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Thomas - Chapter 08
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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
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by T. F. Yank
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-- Chapter Eight
Thomas had been working hard all morning, carrying boxes and bags
out to people's cars. Heck, he had even carried out a complete dining
table and chairs. He was more than happy when his mother suggested
they take a break and grab a bite to eat.
There was a small area set aside in one corner of the church
basement where they served sandwiches and stuff. He and his mother
looked for a place to sit. His mother spotted Mrs. Whalen and went to
join her.
"Hello Mariam. Are these two seats taken?" his mother asked.
"Oh hi, Edna. Thomas. No, please sit down. I'm just having a
coffee before I go back to work. I went home for lunch, and to check
on things. It is such a lovely day outside."
"It must be," his mother answered. "I can't believe all the people
who have stopped by this morning."
"Have you been here all day, Thomas?" asked Mrs. Whalen.
"Yes ma'am."
"Edna, how can you be so cruel to the boy? It is such a beautiful
day outside. And here you are keeping him cooped up with us old
ladies. I saw a bunch of boys playing ball over at the school on my
way back here. Wouldn't you rather be playing ball than stuck here,
Thomas?"
"It's okay, Mrs. Whalen. They need me here to help carry stuff."
"There are plenty of others who can do that. Don't you think he's
worked hard enough today, Edna?"
"Well, I guess it would be all right for him to go play for awhile.
But you have to be home in time for supper, young man."
"Could I, Mom? Oh, I'll make sure I'm not late for supper, really I
will. You're sure you don't mind?"
"Of course not. What kind of a mother would I be, if I didn't allow
you to have some time to play. You run along and have fun. Try not to
get too dirty, or hurt yourself. And make sure you're home in time for
supper. Now go on."
Thomas jumped up, gave his mother a kiss on the cheek, and started
to leave.
"Just one moment, young man. Where are your manners?"
"Sorry Mom. Goodbye, Mrs. Whalen. Goodbye Mother. And thank you,
thank you both."
Thomas walked slowly until he neared the basement steps, and then
broke into a run. He nearly collided with an elderly couple as he ran
out the door. He continued running until he neared Louanne's house.
Stopping for a moment to catch his breath, he then walked around the
back of one of the houses several doors away. He cut across the
backyards, climbing fences.
He hoped no one had seen him as he climbed the last fence into
Louanne's backyard. He quickly went to the back door and knocked. The
door opened suddenly, and he felt himself being pulled inside.
"Well it's about time you showed up," said Louanne, closing the door
quickly behind him. "I hope no one saw you coming here?"
"Oh hi, Louanne. I don't think anyone saw me. Is Debbie here
already?"
"She's been here since way before lunch. She's downstairs in the
playroom." Louanne giggled.
"What's so funny?" Thomas asked.
"She's in the playroom, get it? Isn't that what the two of you . .
."
"Tommy? Is that you, Tommy?" called Debbie from the bottom of the
stairs.
"Yeah, it's him," answered Louanne. "I was just getting us
something to drink," Louanne said to Thomas. "Do you want a pop or
something?"
"Sure. Whatever you have. And maybe something to eat? I kinda
left my lunch at the church."
He felt someone's hands wrap around his waist as Debbie whispered in
his ear, "I've got something you can eat."
Thomas felt himself turn red. He turned to greet Debbie. Before he
could say anything, she pressed her mouth against his.
"Shit, can't you two at least wait until you're downstairs?" said
Louanne in disgust. "Go on! Get down there, and I'll get the drinks
and stuff."
Debbie led Thomas down to the playroom. Leading him to the couch,
she pushed him down, and jumped into his lap. Again she smashed her
mouth against his, her tongue forcing it way between his lips. She
took his hand and pressed it against her chest.
Thomas had trouble breathing. Debbie's jumping on him had knocked
most of the breath out of him. He gently pushed her away. "Please,
Debbie. Give me a chance to catch my breath."
"Oh Tommy, I'm so happy you actually made it. All I could think of
all last night, and this morning, was what it would be like to be with
you. And then I started worrying about whether you would show up or
not."
