my tote bag, birthday present, and tennis racquet and pushed open the front screen door to the kitchen. I put my stuff down and looked through the living room to a nice deck with a spectacular mountain view, and then I realized I was not alone. Card-shuffling noises emanated from the breakfast nook, and there was a large bearlike creature intently playing solitaire. I coughed nervously, and it got up and smiled. He had opaque brown eyes and a tender smile. “Oh, you must be Carrie’s friend. I’m Jonathan.”
He seemed tentative and shy, and I was a bit taken aback, but I managed a “Yes, I’m Jean. What shall I do with my stuff?” Now he looked confused, and he sort of pointed at the living room and said to stick it there for the time being. Then he went back to his card game, and I stammered about the nice view and he agreed, and then I said I was going out on the deck to look. He showed up a few minutes later, and we made desultory conversation about Carrie and mother gone shopping and would be back soon and about what an easy trip up it wasand about how I hoped we would play tennis and about his documentary on a famous deceased Democrat and my Suburban Hunger study. He seemed kind and sensitive and self-effacing, different from his sister, and just as I sensed the beginnings of sweet sexual tension a noisy car jarred my mood. Carolyn and their mother had arrived.
We all converged in the kitchen, and Carolyn gushed over my early arrival and Mrs. Steele said she hoped I was ready for some tennis before it got too hot as we all put the bottles and cans and jars away. No one introduced me to Jonathan. Mugs of coffee were filled, and we sat on the deck with various newspapers commenting on interesting items here and there. I felt a bit strange and distinct from this family unit. Jonathan was very quiet but pleasant in a sort of detached way that made me curious about and interested in him. We made eye contact a few times and laughed together about a pun Carolyn didn’t get. After a while, Carolyn announced that I should bring my tote upstairs to a room down the hall from Jonathan because she preferred a sort of finished basement room with only one bed. She took me on a brief tour and showed me where to drop off my bag, and then we all changed for the tennis game and met at the court nearby. Jonathan and his mother teamed up against Carolyn and me.
The woman is almost eighty, after all, and Jonathan said he rarely played, but they beat us handily. I played poorly, which is unusual, but I was thinking much more about how I hoped Jonathan liked my long tan legs in my short tennis dress than about watching the ball. Luckily it was too hot to play for too long, and we went back to the house for bathing suits because Carolyn wanted to show me the swimming hole. Her mom opted to stay and mix up chicken salad, and Jonathan came with us to swim. Despite the heat, the water temperature was subfreezing so Carolyn and I only jumped in and out and then sat on a rock in the sun and talked. Jonathan stood in the water stomach-deep and cooled off his oversized physique, and I pretended to be engrossed in Carolyn’s boring tales of their childhood summers.
The hot day wore on till it was time for an agreed-uponnap. It was about 2:00 P.M., and the guests were due at 5:30. Carolyn went downstairs to her bedroom, and I went upstairs and fell on my bed naked. I couldn’t really sleep wondering where Jonathan was and listening for signs of him on the stairs. It crossed my mind that masturbating would relieve some of the tension I felt, but I didn’t know if I really wanted to let go of it and besides the bedsprings were so creaky. Instead I fantasized about what it would be like if he walked in and took me in his arms and licked me all over. I became so aroused, I had to have some relief, so I licked my fingers and tweaked my straining, diamond-hard nipples, then ran them down my front to the moist fuzzy outskirts of my clit. I pressed
He seemed tentative and shy, and I was a bit taken aback, but I managed a “Yes, I’m Jean. What shall I do with my stuff?” Now he looked confused, and he sort of pointed at the living room and said to stick it there for the time being. Then he went back to his card game, and I stammered about the nice view and he agreed, and then I said I was going out on the deck to look. He showed up a few minutes later, and we made desultory conversation about Carrie and mother gone shopping and would be back soon and about what an easy trip up it wasand about how I hoped we would play tennis and about his documentary on a famous deceased Democrat and my Suburban Hunger study. He seemed kind and sensitive and self-effacing, different from his sister, and just as I sensed the beginnings of sweet sexual tension a noisy car jarred my mood. Carolyn and their mother had arrived.
We all converged in the kitchen, and Carolyn gushed over my early arrival and Mrs. Steele said she hoped I was ready for some tennis before it got too hot as we all put the bottles and cans and jars away. No one introduced me to Jonathan. Mugs of coffee were filled, and we sat on the deck with various newspapers commenting on interesting items here and there. I felt a bit strange and distinct from this family unit. Jonathan was very quiet but pleasant in a sort of detached way that made me curious about and interested in him. We made eye contact a few times and laughed together about a pun Carolyn didn’t get. After a while, Carolyn announced that I should bring my tote upstairs to a room down the hall from Jonathan because she preferred a sort of finished basement room with only one bed. She took me on a brief tour and showed me where to drop off my bag, and then we all changed for the tennis game and met at the court nearby. Jonathan and his mother teamed up against Carolyn and me.
The woman is almost eighty, after all, and Jonathan said he rarely played, but they beat us handily. I played poorly, which is unusual, but I was thinking much more about how I hoped Jonathan liked my long tan legs in my short tennis dress than about watching the ball. Luckily it was too hot to play for too long, and we went back to the house for bathing suits because Carolyn wanted to show me the swimming hole. Her mom opted to stay and mix up chicken salad, and Jonathan came with us to swim. Despite the heat, the water temperature was subfreezing so Carolyn and I only jumped in and out and then sat on a rock in the sun and talked. Jonathan stood in the water stomach-deep and cooled off his oversized physique, and I pretended to be engrossed in Carolyn’s boring tales of their childhood summers.
The hot day wore on till it was time for an agreed-uponnap. It was about 2:00 P.M., and the guests were due at 5:30. Carolyn went downstairs to her bedroom, and I went upstairs and fell on my bed naked. I couldn’t really sleep wondering where Jonathan was and listening for signs of him on the stairs. It crossed my mind that masturbating would relieve some of the tension I felt, but I didn’t know if I really wanted to let go of it and besides the bedsprings were so creaky. Instead I fantasized about what it would be like if he walked in and took me in his arms and licked me all over. I became so aroused, I had to have some relief, so I licked my fingers and tweaked my straining, diamond-hard nipples, then ran them down my front to the moist fuzzy outskirts of my clit. I pressed
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