totse.com | A Night To Remember

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There were only three of us that night, lounging on Kate's plush carpeting. Sometime after graduating college, we'd started a regular Friday night party, a place the six of us could turn to if we couldn't find a date. For various reasons, or no reason at all, none of us had serious lovers then. So it was nice knowing you wouldn't be alone on Friday night. And occasionally, what with the champagne we usually got and the odd game of Scruples or Truth or Dare, we got a little more than friendly. Except when Susan was there, of course, because Susan was straighter than straight, and none of us wanted to embarrass her.

That night it was Kate, Susan and myself, so Truth or Dare was out. As usual, though, we were all horny as hell, aching for sex. Unfortunately, we obviously weren't going to get it. So the talk had turned to reminiscing...a sort of 'I can top that' sexual contest. Susan was a rather plain brunette with coke-bottle glasses and a perpetually pinched expression on her face, but somehow she got laid more often than any of us. And in the oddest places. I knew that my tale of sex on the roof of our twelve-story dorm had lost when she recounted an adventure she had in Mystic, Connecticut, involving a church in the center of a tourist park. A triumphant smile was on her pouty lips when Susan finished. But Kate, her slim body resting against the legs of her piano bench, shook her head.

"You may win for location, Suz, but I think I can beat you on oddest partner." she said.

Kate laughed. "You only *think* he was an aging Christopher Reeve. No proof. Not that I would do him anyway..."

"Better than my thirty-yr-old professor?" I chimed in, thinking back to a rather embarrassing incident that ended in my actually switching majors.

"Well, if not better, at least younger..." And with that, Kate crossed her obscenely long legs and began telling us the story of the babysitter's seduction...

"I was only seventeen at the time, still appallingly ignorant about sex. Not terribly surprising, since I grew up in such a Catholic community. There was probably a fair bit of misinformation going around, but, being pretty unpopular and a bookworm too, I'd somehow missed all that. All I knew about sex, I'd picked up from antiseptic classes and one sf novel, _Rite of Passage_. Which wasn't much. The guys in my neighborhood had never shown much interest other than the standard joking all females were subjected too. But that summer I'd finally cut off all that lank hair, to its present stunning length, and managed to lose some of the baby fat. I was still no model, but I guess teenage guys don't mind a chest too big for a five foot frame. Joey certainly didn't.

The Criniti's lived across the street from us, a nice Italian family. They had four children, standard Catholic excess. Joey was the oldest, fourteen at the time, I think. Then there was Jamie, three years younger, then Jason, and finally two-year-old Alyssa. I guess they thought calling her Jane would be a bit much. I had often baby-sat for them in the past, and though I had a real job camp counseling and teaching theatre that summer, I readily agreed to help them out one Thursday night. They gave me the keys, told me to help myself to whatever was in the fridge and that Joey would be back from his karate class around 8:30, and took off. I didn't expect them back until 11.

The kids were easy that night. We just watched a movie, I think it was _Indiana Jones_, and then Jamie went up to finish his homework (he was doing remedial work in summer school) and I put Jason and Alyssa to bed. It didn't take long, since Liss was too tired to demand her usual story and songs. Then I went downstairs to curl up on the couch with a copy of _Songs of Distant Earth_. I couldn't concentrate on the short stories, though. I kept replaying the events of earlier that week, when Tommy, one of the neighborhood guys about my age, had felt me up in our basement. I actually had a crush on his older brother, but at that point I was curious enough to take what I could get. Tommy hadn't done much for me, being pretty clumsy, but now, effectively alone in the Criniti home, I started fantasizing about his brother.

I was far too much of a prude back then to actually masturbate in someone else's house, but my legs were entwined and my thighs pressed tight against each other as I fantasized about kissing Rob, having him play with my nipples and then move down to suck on them. One of my hands had moved to a nipple (the other still trapped in the book), and I was about to ignore my inhibitions entirely...when I heard the screen door slam.

I jumped up and walked too quickly to the kitchen. The clock above the sink said 10:05, and when I saw Joey slump into a kitchen chair, I took refuge in righteous anger.

"You were supposed to be home by 8:30." I said, trying to sound upset for the right reasons.

"Relax. We had someone testing for black belt tonight. It went late." he said, sounding exhausted. His white uniform with its blue belt was dark with sweat, and where it gaped away from his chest, the sheen of sweat was clear against his olive skin. Eventually Joey would probably be as hairy as his father, but right then he was still very smooth, the way I would learn I liked them.

"Besides," he continued, "from what I hear from Tommy, you're not too big on obeying rules." An evil grin was on his face, but I almost didn't see it. I was so furious with Tommy that I was suddenly dizzy, and grabbed a chair for support.

"I did not!" I practically shouted. It was bad enough that Tommy was talking, but he was inventing things we never did. Not surprising in retrospect, but at the time...I had trusted him.

"Shhh...you'll wake the kids." Joey said. He was suddenly right in front of me. In my fury, I hadn't even seen him get out of the chair. "Calm down...so Tommy didn't get anything, huh? Figures." He sounded oddly disappointed, and suddenly I had an odd attack of honesty.

"Really." Joey reached out and touched my neck, tracing a finger down its length, sliding down to the top of my tank top. I caught my breath, suddenly aware of just how close he was, of how much gentler his touch was than Tommy's, of the renewed burn in my pussy...I was suddenly aching for this boy.

Joey asked then, "Could I see a little of what Tommy got?" As he spoke, his hand continued its downward path, slipping too quickly along my left breast and over my hardening nipple. His other hand came up and grasped the edge of my tank top, ready to pull it off. I finally reached out and stopped him, grabbing both his hands.

"You're way too young for me," I claimed, trying to sound nonchalant and adult. I stepped away, backing through the kitchen, trying to put space between us. He wasn't convinced.