"I got here as soon as I could. I wasn't sure if I could get away
at all."
"I'm glad you did. But let's not waste time talking. Kiss me,
please Tommy?"
He took her face in his hands and gently kissed her nose. His mouth
moved to her eyes and then her forehead. Moving slowly downward, he
traced a line with his tongue down her nose to her lips. Her mouth
parted in anticipation.
He purposely skipped her mouth and started kissing her chin. She
tried to press her face closer to his, but his hands prevented it. He
moved upward, his tongue lightly caressing her lips.
Her tongue shot out and tried to enter his mouth. He simply moved
his face away. Her hands tried to pull his away, but he was stronger
than her.
"Comon, Tommy. Don't tease! Kiss me for real."
He pressed his mouth to hers. Her tongue pushed against his closed
lips. His hands move down to gently stroke her neck. His lips parted
and allowed her tongue to enter. He sucked on it, and teased it with
his tongue.
Debbie pressed her body tight against him as her hand rubbed the
crotch of his pants. Thomas felt his penis harden and he moved his
hand to her breast.
"Shit, if you two didn't want anything, you could have save me the
trip down here," Louanne said as she entered the room.
Thomas tried to move away from Debbie. His hand flew to cover the
bulge in his pants. Debbie refused to remove her hand and continued to
rub him.
"Please Debbie. Louanne's here," he whispered.
"Don't worry. I won't be for long," Louanne answered. "I guess
I'll go see what I can do upstairs. I can see you two don't need me
around."
"No, you don't have to do that," Thomas said. "It is your house and
. . ."
"Christ, is he always that dense?" Louanne asked Debbie.
"Just get lost, and leave us alone, will you?" was all Debbie said
before she started kissing Thomas again.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Louanne called out as she ran up
the stairs.
"Thank God, she's gone," said Debbie as she started to remove her
top. Unhooking her bra, she said, "Comon, don't just sit there, get
your clothes off." She stood and removed her skirt.
Thomas was surprised to see she wasn't wearing any panties. He
started to unbutton his shirt.
"Damn, you're slow," she said as she knelt in front of him and
unbuckled his belt. He stood up and dropped his pants. Debbie pulled
down his shorts before he had the chance.
Her hands reached up and grasped his erect shaft. "God, it's
beautiful, so big and so hard. It makes me wet just looking at it.
But it'll have to wait just a bit longer."
She jumped up and sat on the couch. Spreading her legs wide, she
reached out to Thomas and said, "Kiss me."
He leaned over and tried to kiss her on the mouth. Her hands pushed
his head down as she said, "No silly. Down here. Kiss me there like
you did yesterday. Make me come again, please?"
Thomas dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to her vagina.
His tongue sought out her clitoris and flicked across it.
"Oh, God, yes. But kiss me all over down there first. Make me all
hot and wet. Yes like that. Stick your tongue in me. Yes, oh yes.
Deeper. Please. More. God it feels so good."
Thomas could feel the heat radiating from her now wet vagina. He
continued to lick and suck her slit, excited by Debbie's verbal
encouragements. He wondered what would happen if he stopped. He
lifted his face from between her legs.
Debbie tried to force his face back down. "Please don't stop now.
Please Tommy? Just a little bit more?" she whimpered.
He lifted himself up until her breasts loomed before him. His
tongue flicked across one of her nipples as his hand caressed the
other.
"Oh you like my titties? Okay you can suck them if you want. But
don't let my pussy get cold. Use your other hand to rub it. Yeah,
like that. Play with my clit. No! Softly. Yes, like that. Ooh,
you're so good Tommy. Just a little bit more and I'll be good to you
too."
Tommy moved so he could pay attention to both her breasts and her
vagina. He noticed that she reacted differently depending on what he
did. If he just teased her nipples, or her clit, she begged him for
more. If he sucked and tongued her nipples hard and fast, she cried
out in delight. The same with her clitoris.
It was funny, but he felt a sense of power over her. She was his to
play with. Like a stringed instrument, pluck one string and she sang
in one key. Strike another and she sang a completely different song.
