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darting back and forth between the two of us. Renee had a guilty look, but I couldn't figure out at the time what she was up to.
“I won't go,” I said, even as my pussy tingled with excitement. Lars was a jerk, but he was a good-looking jerk. He wasn't dissimilar to Freddie Prinze Jr. if you squinted. His skin was more of a cocoa brown, compared to Freddie's, but he did have thick eyebrows and gorgeous, dark eyes. One of his front teeth overlapped the others, like a vampire tooth, giving him a predatory look.
“Go and be mean to him,” Laura said.
Renee whistled. “That is a perfect idea. Make him give you an orgasm, and then don't do anything for him. Give him blue balls.”
Squirming in my seat at the end of Laura's couch, I said, “I can't go. I'm in my pajamas.”
I had on loose, drawstring flannel bottoms and a thin white tank top over black bra and panties.
“Just go,” Laura said, her lips twisting up in a devious grin. “And don't forget to give him blue balls.”
I resisted the girls, but I didn't try that hard. Lars was perfect for a hook-up, because I didn't have feelings for him, so he couldn't jerk me around.
A few minutes later, I had my shoes on, and I was sneaking out the back patio door, then jogging down the street to meet a boy in the park. I phoned to tell him I was on my way, and we were still talking on the phone when I spotted him in the park, on the merry-go-round.
“You look cute,” he said, and I thanked the moonlight for that.
“You're not going to bite me with your vampire tooth, are you?”
“Maybe. Let me see something.” He gently removed my glasses and pulled away the tie holding my hair back. “Damn. You look good, girl. Why don't you wear your hair down?”
I shrugged.
“Wear it down, Lexie.”
“Fine. I guess I will from now on.”
The park was completely empty, the whole town seemingly asleep. I stepped onto the merry-go-round next to him and gave it a push to start revolving. The well-oiled equipment didn't even squeak.
Lars put my glasses in his back pocket, then pulled me into him and kissed me, right on the lips, no warning whatsoever.
His mouth tasted like he'd just eaten Caesar salad, but after a moment, it wasn't so bad. His tongue felt nice on my lips, and the stubble around his mouth felt like sandpaper. I'd read about “tickling whiskers,” in books, but there was nothing ticklish about it.
Lars groaned and pressed his hips against mine, pinning me against one of the handrails on the revolving merry-go-round. Was that his dick? It felt hard, but not as hard as a cell phone. Dick or cell phone, I enjoyed him pressing that rigid lump into me.
I got into the rhythm of his powerful tongue movements and gave him a few of my own. My whole body was getting warmer and warmer, like the kissing was causing a fever.
He stopped thrashing his tongue in my mouth for a moment and pulled back. “Is it true you waxed your whole pussy? You got a Brazilian?”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“Lexie, would it be okay if I kissed you?”
“You are kissing me.” I shivered just then, noticing the temperature of the air changing. It had been a hot, early summer evening when I'd left Laura's house, but now I could feel those Ohio storm clouds gathering and the wetness in the air.
“Not just kissing your mouth.” He smiled a crooked smile, that one vampire tooth catching in the moonlight. His thick, dark, Freddie-Prinze-like eyebrows raised, and his golden brown eyes brimmed with bad-boy mischief. A girl would have to be a nun to resist those charms.
I reached up and patted his cropped, dark hair, full of tight curls. I imagined feeling that hair moving down my body, then his mouth at that special place between my legs, and I shivered again, but for a different reason.
“Just kissing,” he said. “I want to kiss you all over.”
“Okay, but my underwear stays on.”
He seemed surprised that I'd agreed. “Where should we go?”
“Nothing wrong with right
“I won't go,” I said, even as my pussy tingled with excitement. Lars was a jerk, but he was a good-looking jerk. He wasn't dissimilar to Freddie Prinze Jr. if you squinted. His skin was more of a cocoa brown, compared to Freddie's, but he did have thick eyebrows and gorgeous, dark eyes. One of his front teeth overlapped the others, like a vampire tooth, giving him a predatory look.
“Go and be mean to him,” Laura said.
Renee whistled. “That is a perfect idea. Make him give you an orgasm, and then don't do anything for him. Give him blue balls.”
Squirming in my seat at the end of Laura's couch, I said, “I can't go. I'm in my pajamas.”
I had on loose, drawstring flannel bottoms and a thin white tank top over black bra and panties.
“Just go,” Laura said, her lips twisting up in a devious grin. “And don't forget to give him blue balls.”
I resisted the girls, but I didn't try that hard. Lars was perfect for a hook-up, because I didn't have feelings for him, so he couldn't jerk me around.
A few minutes later, I had my shoes on, and I was sneaking out the back patio door, then jogging down the street to meet a boy in the park. I phoned to tell him I was on my way, and we were still talking on the phone when I spotted him in the park, on the merry-go-round.
“You look cute,” he said, and I thanked the moonlight for that.
“You're not going to bite me with your vampire tooth, are you?”
“Maybe. Let me see something.” He gently removed my glasses and pulled away the tie holding my hair back. “Damn. You look good, girl. Why don't you wear your hair down?”
I shrugged.
“Wear it down, Lexie.”
“Fine. I guess I will from now on.”
The park was completely empty, the whole town seemingly asleep. I stepped onto the merry-go-round next to him and gave it a push to start revolving. The well-oiled equipment didn't even squeak.
Lars put my glasses in his back pocket, then pulled me into him and kissed me, right on the lips, no warning whatsoever.
His mouth tasted like he'd just eaten Caesar salad, but after a moment, it wasn't so bad. His tongue felt nice on my lips, and the stubble around his mouth felt like sandpaper. I'd read about “tickling whiskers,” in books, but there was nothing ticklish about it.
Lars groaned and pressed his hips against mine, pinning me against one of the handrails on the revolving merry-go-round. Was that his dick? It felt hard, but not as hard as a cell phone. Dick or cell phone, I enjoyed him pressing that rigid lump into me.
I got into the rhythm of his powerful tongue movements and gave him a few of my own. My whole body was getting warmer and warmer, like the kissing was causing a fever.
He stopped thrashing his tongue in my mouth for a moment and pulled back. “Is it true you waxed your whole pussy? You got a Brazilian?”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“Lexie, would it be okay if I kissed you?”
“You are kissing me.” I shivered just then, noticing the temperature of the air changing. It had been a hot, early summer evening when I'd left Laura's house, but now I could feel those Ohio storm clouds gathering and the wetness in the air.
“Not just kissing your mouth.” He smiled a crooked smile, that one vampire tooth catching in the moonlight. His thick, dark, Freddie-Prinze-like eyebrows raised, and his golden brown eyes brimmed with bad-boy mischief. A girl would have to be a nun to resist those charms.
I reached up and patted his cropped, dark hair, full of tight curls. I imagined feeling that hair moving down my body, then his mouth at that special place between my legs, and I shivered again, but for a different reason.
“Just kissing,” he said. “I want to kiss you all over.”
“Okay, but my underwear stays on.”
He seemed surprised that I'd agreed. “Where should we go?”
“Nothing wrong with right
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