"I grew up fast," Joey said, "and I'm sure I've slept with more people than you have." He followed me, and I noticed that he certainly didn't look younger than me. Despite the lack of chest hair, he'd clearly already begun to shave, and he was certainly taller than I was, despite being three years younger.

Joey replied, "Not for almost an hour. They told me how late they'd be out." He continued following me. We were almost in the living room now.

He laughed and said, "So why are your nipples so hard?" I looked down briefly, and they were in fact sticking straight out, clearly visible against the white fabric. In that moment, he was against me, pushing me back onto the wide sofa, and kissing me wildly.

I think I gave up in that instant. Inhibitions were totally lost, and I kissed him back. Tommy and I had frenched, but that had been a cold thing of two tongues getting tangled in each other and too much spit. Joey had obviously done a lot more kissing than Tom, and his sweet, crazy kisses were a new experience for me. The sweat had cooled on his chest and clothing, and were a welcome relief from the summer heat. Joey didn't take long to peel off my top, and undo my bra, revealing my over-large breasts.

"Whoa, Tommy wasn't kidding!" he almost moaned, a momentary reminder of just how young he was, and I put my hands on his shoulders to push him off me. But then he lowered his full lips to my right nipple, and I arched under his touch. It was...an incredible sensation. I'd played with my nipples before, of course, but had never managed to reach them with my tongue. He switched to the left nipple, but the feeling wasn't as intense, and I shifted slightly under him, hoping he would understand. He must have, because he switched back again, and I moaned. I learned then that my right nipple is just more sensitive.

Joey spent a long time playing with my breasts, seemingly fascinated by their size. I guess most girls his own age had smaller breasts. Lucky me, I'd had them since fourth grade. Only now did I get an inkling of how useful they could be. His tongue would make patterns all over my breasts, and the fan overhead made shivering paths of the patterns. Then he would return to sucking one nipple, while using his fingers to play with the other. I simply trembled under him, eyes closed, my fingers clenching spasmodically at his back. Luckily for him, I bit my nails.

Then he began to undo my shorts, unbuttoning them, and pulling down the zip. I tensed, worried once again. "Relax." he whispered, as he pulled them off, my sandals with them. My head was scrunched up against the side of the long couch, and my legs stretched out to the other side. Joey pulled me slightly then, encouraging me to readjust so that one leg fell off the couch. He knelt between my legs then, and bent his head to blow warm breath onto my clit. I moaned, shaking then, and then I didn't know what he was doing, only that it felt...wonderful, incredible, unbearable. Joey had slipped his fingers under the elastic, pulling it aside so his fingers and mouth had free reign. I was already close to the edge, and his fingers sliding in and out, his tongue flicking over my clit, was too much to stand for long. Joey began pounding fingers in and out of me, whispering swear words as he did, and suddenly I was coming, coming so much harder than I ever had before, turning my head into the cushions to muffle my screams so the children wouldn't hear. I came forever.

I don't know what kind woman taught a little Italian boy to eat pussy like that, but I will be eternally grateful to her. Joey set my standards for orgasms right then. When I finally turned my sweat-streaked face out of the cushion and pushed the hair out of my eyes, he was standing up and grinning down at me, his face slicked with sweat and cum.

"Oh, much, much better." I assured him. At that moment, I was eager to try giving him a blow job, with his erect penis making a clearly visible bulge in his uniform, and who knows what stupid things we might have gone on to do? But at that silent moment, we heard a car engine in the driveway. I positively leapt to my feet, grabbing clothes and bolting to the bathroom across the hall. I stayed there until I was calm and dressed, and could hear their voice talking to Joey. Then I stepped out, willing my heart to stop pounding. Joey was sitting on the couch, holding my book open in his hands. His parents stood above him, Mr. Criniti ruffling through his pocketbook. They asked me how things had gone, and I quickly answered, "Fine." and took their money. Mr. Criniti was mumbling something about not feeling well so they had come home early and he hoped I didn't mind, but I barely heard him. I couldn't bring myself to ask Joey for the book, and turned to head out the door. Then I heard his voice.

"This is a really neat book. You're sure it's okay if I borrow it? I'll return it to you soon, I promise."

"Soon." I managed to say, before almost running out the door. My heartbeat didn't slow until I was home again and in my bed, safe under the sheets and soothed by the whirring fan.

I never did get that book back. Not even sure now who wrote it - Clarke, I think. The next day was the last day of camp, and then I was suddenly heading off to college...and I didn't see Joey again until the next summer. And by then I had a monogamous boyfriend...so that was it."

Kate smiled as I clapped at her masterful telling of the story. Susan looked disgruntled though.

"You call that sex?" she said. "I don't think it counts...you didn't have intercourse...he didn't even come." She shook her head and shrugged. "Anyway, I have to get going and grab some sleep. I've got an early-morning protest meeting with Jennifer." Susan suddenly smiled one of her brilliant smiles. "I'll grant you the victory anyway, Kate...the youngest I ever had was eighteen. Slow starter, I guess."

"I'll do that." Susan replied, slipping out the door, heading across the street to her apartment.

As Kate closed the door behind Susan, I came up behind her and slipped my arms around her so my hands could squeeze those lovely, huge breasts. "So," I said, "how would you feel about spending a little time in the bedroom eating pussy tonight?"

Kate turned to face me, still caught in the circle of my arms, a worried look on her face. She said, "Well, I guess that would be okay, since it's not *really* sex, and doesn't *really* count..." The worried look disappeared then, and the corners of her mouth started twitching, until she let out a sudden whoop of laughter.

I started laughing and couldn't stop, finally collapsing onto the floor and pulling her sweet body down with me.

A Night To Remember

by M.A. Mohanraj