Summer Visit Ch. 12

"It wasn't like I had this whole step-by-step plan or anything. I did try to put a few little things in place to help my chances. But mostly I just told you what I wanted and counted on you to be the amazing guy I knew you were. I'm really sorry if knowing any of things makes my intentions seem disingenuous. I can promise you they aren't. I really wanted you to be my first, I'm really glad you are, and I still want to be with you."

I looked down at our entwined hands now, not able to meet Caylee's eyes. Her spiel had seemed very sincere but I still felt unsure.

"Baby, please. I need you to believe me. I just wanted to be with you." Her voice was pleading. I looked up and connected with those wide baby-blues. I searched those eyes, as though I could find the absolute truth written inside if I looked hard enough.

"I really want to believe you. I just... I need to think about it a bit. Is that OK?"

She nodded, saying "Yes, of course." Pressing a kiss to our joined hands, she stood up and pulled me with her. "Just hold me for a minute please. If you don't mind. Just in case you decide to be mad or something."

I did as she asked, folding my arms around her smaller frame. She laid her head on my chest and breathed in deeply, perhaps taking in my scent to record this memory. I closed my eyes and did the same. I don't know if I could bear this to be the last time we held each other like this. Besides...

"So I take it those plans for starting my introduction to the joys of anal are off the table?" Caylee remarked dryly, still nestled as deeply into my arms as she could get. I couldn't help but huff out a small laugh at that.

"Umm, yah, I think we'll table that until at least tomorrow. Besides, I never did find the bottle of lube."

She pulled back to look at me. "Oh, right. I think maybe we left it in the bathroom?"

I nodded, remembering last night's adventures. "Shit. I really wish I'd remembered that."

"Me too." Caylee said softly. "Me too." I wondered if she was picturing the same images I was - what we could've been up to by now if I hadn't found this damn diary. I cursed myself for not putting it right back the second my hands came across it.

But there was nothing we could do about it for tonight. I just wanted to get some sleep, clear my head, and figure out how to take this. We prepared for bed and cuddled up together. I hadn't wanted to go sleep in the guest room or anything, that would've made this feel like a disagreement or something. And it wasn't, it was just... unexpected.

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Day 29 - Thursday:

I woke in my new favourite place - spooned behind Caylee with her ass pressed right up against my morning wood. My erection twitched as I remembered our plans for last night, prior to being disrupted. What a sweet road that would've been to travel, satisfying yet another area of curiosity for Caylee. It seemed she had few limits, wanting a taste of everything. Hopefully we could return to those ideas another time soon.

We woke up slowly, both enjoying the feel of being wrapped up together. Caylee may have been worried it would be our last time, curled up together like this in the morning, but I'd made my decision over night. Well, more like over the course of the hours during which I couldn't sleep.

Holding her as she slept, I don't think I could've made any other choice. After all, it was my own damn fault for invading her privacy. I think she was telling me the truth. And so what if she'd planned to seduce me? I didn't think that took anything away from our relationship, or made it any less real. It wasn't as though she put a witch's spell on me or manipulated me. I went into things with eyes wide open, only partially dragged by my hormones.

Now, I wanted her to wake up fully so I could tell her. I reached over and slowly stroked her super-soft cheek. My hand came away wet and I quickly got up and leaned over her, kissing her hair and face, kissing the tears away.

"Baby, no, it's OK. If you'll forgive me for reading that entry, I don't care about anything else you may have thought or done before this summer."

She looked up at me with unconcealed hope, her eyes watery. "Really?" I nodded. "Yes, of course I do." I held her tightly to my chest as she took a moment to sniffle and wipe away the rest of her tears with the edge of the topsheet.

"Thank you. I promise I'll never do that again."

"I'll hold you to that!" She smacked my chest and although I flinched, I took it in stride.

"But before we just pick up where we left off, I really want to settle our discussion. About next year." She rolled her eyes but waited to hear what I had to say. "While I was thinking about everything last night, I came up with an idea. That was one of the main reasons I was tempted to read the diary. I've been feeling torn up about it because I keep worrying that, if we were together, like, beyond just the summer, I'd always worry that I kept you from exploring other options. I keep feeling like it'd be selfish of me to keep you all to myself." Caylee seemed to want to interject but after opening her mouth, she closed it again. Maybe she knew I'd already heard her views on the matter and wanted to hear the new suggestion. "So I was thinking, if you experienced next year as a single woman, and still chose me after that, it would be for the right reasons."