His mouth moved down across her stomach until it came to rest at her
vagina. He gently blew on her slit. Debbie reached down and parted
her vaginal lips. Her hand grabbed the back of his head and pressed
him closer.
"Do me now, please. I'm almost there. All I need is just a little
bit more."
His tongue slowly moved against her clitoris.
"Ooh yes, Tommy. Like that. Do it faster, please."
He lifted his face again. Looking up at her, he asked, "Do what
faster?"
"Lick me, please?"
"Lick what?"
"Comon, Tommy. Don't tease me. You want me to talk dirty, is that
it? Okay. Eat me, you big fucking stud. Stick your great big tongue
into my burning hot cunt and fuck me with it."
"Stop that!" he snapped. "I don't like that."
Confused, Debbie shut up. Thomas realized that she didn't know what
to do next. He lowered his face and licked her gently.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes," she answered, not quite sure.
He pushed his tongue in and out of her vagina several times. "Do
you like that?"
"Oh yes. Please don't stop."
"Which do you like better?"
"Oh your tongue. I like your tongue best."
"But I used my tongue both times."
"In me. I liked it in me."
He again licked her, but this time he gently rubbed her clitoris
with his finger. "And that? Do you like that better?"
"Oh yes. Please Tommy. Don't tease me like that."
"I'm not teasing. I'm just trying to figure out what you like
best."
"I like it all! Just don't stop, please Tommy?"
"And when I do this?" He took her clitoris between his lips and
gently sucked it.
"Yes, oh God yes."
"Or this?" Again he took her clitoris between his lips and flicked
his tongue as fast as he could across it.
"That's it. Oh God, Tommy, yes."
He realized he was tormenting her. The thought excited him. But
then he felt guilty about it. He continued to work on her clitoris,
sucking and tonguing it.
"Oh God Tommy, I coming again," Debbie cried out as she wrapped her
arms around his head.
He didn't stop what he was doing until Debbie gently lifted his face
from between her legs.
"I love you, " she whispered as she hugged him tight to her. He
pulled her down next to him on the floor. He ran his hands over her
body. Debbie wrapped her arms around him and snuggled against him.
Her hand found his erect penis and lightly stroked it.
"You're so good to me," she said.
"Am I? I'm sure the other guys were too."
"No, you don't understand. The others were only interested in what
I would do for them. They never tried to make me feel good like you
do. You always do me first and never make demands. You're very
special."
"Were there a lot of guys before me?"
"No one special like you."
"That's not what I asked. How many others were there?"
Debbie turned her face away from his questioning eyes.
"Are you ashamed to tell me?" he asked.
"Well, you're not suppose to talk about old boyfriends or
girlfriends."
"Why not?"
"I dunno. I guess cause it makes people jealous."
"Well I never had a girlfriend before so I can't tell you about
them. But I was curious how many you had before me. You seem to know
lots of stuff."
"Well, I never really had a boyfriend before either. Least ways,
none that went out with me for any length of time. After we would fool
around once or twice, they would kinda not want me around any more."
"I don't see why not."
"Well, I guess I'm not what you would consider a good girl. Just
someone to have a bit of fun with. But not someone you'd want to take
to the school dance."
"But if that happened to you all the time, why'd you do it?"
"But if I didn't do it, they wouldn't ever go out with me at all.
I'm not pretty like Louanne, or smart like that girl, Sandy. I'm just
plain. But I got big titties and I know how to use my mouth. So I use
what I got."
"It seems to me, you'd be better off if you just waited until you
found someone who liked you for yourself, and not for what they could
get you to do."
"Yeah right. And if I hadn't sucked you off the first night, would
you be here now?"
Thomas thought for a moment. "I didn't want to go out with you that
first night at all. It was only because Rodger and Dale teased me that
I agreed. But I never went out with any girl before. So you can't
really use me as an example."
"That's not what I asked you. Would you have seen me again after,
if I hadn't given you a blowjob? If I hadn't promised that we would do
even more the next time we were alone?"
