But then he felt one of her curly locks of hair brush against his skin, and it hit him fully: Wait a sec; this is Christine! I'm kissing Ice Queen CHRISTINE! And she's kissing me back! Holy FUCK! How'd that happen to us yet again?!
The reality of a very lusty, busty Christine in his arms and on his lips drove away all thoughts of his usual vow to keep things strictly platonic with her. He was so thrilled that he had to pause in his kissing for a few moments just to gasp for air.
He decided to make the most out of the experience while it lasted, in case the whole thing was some kind of mistake and his good fortune didn't last for long. He'd admired Christine's fantastic body for years, and he'd kissed and hugged her a bit recently, but what had happened then was highly restrained compared to what was happening now. He hadn't felt able to just put his hands anywhere he liked before, which he apparently could get away with at the moment.
He had a hand underneath her bikini top that was gently but firmly fondling her left breast, while his other was caressing her taut belly. He didn't know how long she'd allow him such liberties, so he brought his other hand up to her jutting globes too.
To his surprise, her only response was a contented purring. Oh man! I'm fondling her bare breast and she seems to like it! This is even better than what happened at the Nut House! A fucking dream come true! Oh Jesus! Sweet Jesus!
Feeling emboldened, his hands continued to roam all over her centerfold-perfect body, until they found their way back to her heart-shaped ass. As much as he loved her tremendous rack, he wanted to explore all of her just once, just in case this was all a dream that would end too soon.
Good God! No way! I'm clenching her bare ass cheeks with both hands, and she's letting me do that too! I can even slip my fingers under her bikini bottoms with abandon, and I sure as hell am! I'm actually cupping and fondling her deliciously ripe, naked bubble butt, and she hasn't smacked me or anything! In fact, she's kissing me with even MORE abandon! This is too good. I need more!
He cursed the bandages on his hands, because the heavy wrappings were making it hard to bend his fingers. However, his euphoria over grabbing her ass was so great though that he ignored the pain he was feeling.
Soon, he brought his less injured hand back up to her breasts. She had shifted in his lap, so that both of her fantastic orbs were mashed against his chest, but he managed to slip his hand between their bodies. He cupped a huge tit in one hand, while his other hand continued kneading and exploring her firm, rounded ass cheek. Slowly but surely, the bikini top was falling further down.
Sweet! Now, we're talking! It's Christine-a-go-go all over! I love her ass, but these are the PERFECT tits! Damn, she's a naturally talented kisser, too! Holy shit, her top's basically come off too! Did I do that? I guess I must have, but I don't even remember. Christine's bare boob! Fan-FUCKING-tastic! Nipple, I need nipple!
But she was so involved in the kiss that she forgot to breathe again, and eventually she started to run out of air. Breathless, she finally broke the kiss and pulled back, gasping for air.
No longer pillowed against his chest nor restrained by her bikini, her heavenly globes swung free. she looked down and saw her bikini top lying on his legs. Confused, she uttered a puzzled, "What?"
No sooner had the word left her lips than realization dawned: I'm topless! Oh no! And he practically has his nose in my cleavage! She sat back in renewed alarm, which coincidentally displayed her beauteous boobs to their best advantage (although it meant she wasn't rocking on his throbbing pole anymore).
Alan's eyes were quick to seize and claim their advantage, feasting on her serendipitous display. A bright light behind him illuminated her against the background of the evening sky, so it was like her body was the only thing in the world for him to see.
She immediately wrapped her arms across her chest, as her face flushed hot in embarrassment. But in her haste, she didn't cover herself well at all, which just made her ripe melons squeeze out in an even more mouthwateringly delicious way.
She was mortified, but being nearly naked and vulnerable in front of him was also a huge turn on. Her pink nipples stood up, proud and alert, like sentinels startled awake by a strange sound in the night. Her flush spread further down her neck and over her breasts, making the skin prickle all over her body.
Worse yet, she could feel her clit starting to engorge and stiffen, as it slowly awakened from its slumber. Oh no, not that! I'd just die if he found out about that! She was ashamed about her extra large clit. (It wasn't grossly large, but it was big enough for her to get teased about it a couple of times during showers during Phys. Ed. class, and that had seriously affected her attitude about it ever since.)