Caylee reached up to brush some hair out of my face and stroked her hand down my cheek, probably sensing my vulnerability. It felt like such a tough decision - I didn't want to give her up, but I loved her too much to hold her back! And I couldn't tell her how much I cared, in case that held her back more. It had been a frustrating paradox, a seemingly impossible decision, but I hoped my idea would help.

"Oh, Matt, you know I'll be coming right back to you next summer no matter what!"

"I will hope for that, yes. But I won't expect it, and I will still care about you whatever you decide."

"Hmm... We may have to modify your plan. For starters, I don't want to go through next year as a single woman." My mind starting racing, dredging up the same worries I'd mulled over a thousand times, but Caylee quickly continued. "But, I will promise to keep an eye out for anyone who doesn't mind dating me with the awareness that I have a boyfriend off at university. Hannah said Léa was pretty kinky so maybe she knows some... people." Caylee looked down shyly, an expression of hers that I saw less and less often.

My jaw dropped open. I wasn't completely shocked, since Caylee had expressed curiosity before, like when we'd watched women-loving-women porn. She'd also told Hannah that she had a ton of questions for her and Léa. But still, it was one thing to know she was curious and quite another to hear she was considering exploring that for herself in the near future! I figured helping Caylee explore her sexuality in that sense would certainly be interesting for everybody involved.

I went to open my mouth to say something but Caylee gave me a look that told me she wasn't finished listing her conditions. "And I want you to visit whenever you can, like for holidays and maybe a few weekends? And I want to find ways we can still have some alone time." She wiggled suggestively underneath me so that I got the message and I had to laugh a little.

"I find your terms acceptable." I teased, leaning down to kiss her on the nose. "I should be able to visit pretty often, it's only a couple hours away. But I think it'll be really challenging to find ways to have alone time with you staying at my parents' house!"

Caylee's eyes were bright with her usual mischievousness. "I think we'll manage. Maybe we'll have to book some time in the laundry room." I grinned down at her. "And maybe, someone I date will want to meet my sexy boyfriend and spend some of that time with us?"

"Shit, how are you so hot?" I was still a bit stunned but also pleased. Caylee had moved beyond sexual confidence to sexual adventurousness and I was not complaining! I moved in to kiss her again but she reached up to hold my jaw firmly. I hummed deep in my throat, aroused by her assertiveness.

"I had a good teacher," she bragged. "So we're good?"

"Yes ma'am." I replied, staying still in her grasp.

"Mmm, I like that. Oh Matty, I'm so relieved..." Releasing her grip on my face, she reached up to throw her arms around my neck and bring me down for a kiss. Happy, excited, glad to be all figured out. It reminded me of her exuberance when I'd finally "caved" to her seduction on the night we fucked for the first time. She'd been so excited and beyond eager to `officially' ditch her virginity.

Our kiss turned passionate quickly with our eagerness to reaffirm our connection. I was beyond turned on, the fires stoked by our plans and discussion. My suggestion had gone over even better than I'd hoped. Sure, it might mean some lonely weeks at university, but we would have lots to talk about and plan for.

"Lie down." Caylee ordered me, pushing on my shoulders. I obeyed her with a grin, laying on my back and settling my head on my pillow as she grabbed the sheets and comforter and threw them towards the bottom of the bed. I loved take-charge Caylee just as much as I loved submissive Caylee.

Caylee began by straddling me, one knee on either side of my hips. Grabbing my arms, she pushed my hands beneath my head and shook them slightly to tell me to keep them still. I raised my eyebrows as a challenge. "Bring it on, baby."

Apparently deciding we had too many clothes on, even with our sparse pyjamas, Caylee sat up tall and lifted her PJ top off, exposing those lovely breasts and rosy nipples. The sight made me desperate to touch, but I kept my hands behind my head, a well-behaved boy. My fingers did flex with the effort, however.