"I guess so."
"You guess so? You don't know? You, Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes, can't
give me an honest answer?"
"Okay, so probably I wouldn't have gone out with you again. But I
probably wouldn't have gone out with any girl again. It wasn't just
you."
"So it was only for the sex that you agreed to see me again?"
"Okay, yes. But that was before I got to know you. I would go out
with you now without the sex."
"Bullshit! The moment I stop doing that stuff, you'll take off like
all the others. You don't understand at all. Besides, I like the sex
part too. It makes me feel good, sometimes real good. And it makes me
feel special. I know I do things others girls don't do. I know the
guys come to me, and only me, for things they can't get from other
girls."
"Things? What kinda things?" Thomas asked.
"I swallow it when a guy comes. I'm always surprised at how much
that turns them on. I don't see the big deal. It's a lot less messy
that way. But other girls don't do that. Even when they say they're
in love, like Louanne."
"What do you mean like Louanne?"
"Well she and Rodger are suppose to be so deeply in love. Yet if
she does suck him off, she always ends up finishing him with her hands.
Shit, if I was going out with a guy as popular as him, I'd swallow all
he wanted me to."
Thomas remembered Rodger's comment about good girls not doing stuff
like that. "What else do you do that the other girls won't?"
"Well, sometimes if the guy is really nice, I let him fuck my
titties."
"Excuse me?" Thomas asked, not sure what she was talking about.
"You know, you stick your cock between my titties and pretend it's a
pussy. I squeeze them together and as the head of your cock passes
through, I lick it with my tongue. When you ready to come, you stick
it in my mouth and I finish you with my mouth. That really turns them
on."
Thomas tried to imagine what that would be like. He wasn't quite
certain if he'd like that.
"Was that the surprise you promised me?"
"No, I have something better for you."
"Better than what we've already done?"
"Sure, way better. Haven't you ever wanted to fuck?"
"Er . . . I . . . "
"Comon, haven't you ever dreamed of fucking someone? One of the
girls in school, or maybe someone in the movies?"
"Well, I . . . er . . . But you're a virgin. We couldn't do that."
"We're not really gonna fuck. But it will feel like it for you."
"I don't understand. If we're not really gonna do it, what are we
gonna do?"
"I only do this with guys I think are very special. And you are,
Tommy. I really do love you. And I don't care if you are only going
out with me for sex. You make me feel like no one else ever has."
"You don't have to do any more just for me. I'm more than happy
with what we are doing," Thomas said, slightly frightened by what
Debbie was planning.
"No, I want to do this for you. You'll really love it, too."
Thomas still looked uncertain. He was wondering if he wouldn't be
better off if he left.
"Let me get my purse," Debbie said, as she stood up. She went to
the table and retrieved it. Reaching into it, she pulled out a small
tube. Returning to where Thomas was, she sat down next to him.
"This is vaseline," she said. "I rub some of it on the inside of my
thighs like this. Now let me rub some on your cock. There, that
should be about right."
Thomas squirmed as Debbie rubbed the vaseline on his penis.
"Oh the little guy likes it already. Look how he jumps when I touch
him." Debbie gave his penis a little kiss. "Now kneel here in front
of me."
Thomas raised himself to his knees. His shaft stood straight out.
Debbie turned her back to him and knelt down. She raised her buttocks
as she lowered her face to the floor.
"Now move closer, yeah, that's it. Stick your cock between my legs.
Yeah, like that. Now I squeeze my thighs real tight and you move your
cock back and forth. That's it, like that. Doesn't that feel good?"
Thomas tentatively moved his hips forward forcing his shaft through
her closed thighs. He drew back slowly, enjoying the pleasant
sensation. The vaseline helped him slip between her legs with ease.
He pushed against her again. This time he could feel his penis
strike against her stomach. Slowly he increased the speed of his
movement. He was amazed by the feeling he received as his shaft rubbed
against her thighs.
"Do you like it?" Debbie asked.
"Oh, yes. I can't believe it," he managed to reply.