But then it occurred to her, Wait, why am I upset by this? I've been trying to come up with some excuse to take my top off pretty much ever since Mom suggested it right before she left. This is a pivotal moment. We've kissed a couple of times before, but each time he seemed to "come to his senses" and stop. This time, I'm not going to let him do that! I'm going to grab the opportunity and celebrate my lucky break!
With that new attitude, she gave him a devastating "come hither" smile and dramatically thrust her tremendous rack forward as if in invitation.
Mesmerized, especially by the way her tits jiggled seemingly endlessly, he recognized her invitation and accepted it gladly. He reached out with both hands and gently hefted her twin beauties. He twirled her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger, lightly at first and then more roughly, feeling them get harder and harder as more blood rushed to them. Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Two-plus years I've wanted to do this! What nipples! With abandon, total abandon! And she's loving it! Just listen to her sexy moans. Sweet! Totally sweet!
She looked down at his hands having their way with her boobs. She was scandalized, excited, and more than a little bit aroused. Oh God! This is it! This is it! The turning point! There's no turning back now. Goodbye to "just friends" and hello to being lovers!
Her body trembled with fear and desire, and the smell of aroused pussy was thick in the night air, but she didn't make any move to push his hands away. "Alan! WHAT are you doing?! You can't just do that!"
He was so absorbed by feeling her pillowy mounds he barely heard her. "Huh? Do what?"
"You can't just go around taking women's clothes off! And, and, and playing with their breasts! Mmmm. And their nipples. Oh! Hnng!" She immediately felt silly. What a stupid thing to say. Obviously he can. He just DID! He's just not supposed to. And... Oh my God, that feels great! My nipples are TINGLING! ALL of me is tingling. I need to regain control!
He reluctantly released her breasts and said, "Umm, sorry. But you started it... uh, didn't you?" He picked up her bikini top and held it out to her. "Here's your top. I don't know how that happened."
"I didn't start it! I don't do that. You're the one who kissed me!" Christine stared at the proffered top, realizing that if she moved an arm to take it she would expose even more of herself (not that it mattered much, since her arms were mostly below her rack, and tit-flesh was lewdly bulging out above them). Wait! Why am I acting like I don't want this? The LAST thing I want is to have him stop!
He replied, "Yeah, but that's only because you draped yourself over me and said, 'Alan, please!'" He was confused, and growing annoyed because this dispute was distracting and delaying him from more breast fondling. He also felt silly sitting there holding her top out to her when she wasn't taking it.
At the same time, she was miffed at being misunderstood. "No, I didn't mean it like that. I'm happy! I want you to... to... play with my body!"
Hearing her say that practically made him swoon. His entire body buzzed with electric arousal.
"I was just so glad that you're okay." She continued looking at the top, and wondered what she should do about it. I feel naked and exposed. A part of me wants to put that back on. But I need to be brave. I willingly took my top off in front of him on the beach yesterday. This isn't any different, is it? Other than the fact that we're alone? And sitting in the same chair? And his boner is sticking nearly out of his swimsuit? And the fact that my parents will be gone for hours, hours for him to have his way with me if I let him?!
Oh God! Dear God! This is so scary and so exciting! This is what I've been missing! I love it!
Her eyes locked in on his crotch. Jesus Christ, that thing is ALIVE! It's twitching and wiggling! Oh God, I can't let it touch my clit! Down girl, DOWN!
"Why wouldn't I be okay? I've never been happier than being here with you. And don't you want this?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. He was still holding the top out to her.
"Huh? Oh." She was undecided, so the silence stretched as the two of them sat looking at the top in his hand. Finally, she shook her hair back and dropped her arms, as if she did this every day. Needless to say, that shaking created a tit-quake of epic proportions. But instead of being bashful about it, she was determined to revel in it and prolong it.
When her great globes finally stopped jiggling, she whispered, "I like being topless for you! Forget my top. I want you to look all you want. And even... even... touch!"
His eyes bugged out. "Are you sure?!"
Trying to keep her voice light and unconcerned, she said, "Sure I'm sure. Why not? What's the big deal? Right? I mean, I had my top off yesterday at the beach, right? So, where were we?"