Settling in, Caylee took a moment to press her pelvis into mine, bringing our bodies into contact. I could feel the heat emanating from her crotch and wished she had taken off her PJ bottoms as well. Instead of staying there though, Caylee started to wiggle backward, her fingernails lightly scratching their way down my pecs and abs.

Reaching my boxer shorts, Caylee slipped a finger underneath and pulled the fabric up. As I felt cool air hit my dick, it occurred to me that she was probably trying to get me back from when I'd done the same to her. She slid her finger back and forth across my abdomen. My cock was so hard that it was lifted up towards the fabric of the boxers, creating a perfect gap for Caylee's finger to pass in-between. Her finger felt so soft but so torturous, and I craved a more direct touch.

Instead, Caylee grabbed my boxers at the waist, one hand on each side of my hips and started to pull them down towards my feet. When my cock got caught on the fabric and created a dick-shaped, fabric-covered protrusion, Caylee moaned in approval while I moaned in frustration. She kept pulling my boxers farther down my legs, and finally, I was free, my cockhead smacking me in the belly.

Caylee pulled my boxers off completely and stood at the foot of the bed, staring at my body hungrily. I could see that one of her front teeth was biting her bottom lip enticingly. "Only fair if you get naked too." I told her, nodding towards her PJ shorts but keeping my hands trapped behind my head. I may not have been physically restrained but I'd keep up the pretense. Maybe someday we could get a hold of some rope...

Agreeing with my request, Caylee shimmied out of her shorts and I drank in the sight of her. So curvy and sweet, with those strong muscles flexing with each movement as she climbed back onto the bed. Straddling me above the knees, she placed her hands on the mattress, one to either side of my hips. By now, my cock had gotten the schedule of upcoming events and had produced a little bead of pre-cum. My little cum addict scooped it up with her finger and sucked it off, the slight touch and the action that followed it so sexy that it made me groan.

Bending over me, Caylee started giving my cock slow and gentle licks from base to tip. Her tongue felt so deliciously warm and wet, leaving a tingle of cold behind as it left a trail of wet saliva to cool in the air, especially when her breath feathered across my sensitive skin. Her blue eyes looked up at me, shining with inner excitement. Only a hint of her trademark shyness was visible when she got into her sexual groove like this and became this confident person.

Our gazes stayed connected as Caylee started tonguing my helmet directly. She lifted her right hand from the bed to hold my cock in place for her mouth. It was difficult to keep my eyes open when her soft tongue pressed slightly into my slit as it passed over the tip. I vocalized my struggle with gasps and disjointed syllables as the pleasure raced through me.

Caylee grinned, licking her lips at me, teasing. Always my cheeky little minx, looking for trouble. I could feel her small fingers wrapped around the base of my cock as she experimented, playing with me for her own enjoyment as well as mine. Little wet kisses all over my shaft, pressing her lips right at my tip and wiggling her tongue out between them. Her natural instincts always led us both to wonderful places, I had stopped being her teacher quite a while ago.

"I think..." Caylee mused, pulling her head away but jacking me slowly and lightly with her hand. "I should practice my skills at taking you deep." I moaned at this, my eyes closing as I remembered that magical day in the shower when Caylee had been determined to take all of my cock - and had succeeded. "I would hate to lose my progress. Any objections?" She looked at me, her expression teasing. She knew what my answer would be.

"Hell, no!" I growled, almost panting with anticipation. Her answering smile was wide and genuine. She loved turned me into a horny, desperate, absolute mess of a man. Working her hand a little more firmly and quickly, she stood my dick upright. The way she smoothed her hair and pulled her over one shoulder and wiggled to be sure she was seated comfortably was adorable but also hot. Caylee got so into enjoying sex when she was able to lose herself in the moment, it was just amazing.

Meeting my gaze, Caylee leaned forward and sucked my glans into her mouth all in one go. It was an intense sensation all of a sudden, after having almost all of her strokes on my shaft. I didn't hold back my curses or cries, knowing Caylee would love them. Still watching me, Caylee worked the head in her mouth and the shaft with her hand, adding extra saliva to make everything slippery.

Tipping herself forward, she added another centimetre to her mouthful, tongue coming out to stroke across the bottom. Lifting herself further off my legs, she shoved at them, wanting me to spread them wider. I happily obliged and enjoyed the sensation of Caylee's right hand playing with my balls. She stroked and fondled them as she rocked back and forth a little, going farther down my cock each time, slowly making progress.