"I call it a fake fuck. We can do this all you want, and I still
remain a virgin."
Thomas moved faster, his legs slamming against her buttocks. His
testicles bounced against her legs causing small shockwaves to travel
up and down his body. His breathing became ragged and his heart beat
faster.
He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to concentrate of the
feelings between his legs. Debbie's fingers caressed the tip of his
penis each time it passed through her legs. She was driving him crazy.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"Oh yes," he groaned in response.
"Do you love it?"
"Yes, God, yes."
"Do you love me?"
"God, it feels good," he answered.
"Say you love me, please?" she asked.
"I love what you do to me," he answered.
"No, say you love me." she demanded as she widened her legs.
The loss of sensation caused him to falter in his movement. "No!
Please! Just a little more," he begged.
"Say you love me. I don't care if you lie, just say it. Please
Tommy?"
He tried to rub against one thigh to recapture the feeling he
wanted.
"Say it, damn it," Debbie cried out. Her hand grabbed his shaft and
squeezed it hard. "Just say it once, please Tommy." Her fingernails
dug into his shaft, causing him pain.
Tommy tried to push her way, but she kept hold of his penis. She
once again clamped her thighs tight around his shaft. Her hips moved
back and forth as her fingers teased the tip of his reddened rod.
"I can make you feel real good, Tommy. Just say it for me. I'll
never ask you again. Say you love me, please?"
Once again the intense pleasure surged through him. He responded to
Debbie's attention by pumping harder against her. His testicles felt
as if they would soon explode.
Debbie spread her legs apart and moved forward, away from him.
"Damn you, you bastard. What do I have to do to get you to say you
love me. What do you want? You don't have to mean it, just say it.
Do you want to fuck me for real? Is that it?"
She rolled onto her back and spread her legs apart. "Just say it,
and you can stick it in."
It was if she had suddenly slapped him across the face. He felt
very cold.
"Please Debbie, don't do that."
"You wanna fuck me, I know it. Just say it and you can. You can do
anything you want, but say you love me."
"Please Debbie, don't do this. Why is it so important that I say
it?"
"Just say it. Never mind why, just say it."
"But I don't understand."
"Fuck you! Why do you need to understand. Just say it."
He crawled to her and tried to hold her in his arms. She started
sobbing the moment he touched her.
"Please don't, Debbie. If it is so important to you, I'll say it.
But I want to understand why you need me to."
"I love you," she sobbed. "and I want you to love me. I need you to
love me. I can't explain it. Even if I know deep down you really
don't mean it, it just makes everything right. Would it hurts so much
just to tell me a little white lie?"
The pain reflected in her eyes tore at his heart. He realize that
she needed to pretend she was loved. She would do almost anything to
feel loved. If she only realized just how special she really was. Not
for what she did, but because of who she was. A beautiful person just
wanting to love someone, and be loved in return.
He wasn't sure what he was feeling. Her pain hurt him. And he knew
he wanted to be with her. And not just for sex. He wanted to be near
her, and hold her like he was now. Okay, maybe they could fool around
a little. He did like that too. But even if they never did anything
again, he knew he still wanted to be with her.
He held her tight, and gently kissed the tears from her face. "I
love you," he whispered. Debbie stiffened in his arms. "I love you,"
he said louder.
"Oh Tommy, thank you. You don't know how much that meant to me. I
don't care if you mean it or not. You can stick it in me now," she
said as she tried to roll onto her back.
"No, you don't understand. I didn't say it for that. I mean it.
I've never felt this way about someone before. And it's more than just
the sex thing. And it's more than just liking someone. So I guess you
can call it love."
"You don't have to explain, really. And I promised you something
extra special today. So you can fuck me if you want to."
"Stop it! You're not listening. I said I love you. Not to fuck
you. Not so we can do something else. But because I realize that I
want to be with you. Or rather I don't want to be without you. I
don't want to fuck you now, or ever."
"Someday, maybe we'll make love. Make love, not fuck, do you hear
me? We'll show each other just how much we really do love one another.