She gulped, her mouth suddenly dry, her heart pounding wildly. Despite her determined attitude, she had never felt so exposed or embarrassed in her life. Even her experience of being topless in front of Alan and Glory at the beach didn't compare, because here she knew that now she was basically offering her body for him to play with - possibly for hours! - and wasn't just showing him what he was missing.
He stared in amazement for a moment, but he wasn't going to argue, not if it meant a chance to ogle and fondle her massive melons some more. He was having a hard time not cumming, just from the visual splendor of her perfect body, but he kept his cool. He tossed her bikini top on the ground next to the chair.
As she turned her head to watch it land, he leaned forward and confidently cupped her breasts again with both hands. "I think this was where we were. So, tell me, why wouldn't I be okay?" he repeated.
She gulped again, and shivered all over. She looked down at his fingers, which had resumed expertly tweaking her nipples. Well of course, he's a tit man. What did you think he was gonna do? But why does he have to be so... well... commanding about it? And... Oh! so good at it! UNGH!
Despite her thoughts, a commanding man was exactly what she really wanted. It was what she'd been fantasizing about recently, because she knew she needed someone like that to cut through her doubts and hesitation. She felt an even stronger involuntary shiver of sensation reverberate outwards from where her skin touched his fingertips, to coalesce in seemingly totally unconnected places, as if they were being tickled and itched at the same time. She was temptingly close to a climax already. God, I can feel that all over my body! So... GOOD! What were we talking about, anyway?
She thought back to her nightmare, and that snapped her back to full mental alertness. She remembered with vivid clarity the sight of him falling off the building, and the sickening crunching sound of his body hitting the concrete two stories down. She dropped her head and chest back down and enveloped him in another tight hug. "I was having a nightmare. A terrible nightmare! I dreamt you were DEAD! Or at least badly maimed. And it was all my fault!"
He'd had some experience with sobbing women lately (or, in this case, a woman on the verge of sobbing), and quickly took quick steps to soothe her. He grudgingly released a breast and brushed back her hair. Staring into her eyes from just inches away he said kindly, "It's okay. Don't worry. It's probably just an after effect from the fight today. Was your dream about a fight?"
She nodded. "Yeah. And I tried to save you, but I couldn't!"
His hands slid over her silky skin in a titillating yet reassuring way. "You see? It was just your stress about the real fight coming out. The dream doesn't mean anything. Remember, in real life, you DID save me. Don't forget that. I know I never will!"
He saw a few tears leak from her eyes. He decided drastic action was needed, something to make her forget all about her nightmare. He bent his head down and kissed his way up the curve of her neck and onto her chin. He kissed his way all over her face. He didn't stop there, and soon his lips were back on hers.
Surprised, she opened her mouth to speak, but that merely gave him an opening to slip his tongue in. Soon they were passionately engaged in another open mouthed kiss.
Sure enough, his plan worked. She didn't completely forget her dream, but its emotional power faded away. Before long, all she could think about was how good it felt to make out with him.
Admittedly, he didn't have to do much in order to distract her, since she was so hot to trot to begin with.
She thought, Damn you, Alan! You're just too good a kisser! Now there REALLY is no turning back! What's going to happen to me? Am I going to become another one of your many "sex helpers?" A slut is more like it! Basically, another one of your busty and beautiful sluts who can't resist you! It's downright humiliating for someone like me!
But all the time she was mentally complaining, she was kissing him like there was no tomorrow while her hands explored his body and his hands explored hers. She was so very hot and bothered that she couldn't get upset. Ah... ah... OH! Shit! I don't care! I swear, I don't care as long as it feels this good!
In their new position, she could feel the hard bulge of his erection again, as it pressed against her bare belly. This excited her more and more, even though it also scared her. She could feel its warmth through the thin material of his swimsuit, just above her skimpy bikini bottoms. It's hard, incredibly hard! Did it just twitch? It seems like a living creature, all on its own! It's SO HARD!
Her breathing quickened, and she felt wetter and more aroused than ever before. She was panting and heaving so much that her entire body was sliding up and down him slightly, causing her to repeatedly grind against his raging erection. She couldn't believe how much she loved doing that. So far, making out with Alan had been everything she'd dreamt it would be, and more.
