."

"Uh, sorry... I was just thinking about something."

"I know its small... but I told you it is old... I've had it since I was a lot smaller."

"Two whole summers, almost three years lost. Its hard to believe I was so stupid."

"But you're not going to be anymore, right?" Kara untied her top and threw it on the floor.

"Uh... what if your father comes home."

"He's working."

"Yeah, but what if he does come home."

"He's seen me like this."

"Really?"

"Sure, on the beach in France. I went topless."

"In front of your father?"

"Uh huh. He pretended not to look at first but finally admitted he liked 'em though... my tits I mean."

"Well, yeah, I would think so... But I don't think he'd want me seeing them."

"You might be surprised."

"Huh? How so?"

"Well he kinda figures I'm in heat, and he is a man, but he still wants me to be his daughter. I think he might like knowing -"

"Knowing what? You're not going to tell him are you?"

"Hey, he's not stupid. He knows I met you yesterday and he knew I was meeting you today and he knew how I was dressed. Well, not about the panties but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know what I had in mind."

"You mean -"

"Yeah, but you wanted it too didn't you?"

"Well, yeah but I thought you were just teasing."

"I'm not fifteen anymore."

"I've noticed," Tommy said as he finished his sandwich, his gaze still fixed on Kara's bare chest.

Kara stood up from the table and took Tommy's hand. "You're right, we lost almost three years. I hope you're not planning on losing any more."

"No," Tommy replied as he got up and followed Kara into the bedroom.

*****

That night, when Kara and her father were having dinner, he asked, "Well, did you see Tommy this morning?"

"Uh huh."

"Are you going to tell me about it?"

Kara had never talked to her father about being with boys. "Nothing to tell."

"Well, if you met him wearing what you were wearing at breakfast, there ought to be something to tell."

"Daaddy! Pleeze."

"If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to."

"I do, but just not yet."

"Well, whenever then."

For the rest of the evening they talked about other things. But when Kara went to bed, she was still wishing for some way to tell her father about Tommy. Like she had told Tommy that afternoon, her father would probably be happy she had a serious love interest.

*****

John Radcliffe usually woke his daughter in time for breakfast, but the next morning when Kara came awake by herself, it was well past the time her father would have gone to work. She and he had been up till late the previous night and she supposed he had gone off without waking her. Then she heard the sound of his electric pencil sharpener and realized he had stayed home and was already at work in his second floor office.

Kara still hadn't told her father about Tommy, but his being home gave her an idea for how she might do it. The desk in her father's office looked out over the pool and Tommy was coming for a swim later in the morning. Kara quickly took a shower and then dressed in a bikini bottom and one of her father's old dress shirts. Stopping in the kitchen she found a Danish and made herself a cup of coffee. She took both with her to the pool.

Kara acted as if she thought her father had gone to the office without waking her. Because of the bright sunlight she could not see into the office, but was still sure her father would be looking over the pool. It was his favorite way to work. She walked to the far side and sat in a recliner facing the house.

John Radcliffe looked up from his work and watched as his daughter sat down in the recliner. He guessed she did not know he was still at home as she had not said anything to him. He would join her later, but for now he had work he needed to be doing.

Kara finished her coffee and Danish and assumed her father had by now spotted her. With a little luck Tommy would be watching too. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. She was not wearing the top to the bikini. Her breasts were bare. She shivered with excitement at the possibility that there were two pairs of eyes watching her.

Mr. Radcliffe looked up just as Kara removed the shirt. He was surprised she wasn't wearing a top. Sure, she probably thought he had gone to work, but there was still the house next door with at least one window overlooking the pool. His arousal grew as he watched his daughter. She was just like her mother had been at that age, didn't care who might be watching, probably even hoped that someone was.

Kara spread suntan lotion over her front side. As she did, she snuck a peak up at the light reflecting off her father's office window, and at the reflection from Tommy's bedroom. Kara's father would have a terrific view of her from his front row balcony seat, might even have his telescope out, and if Tommy was looking, he probably had binoculars.