But not today. Things are happening too fast for me."
"I've never been in love before. I've never done a lot of things
we've done and felt in the past two days. I need some time to sort
things out. Right now, I'm just happy to hold you in my arms. I don't
need anything else."
"Oh God, you really do mean it," Debbie said as she rained kisses on
his face.
"Yes, I do. God this is crazy. I just met you. But I can't
imagine what I'm feeling is anything else. I love you, Debbie."
"And I love you, Tommy. God, how I love you."
They kissed tenderly, holding each other tightly.
"Tommy, you need to know a few things about me. I never answered
your questions before about the other guys."
"I don't care about them."
"No, let me do this, please? I want no secrets between us. There
were eight all together. The first was two years ago. He was the
first one I sucked off. But he dumped me when I refused to swallow
it."
"I didn't make that mistake with the second one. But he wanted more
than that, and I wouldn't let him. I meant it when I said I'm still a
virgin."
"It was the fourth guy that taught me the trick with my titties.
But he moved away. The next two guys weren't satisfied with that and I
found myself alone again."
"It was then I came up with the idea for the fake fuck. And the
next guy loved it. We went out for almost six months. But his father
caught us one day, and he wasn't allowed to see me again."
"I didn't do it with the last guy though. He only went out with me
once or twice, and then dumped me for someone else. So I guess you
could say I've a bit of a reputation. A lot of people are gonna say
you're only going out with me 'cause I fool around. You might be
better off if we pretended we weren't going out together."
"I don't care what others think. What you did before doesn't matter
either. What matters is we have each other, here and now."
"Oh Tommy, you make me so happy," said Debbie as she started crying
again.
"Comon, stop that. I said I love you. Don't cry."
"I can't help it. I've never been this happy before," sobbed
Debbie.
Thomas couldn't make any sense of her. She cried when she was
unhappy, and when she was happy. Not knowing what else to do, he just
held her. Debbie finally managed to control her crying. She kissed
him as her hand moved to grasp his penis.
"Don't, Debbie. You don't have to do that stuff."
"But I want to," she said with grin. She gently ran her nails along
the underside of his now limp penis. Her mouth moved down his chest
seeking his nipple. As her tongue flicked across it, a shiver went
through him.
Thomas felt himself harden as Debbie's hand continued to play with
his shaft. He watched as she slithered further down his body until her
mouth was poised above his fully erect penis.
"This poor little thing still hasn't had his reward," she said as
her tongue licked his now throbbing penis. "You don't really want me
to stop, do you?"
"Well, if you really want to. I guess it wouldn't matter," he
stammered.
"Oh, I'll stop if you insist," she said just before she took the tip
in her mouth. Her tongue wound around the rim of his shaft's tip,
sending searing hot flashes deep within his testicles.
"Oh God, please don't stop," he pleaded.
"You sure you don't want me to stop?" she teased.
"You do, and I'll never do you again," he answered as he reached
down to grab her head.
She moved away quickly, avoiding him. He scrambled to his knees and
crawled after her. Debbie slid along the floor on her stomach. He
overtook her and raised her head to his lap.
"What were you saying about this poor fellow?" he asked as he
brushed her mouth with his penis.
"He doesn't look so poor now," She giggled in reply. "Actually he
looks quite healthy."
"Well don't let looks deceive you. He is actually in need of a lot
of care right now."
"Oh, the poor baby. Maybe if I give him a little kiss like this,"
said Debbie as she lightly tongued the small opening at the tip.
"God yes!"
"Or maybe he's cold and he'd like this better," she said as she took
him deep in her mouth.
"Yes, yes," was all Thomas could say.
Debbie moved so she was kneeling in front of him. Her hands grasped
the base of his shaft tightly as her mouth moved rapidly up and down.
Thomas felt his testicles contract as the pressure became unbearable.
"Debbie? Debbie, your dad's on the phone for you," called Louanne
as she came running down the stairs.
"Shit, not now," exclaimed Debbie as she lifted her head from
Thomas' lap.
"You better hurry," Louanne said. "He sounded pretty mad to me."