Coming off my dick completely, Caylee adjusted our positions so that she was kneeling between my open legs, now pushed further apart. The left hand she needed for balance was now placed with her hand tucked under my balls, her elbow providing support father down. Her right hand was again free to wrap around the base of my cock and she resumed her bobbing up on down, adding new millimetres each time. Throughout all this, I tried to keep my eyes open, watching Caylee as she figured out what she wanted to try, going along with however she wanted to pose me.

The first time Caylee had taken me cock right into her throat had been a shock. Even with her determination, I hadn't known she would be able to. Now, I could remember that amazing sensation, and knew it was possible. I silently cheered her on, as I was overwhelmed by the sensations happening in real-time. Her mouth so hot, made so wet and slippery. Her right hand squeezed around my base, holding me up for her. Her left hand fondling my nuts, pulling and rolling. I never had any complaints about her experiments and discoveries - it all felt great.

When Caylee pulled off to look at me one last time before she went for it, I gave her some verbal encouragement, as well as the dirty talk she seemed to love so much. "So fuckin' amazing, baby. I'm going to come so hard, you'll have lots of yummy cum." She moaned as she dove back on, and I felt the vibration. She started bobbing again, and I felt the back of her throat hitting my sensitive helmet. "Shit, so good... you got this. Soon you'll be so good, you'll be able to deep-throat me while I tongue-fuck you, sixty-nine style."

Once she was able to swallow me down, there was no way I was able to say a single damn coherent thing. Instead, my dirty talk dissolved into random babbling, with curse words sprinkled in liberally. As with last time, it was so difficult not to buck my hips, but I forced myself to stay still. Maybe rope would be better at keeping me still. Caylee's throat was so tight, I felt it squeezing on me from all sides. Her movements started small and got bigger, and the sounds multiplied my arousal - that wet, sloppy, unmistakable "gluck" of a cock being sucked completely down.

I could feel Caylee's nose on my pubes, her forehead hitting my belly. This helped keep me pinned to the bed when I couldn't help but try pressing further upwards to go further down Caylee's throat. My legs spread wide, I pressed my heels into the mattress to try to maintain control of my rolling pelvis. Caylee pushed back with equal force, and I knew she wouldn't let me hurt her. I was completely flying high, my brain in fragmented pieces, my body nothing but a series of firing nerves.

Some of my nonsense talk must have included instructions like "more" and "rough", and "harder", since I could feel Caylee tugging at my balls with more enthusiasm. She was hands-free now, her right hand free to rub and clutch at my abdomen, nails scratching me in a way that only added to the pleasure. Slippery saliva was everywhere, pooling around my crotch and trickling down over my balls and I could not have cared less. My entire world was condensed to the sensations in my cock and balls, and the slowly building orgasm that felt like it might have been gathering in my lumbar spine.

Caylee's experimental little hand went wandering across my perineum, pressing and fondling. Likely copying what I'd done to her, she snaked a finger up my crack and circled my asshole. It felt so incredibly good, especially in combination with all the other heavenly stimulation, I was soon swearing and moaning at a fever pitch. It was taboo squared - my cousin touching my ass.

My brain tried to coordinate the task of warning Caylee I would soon be coming but I had no feedback to say whether that effort was successful. Instead, the pleasure built and built, cock being squeezed, delicate tissues around my rosebud being palpated, balls roughly handled.

My gasps became cries became shouts and then I was repeating "oh fuck!" about twenty times as my cock started to shoot it's load. The first shot went directly down Caylee's throat but my sexy cum-sucker pulled back to cradle the glans in her mouth and accept the rest of the cum onto her tongue. Her moans vibrated through me as she enjoyed her favourite treat. I felt her swallow a full mouthful, and then her tongue pressed along the bottom, milking out the last drops.

I could only lay there, panting and shuddering, as Caylee untangled herself slowly and gently. When she crawled up to flop down beside me, I was still unable to speak so just grabbed her hand to kiss it with a smack and hold it to my chest. She was grinning ear-to-ear, proud of herself, her new skills, and their ability to turn me into a sentient puddle of goo.