She longed to do something with the warm, throbbing bulge that she could feel so prominently, but that was an even more daunting prospect than knowing what to do with her hands. The fact that it was Alan's penis in particular made her heart pound so hard that she felt it would rip out of her chest. This is an incredible chance! I'm home alone with Alan and his big dick! It's a scary prospect, but so exciting too... I can barely breathe! Dare I touch it or rub it in some way? But what would he think? What should I do?!
She chickened out from touching it with her hands, but she'd wiggled her crotch against it a few minutes earlier, and decided that she wanted to try more of that. Experimentally, she shifted her position slightly, causing her body to rhythmically rub more directly over his erect cock. This was what she'd done earlier, but the difference was that she was many times more aroused now, and bolder. Wow! That feels even BETTER! This must be what they call "dry humping." Dare I do more? ... YES!
Tentatively, she shifted again, sliding more directly on top of him, trapping his thick meat between their bodies, so she could feel it better than before. Soon, she was squirming back and forth continuously, trying to rub it as much as possible while pretending not to, as she grew wetter and wetter. Her heart was pounding like a drum and she was forced to try to mask her increasingly ragged and heavy breathing so he wouldn't suspect - although she wasn't fooling either of them. She got so carried away that she forgot about her desire to conceal her big clit. (He noticed it, but with everything else going on, he didn't pay it any special mind.)
He loved all the "shifting" and bouncing, although he just thought she was getting more excited in general and didn't realize she was doing it on purpose. A wet spot on his swimsuit was growing larger by the minute, but he didn't care. Her continual movement felt almost as good as an expert handjob by the likes of Susan or Suzanne. It sent his libido into overdrive.
Before long, both of them were enjoying the "shifting" so much that they gave up on the kissing and devoted their combined attentions to that. He wound up grasping her ass cheeks with both hands and lifting her entire body up and down, so she could slide all over his shaft.
She couldn't believe how indescribably good it felt. Oh my God! We're practically fucking! This is almost like fucking, I'm sure, except that real fucking must be better yet!
She knew that her bikini bottoms were completely soaked, and there was no way he could miss that or the heavy pussy scent in the air, but she didn't care. She raised an arm into the air and whooped with joy, as a great climax crashed over her and through her.
She was breathless and panting. Wow! Holy hell! That was the best orgasm I've EVER had, bar none! No wonder his other girls don't mind sharing him!
Even after her climax, she could have kept going easily, sliding and grinding on his cock for hours. She didn't want to stop for anything.
But there was no way he could miss her orgasm, and that reminded him that he was getting dangerously close to climaxing himself. Unfortunately, a male orgasm was much more obvious than a female one. Although the front of his swimsuit was fairly wet, more from her juices than from his pre-cum, it would be a different thing entirely if his cum started spurting and flying all over the place. He had no idea how she'd react to that.
He still didn't know if she was just being momentarily carried away on waves of lust, or if they had become an "item" of some sort. He didn't want to explore his feelings on that type of issue either.
He stopped raising and lowering her so much, and thought, Wow, Christine is so hot! This is almost as good as real fucking! But she's new to this; I better make sure she doesn't do something she might regret tomorrow. Time to give her a little breather.
Using great force of will, he kissed her on the mouth, forcing their bodies to stay relatively still so their lips could stay in contact.
She seemed more or less content with that, as she'd already had her orgasm and was starting to get some second thoughts about going too far, too fast.
After another minute or so, he broke off their mutual tonsil examination and kissed his way around her face instead. Their bodies were calmer now, although her pussy lips still rested on top of his dick, separated only by two thin layers of fabric. He murmured warmly, "Christine, you're so beautiful. So wonderful."
She reflexively said, "No, I'm not."
He kissed his way to her ear. "You are! My God, I have to be the luckiest guy in school, to be here with you like this."
Unfortunately, that "luckiest guy" comment reminded her again of his other lovers. She said with some bitterness, "You are the luckiest guy in school, but not because of me. It's because you're having sex with a whole bevy of busty, nasty sluts!"
As soon as she said that, she regretted it. She sat up and covered her mouth with her hand as if to catch her words from escaping. "I'm sorry, Alan. I always say the wrong thing. I always RUIN things! Arrgh!"