As Debbie turned to answer Louanne, Thomas felt himself start to
climax. Debbie, her face half-turned towards Louanne, caught the first
spurt of his cum across her nose. As she moved to get up, the second
spurt hit her buttocks. Debbie rushed upstairs to take the phone.
Thomas couldn't stop himself. Having lost the warmth of Debbie's
mouth, he grabbed his shaft and pumped madly. He held up one hand to
catch the sticky cum so that it wouldn't soil the floor.
Louanne suddenly realized what she had interrupted. She stood
transfixed as Thomas continued to jerk off. She knew she shouldn't be
watching. But she couldn't tear her eyes away from what he was doing.
The urgency over, Thomas continued to milk his penis slowly, trying
to get every bit of pleasure possible. He was surprised to find that
he wasn't embarrassed by Louanne watching him. Actually it was kind of
exciting. Feeling absolutely wicked, he asked," Wanna lick?"
His comment seemed to bring Louanne back to life. "Oh, you're
disgusting!" she snapped at him. She walked over to the table, and
picking up a box of kleenex, threw it at him. "Why don't you clean
yourself off. And you better make sure you haven't messed the rug."
Thomas easily caught the flying box. He grabbed several kleenex and
wiped his hand. His penis was still erect. He gently wiped it too,
enjoying the stabs of pleasure he felt.
"Fuck, the bastard was checking up on me," Debbie said as she came
down the stairs. "He wanted to know why I was over here for so long.
I told him that we weren't finished studying yet. And he said if I
wasn't home in thirty minutes, I'd never go anywhere again."
Thomas walked over to Debbie and wiped the cum that was still on her
nose. "Well, we still have almost thirty minutes," he said as he
lowered his head to take her breast in his mouth.
"Tommy, don't!" Debbie exclaimed.
He wrapped one arm around her back and the other under her legs. He
lifted her easily, and carried her to the couch. He gently lowered her
on it. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he asked, "Why?"
"Please Tommy. I have to go home."
"Yeah, but not for a while yet," he said as he spread her legs apart
and sank his face between them. His tongue immediately sought out her
clitoris and licked it.
"Oh, Tommy. Please there isn't time. Oh God, Tommy, don't"
He ignored her words and forced his tongue deep into her vagina.
His hands joined in and stoked her clitoris.
"Ooh Tommy. We shouldn't. What about Louanne?"
Thomas raised his face while his hands continued to caress her
vagina and clitoris. With a grin, he said, "She'll just have to wait
her turn. You come first." He looked at Louanne, challenging her to
say something. Never breaking eye contact with her, he slowly lowered
his face between Debbie's parted legs.
As his tongue again made contact with Debbie's now rigid clitoris,
she whimpered, "Please Tommy. We shouldn't. It isn't fair. Oh God,
that feels so good."
As she entwined her hands in his hair, Thomas knew she really didn't
want him to stop. Soon she was begging him to stop teasing her.
"Oh Tommy, just a little more, please? Oh yes, like that. No.
Please don't tease. Do me right. Please Tommy. My god, you're
driving me crazy."
He glanced at Louanne and saw she was still standing there, watching
them. The thought of one girl watching while another begged him to eat
her, excited him more. He continued to tease Debbie so she would beg
louder just to see how Louanne would react.
But Louanne did nothing. She just stood there, her hands at her
side, her face expressionless. Feeling a little disappointed, Thomas
concentrated on making Debbie come.
Debbie was moaning loudly by now. "God yes. That's it. Tommy, my
sweet Tommy. I'm coming. God, yes I'm coming."
As Debbie squirmed beneath him in the throes of her orgasm, Thomas
once again glanced over at Louanne. But she was no longer there. He
wasn't sure why he felt disappointed.
Debbie reached out and pulled his face to hers. "I love you so
much," she said as she kissed him. "I don't ever want to lose you."
They clung to each other and exchanged words of love.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 8 - by T. F. Yank
Copyright © 1991, 1993 by DEH Enterprises. All Rights Reserved.
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